THE SALT SEA

 

Lass dir alles geschehn, Schoenheit und Schrecken. Man muss nur gehn. Kein Gefuehl ist das fernste. Lass dich von mir nicht trennen. Rainer Maria Rilke, aus "Gott spricht zu jedem ehe er in macht"

Let everything happen to you, beauty and horror. One must just go. No feeling is the farest. Do not let yourself be separated from me. Rainer Maria Rilke, from "God talks to each one before he makes him"

See these lines now integrated in a "body-song" in SongGame 2007_12_13

 

2009_06_10
This file is called "Noah's Vision - Future",
and obviously was a template for future pages,
just like the other empty file "Noah's Diary- Future Week of Realization",
which I discovered only, when I inserted the new header,
which unifies all 1400 pages of "Healing-K.i.s.s." and 32 pages of "ARARAT-HeART"

2009_12_20
I'll re-use the empty page
and insert pictures about the only journey to "my" SaltSea in the year 2009.
The last journey was together with Rotem and Lior in December 2008.....

The pretext this time was a call on Facebook from Sharon who walked with "The Walk about Love"
to come on the Eve of Chanuka, also the Eve of Shabbat, December 18, 2009 to a Beach-Cleaning
at Metzoqe-Dragot at the Dead Sea.

I want to start the journey with a rainbow above my house,
though it was 4 days earlier that this rare scene took place.

As usual, when I hitchhike to the Dead Sea,
which in 2005, and maybe before and after,
I did once a week,
I walk to the junction outside Arad,
from where the road winds down,.
and keep walking until a car stops.

This time it was a young Bedouin,
who drove "to nowhere"!
"But what is written in your identity-card?"
"Pzurah", which means "dispersion",
the term for all the locations and areas,
in which some 70000 Bedouins live in illegal compounds.

It turned out,
that my driver knew "my" family in the Zealots' Valley,
for his pregnant sister had married Intisaar ("victory") ,
the young sister of Yahia, sister-in-law of Samira,
aunt of Yusuf and Hathra and their six siblings.
I was surprised by these news
and Suleiman Al-Hameize was surprised to have met the woman,
who had carved out "The Cave-of-the-Womb".
Somewhere, nowhere he let me off and turned into this track - north.
I just managed to catch his car before it disappeared into the desert.

 

And then I walk and enjoy, and look left and right and enjoy, enjoy my Desert....

After having passed this sign to the (infamous) "Rotem Amfert Minerals"
[see in "Israel Chemicals", the Company for which I worked as the secretary of the secretary
just before the birth of my Desert Vision in Sept-Oct.1988]

I was picked up by a couple from Hod-Hasharon!
And again --- like with Suleiman Al-Hameise,
I was transferred to the past - to Hod-Hasharon!
For the woman was a friend of Dvorah born in 1958,
one of the daughters of neighbors in Ramat-Hadar.
Simcha, her father, took me to the maternity clinic,
when I was in labor with my daughter, in 1965,
since at that time we didn't have a car.......

The couple from Hod-Hasharon let me off at the junction of the Dead Sea Hotel area.
Before I started walking on the road above the Sea, I discerned a strange structure,
which advertises the sale of real estate at Neve-Zohar ...

I found Abraham's quote on Dec. 11 Make a decision of what you want, give your attention there, find the feeling place of it -- and you're there instantly. There is no reason for you to suffer or struggle your way to or through anything. --- Abraham I don't know why inserted this quote here! But coming across it - on Dec. 20, 2009, I'll just leave it where it is....

After some 10-15 minutes a truck driver invited me "up".
Yaacov lives in Arad and works for the Tamar Regional Council.
He was on his way to Khavaree-Masada, a place I hadn't heard of,
"where crazy families live together for a week every year!"
He couldn't give me info about the identity of the crazy people.
All he had to do, was to bring them wood for their fires,
which they themselves had gathered in and around Ein Tamar.

The short time we had together was used extremely well.
He was the kind of driver, who does not meet me by accident.
I soon hit upon his self-victimization against government etc.
And I could show him, that he-he was the master of his life,
the writer, producer, director of his drama and it's main actor
and that all he had to do was to appreciate what was good in his life
"I get up every morning with zest towards the new day! I'm never bored!"
I taught him my "recipe":
grate-full-ness ~~~ zest-full-ness~~~ full-fill-ment!
Experiencing these three feelings depends on YOU!
And the first step to experience them,
is to stop victimizing yourself to others,
and instead see, discern, feel,
when and where you already feel grateful, zestful and fulfilled!"

I love the reflection of the mountains in this little bay!

I discerned too late, that the driver wanted to do me a favor in bringing me to the junction to Masada.
He now had to return to the entrance to that desert spot, which I should explore sometime in the future:
Khavaree Masada.

The favor wasn't necessary, since I do not wait at junctions anyway,
and had to walk along the road north anyway till I would be picked up.

I walked and walked and passed by this memorial for a boy from Atlit killed in 1998 at the age of 19

I walked and walked, seeing "Masada" in the haze on the western side of the road, across a wadi,
and this pole, which during flooding shows the height of the water, on the other side of the road.

Further north I take the full view of Masada in the west

while on the easter side I approach another water-measuring pole and the entry to a field for hobby flyers.

Still further north a different foreground for Masada

When after almost an hour still no car had picked me up (a rare situation!)
I lifted my hand to a taxi by error,
but seeing, that I would hardly make it to Metzoqe Beach until the appointment with the beach-cleaners at 12:00,
I decided to get into the taxi, the more so as the driver charged only 20 NIS, about the price of the bus from Arad to Ein-Gedi,
if I would have waited for the bus and not started - almost two hours before the first bus- walking down the road to the Dead Sea,
hoping to make it to "Noah's Shore" before going to Metzoqe Dragot Beach.

Thus I reached the junction, where the road winds up west to the place,
where I and 3 partners lived in 1998-99 in order to realize my Desert-Vision
................................
and where the track stumble down to the beach, the cleaning of which was my aim.

Watching this bus-station and garbage bin underneath the signs "north to Jerusalem",
I strongly remember the situations and interactions during "The Angels' Camp" in 2006.
[See especially the 3 images with three of the children waiting for the others at this spot]

Tristram starlings [see one of my photos in 2002] ,

The first view of the Metzoqe-Dragot beach which on the map is called "Ein Samar"

Continuation of the photos of ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ in Noah's Shore