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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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lekhi-lakh - 'go<<< >>>to yourself'

These six pages of SongGame 2007, together with one page from "Closeup to the Past", provided free space
for documenting-sculpting one day - Mika's 6th birthday - which was given to us for completing our five years
[As to this lekhi-lakh
see the entries in 7 Nourishment-Pages between Oct.30 and Dec. 30, 2011, e.g. on Dec.15]
They are followed by 2 pages, on which I summarize and symbolize this lekhi-lakh for myself towards 1-1-12.
There are only 5 pages left [Dec. 17;18;19;21;30] which grant free space - I wonder for what future with Mika?

Oyfn pripetchik brent a fayerl

2007_12_15
updated on Sept. 16, 2008

lyrics&tune:
Mark Warshavski

From a website for Yiddish Songs

[on Sept.16, 2008 I can't find this site any longer,
but I find a fantastic video with Esther Ofarim
on the background of images of the song's circumstances
and another performance from the movie "Schindler's List"]

One of several Hebrew translations:

Oyfn pripetchik brent a fayerl,

un in shtub is heys.

Un der rebe lernt kleyne kinderlekh

Dem alef-beyz.

Refrain:

Zet zhe kinderlekh,

Gedenkt zhe, tayere, vos ir lernt do,

Zogt zhe nokh a mol un take nokh a mol:

"Komets-alef: o!"

Lernt, kinder, mit groys kheyshek,

Azoy zog ikh aykh on,

Ver s'vet gikher fun aykh kenen ivre,

Der bakumt a fon.

Refrain: Zet zhe kinderlekh,

[The third stanza is missing in the English transcription]

Az ir vet, kinderlech, elter vern,

vet ir aleyn farshteyn,

vie'fl in die oysiyos liegn trern

un vie fiel geveyn.

Refrain: Zet zhe kinderlekh,

Az ir vet, kinder, dem goles shlepn,

Oysgemutshet zayn,

Zolt ir fun di oysyes koyekh shepn,

Kukt in zey arayn!

Refrain: Zet zhe kinderlekh,

Oyfn pripetchik brent a fayerl,

un in shtub is heys.

Un der rebe lernt kleyne kinderlekh

Dem alef-beyz.

I spent 12 years in yeshivot, and today when I speak with many people who reject the yeshiva world and criticize it harshly for all its faults, I realize that although I agree with many of their critical assessments, they fail to understand the inner music of these institutions. They do not realize that this introverted but remarkable world somehow lifted the Jews out of their misery throughout history and gave them the strength to survive all their enemies under the most intolerable conditions brought on by anti-Semitism. It was this denial of time that made the Jews eternal. The yeshiva world was no doubt very small compared to what it is now, but up until the emancipation it was the pride of the entire Jewish world. The Talmud afforded the Jews wings, enabling them to fly to other worlds, to return to the past that no longer existed and to look toward worlds that were still to come. It became the Jews’ portable homeland, and their complete immersion in its texts made them indestructible even as they were tortured and killed. The Talmud became their survival kit, which ultimately empowered them to establish the State of Israel, nearly 2000 years after they were exiled from their land. This is unprecedented in all of the history of mankind. Regretfully, most Israelis do not realize this.

We can no longer afford to have yeshivot teaching only Talmud, and the manner in which it is taught also needs to be drastically changed. Its many tractates must be made relevant by getting behind the text and understanding its music, poetry and, above all, its religiosity. This requires a radical restructuring of the yeshiva curriculum.

2013-05-20
from
Lonely but not Alone

A Spiritual Short Autobiography
by a Jew Who Should Never Have Been
The Journal of the Institute
for Jewish Ideas and Ideals, Conversations,
May, 2013, New York

Nathan Lopes Cardozo

[the first sentence:]
Judaism, to me, is not about laws
but about music and musical notes.

