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!"
Intro to Healing-K.i.s.s. 2001-2013
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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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Keep It Simple Sweetheart

 
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My new Midrash and song in 5 languages
about the prophecy of Malachi 3, 16
["YHWH" is named "HA-SHEM"= The Name]



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Then those who see Ha-Shem, will talk among each other,
and he listens      and he hears

yatakaalamuna     allathina     yarau'na-hu ,
va-yusri        va-yasma'

Dann die IHN schauen, werden reden miteinander,
und er lauscht      und er hoert

Puis ceux qu'ils voient Ha-Shem, se parlent l'un a l'autre
il entends,        il ecoute

 

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September 1/ Elul 1, Monday, 17th day of "having died to righteousness" -between Arad and Bet Nehemya -with Efrat & Mika
Parting from my obsession to complete this page--- on September 19

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!
7:20 - though T will not be at Bet Nehemya physically [when I. called yesterday, the tension since Quintet Day,when I. wanted to bring T home for a few hours, had not left. Though T. was with his family over the weekend, "E. doesn't get it, that he is part of the family!"]
I desire to dedicate my short stay at Bet Nehemya (=the house of God who consoles..] mainly to "Tomer".
I desire to "sacrifice" my addiction to "righteousness" in my interaction with E. concerning "T",
for I see right now (7:48), that this is the help I've asked for - when tonight I was mad at the file "Sacrifice"
I desire to become healed of any denial of my essence, so that 'asuras' have no chance with me
I desire that my own wholeness will cause rings in today's waters like a stone thrown into them.


hodayot [thanksgivings] for today

8:21
My Body, my Partner, my God
I give thanks to your ability to produce tears!
I've often said, that every talent, every skill - even sleeping and drinking-
came to me only by effort and endeavor and discipline
except for these three: the abilities to think, to love and to cry.
Though it was only in my 37th year that I got the information,
that crying tears heals, and that it is one of the ways to move emotions,
I never succeeded in suppressing them and therefore I ~~~ survived!

I'm grateful for the 3SAT video about the "scientific" proof,
that a human being is able to cry 160mm tears per day, 1 tea-spoon in 20 min,
though the author is ridiculing women, "who cry 6 times more than men" .
And just now I was finally mailed the book "Tears of the Ancestors",
which I - unusual for me - bought with sending a check of 180 NIS!
I'm going to read in it during my travel to and from Bet-Nehemya.
Will there be something to learn concerning my "T"-asuras-lesson?

I am grate-full that I can leave my garden in the loving care of Ofir,
and for the sweet love of his kids
(Amit: "ani orekhet - his word! - otakh le-pizza!"
Little Lior came to show me the many green Chinese Oranges she had plucked from the only tree
in the neighborhood, not knowing, that now I won't have oranges to eat in the winter!]
I am grate-full that big Lior was informed that she is healthy after all,
"now everything is perfect" she said -on the way to her enviable new army task.
I am grate-full that I'll meet Mika & that she now is the main actress in my drama.


The song - re-chosen for August 25, re-edited on August 29, will be again "the Song of Today"
Ruth-Efrat,

who is that - YOU?

kalah, warm , loving!

A stepmother,

but not killing,

wombing her son as her daughter!

A sign of redemption!

Heaven on Earth!

You chose actors for the entire drama!
This song for Efrat's birthday
- adapted to a Schubert-Shakespeare song -
needs modification,
at least in its interpretation and application.
For the line "wombing her son"
might be understood
as unbalanced, patterned compassion.

Since I haven't yet found the exact term,
I'm explaining, what I mean by "unbalanced":
It is the "ethical" belief and attitude
which amplifies the plus-pole in a way
that the minus-pole will be amplified as well!
See an excerpt of the English translation
of Erich Neumann's book,
Depth Psychology and a New Ethic,

which - ever since the year 1969 - has begun
to shatter my belief "that one has to be good".

And the compassion is "patterned",
if it is not strictly directed to the needs of "T",
of "T" as an actor chosen to play in my drama,
but derives from my egotistic-egocentric need
to be 'righteous' in my own as in others' eyes!

