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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,
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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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July
10 , Thursday, - between Shoham
and Arad
and Noah's
Shore at the Dead Sea
re-edited on July 10, 2013
back to past ~~~~~
forward to future
The FOCUS of MY INTENTION
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!
7:10
I desire to have an easy travel,
to wholly enjoy the encounter with Lior
Oren, my first starchild,
and to be a clear sounding-board for the way she wants to help
herself
["I need you in my life at
present", she had said
on the phone 5 days ago]
I desire, that Immanuel [who'll return a little after I'll leave]
will have a happy day at home,
before the birthday-party at Acco (also for Efrat's mother)
and then~ then "Tomer is Coming".
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image
of the day
Jupiter reaches maximum brilliance this
week, on July 9th,
when it makes its closest approach to Earth for all of 2008.
Amateur astronomer Tilemachos Athanasiadis sends this picture
from Greece.
It shows Jupiter and the Milky Way shining
over the dark form of Mount Olympus, "the throne of Zeus,"
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hodayot [thanksgivings] for
today
7:25
My Body, my Partner,
my God
[no time}
I'm grate-full for the "moments
of grace" with Mika.
I'm grate-full for Efrat's caring for my exterior needs
(she bought another tunica, 2 light night-gowns
and bread spreads for me)
and for my new courage to say, what I don't like
(neither the tunica nor one of the night-gowns,
and only the herring)
and for using humor against: "You're
weird" for reinforcing my
courage:
"You yourself said concerning gifts
of clothes: I've a 'hard' taste,
So if I finally come out of the closet with mine, can't it
be 'hard' too?"
I'm grate-full that these days
were so good, and that Efrat,
when I now -7:20 touched her hands and forehead -woke up with
a smile,
and that even the only little trigger yesterday night melted
away quickly:
She had agreed, that I would watch "Good
Intentions" together from her sofa.
But in the middle she got up and prepared herself junkfood
in the kitchen. See below
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Finetuning
to my Present
About the need to share an "input-experience"
like "Good Intentions"
with somebody who would feel about it or think about it just
as strongly...
(no time to continue...)
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Going out with Nella one last time - before
7 o'clock - I discerned the interplay of sun and shade on the playground
which is closest to Mika's home.
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Buzzing
busy bees
on this shrub
attracted me.
The bees are not visible,
but the blossoms are... |
A photo by error shows what I soon won't have
to see any longer: the burnt, destroyed hill across the veranda, with
the lonely Dommim-Tree
Finetuning
to my Present
My 24 hours with LIOR
who is exactly 50 years and 1 month younger than I,
and whose name begins with L and ends with R,
while Rachel ends with L and begins with R,
and whom I "knew" first, when she was 11 years old
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as the younger daughter of Joel Oren, the director of the Ein-Gedi
Fieldschool,
who had given
me refuge in February 1999.
In September I got an ultimatum for Oct. 31 from the NGO
"Society
for the Protection of Nature in Israel", the "owner
of the Fieldschool",
and so did Joel Oren, though his generosity towards me was only
- as we say -
"the last straw on the camel's back", as Lior now
stressed again,
when I said:
"Am I to be blamed, that ever since
your family had to leave the Fieldschool,
you are living in that settlement
Alon on Palestinian land?"
At some stage she also told me,
how for 5 years they had lived at Alon - all six - in a caravan,
and how she was so ashamed of telling about this anybody, even
me.
I am a Guiness candidate in feeling shame,
but I never felt shame about the poverty and poor living conditions
in my childhood.
Since this kind of shame didn't seem to fit what I know about
Lior , either,
the caravan shame was quite an issue there on the beach of the
Dead Sea....
Today she could allow herself to take
a day off from her army service,
and came all the way from Alon (on the road Jerusalem-Jericho-Dead
Sea)
through Jerusalem to Beersheva, where we met.
A few hours in Arad - and I felt, that Lior's "issues"
were too big for me,
and that we had best cuddle in our common love, the Dead Sea.