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lekhi-lakh - 'go<<< >>>to yourself'

2011_12_21

continued in order to be completed

They were gone, Mika and her mother, and I - walked back from the gate with the dog,
in order to wait for Efrat and Tzilla, who wanted to take me with them to the train-station.
One last time I savored tiny spots of beauty within the compound to which Sella-St. 9 belongs.

The code for the flat of "Rosenzweig" is 4-3-2-1 # .
I could never find out, not even with Ya'acov's help,
who this family - two signs above Rosenzweig - is,
which bears Ya'acov's family-name "Hayat".......

Let me dedicate a last sculpture to the 24 hours of my lekhi-lakh

December 20, 2011 - 12:05 -
I left my house, my neighborhood, climbed through the Wadi of Compassion, reached the busstation.
For the very last time - as far as I can see - I traveled from Arad to Shoham,
via Beersheva to Lod by train, and this one time via taxi from Lod to Shoham.
I got of at the Commercial Center, where Mika's noon-school was located, as I learnt 3 months ago.
I had to wait 10 minutes before I was allowed to enter according to what Efrat had fixed with Gallit.
On the loo I put my hair in order and then took my own picture in the mirror, in order to remember...
See the pictures which Gallit rushed to take with her cellphone,
once I sat next to Mika among the 27 kids of her noon-school.

In all those 5 years,
or what I estimate as about 442 days,
my task was to just be present
with Efrat and Mika,
and sometimes with Tomer,
whenever Immanuel, the pilot,
was away for long flights
to New York, Los Angeles,
Hongkong, Bangkok, Brazil
and rarely also for shorter flights
to London, Paris, Berlin, Rome.
I had no regular "work" to do,
except for washing the dishes,
before they had a dish-washer,
and for walking the dog,
when I was ready to do it.

On that evening of Mika's birthday
I wanted to take a photo of me +Nella
by trying to fix the camera as self-timer
under the sign of "Sella-Street",
the Street of the Rock (!)

Just beforehand Tzilla,
the neighbor of my family,
had seen me and waved to me,
when she passed through the barrier,
though I did not recognize her
without glasses and in the dark.

She came towards me at the barrier,
though she didn't know
that I needed her to take this photo,

The next morning
- after all the experiences-in-slow-motion, which I've sculpted on the previous pages -
and after I came back from having accompanied Mika to the car and Nella to her "business",
I had some minutes alone in the house.
All my things were packed, I was ready to go.

It was then that I photographed a page which I had discovered by chance at night,
when I couldn't sleep for a long time in that bed,
that had been my bed during the last 5 years through at least 442 nights,
though it had stood in 4 different flats and now, too, was standing in another corner.

The page was filed at the end of the "Album", the paper-folder,
which I had made for the Bar-Mitzvah of Mika's father in 1976
[see a series of photos from it in SG2007_06_11 and in K.i.s.s.-Log 2008_09_11]
When Immanuel drew this picture of a Biblical story he had heard at school,
he was 8 years old and dictated to me, as usual, what he had expressed :
"The Parashah (weekly Torah portion) of Abraham our father:
Abraham and Sarai go out with all their sheep,
and Lot goes out with his own sheep.
and with his people, the maids and the slaves and all their possessions.
They go out to the Land of Canaan and they walk through the desert,
and this with the crack of dawn, while still two stars and the moon are visible."

What better sign could there be for my "lekh-lekhâ", my "lekhi-lakh"??
How wondrous the connection between that procession toward the left
and Mika's "Love-Story" procession towards the right.
"But what's your love-story to do with the family of a king?" I asked.
"I simply started with a castle and then the figures joined the picture,
and since there was not enough space for spelling "ahavah"=love,
I painted that heart and added it to the word "sippur" - story."