 


The first day at school for little Lior -at Arad,
while I traveled to Bet Nehemya,
where I received the photos already a few hours later.

Little did I know,
how significant this would be 6 days later...


 

 

 

Nourishment from Others

Self-Acceptance

TV Channel 2: "Fully Naked"
A Reality Show
or "a documentary about Emotional Empowering"?



Yesterday night I heard the word "Self-acceptance" twice within an hour on TV,
once in a short reportage on Michael Jackson,
and how despite all his artificial "transformations",
i.e. the denials of his ethnic identity,
he "never accepted himself",
and once in a reality program on Channel 2
about the "transformation" of a woman,
who - after her third pregancy - felt herself to be so fat,
that she couldn't wear a bikini anymore.
Her tutor, Aviad Kisos, went with her through several experiences,
which were all meant to raise her self-esteem.
The principle was - of course - to make her
a) compare herself to others, fatter ones
b) to make her more beautiful by hairdressing, makeup and clothes
c) to cause people to praise her all the time.
Though the latter failed once,
when two women said about her photo on the beach
"this woman shouldn't wear a bikini",
a remark which made all the other remarks,
and all the seeming progress in self-acceptance collapse,
her tutor did his best, - together with her fantastic husband -
to let the "self-acceptance" win.

The very fact, that there is a reality show like that,
is simply magnificent,
and many people, not only women, can identify
and also see from a distance, how "it's all in their head".
But "in reality" this is , of course, an utter bluff.
Self-Acceptance is not caused by the acceptance of others.
It's the other way round, others will accept me, when I accept myself.
The question then and always and forever is,
how do I learn self-acceptance?
If everybody should need to go to a decade long process
of conscious, disciplined crawling towards self-acceptance,
then humanity - and Deity for that matter - have no chance.
I've no answer to that.
And so for the time being I'll go on crawling personally
and I'll rejoice in what little awareness Self-Acceptance receives publicly.

Now I remember, that Lior told me - among her success-stories of the last week,
[about her difficult team peers who from this week onward will train female soldiers
- in coping with their assignment as a kind of social workers for sick and ill soldiers],

that everybody was asked:
"What is it you want your trainees to come out with from this course?"

Lior dared to say: "I want them to come out with more self-acceptance!"
And though nobody else said something similar, she felt - accepted by them!
Finetuning to my Present
Self-Acceptance

An outrageous incident "happened" today -
in a series of phone interactions.
At first it was O. on the phone- I was still waiting for the bus at Arad -
"I can't hear you well", I said.
Then there was such a noise, as if somebody had fallen to the ground.
She cut off, and tried again a few minutes later,
this time I didn't even hear her first word,
only the falling of something or somebody.
Then nothing anymore.
2 hours later - in the train - I remembered the incident and thought,
"I asked O. to freeze the relationship! But maybe she needs urgent help."
I called: a long piece of music but no answer.
I left it.
After a few minutes - her husband:
It was difficult to understand him,
both accustically and because of his Southern USA English.
And this was the thunderbolt:
"O. lost her job, because you wrote on your website,
that O. is from this and this background
and that she teaches at this and this school.
Take this down immediately!"


I wanted to talk to O.: "No, she is too upset,
she doesn't want to talk with you.
She trusted you, and you (betrayed her).
As soon as you get to a computer, take the thing down,
and then you may call her. "


Efrat fetched me from the train, put Mika to bed,
(the first day of kindergarden ended already at 11 AM)
and went back to work.
I sat down to correct that page (July 1) rightaway..
I was afraid, the synchronization to the Internet wouldn't work,
as so often here at Bet Nehemya, but with some effort I succeeded.
I called - but again it was not O.: "I've done what you asked me to do."
He wanted to know what exactly I had changed
and then was ready to tell me, how anyone could have read that detail.
"As far as I know, nobody ever opens Healingkiss!" I wondered.
"Well, I am quite a famous man,
and when I talked to an Arab teacher of history about what I do,
and he wanted to know more , he searched for my name,
and though your site appeared only on the 4th page of Google-search,
he opened it and that's how he found out what he shouldn't have ..."


