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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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April
27/ NISAN 22, Sunday, still 113 days -at Arad
Parting from my obsession to complete
this page--- the next day
back to past ~~~~~
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MY INTENTION and PLAN for
TODAY
Know exactly what you want, communicate clearly what you want,
then get out of the way, live and play, and let happen what
may!
7:24
I desire to en-joy this "winter"-atmosphere,
after a little rain tonight ! by feeling
and creating all day.
I desire to "complete"
the last 6 pages, before plunging into sculpting the Pesach
experiences.
I desire to sculpt my drafts to Gab. and to Jon. in a manner
that will be fruitful for both sides.
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Image of the day:
around the corner of our house~~~ in our common street,
Zipi with her Altzheimer-sick mother, her father and dog
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hodayot [thanksgivings] for
today
7:40
My Body,
my Partner,
my God
Though I always feel guilty when thanking you for your health,
when this health is contrasted by the sickness of another,
I do thank you for sparing me the sickness called "Altzheimer",
which afflicted my own mother at the age of 58,
and started to afflict the young mother of Zipi, when Zipi
was only 15.
Now Zipi, is almost 21, and Shifra's mind and body
(strikken also with epilepsy) are deteriorating from day to
day.
May my grate-full-ness to you, my Body, radiate strength
on the Winkler-Family, my neighbors, and most of all on Zipi,
my friend.
I am grate-full for the easy balanced
flow of all I did and learnt yesterday,
including the short encounters with my landlords, the Cohen-Family
[Ofir drove the tractoron backward
through my garden and couldn't help squashing some planted
corners, but the way he responded to my sour face, was again
so sweet, that I could accept his "faible", the
tractoron.
Also, little Amit, who
2 days ago ran up and hugged me, used a chance to slip into
my room and when we all searched for him, was found lying
on my bed with his sandals on, laughing with delight...
and later Lior brought
me Pesach-cookies and a pie, her mother had made,).
I am grate-full for the short encounter with Zipi and her
parents
(her father discerned me while I worked in the garden and
greeted me with "Hag Sameakh,
Rachel", though it was an
hour before the end of Pesach.)
The other starchildren had told me,
Zipi would come to Arad only late today,
and to meet her by chance ... completed the encounter with
my starchildren.
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11:00 When I reached the bottom of the
Wadi on my way to the pool,
I was sidetracked by wind-blown nylon-bags along the wadi to the north.
While going there to pick them up, I came across this lovely threesome!
And
then came Zipi, having a little time while walking her dog
(trained for taking care of sick people and bought for much
money
but - as it turned out - of no real benefit for Zipi's mother.)
"Are you ready to go for a
walk with me?"
Sanny led us to a lawn in a park and Zipi let her shit there.
I got mad, especially after Zipi reacted: "it
doesn't bother me!"
I decided to not spare her my rage, trying to bring home to
her,
that she was acting against two of her own principles:
1) her deep concern for ecology
2) her caring for other people - like me.
"But no children play on this
lawn!"
" First of all it should be your principle to pick up the
shit.
Second how do you know?
Maybe nobody comes to play here b e c a u s e
of the shit?
Aren't all lawns in Modi'in, Arad and Shoham toilets for dogs?
I agree with you, that there shouldn't be any lawns at all,
and that at least in these 3 towns there should have been left
spots of nature,
pruned and maintained as parks by the municipality, but not
uprooted.
But if the general beliefs demand playgrounds with lawns,
then let me and my grandkids, with whom I once came here,
enjoy them without being nauseated by the shit everywhere."
[16:21 Jjust now I came across
my
essay (1985) : "How to Shit in Nature"]
I didn't want to hear Zipi's promise to change her approach,
nor was she sure she could give it and keep it.
So we used the last 20 minutes for "updates" about
Zipi's "lessons",
and about T., my grandson, for whom she cares so much.
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Zippi and Sanny in front of my gate and
the blossoming pomegranate tree.
After a few steps across my house - we both see these birds
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Finetuning
to my Present
I finally completed and sent the letters to Gabriele
in India and to Jonathan in Israel,.
and also to Martin, my dead sister's husband in Germany.
As much as I feel whole with the letters I sent,
I feel frustrated with a letter I received:
On March 8 , I carefully sculpted and addressed a
letter to Yossi Rudoy ,
concerning his book - a gift to me - about his Healing
from Cancer -
- totally against my principle of being "zminah"
not "yozemet" (available, not initiating).
