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!"
Intro to Healing-K.i.s.s. 2001-2013
and Overview of its main libraries

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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
Singing&Sounding keeps me Sound

Plus beau que ciel

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Plus beau que ciel
Inserted in puzzle piece36
and in Blue Book -Intro
I learnt this song from my German-Indian friend
 Gabriele Dietrich
during our pilgrimage in the Pyrenees in May 2001.
When we ardently joined in the procession to the Sea
of Sara Kali, the Gipsies Queen and Saint,
in Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer
Gabriele said:
"Now I understand that line in the song
'and may never be buried the queen of the gipsies'"
from puzzle piece 36, September 11, 2001


 

Chorus:
Plus beau que ciel
plus doux que miel
l'amour embrasse
notre race
Plus pur que mere
plus dur que fer
L'amour enserre
enfin la terre



Que se taisent les armes
dans les blés et les bois
que s'appaise le vacarme
des blessés sur les toits
que tarissent les larmes
des enfants dans effroi
et la corde de l'alarme
se pourisse au belfroi

Plus beau....




Et que chante ma mere
près de feu paysan
et que chantent mes frères
de savoir Dieu vivant
et que jamais s'enterre
la reine des Gitans
et que ne s'espèrent
jamais les survivants


Plus beau....

 



 

 

Chorus:
Better than heaven,
sweeter than honey
Will Love embrace
our race.
Purer than the Sea
harder than iron
will Love surround
finally the Earth.

 

May be silent the firearms
in the meadows and woods
may be southed the ruckus
of the injured on the roofs
may be quietened the tears
of the children in their terror
may the rope of the alarm
rot away in the belltower

Better than heaven...

 

And may sing my mother
near the countrimen's fire
and may sing my brothers
of knowing that God lives.
And may never be buried
the queen of the gipsies,
and may never despair
who ever survives.

Better than heaven...


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Mika in her own house at Shoham, since June 28, 2010,
looking south-west beyond houses towards the free land

"...Manifestation is meant to be a playground
where being and playing are fun" [Godchannel]

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Mika's and my
Heaven-on-Earth

 

 

 


It is still Monday, August 9 , 2010, and Imma still hasn't returned from work.
But Mika is ready, for a change, to go down with me and let Nella pee.

 


One of her favorite, always changing, activities, is to arrange "a festival",
which includes "setting the table", the little blue table, carried into my room.

But then Imma comes home

A story about a girl,
who went for a hike with a kite.
At one time she climbed up towards the high mountains,
but somewhere on her way decided,
that it would be better to go back.
"And so she returned to her home
(shava le-beitah)!"

It was like a symbol
for my Pyrenees-Lesson in 2001,
dutifully applied often since then,
most recently on my journey to Europe...

 

Then Imma drove us to the swimming-pool, in the hope, some of Mika's kindergarden mates would show up.
And indeed, there was Lia, this Lia,
who once more demonstrated,
how she was able to hurt Mika.
Lia ran away,
Lia kept escaping,
Lia didn't care about Mika.

 




Mika wanted to take off a chair from the heap,
I don't remember, why.
But Lia kept running along.
So Mika threw the chair on the lawn
and looked after her "friend"
with a hurt face.

 

 

 

 

And another day with Mika alone: Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Imma says "Shalom",
as she is now taught by Mika to say,
Mika serves me for redeeming the "Shalom" greeting
- for welcoming and for parting - in Israel
[instead of "hi!" and "bye~"]
as Eliezer ben Yehuda's son Itamar served him
for redeeming the Hebrew language in Israel!

After Imma is gone,
a pretty composition comes in sight...

 


I win Mika over, to start building a "maze (s. my experience in Chartres)",
but soon she is more interested in photographing
and I try to teach her rules about perspective....


Perspectives:

 
 

 

Continuation of Mika's "Heaven-on-Earth" , in March 2010, on the Song page of May 30, 2007
The skipped page May 29 includes images of "Water in the Desert"