I hadn't been there since the
visit of Margret and her children from Berlin, in January.
and having become used to comfort ... I was scared of the heat
and sleeping outside.
And so was Lior.
And yet, she too felt, it would be the best thing to do.
The last bus was already gone,
so we told my landlord that my door would be closed tonight,
but that there was no need to water the garden, since I would
return tomorrow.
I asked him to take a picture of us.
Lior wears my clothes, since she had not prepared for the Dead
Sea.
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When we reached the junction, from where
the road winds down through the hills to the Dead Sea,
we found a hitchhiker waiting at the "trampiada", as we
call it - a simple shelter for hitchhikers.
I said : "Let's not wait here, but
walk - for it's easier to get a hike, when the drivers sees you walking."
But a car stopped right there and took the soldier as well as the
two of us.
Lior had refused to wear her uniform (no
fare on public transport!), which
would have made it easier to be picked up.
But today, unlike the terrible next morning with its unbearable heat
- I'm writing this on July 16
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we were picked up rightaway, not only this time but also later at
the junction of the Dead Sea Hotels.
The conversation in the car became more and more intense:
When the couple in front understood, that behind them sat two soldiers,
they began to discharge their immense pain about how their own son
had been treated in the army.
"I myself have worked in the army
for 27 years, but today's army is not what we knew in the past."
I tried a feable sentence of explanation,
why "the commanders of today"
seek chances to humiliate their subordinates,
but of course, they were not the right addressees.
Then it turned out, that that soldier remembered Lior and her name.
They had not even met personally - 8-9 years ago.
Lior was stunned and later told me:
"We were not in the same grade,
and he came to the Ein-Gedi regional school only,
when we were already about to leave.
I can only make sense of this frapping memory by imagining,
that everybody was pointing to the weird child I was then."
"Yes", I laughed,
the fact, that you hang around with me, the old hag, and her grownup
young friends,
definitely pointed to your weirdness!"
What was the purpose of this encounter?
"Could you see, that his eyes were
absolutely dead, and so was his posture.
He said, that he had waited for one and a half hour until this car
stopped.
It stopped, because WE were there!
his Higher Self wanted him to meet you, us - so as to push him towards
'living'!."
Our next driver was even "deader", if this would at all
be possible.
He was a religious man, with religious books on the seats, but listened
to a secular singer in the radio.
I asked, if I could look into the books.
He recommended a folder with pages from "Hovot
ha-Levavot" - "Duties of the Hearts"
The title resounded in me with some warmth
and my memory placed it in the Early Middle Ages.
But alas, our driver didn't know the author!
This was truly a shame for him and I couldn't even pity him.
We saw, how he frentically clicked his cellphone,
and when we left the car above my cave , he said:
the author is: Bahya
ben Joseph ibn Pakuda.
"You are judging those people",
said Lior with some reproach.
"Yes, I am aware of that! - But
I also believe,
that these two dead men attracted us into their lives not by chance."
And this was the context of our talk all the time:
the drama each of us chooses, and the actors each of us attracts,
and the lessons we want to learn, or the traumas we want to heal.
When we came near the observation point with these
raw rocks
(my image is of Dec. 2003 and shows
graffitis in Arabic)
from where my self-carved path leads down the very steep slope to
my cave,
I asked Lior:
"Do you want to get off at the entry of
the trail along the Sea,
or do you want us to climb down that dangerous path?"
Since the young girl wanted the path, who was I to say, that it might
be too difficult for me?
But that silly pride soon vanished, when I saw myself sliding carefully
on my bottom part of the time.
The path was no longer maintained, and tiny, little and bigger stones
were scattered everywhere.
Even on the two short slopes through my Wadi of Compassion I'm always
scared of slipping and falling.
Here it could be deadly...
Neither with this photo nor with those
in 2003-4 I could get a perspective, which would make this danger
visible.
Lior had no problem. Easily she climbed down
and waited for me above the huge boulder, which contains my cave.
"Go on alone, Lior, don't wait for me."