I screamed at him: "Can't you see, that I was only an instrument?
For how long do you two want to go on , hide and lie?
Why don't you trust your God, that he will protect you?"


"Everyone is only an instrument, The question is,
if you are an instrument for good or for evil?"

Hearing this I waited for a pause in his speech and said,
that there was nothing more to say.
He then asked me to do him a favor,
and add a sentence on my page about what he does.
I let him dictate the exact wording to me and we parted.
I tried to synchronize that page - with this sentence - again,
but this time without success. The page now is gone altogether.
I hope, it will change in time.
[I insert a sentence which I've deleted on July 1.
" There is much info - for instance - about the Biblical site Tel-Arad,
which is so important to H., but, of course, nothing about a Bedouin school...]


As to me, the experience was yet another lesson
in accepting myself - with my flaws and with the shadow of my light,
trusting, that they will, as I said, serve a function in the One Symphony.
   

 

At 15:30 I was to wake her up - diligently - with a plate of grapes.
And she, indeed, woke up - diligently - reaching for the grapes and putting them in both our mouths.
When she had re-gathered her wits, she got up:
"Let's go to your room."
In my room - it was an occasion to jump -
how wonderful, that instead of the unwieldy wooden bed there is only a thick mattress now!
and that it is covered by my children's birthday quilt with pictures of Mika, her 3 step-siblings and her 6 cousins.
See how her jumping makes her hair fly in the air!


 

 

Finetuning to my Present

[Preface - added the next morning at 6:30]

[The following entry is an example of how I felt, not of how "reality" was.
When E. came back at 19:35,
little of what I had "projected" on here, was "like that" any longer.
But since my feelings were very real,
and since I was in danger of acting on these feelings, if I didn't cope with them,
through breathing and writing them with my "righteousness lesson" in mind,
I want to keep it, even sculpt its wording, as an example of how we "play".
I'm saying this also on the background of the intense experience yesterday night
- with the opening of the Israeli "Big Brother" Reality Show.
Finally the nitty-gritty of living together comes into focus,
instead of the big dramas of war and victory and defeat, of love and death]



"I'm grate-full that I had a chance to experience this half hour with Mika,
to make the photos, to edit them and to sculpt this collage.
It consoles me in a situation with E., which tests my wholeness.
Is she escaping me?
She called me "Savta",
grandma, not "Rachel", even when Mika wasn't present.
She didn't want me to come at 11, as Immanuel had fixed with me.

"If I fetch Mika from kindergarden (it was the first day after the holidays),
I'll take her to my office, and then, if you come only 2 hours later,
I can take you home both, put Mika to sleep,and go back to work.
Thus I don't have to drive twice,
anyway at 4 I'll have to come again and take her to her new dancing circle. "

"When she fetched me at 13:15 (the train arrived at 13:05), she complained,
that she hadn't worked for 3 hours, Mika hadn't let her do anything.

"Mika is exhausted, taking her out to eat something, was too much for her."
[Mika in her seat behind couldn't even smile,
but she kept looking at me and handed me a sweet - silently...]
"Maybe I'll go to work tonight, it's 2 days before the newspaper's dead-line."

"Why didn't she trust me, that I could Mika feed and put her to sleep myself?
Despite my desire to have every possible minute for myself,
I had looked forward to having Mika 'for myself' from 11 to 5.


"When she came at 16:00 to fetch Mika, she said:
"Don't worry, if we don't come home after the class.
We'll eat ice-cream and roam around."

So why did she want me to come at all?
Particularly, since Immanuel will come back already the day after tomorrow.
Usually I am not triggered by this kind of erratic, paradoxical behavior:
I am willing to be here for her - as asked - even if she doesn't make use of me.
I'm definitely always glad, if I can be al-one with creating on K.i.s.s.-Log.
But today I believe to know the reason, and the reason is what makes me worry.

"It's now 18:14 and they are still not back.
An hour ago I went out to water the planters from the veranda at Shoham.
They were dried up, and at first I wanted to give up:
"It's hopeless with them! They forget to water even here
where there is a hose and watering doesn't take more than 2 minutes."

