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!"
K.I.S.S. -
L O G 2
0 0 8
Keep It Simple Sweetheart
whole&full-filled, never perfect&complete
15:48
My Body, my Partner,
my God
I give thanks to our exterior appearance,
though I've slandered you for it so terribly, when I was young,
I now find, that we have just the right height, just the right
weight,
just the right proportions between all our members,
just the right color of skin,
just the right beauty.
I give thanks for the gift of the stupendous
understanding,
that was given to me last night by Efrat, my daughter-in-love!
She pointed out "the hole in the wholeness" of so
many people,
which now wants to "heal"
and therefore attracts such immense triggers from ME,
who wants nothing but help them to love themselves in their
greatness.
Efrat also warned me that concealing myself from their eyes
even further-
- will prevent them from healing and prevent me from full-filling
my goal.
16:16
It is "World Sound Healing Day" and though I forgot about it during
my journey - bus, waiting, train, bus, walking -from Shoham
to Arad and also because of the
little drama I staged with a female bus-driver and the sudden
rain [see below], I was close to music - listening
to Haydn's "Missa in Angustiies" on my newly
exchanged cell-phone
and -while swirling in the pool - improving-singing the translation
of the song that "says it all" [see
below]
I sounded OM - AH - HU
with the soft rain tapping gently on the outlet of the metal
rain-drain-pipe
and with the many voices
in the three "Toning Chambers",
like I sounded with the four voices in May 2003
and like I sounded alone - walking in the Desert above the Dead
Sea - on
World Sound Healing Day 2005
"On Feb. 14th, anytime, anywhere
(wherever you are, whatever time it is),
take at least 5 minutes out of your day
and project the heart sound "Ah"
filled with Light & Love to Mother Earth,
as a Sonic Valentine for Global Harmonization.
If it is appropriate,
please gather with others in a group to collectively tone together
" .
I wished I would be whole
enough to create such a gathering,
but I'm further away than in 2005,
when I took part in the 3rd World Sound Healing Day,
and could - around this day - win over a person here and there
to sound with me together, in the desert. [Scroll
down to the image of Tamir and his parents]
I, therefore, am grate-full for the second possibility:
2). On Feb. 14th, at 12
noon EST (U.S. Eastern Standard Time),
please tone the heart sound "Ah" as a Sonic Valentine
for Mother Earth
for 5 minutes or more.
If you are near a computer, please go to the launching of www.templeofsacredsound.org
and join others throughout the planet on this new interactive
website
in order to do this.
In a video clip on World
Sound Healing Day
Jonathan Goldmann says : "With our sound, our light and love
we can co-create a unified planet."
"The square root of 1% of the World's population = 8000
people
- can make a difference"
Sounding OM
Unlike the
original sounding
of the many,
where the breathing
of each individual
is drowning in the sound,
which is ongoing
I let my breath
interrupt my sounding.
I can hear some overtones.
Sounding AH
Sounding HU
[This is the easiest
sound for me.
It is the sound, the Sufis use]
The "senility" drama this morning:
Finetuning
to my Present
Still at Shoham, I walked the dog at 7:15,
the sun was shining,
and it was so warm, that I took off one of my sweaters.
Assuming, it would stay like that, I left for Arad without a
coat,
and with sandals without socks for my feet.
Entering the bus I wondered, that the
driver was not Hananiel,
but a woman.
I wondered again, when she asked"where
to?" when I handed her the
money.
It's always the same amount, so what is there to ask?
With humor I said: "Nu! to
the airport". She said nothing, only handed me the ticket.
After some 10 minutes drive the sky was grey-black with clouds,
and drops began to tap on the windows.
I was not worried,
since the arrival of the bus occurs inside the
buildings of airport&train-station.
But then , when we came to El-Al-junction,
which only recently had become so crucial,
the bus suddenly turned south, toward the town Lod.
Before I could open my mouth, the bus stopped and the driver
said: "You must get off here!" In that very moment the rain started to
pour.