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On that day, 2005, I made a fire -
on my old fireplace outside the cave,
probably to burn garbage, which visitors had left.
It was high above the Sea - the
sculpture of the Bereaved Mother can be seen.
This evening we tried to make a fire close to the beach, but
we didn't succeed.
There were millions of suitable sticks, but the salt had taken
over.... 
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Lior, indeed, climbed down alone, and that's
how I saw her - far far below...
I reached the army track which runs along the
shore, but now far above it - since the water level sinks 100 cm each
year -
This dark "heart stone" - as I saw it - designated the entry
to the path
I had made to pond and shore
in December 2003/
"Is it alright to go into the Sea naked?"
I heard Lior calling me from afar.
Later I told her, how in 1999, when we used to go down to the Sea
before sunrise,
in order to "move
and to sound" -le-na'ane'a
ve-le'ba'abe'a (my own Hebrew term)
I advised the others against going into the water naked , while Lior,
the child, was present.
"Teach me again to move and to sound!",
she had stated as her main purpose of her visit today.
And though she claimed, even in the Dead Sea she would be unable to
utter a sound,
I filled the air with so much and so loud sounding,
that she could allow herself a little wailing, without being heard
by me.
In time she got more daring, - see tomorrow....
When the sky darkened, I showed Lior what I
had learnt this morning,
that Jupiter exhibited maximum brilliance, since he was closest to earth.
And since the main issue of our talking were the four alefs
[four Hebrew words, which start
with the consonant (!) alef]:
"LOVE can only
be when there is TRUST,
TRUST can only be, when there is TRUTH,
TRUTH can only be, when there is COURAGE,
COURAGE can only be, when I know how to cope with fear",
I explained, what the name "tzaedeq", the Biblical name of
planet Jupiter, really means,
not "justice", as translated and understood by everyone,
but "the way of truth", as Buber-Rosenzweig
discovered.
And
I told her the story about "the way of truth",
which we - David
and I - had walked with Eilat on the day of the great collision
between a comet and that planet,
which - as we were told then - carved a hole as big as planet
Earth into the backside of Tzaedeq-Jupiter.
Comet
Shoemaker-Levy Collision with Jupiter
Jupiter-Comet
Collision July 16, 1994
"From July 16 through July 22,
1994, pieces of an object designated as Comet P/Shoemaker-Levy
9 collided with Jupiter.
This is the first collision of two solar system bodies ever
to be observed,
and the effects of the comet impacts on Jupiter's atmosphere
have been simply spectacular and beyond expectations.
Comet Shoemaker-Levy 9 consisted of at least 21 discernable
fragments with diameters estimated at up to 2 kilometers.
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With all my and mostly Lior's endeavors - burning
paper and candles could not make the twigs catch fire.
Still the illusion of fire yielded some beautiful pictures.
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Driving
Backward
The last time, Lior and I communicated
and even were together at the Dead Sea, was on
May 6, 2006.
She slept with her friend Maya in Yuval-David's
zulla, while I slept next to the pond,
trying to find the right response
for E., who had called me at 10 PM - right there, when I was
sitting with Lior and Maya in the zulla - and said:
"In case Tomer will come to us,
will you live with us here at Kfar-Wradim in a room we'll
rent for you, and help us with Tomer?"
Today ( July 16, 2008) Immanuel said:
"It has taken so many years until
Tomer finally came to us, but I trust that Timing is always
right!"
That night on the beach, on May 6, 2006,
which was as sleepless as the night I would live through now
- between July 10 and 11, 2008,
helped me to find the response:
"I'll be with you, Efrat, whenever
my son, your husband, Mika's father, will be on flight, but
I shall not leave my castle in Arad.
And hopefully you'll soon move from the Galilee to the center
of the country, near the airport, so that my coming to you
will be easier."
This was 2 months before
the accident and almost 8 months, before they, indeed,
moved to Shoham,
so that I could begin my assignment of just BEING with E.
and Mika,
even though the "Tomer is Coming" scenario didn't
manifest - until now.
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