The Purpose  of   HEALING - K.I.S.S.

- as stated 12 years ago - was and is

  to help me and my potential P E E R s 

"to HEAL ourselves into WHOLEness,

and - by extension - all of CREATion!"
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I focus my experiencing and awareness on being
"a   pioneer of  Evolution  in  learning  to  feel":
I let my Body vibrate and my Heart 'womb'
pain, shame, fear, boredom, powerlessness,
so feelings can >heal >guide>fulfill>evolve,
and ~~~ offer ~~~"goldmines"~~~ to us all!!
"I want you to feel everything, every little thing!"

 

 


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InteGRATion into GRATeFULLness
Fine-tuning to my Presence

 

 

2007_08_16
FULL-FILL-ment by being a Fountainhead?

updated: 2007_08_19; 2011_11_21

 
Yesterday I mentioned,
that 37 years ago Ayn Rand's novel "Fountainhead"
had helped me to acknowledge myself.
As for the ideology of the book, it is not mine,
and from my present perspective it is pathetic,
that those entrepreneur-heroes let themselves become victims
to the regime which they despised.
But the very title of the book intrigues me, especially in the Hebrew version:
"as an overflooding fountain".
It's a metaphor from Pirqe-Avot, which needs to be felt, not explained.
Some 1920 years ago my idol, Rabbi Yokhanan ben Zakkai"
[see my book "All Israel are guarantors for each Other", bundle 7, Hebrew ch.6, German ch.7),
 described his five best pupils, saying about one:
"a plastered cistern which doesn't loose a drop [of rain-water']
and about another: " an overflowing fountain"

 

 

When climbing down and up through my Wadi of Compassion to the pool,
I practised singing my Birthday-Song-Jeremiah 2
- joy-FULLy, GRATe-FULLy.
But while surrendering to the swirling water of jacuzzi and pool
I pondered again the metaphors of the added verses (from Isaiah + Song of Songs)
"streams of water in wasteland"
and
"garden-spring and well of living water",
the life-long predicament raised its head:

"But let's assume, I am such a stream, a spring, a well of living water.
Let's assume, that this is a metaphor for my feeling FULL-FILL-ment.
But how does this help "Yaacov" to become himself
"streams of water in wasteland" ,
how can he, too, enjoy his being
"a garden spring and well of living water"?

Thinking of the "garden spring and well of living water",
which, in its context, is a metaphor for the lover's sweetheart,
at least , my other eternal problem,
"who will be able to receive all this living water?"
is solved.
For in an encounter of two lovers,
they are both springs and wells of living water for each other,
or the other way round:
each of them makes the other become what s/he is meant to be:
"a garden spring and a well of living waters"

But even in "Heaven-on-Earth" ----
not all people will be lovers of each other,
or will they?

I don't get it.

All my life, whenever I'm GRATe-FULL for something,
I immediately feel a squeeze in my intestines:
"But what about the others?"
Of course I know, that I came here as a system-buster for "the others".
It still is difficult to never be allowed to feel complete contentment.
And yes, I have chosen this and do choose it again!


As a child I read a legend,
in which two righteous people after their death
were pulled up to heaven by some angels.
When they were about to take off from the ground,
miserable, hell-doomed creatures hang on them,
wanting to hitchhike with them to heaven.
One of the righteous people let them hang on,
yes, he even helped them to not fall away.
The other one shook them off: Go to where you belong!

What do you think , happened to the second man?

A much more beautiful and exact metaphor I adopted,
when I heard in the radio about how a Lazer works.
I see myself in my bus in the desert, maybe 1995,
and somehow managed to put the recorder on.
I then listened to that little report over and over again.
Still, today I remember more the feeling than the scientific facts:
A ring of life-less electrons is bombarded by light from a source within.
Finally one electron is incited by the radiance and starts to radiate itself.
But the minute, this one electron does so, all others in the ring follow it.
I may be wrong in every detail, and I don't want to inquire about it now.
The point is, that if I am myself a true fountainhead,
then everyone around will become fountainheads too.
Which brings me back to the question:
So what is a "true" fountainhead?

THE WORLD PUJA NETWORK: Mid-Month Update - (e-mail on August 15).
JOY!
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….Twice I heard the words, "The Key is Joy, The Key is Joy"
and then I saw one of my guides (Abraham)
that always shows up in my "Power Restoration Sessions"
standing to my right, arms folded, a "knowing glint" in his eyes and a huge smile on his face.
(Abraham has long reminded me of a little bit of Moses and a little bit of Santa Claus.)

