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The Purpose of HEALING - K.i.s.s.
as stated 10 years ago - was and is
to help me and my potential PEERS
to HEAL ourselves into WHOLEness,
and - as holograms - all of Creation!
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As the fruit of becoming whole = accepting all of
myself, I desire:
to live and explore and evolve L O V E
in my personal life
and to play my part in creating the conditions for
Heaven-on-Earth
by radiating grate-full-ness, zest-full-ness and full-fill-ment
on the actors in my individual life-drama and on all
human beings!
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K.I.S.S. -
L O G 2
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Keep It Simple Sweetheart
whole&full-filled, never perfect&complete
Intro
to
k.i.s.s.-l o g + all
dates
February
2 / Sh'vat 26, Shabbat, still 197 days - between Shoham
and Arad
back to past ~~~~~
forward to future
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hodayot [thanksgivings] for
today
8:30
My Body, my Partner,
I give thanks to our wholeness,
to the harmonious functioning of all our "members",
to the harmonious appearance and countenance,
and my heart aches with Eli, a pilot on light aircrafts,
with whom my son flew during a day off near L.A.,
Eli (=my God), a dwarf, distorted in body and face,
with ever so many handicaps, "but bigger than any of
us",
said Immanuel when he showed us photos and a video.
I give thanks to you, Tomer,
for finding a way to be with me and walk with me,
though you need to prevent me from any question about yourself.
Some of the songs, you showed me on the Internet, I really
liked,
despite the genre of "folk-metal" mixed with "growl",i.e.
Sensorium
or despite the depression in the brilliant songs of
Eviatar
Banai and Yoni Bloch
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(Adesso sono qui.)
An old dungeon hidden from all the light
Thirteen candles enlighten the dark
Shadows are playing their games on the wall
And a shimmering glow fills the arch
Now, as night steps aside,
and a new dawn will break
Silently a new age of science awakes
Old theory that has been wrong
Power of the universe
Will take me to the place where I belong
Through the clouds of lies and fear
In silent moments it comes near:
In my deepest hour of darkness
They will shine.
(feel my scorn)
endlessly.
(The sword that killed the unicorn)
Splenderanno . per aspera ad astra
His theories and knowledge
Mean danger in these times
And those accused of heresy
Will not longer be alive
Hide, hide your secrets well
For in your darkest hour you should dwell
(Adesso sono qui.)
An old table
covered with parchments and rolls
The great one has children of four
Callisto, Europa, Ganymed e Io
The bright universe to adore
Old theory that has been wrong
Power of the universe
Will take me to the place where I belong
Through the clouds of lies and fear
In silent moments it comes near:
In my deepest hour of darkness
They will shine.
(feel my scorn)
endlessly.
(The sword that killed the unicorn)
Splenderanno . per aspera ad astra
About
Merle Haggard
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Epica
- Sensorium
Chance doesn’t exist
But the path of life is not totally so predestined
And time and chronology show us how all should be
In the ways of existence
To find out why we are here
Being consciousness is a torment
The more we learn is the less we get
Every answer contains a new quest
A quest to non existence, a journey with no end
No one surveys the whole, focus on things
so small
But life’s objective is to make it meaningful
Only searching for this
That which doesn’t exist
Although our ability to relativize remains unclear
I’m not afraid to
die
I’m afraid to be alive
without being aware of it
I’m so afraid to, I couldn’t stand
to
Waste all my energy on things
That do not matter anymore
Our future has already been written by us
alone
But we don’t grasp the meaning
Of our programmed course of life
Our future has already been wasted by us alone
And we just let it happen and do not worry at all
We only fear what comes
And smell death every day
Search for the answers that lie beyond
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The Eve of Shabbat
A threesome of father, son, daughter in the
light of a twosome - the Shabbat candles
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The snow in the desert 2 days ago which I missed to my regret,
was photographed by Ofir Cohen, my landlord:
"A pity you weren't there!"
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My garden photographed from the Cohen's floor above
my "castle"
My garden: the last pictures before winter
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Nov. 23
my chrysanthemon just started to blossom:
on Nov. 3 |
November
20, 2007
Here the window is seen
from which Ofir took
the snow-pictures
of my garden.
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November 30, 2007
The Chrysanthemon in full blossom |
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Intro
to
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dates
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Keep
It Simple Sweetheart
whole&full-filled,
never perfect&complete
K.I.S.S.
- L O G 2
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from running away and wasting these minutes 