I had invested much work in pruning what they had brought from Shoham.
especially with concern to a tea-geranium in a box placed next to the gate.
And now again it looked as if it simply wanted to die.
At first I said: "go ahead and die" , and to myself: 'let go of the plants altogether/'
though it was me, who had brought them one by one from my garden in Arad.
But then I saw that tiny leaves were sprouting from the almost dead branches,
and there - could it be possible - even one tiny violet blossom!
It was then, that I decided to see this geranium as a symbol for this house.
I'll talk to it, I'll prune away all the "newly" withered leaves,
cutting around the tiny fresh ones with utmost care,
and I'll send messages to Immanuel, while I'm not here:
"Please remember your plants!"

This physical caring
- so far from my plan to finally edit the Tomer-less-lesson of Aug. 24-25,
helped me to accept the "mood" of E.
If she is at odds with my son, she cannot be in peace with his mother.
I understand this and I'll accept this, not touch it, not ask,
just be light and serene
and do what she wants me to do and be what and where she wants me to be.

And thank you again, Mika,
for having nourished me with your love and laughter

It's 18:41 and they are still not here..
Since I cannot concentrate on any of the things I wanted to do,
I'll copy what was relevant for me in "Tears of the Ancestors",
which I read in the bus and train (until the incident with O. and H.
from then on I worked on repairing-sowing my bathing-suit and a dress,
so I could think...).
I heard Nella barking - 19:35 - a horse passed by on the sideway,
but there - also my girls had arrived,
"savta, savta, savta" , cried Mika,
and inside: "let's go to my room"..
..
while E. told:
"I took her to my office, so that in the evening I wouldn't have to go there,
and this time she let me work, busying herself with other people and things.
"


And Efrat later did talk to me about the Tomer-less Lesson
and did understand a bit of what I'm still in the process of understanding myself:
that the root of our failing to "be a boundary to T. against which he can grow",
like we are "a space to T., in which he can grow",
is our addiction to our righteousness.

   
   
See another perspective  
   
   

 

I wouldn't have taken another sunset from behind the house
(since this camera is excellent in everything except in shooting sunsets),
if not spaceweather.com had drawn my attention to
"Colorful sunsets caused by the August eruption of Alaska's Kasatochi volcano"

 
Before her bed-time story:
Jumping on savta's skirt,
between her bed
and her fancy "furniture",
a fridge, a makeup-table,
a cash-box (counter?)
for money and credit-card
( she knows already the term:
"kartis-ashrai")


After Imma's story
I sing the second song
for little Immanuel,
made by his father in Israel
and his mother in Germany:
The little camel and the little bear.
For the first time she really grasps it
and wants me to repeat it, even twice,
until Imma says:
"enough".

 

Nourishment from Others
From "Tears of the Ancestors" by Daan van Kampenhoot
"Victims and Perpetrators in the Tribal Soul", August 2008

As to my own experience with "Family Constellations" see the appendix to Noah's Diary, 12th week
[Daan doesn't say, when he participated in the same "Bearing-Witness-Retreat" in which I participated in November 2003 , also with Gini Stern.

Sept.1 Sept. 5 Sept.9 Sept.10 Sept. 15 Sept. 17 Sept.19 Sept. 22   Oct.6 Oct.7

 

p. 2-3
Introduction,
"My relationship with shamanism started a little over 25 years ago, when I was just 18 years old....
"The first time I encountered family constellations was in 1998.....
"My active participation in the Jewish field started after I had already embarked on the shamanic path, in the late 1980. As with most important things that happen in my life, it started while I was sleeping. In a dream, I was making my way to the top of a beautiful hill, which was covered with grass and flowers. I was walking arm in arm with a fragile-looking old lady. I knew she was one of my Jewish ancestors. I must confess that I was feeling quite good about myself. In fact, I was congratulating myself for being such a nice person, helping this old grandmother to climb the hill on one of my free afternoons. And while I was having all of these pleasant narcissistic feelings, I suddenly made the embarrassing discovery that my feet were not even touching the ground. I was going through all the movements of walking, but I wasn't really touching the earth: I was only going uphill because the old lady was carrying me. This dream encounter woke me up to the strength that was available in the Jewish part of my family roots. ...
According to halacha (Jewish law) you are only a Jew when your mother, or at least your mother's mother, is Jewish, and with me that is not the case. Still, this did not stop the ancestors from appearing in my dreams to teach me. Over time, the connection in my soul with the Jews in my family's roots became stronger than with the Christians. This was a source of confusion for me for many years. It was only after experiencing a family constellation facilitated by Bert Hellinger that I could finally embrace and appreciate this situation. As a result, I went through the traditional rituals and procedures that are necessary to officially become Jewish - not to "become" something or someone else, but to confirm and strengthen the ancestral connection.