Abraham said something very simple to me and I will share it with you.
"As you elevate in consciousness,
it will serve you to know what pleases your spirit.
Seek only to fulfill your spirit and you will know joy.
Learn to live your life as a pleasurable experience not a serious task."

Catching my good life with my new birthday-cellphone-camera:
the afternoon sun shines through the apricot-tree in my/my landlord's garden
and through the kingly curtains, which I inherited some months ago from my landlady's sister,
and reflects in the screen of the small TV, which I acquired,
when I lived for half a year in my pyramidal tent in the garden of my daughter at Modi'in.


This is my favorite color, and it is surprising in how many shades it appears in the combination of all the stuff in my one room.
Everything seen here has once been junk,
even the table, rescued for me by my daughter-in-love, Ra'ayah, when I came to live with them for a few months in 2004.
Only the curtain around the table (to hide more valuable, usable junk) , its color faded in former environments,
was a gift to my birthday in 1994, from Yael Gavish, once my best hostess in "Succah in the Desert",
and the cloths with the gold embroidery, with which I covered the round "chair" and the junk-cushions around my mattress,
are two of five pieces, into which I cut an Indian shawl, bought by myself some 13 years ago.

 
Studying my phone-camera I also made 2 self-portraits,
the left one by holding the camera in my right hand far away from me,
the right one by posturing the little phone on a chair in the garden and clicking "self".
I had already eliminated them into the "recycle bin",
but becoming aware, that this was a result of automatic self-hatred, I restored them.
I sat next to the dark-red Geranium, but could not really make them visible.

 

 

 

2007_08_19 -10:05
Two experiences and two little creations this morning:

I again followed the advice to study my new phone+camera+player for 20 minutes
(see second Communication with Deity concerning my problem with learning new technical things)
Yesterday I had actually succeeded in transferring images from camera to computer,
but then I was giving some choices as to shorten the process, and I took these choices!
The command was:
transfer images automatically to your folder, when camera connected.
The result: I cannot find the new images, which I believed to have transferred today,
neither on the computer nor on the camera
(command: delete from camera after transfer! - Automatically!)
"Wanting too much in too short a time, I mess it all up."
I see the pattern already in Mika, 20 months old:
She always has to carry things in both her hands,
even when she would need one or both hands to climb up or down somewhere.

I remembered the song: "If you want your dream to be!"
I opened the page, did a final editing, and recorded my singing.
To put the edited lyrics into my stony head, I wrote them on paper,
and practised, while walking to the pool.

If you want your dream to be
Build it slow and surely.
Do few things but do them well
Heartfelt work grows purely.

Day by day,
Stone by stone,
Build your secret slowly.
Day by day,
You'll grow too,
Simple joys are holy.

If you want your dream to be
Build it slow and surely.
Small beginnings, greater ends,
Heartfelt work grows purely.

If you want to live life free
Take your time go slowly.

 

And there in the pool happened the next experience and creation:
I skipped up the stairs like I did as a little girl and all my life,
and already felt the tenseness concerning the life-guard,
whom I'll now will have to pass by, before entering the jacuzzi.
The first two - of the some 300 times - I passed him,
I greeted him, even asking for his name - Valerie - ,
but this was not helpful.
What was, is , my problem with Valerie?
His obvious and exhibited feeling bored to death.
After some new terror-act in the middle of my pool-year
they posed a guard at the gate of the pool.
This one too - I pass him without greeting and my heart aches.
The boredom of people, young and old people, has always pained me.
Now, while enjoying the swirling jacuzzi and the outside pool,
a magnificent adaptation of the song "mal'u asamenu bar" created itself,
a follow-up of the song-story on August 12: "malee asamenu sovva!"

 

 


Though in this case Mika has a vessel with tiny fruits only in one hand,
it will be difficult to climb down the three heavy stones
(which in reality look or are much higher).
"Do a few things, but do them well!"
This is not in the genes of my granddaughter Mika.
I tried to catch an example
of her/our "too much at the same time"
with my brand-new phone-camera,
on August 9.
  
 

At least she can hold onto the wall with the other hand!
  
 

But the second step caused her to loose her treasure from the vessel.
  

 

A bit exhausted she rests in her stroller
 
 

Now she wants to get out of the stroller,
an even more difficult task to do with only one hand
  
   

Finally she agrees to give grandma her vessel,
and succeeds in getting out of the stroller and up the stairs.
See more of Mika in the "Garden of the 7 Species" in Mika's FULL-FILL-ments (3)

[see Overview of Mika pages until October 13]

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