Efrat came back from Mika's noon-school and prepared for going somewhere by train,
ready to take me to Lod, from where she would travel north, while I would travel south,

Efrat and her neighbor Tzilla helped me with all my stuff, which I had gathered and packed.
I was surprised to find so much, though my family had changed flat 3 times in these 5 years,
In Dec. 2006 they moved from the Galilee to Shoham for my pilot-son to be near the airport;
On August 1, 2008, "we" moved to Bet Nehemya; in June 2009 to Maccabi St. at Shoham,
and in June 2010 finally to another flat at Shoham, this time not rented but purchased
with the money from the Insurance "for" the accident of Efrat and Mika in July 2006.
I had always taken home to Arad, what I didn't want to be in the way of my children.
And yet - the quantify of my stuff looked as if I was undertaking a veritable exodus...

The train of Efrat and Tzilla was to leave to the north, before mine to the south.
So Efrat said "Shalom" to me, with a glance in her eyes, which I'll never forget.
It was a mixture of regret, hurt, guilt, longing, asking for understanding and compassion -
all we had experienced in our interactions during those estimated 442 days was in her eyes.
It squeezed my heart, but it also gave me hope, that feeling-at-ease with each other would return,
though the assignment, to which I had dedicated myself during 5 years, was completed and done.

The train to Beersheva would be late 14 minutes, so it was announced,
and this gave me time to say farewell to this oh so familiar train-station.

I want to intersperse some more drawings, which Mika took the trouble to explain to me,
saying: "You can take them with you!"

"A machine for juices [mitzim]" and "a dummy [motzetz]"
[how huge is the dummy compared to the tiny diaper
and an even tinier baby]
I remember Mika's "lekhi lakh" from her dummy..

So far I had followed the tracks
to the north

now I'm following them
to the south
[and remember the line in a song:
"I'm like a train that's rolling on a track,
like a train that's got no turning back"]

I watch the people
who pass through the barriers,
and I watch my stuff:
the huge rose-striped bag,
which I made of 3 Indian woven towels
for bringing with me all the cheep gifts ,
when I returned to Israel from India
in 1998.
And - in a huge nylon-bag,
which I always kept among my stuff,
"in case I'll need it one day",
the wondrous painting of Efrat,
which she had wanted to discard
long ago,
and which I cherish and honor so much.
[see the sculpture on Dec. 21, 2011
in "Holding Aloneness in Balance with Fullness"]

A magnificent chanukia
and an aquarium

"Dagim" - FISH
is written above

Fire and Water...

What a bleak view
on this grey day
through the
dirty window
of the train

and on the background
of this view
the lively jar
of Mika

painted
"for Imma"

Then the train reaches Lehavim-Rahat
I told the story of this Jewish-Arab train-station during one of my travels.

On this day
an official opened the door and stepped out for a moment.
I thought I could do the same and just take this photo.
But the doors closed and I knocked and screamed in vain
at all the wagon-doors that passed me by faster and faster.

Inside the station they contacted the station in Beersheva.
It was settled, that I would take the next train in an hour
and then fetch my stuff from the director of the station.

Rotem called me - for she was meant to visit me on that day,
but got an assignment - celebrating Chanuka with street kids.
Hearing about my calamity, she pointed out how logical this was:
"Your stuff has gone before you, because your soul is still lingering."

Then while walking up and down the almost empty platform,
a girl [aged 15] came towards me asking: "Is the train late?"
Starchild Zohar Baruch and I had a nidberu communication,
and we were sure we would deepen our contact,
but the initiative must be hers and she did not take it.

The last three images
seem to be minimalistic
on purpose:

Sun and sky
and letters,

letters with
stars
and hearts
and crowns,
with eyes and lips

"for Mika"

letters with
flags and curls
and hearts

with eyes and lips

"for Imma"

letters with
curls and a hat
with eyes and lips
and with a big flower

"for Abba"

And last, but not least: not an image, but a poem by Mika to God

"that I believe in everything they told
and I believe in him,
and all the stories in the Bible,
I believed, that God did this,
and I don't believe in somebody else
and I wished all people would believe in you,
because I believe that you are both -girl and boy!"

Completion of my composition dedicated to my lekhi-lakh from Shoham to Arad on the page with the Yiddish song "Sha Still"

lekhi-lakh - 'go<<< >>>to yourself'