Shamanism, constellations and Judaism... all three recognize the existence of different layers of the same soul. .. and that healing requires a community effort...

4 ... If I was a participant in various tribal soul fields, my own knowledge [for writing this book] could be only a small part of a greater understanding... It seemed to me that each of these people could be the caretaker of a piece of the puzzle I had set out to solve...
...each collective has its own memories. Some memories inspire feelings of pride, others cause shame. Memories of victory and defeat are especially important for the collective's identity, but these memories are highly charged and never complete, with details high-lighted, others neglected, and some even repressed. The victims and perp0etrators who are a part of a collective's history continue, however, to be a living presence in the timeless reality of the group's soul, whether they are remembered clearly or not...

Let us start the journey now. And let us start with a dream and a story, the way many things have started. Let me tell you about a moment when shamanism, constellations and Judaism met and came together for a time. It is a story that opens the door to the realm of the tribal soul.

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I was leading a seminar somewhere in Germany, and in my dreams at night I found myself in a small eastern European Jewish shtetl at least 100 years ago or more. A young man had died and, as was the tradition, the people of the small settlement came together and brought him to his grave. In this dream I was a rabbi, saying the traditional prayers at the burial. After praying, before we picked up the coffin, I spoke to those who were gathered around. I told the people that I was going to teach them a simple niggun , a worldless melody, and I asked them to let their tears flow with the melody when they sang it because we needed to cry. Not only did we need to mourn our own personal loss, but we needed to cry for the losses of our ancestors, too. I told the people how the uncried tears fo those who lived before us did not magically disappear after their deaths, but that those tears were living on in our own bodies. We, the living, are the body of our ancestors, and in our bodeies we carry all the tears they could not cry during their lifetimes. And when we allow their tears to be cried through us, something is being made whole between the generations, we are engaged in tikkun olam; repairing the world.
I started singing. As people picked up the melody, some of the men lifted up the coffin and we started walking. Amuddy path took us to the small graveyard. We sang, and we cried. We sang, and we danced, crying. It was raining, and the rain mingled with our tears. Tears became prayers, prayers became tears. In our grief we were one with the ancestors and they were one with us, and through our dance, they were dancing, too, As I woke up, I was still singing and crying, I immediately recorded the melody so I would not forget it.
The day following the dream, I asked the participants in the group to join me in a ritual. I asked them to stand facing each other in two rows of equal length. I explained that everybody would walk through the tunnel of people, one by one. While walking, each person would look at those standing on the sides as if they were ancestors. And everybody standing in the two rows wold look at the one passing through the tunnel as their own descendant. Upon reaching the end of the row, the person would then join one of the two rows of standing people again, and there, he or she would represent an ancestor for all those who would walk by them. In this way, everybody would have both the opportunityh to move through the tunnel of ancestors, and to stand along side of them.

When the logistics were clear and everybody was standing in place, I taught them the dream song and explained its meaning. One by one, they walked slowly through the tunnel of ancestors. As the first one began the journey, the first tears began to flow. Together, we sang and we cried, Most people walked straight, a few stumbled and one or two were carried. And as had happened in my dream, for the duration of the ritual we became one with the ancestors. Prayers became tears, and tears became prayers. We cried our own tears and the tears of the ancestors. The tears of Jewish ancestors and the tears of German ancestors mingled and became one. And for each of us present, something was made whole that day.
- Daniel Theron van Kampenhout

 

p.10
Chapter 1 Auschwitz-Birkenau
...understand this grave of at least one and a half million? Here, a complete world has come to an end...
...there are moments when the need to try to come to terms with it all is gone. And then, when my mind has fallen away and all thinking has stopped, I temporarily dissolve, I disappear in the expansion of my soul, in a worldless state. Birkenau is a place that exposes the limits of my analytical mind more effectively than any spiritual practice ever has done.
.. walk through the camp on my own. And I get smaller and smaller in the huge emptiness. I am unable to stup, and can finally only crawl forwards. Moving at the bottom of a sea of tears, breathing water, every breath a tear. Whose tears?

