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!"

A Prejudice, which fulfills itself as prejudices always do:
"The Bedouins are thieves and therefore to be segregated."

As long as I lived myself in the "Succayah",
I belonged to the "Halaal", the area of Bedouins.
Until some years ago no Bedouin would ever enter a "Halaal",
i.e. no Bedouin would never steal from another Bedouin.
It was only outside the "Succayah" ,
that Bedouins began to steal from me.

I remember 8 thefts by Bedouins:
(1) 1993:
When I had a good team in the "Succayah" business,
and was free to work on a new project in an adjacent wadi
(until I was threatened ... by the governmental officials):
I slept outside under the desert stars.
After several nights my mattress and blanket were stolen.

(2) 1994:
I had erected one of our pyramidal tents at the edge of the Ramon-Crater,
so as to be undisturbed on a spot of high energy,
when David and Eilat came to visit me
and we did our superhuman (and futile) healing work...
After several months the mattresses and blankets were stolen.

(3) 1995:
By then I was no longer working in the Succayah,
but still living in my bus around the hill.
One day my sowing-machine was stolen from it,
that machine, with which I had created or repaired
most of the interior equipment of the Succahs...

(4) 1996:
After I was no longer allowed to enter Sinai/Egypt,
the six tents, which we had sown together, were stolen.
We, i.e. two Bedouin partners, Ahmed Sawarka and Abdul-Aziz,
and two visiting friends from Israel, Moshe Klein and Keren Krotchik.
Already before that, a third Bedouin "partner" took with him a tape-recorder,
which I had bought for all three partners together,
and in it a casette, which I still miss.
To my birthday Keren had recorded songs:
parodies about Biblical stories,
like the one about the Great Flood, at Noah's time and soon in our future...

(5) 2004 January
My almost unaccessible cave above Noah's Shore
was equipped with two big photovoltaic panels.
Bedouins had watched me from high above for days.
Then the panels were stolen
together with the two 12 liter gas-bottles for cooking
and with the big radio-tape with two casettes for dubbing.
In the tape was a casette with pretty classical pieces for kids,
which I had so often heard and danced to with my grandkids.

(6) 2004 April, 25
A day before the Day-of-Independence I came to explore the situation,
which was to be - as it turned out in January 2006 - the last stage of R&D
of my Vision about Peace-through-Desert-Hosting-Economy.
I was advised to see Musa, the main man among the 17 Bedouin families.
That night -(not being invited inside) -I slept outside
and in the morning hid my backpack with my labtop
in order to visit the women in Musa's compound.
After 2 hours I came back: the labtop was gone...
Later it was found in the hands of a shepherdess,
who had obviously stolen it for the sake of stealing,
for she could neither read nor write.
This theft had dire consequences for me for all my future in that area.
Musa expressed it harshly:
"Go away - fast! to where you came from!
If you cause people to steal from you,
you have no business to be among us."


(7) 2004 May-July
But I wanted to start my work among those Bedouin anyway,
with the intention to train one family as pioneers of a "Rihlah",
the mobile model of a Desert Hosting Business based on SPS,
the Desert's comparative advantage: Space, Purity and Silence.
Seeing no other way,
I desperately and forcefully brought my tent from the Dead Sea to Ali,
a huge family in the Zealots' Valley, but north of "Noqdim Village".
Ali stated clearly that I, my tent and my ideas had no place there.
"If we would host Jews and something would get stolen,
the Government would come down on us...
We have enough problem with them without this!"
I called Sefi Hanegbi of "Desert Time" hosting business up the hills,
begging him to help me to take out my tent from Ali's place.
He helped me with that, yet refused to store my things at his place.
"It might be stolen!"
But a nice person at "Kfar Hanokdim" was ready to store them.

When I began my time on Rakhaf, on July 12,
Sa'ar Carmieli, its founder, came with his car
to help me get the tent and equipment to the spot at his place,
where he had allowed me to erect my tent,
"The Bedouin will never accept you,
but if you insist in working with them,
I invite you to erect your tent on "Rakhaf", above,
and from there approach the Bedouins in the Valley - cautiously."
But at Ha-Noqdim Village everything, except the tent itself, had been stolen.
The people of Ha-Noqdim Village gave me two mattrasses for compensation...

(8) 2004 October
One night I was all alone on Rakhaf, sleeping in my tent.
The next morning I wanted to connect my computer to the generator.
It was stolen!
This theft was not from me, and because of that - much more painful.
Sa'ar Carmieli had done, what I had done when I came to that wadi,
which suited all the conditions for a model of a temporary hosting business.
He created trust!
This is what I had done with the greater Bedouin family in that area,
and a mutual dependency developed from it in a way,
that these Bedouins included the Succayah in their "Halaal",
i.e. the area, where no Bedouin will steal from another Bedouin.
Not only did they themselves never steal anything
through all the years of my presence in that wadi
(November, 1989 - Pesach 1996),
but they obviously prevented also other Bedouins from stealing.
During those same years Ilan from the neighboring Alpaca Farm
closed his huge leased area with a fence against "Bedouin trespassing".
I was deeply saddened by this,
"for if we people in the Desert cannot live peacefully together,
what wonder, that nobody else can?"
If I had imagined, what I would experience on December 28, 2009,
I don't know, how I would have survived it...

Back to Sa'ar in the mountains between Arad, Masada and the Dead Sea.
When he started his hosting business
(inspired by "Succah in the Desert", as he said during our first and accidental encounter)
he trusted the Bedouins and behaved like that.
Now that trust was gone - forever.
Since then Sa'ar frowned, when I brought Bedouins into his compound.
And after having heard from some Bedouins about those I had brought,
I'm convinced myself, that I had helped them spy on what could be stolen.
But the thefts would have probably started even without me sooner or later,
for the time has changed:
Now Bedouins are even stealing from other Bedouins.
The business of weaving and embroidering women in Laqia,
was cruelly damaged, not only economicly,
when their warehouse with all the stored creations was found emptied.


And yet!
Does this mean, that all Bedouins are thieves?
Who was it that stole my phone and my reading glasses from my backback
in the swimming-pool?
And also from the swimming-pool:
Who stole my dress,
so that I had to walk home through town in my bathing-suit?
Those thieves were definitely not Bedouins,
for Bedouins do not go to the interior pool in winter!

And what about that "nice" Egyptian city-couple in Sinai,
who first hosted me in their house south of Nuweiba,
communicated with me in the kindest way,
letting be believe, that I could wholly trust them,
and then, when I gave them the only money,
which I had earned through all that moneyless time in Sinai
(I was invited to give a workshop in the desert north of Eilat, by a friend of Cornelia)
so they would buy for me bamboo poles and other tent equipment,
simply never returned from their house in the Nile-delta!
"Why did you give them the money", screamed Ahmed, the Bedouin,
"they'll take it and never bring us what you ordered!"
"Trust me! They'll not do that
- after all that good communication between us."
I said, too sure of myself....
And until now I don't know, why attracted that shame into my drama...

Cornelia sent some lovely photos,
which Ben-Chorin was allowed to take with his cell-phone
during the last 44 hours in Samira's and Yahia's family

Yahia dresses up traditionally and lets himself be photographed by Cornelia

Ben-Chorin (Benedict-Chorin) and Yusuf

The Cave of the Womb
with the circle of carved-out material in front of it,
and with one of the donkeys and Samira's children

Cornelia somewhere near my "Cave of the Womb" and other caves,
which served as "home" for Yahia's mother, when she was a shepherdess