I was so perplex , I said:
"But how shall I reach the train-station?"
"Go over to that junction, to the number five bus!"
"But I told you, I wanted to go to the airport,
why didn't you tell me, that you are not going there!" Silence.
I was already outside, immediately showered by the rain,
when I screamed at her: "Why haven't you told me, ya allah!
att!", which is a mild curse, not to be translated.
I started to run, somehow guarding at least my cellphone
and the open hand bag, from which the David-Book
"God knows" stuck out.
Even at that precarious moment I was able to ask myself:
'what for do I stage that?
what am I to learn from that?'
Why on earth does this happen exactly,
when it pours with rain and I'm without a coat?'
I had to pass the morning traffic around
two junctions,
holding up my hand in despair, signalling: Just let me pass,
the drivers must have thought - what a mad woman !
I reached the roofed place of the security (see the
photo with Haniel),
lifted my hand to every car and taxi, and the 4th taxi indeed
stopped.
He let me off and I had 25 minutes until the train would come.
Luckily I've done all that photographing in the Airport Arrival
Hall,
and therefore knew, that it was relatively warm there and -
spacy!.
'I'll walk around fast, maybe my clothes will dry a bit.'
It was from a place, where I hadn't been before,
that I saw the splendid beauty of that "banister" consisting of glass and water and light.
Since I was still very upset and couldn't
think straight,
I decided to call my son and ask him to
listen to my discharge.
I knew that his plane from New York had arrived at 7:30
and guessed that he would be home by now.
But unusual for him - there was no answer,
nor has he called me back until now (20:00)
I soon was to bless myself for this absence!
Now I had the idea to call the bus corporation.
in order to find out, if they had changed the route of my bus.
I couldn't help screaming and the woman could barely get what
I wanted.
And this is what I had to learn - shame, shame, shame: "Your bus is Nr. 1, not Nr. 501!"
"But there was no Nr. 1 at the scheduled time!" [what an idiotic argument on my
part...]
"It would have come, if you had waited for another minute!"
"So why didn't the driver tell me, that she wouldn't reach
the airport?"
"Because people ask for "airport" also, when
they mean "El-Al Junction"!
I still didn't find that driver's behaviour
justifiable,
but the fact, that I had entered the wrong bus, 501 instead
of 1,
just like Deqel had entered house Nr.
53 instead of our house, Nr. 51,
disturbed me badly.
A sign of senility?
Of course not!
To show me this, it wouldn't have been necessary
to let me 'drown' in rain.
What was making this even stranger, was the fact,
that I had a bit of space in my backpack
and decided to take some clothes back to Arad,
'since winter will soon be over!' Some of them had gotten wet in the rained-on
backpack,
but redressing in the toilet of the train-station was very helpful,
and when I sat on my usual lonely seat across the luggage rack,
I discovered - after half an hour... - that there was some low
metal shelf,
which conveyed heat, so that I could warm my feet on it.
Everything was staged perfectly, as so often in my life,
the "mess" as well as the help.
Still - the question " what for?" demands an answer
[2008_02_26: I still haven't found it...]
A few impressions from my journey
Grey and Green through the window of the train
: not the desert...
Approaching one of the five Bedouin towns :
Hura - through the window of the bus from Beersheva to Arad
Inside and outside the bus - approaching Hura
The town Hura - for me so much connected to
Nuri Al-Uqbi,
once a member of "Partnership",
but he never understood me and I could never help his people...
This town now has several mosques and minarets...
Continuation of "the Orange Drama" see
tomorrow.
As to the great insight through Efrat : see on Shabbat
I breathe and enjoy every
movement in my feelings,
each sensation in my belly , on my skin,
in every-day moments, as in storms of emotions,
and also when my soul is grey,
when Body feels discomfort, or Heart aches with pain,
or depression shoves me down the black hole, Spirit,
Body, Heart and Feelings are manifesting God,
this with each and every breath we know.