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The strength it brings, where does it come from? I have never felt more grounded, more present, more complete. But it also frightens and shames me to find such wholeness in that experience because it goes against all that I have learned.... I do not dare to share it with non-Jews. Later, after the retreat, my friend Evelien , who has joined the annual peacemaker retreat several times in the past, [and also was with us in 2003!], "My experience is that you never fully return after having been there. A part of you stayes in Auschwitz, and that part becomes a source of healing, strength and peace."

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The Wheel of Souls
According to Hellinger, ..In the core of the greater soul all polarities are transcended and all paradoxes are resolved....
...Somewhere in-between the family soul and the greater soul, we find a soul layer in which the individual is participating in collective fields, but these various collectiveds are still separated from each other. These collective fields are much bigger and stronger than that of that of the family, but they are not engaged in the process of becoming one that we can recognize in Hellinger's greater soul layer. The borders of the collective souls levels are strong and stay firmly in place.
I call such collective fields "tribal souls." ... Because there are many different kinds of such collective fields, each individual person is part of several of these tribal souls simultaneously.
On the level of the tribal soul, we let go of some aspects of our individuality. Here, our identity is based on the community. The "I" makes room for a sense of "we".

x) Here I wrote on the margin: "When was it that I first "knew", that I was more than an individual? a knowing which was finally confirmed when I first learnt, "that all Israel vouchsafe or guarantee for each other"?
and saw in this the difference between "Edith Stein" and her Christian nuns.


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Finally, just Neska's grandfather was standing on his own, between his mother in the group of Chinese family and his father with his Black ancestors. At first, he did not really know where to go.Then I asked him: "Where do you find the dignity your soul needs?" Then he knew he had to turn to father's people. Born as a slave, his ancestors enslaved as well, they embraced each other and grieved together. But their tears were like the water of life and had a healing effect, and the grandfather found strength with his father and his people.

Now that Neska's parents and grandparents had found a place, and the great grandfather had been honored and welcomed by his own son, Neska herself could move through the constellation, presenting herelf to each group of ancestors, The Dutch... The Molukkans... The Chines... the Blacks... Neska invited the four groups to stand close to each other, and so, leaning into the group of Blacks she could be close to all of them. Later she reflected that it was only after her grandfather had been taken in by the representatives of the Blacks that she could start to really see that group of ancestors, and after she herself had been taken in by them, she could see them even more clearly...

 

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Ancestors who are rejected by the family at lare will sooner or later ask for a place in the heart of at least one of their descendants, as was the case with ...Neska.... On the national level, a related but multilayered dynamic was noticable in the group in Spain where the energy of exclusion was present in families of many of the participants. ...when the excluded ones are welcomed back, they become a source of strength. As their dignity is restored to them, they restore the dignity of those who remember and welcome them.

 

continuation , culmination? on Sept. 5


In the train I wrote on the margin of the chapter Auschwitz-Birkenau:

The next day - typing on the computer - I added:







The opening of "The Big Brother" Reality Show in Israel
was fascinating...

in the end there were not 15 ,
but 16 participants,
reminding me
of my own family drama
with the 16 actors
I've chosen for it.

Sept.1 Sept.2 Sept.3 Sept.4 Sept5. Sept. 17  
    Sept. 21      
Oct. 3 Oct.8 Oct.15        

 

 

 


Other people judged the opening of Big Brother:
"A Waste of Time.
 

 

 

 


And another Reality Show, where it's not the dynamics between different actors,
but the self-acceptance of one woman, i.e. the dynamics between her mind and her feeling,
which is at stake!

Learning to accept yourself:
"Fully Naked"






     
     

 

 

 

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