Now, after 50 - fifty! - days, he suddenly responded
- in his last sentence taking into Account that I might
not write again.
His non-response had a clear meaning: my initiative was
wrong and I let go of him.
But what I'm supposed to do now?
I made a draft in which I expressed what I felt about
both
the non-response for 50 days and the content of the letter.
But as I feel now, I won't send it during the next 50
days...
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21:50
A phone-call which bewilders me even more than that letter:
"Hilleke Huettenmeister"! the wife Gil
(Frowald) Huettenmeister!
She called from Jerusalem, though they live in Germany.
In the last 30 years I've met them only once -
on January 6, 2002, at the Yom Ha-Shloshim, the 30th Day after my
husbands death see
pp1b>2001_12_02
"Gil has become 70 on March 2, and on May
2 we want to celebrate this in Israel, in Ne'ot Kdumim,
and I thought, you should be there!"
Gil (Frowald) Huettenmeister and I, Christa Guth,
were the two first German students to study at the Hebrew University
and live on Giv'at Ram in the Students Hostels.
(There were two previous students who got this
scholarship from the DAAD,
the German Academic Exchange Service
but they did not have the courage to live among the
Israelis, they lived in the Christian Swedish Institute.)
What should I do?
I told Hilleke, that I first had to digest her call,
and then I'd have to listen inside,
if it would be right to break my law of not following any invitation
outside my family.
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Later I made a mistake :
I dared to look at T., and when he reacted sharply,
I even said something kind - which incited more nastiness,
"once you've used
people, you throw them to the garbage",
said Efrat who - to my regret - became a witness of
this behavior
I myself immediately remembeedr
"the Lesson of the Wave" on March 29:
"Don't stick to peaks
nor get stuck in pits! Flow with My highs and lows!".
I should have ignored him,
seeing him in his pit after last night's peak...
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In the car from T's father at Shoham to T's mother
at Tel-Aviv
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T. allowed me to photograph the contrast
between the two "shoes", |
He even suggested,
that I take the picture
of what he is so proud of
and hides behind it |
Tel-Aviv , outside the house, in which my
grandchildren Elah, Alon and Tomer live
 
Elah comes down and enters the car to meet
her little sister and her father (and Nella)
It's the first time that I'm here.
I walk to the end of the short road.
what kind of kitch is this park? |
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When I turn around,
I see the house,
in which they live,
from the backside
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Then I watch two scenes: Elah coming towards
her father and parting from him while hugging him
and T. - who had gone up to his home, but after 5 minutes comes down
again, in an undershirt,
walking away without a word ...
"Where are you going?" I
dare to ask.
"I'm going", he says
and he does go....
We drive to the Galilee and reach the market of
the Arab
town Tarshiha,
the closest place to kfar vradim, where Immanuel and Efrat lived until
2006,
and where they even nowadays often visit - the market and the restaurant.
While Immanuel, with Mika on his shoulders, enters the place
to take out money from the bank automat,
I observe these Arabic speaking girls,
who probably live here at Tarshikha |
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Who are those young people passing outside
this Arab restaurant in an Arab town on the Eve of Pesach,
while a father, born from a German-Christian mother, makes fun with
his little daughter,
and a mother, born from Moroccan-Jewish parents, enchants me again
with her beauty?
From the window
I see a woman
packing her merchandise,
for the market is about to close.
I also see the splendid green hill
beyond the tent domes.
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In order to delight even more
in this composition
- I change my perspective a bit
and see the flat V
between the hill with the terraces
and the hill with the houses,
the houses of Tarshiha,
the only Arab town in Israel,
which is "united"
with a Jewish town - Ma'alot -
in a shared municipality
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When we part from the owners of the restaurant,
who know my family so well,
and go out into the closing-down market,
I spot a father and a son, both in red shirts,
and I think with joy of one of my favorite prophecies,
which always brings up tears in my eyes - even now...
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"Remember the law of my servant Moses,
the decrees and laws I gave him at Horeb for all Israel.
"See, I will send you
the prophet Elijah
before that great and dreadful day of the LORD comes.
He will turn
the hearts of the fathers to their children,
and the hearts of the children to their fathers;
or else I will come and strike the land with a curse."
This is the closure of the book
of "Mal'akhi" (=my messenger),
and also the closure of all prophetic books in the Hebrew
Bible,
and ~~~ the closure of the "Old Testament" in all
translations.
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Aren't we headed now for the Seder in Acco?
[see images tomorrow]
And isn't there an empty seat at the table
reserved for Eliyah
the Prophet?
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