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
and Overview of its main libraries

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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
and ~~~ offer ~~~"goldmines"~~~ to us all!!
"I want you to feel everything, every little thing!"



Overview of & Links to the Pages of My Community: Desert Water Vision Parting from its realization in the exterior World



2003_06_23; last update: 2003_07_01
The pathetic Partneror
p.P. 3


the geopolitical challenge of the Gulf of Eilat&Aqaba
the physical technical challenge of Hosting-on-Water
First Glimpse
The pathetic Partneror
p.P. 1 , p.P. 2 , p.P. 3
The pathetic Petitioner

p.P. 1 , p.P. 2 , p.P. 3 , p.P. 4 , p.P. 5
Last Glimpse


Syrian-African Rift: RedSea
The Gulf of Eilat and Aqaba



BAT-ADAM, the tragic "PARTNEROR"
2003_06_23; last update; 2003_06_29

Like the sun which is clear,
I now know what's a PEER,
but HEART aches with tear.

see puzzle piece 2 and 2b : "Peer Companions"


And then there was a hope and a commitment and much work towards a partnership initiative, which was not ours.

Volley Ball Competition
between female pupils
from Eilat and from Aqaba.

The girls from Aqaba would each sleep
at the house of a girl from Eilat.

We were invited by the Eilat school,
to host the two teams
in our FourNationTent.

I prepared this meeting carefully.
The letter I wrote in Hebrew,
needed a translation into Arabic.
I renewed contact with Nimr Ismir,
my main partner in Partnership in the Seventies
and my friend ever since,
even if we rarely contact each other.
He went into the terrible trouble
of translating my condensed, sculpted writing.

IN the end something "happened" on the political level,
which gave the Aqaba authorities the pretext
to cancel the operation and to trample a hope.

Above are the names of the Jordanian girls and below the names of the Israeli girls,
who were supposed to play volley-ball together
and get some training in "Partnership" in the FourNationTent






Tamir's Art
at the Red Sea
and above the Salt Sea

A token of what a real partnership would be like,
is in the story of Tamir and his father Shim'on.

Tamir, then 27 and not tied to a family, a job or a location,
had recently come to Eilat,
and as became so relevant for all of us a few month later,
he had run away from too much pain at ~~~~the SaltSea.
He worked as a cleaner and was brought by his roommate:
"Tamir could write up something for the visitors, couldn't you!",
he introduced him.
Tamir said nothing.
But Tamir came again, on his own,
and after a while he joined our partnership.
We were six now, and we stayed six,
for those who joined us later and founded with us the NGO,
left us just as fast.

In March Tamir erected one of the three pyramids,
which had been rolled up since the forced dismantling of the FourNationTent
east of the bus and closer to the sea,
so close, that during one of those dreaded southern storms
he got almost washed away, together with the tent's equipment.

His family came to visit - father, mother, brother, sister-in-law.
They were fiercely attacking Tamir for his new craziness.
At that time I judged them as "ordinary people, who don't know any better."

In time I came to deeply admire
the strong love and caring between those family-members.
Though Tamir is definitely the odd ball out,
and though he is always exposed to fierce attacks,
he is always warmly cared for.
By not backing off he grows, and they grow too.

There is one incident, which opened my heart especially to Tamir's father:
Father and mother visited us at our first place above the SaltSea.
We brought them down to the sweet springs at the beach,
left them there and said, we would join them befoere sunset.
Tamir was, is, never on time, and when he finished his work
and we drove down to the beach, it was pitch dark.
I worried: "Your parents are not used to be left alone in such solitude,
leave alone in such darkness."

Tamir wasn't worried a bit.
When we approached the beach through the strip of entangled tamarisks, passable only for us locals,
we heard something extraordinary: an Israeli folk song from a piccolo flute!.

There they sat, an elderly couple, no fear, no blame,
just playing sweet melodies on a tiny piccolo.

Back to Eilat, half a year earlier:

When Tamir's father kept attacking him:
"Who would give you the permission to put that raft out there" etc.
Tamir said:

"You are attacking me,
because you too wanted to realize your dreams,
but you couldn't,
because you didn't know what to do with feelings of pain!"

And then the son said to his father:

" Instead of telling me that all we do is unrealistic,
I suggest that you yourself write something for our visitors,
explaining how  y o u   see the aim of our partnership."

Shim'on is not a learned man,
as a small kid - on his way to a concentration camp
- he jumped from the train
and in Israel he had a hard time bringing up his 5 kids in Dimona,
a dreary desert town, not exactly a city with glitter and glamour.

But he agreed,
and this is what he wrote about the RedSeaPartnerSHIP.

Sarah, Tamir's mother outside Tamir's tent in Eilat after the storm
and Shim'on, Tamir's father in front of the David-Succah above the SaltSea.
Tamir and Rachel in the Red Sea and some months later with Sarah at the SaltSea.
Viewing these photos side by side, I observe, how in the Red Sea Tamir put's his hand on Rachel's shoulder, while at the Salt Sea it's me who puts her hand on his.

Partners after all?
In a way Tamir and I got as close to this idea as seems to be possible,
and this despite the screaming discrepancy between us
with regard to everything that can be measured and compared.

Tamir a year later - sovereign and self-accepting - joins a big Israeli festival,
erects two joint pyramids and invites visitors to two workshops:
Solar Energy and Healing Emotions.

On Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year in Sept. 2002, Shim'on, who came with Sarah from Dimona
to celebrate the festival with Tamir in and around the bus, which found refuge in a forsaken orange grove,
insists to fetch me with his car from Modi'in to Mikhmoret, north of Natanyah close to the Mediterrenean.
They didn't pose for me! I caught them, when they were close like this, as often.
Sarah, by chance, wears a T-shirt with the Red Sea underwater scenery.




When the intellect has failed in everything
and the feeling is buried underneath its ruins
God is too remote - there - abooooooove
And I , in God's big plot of miiiine,
almost loose my mind
on the way to a neeeew renaissance.

by Tamir Peleg, see pp5; 02_06_11

I was just reading these passages about Tamir,
when I received an SMS from him.
(since Sept.26-27, 2008 we have been in contact only in March 2009,
when I advised him to take part in the Walk about Love)

"The story about how Tamir and his father dismantled two solar panels from the caravan, which belonged to my bus,
and installed them in the cave, where they were stolen after ten days, will be told later."
Following "Search>Shim'on" I found this sentence about Shim'on's fantastic work in Noah's Cave,
but the story itself was never told or so it seems.


The process and transformation I went through
- in these days of hard HeArt-work towards the closure of Healing-K.i.s.s.-
made me arrive at a simple formula.
I tried to sculpt it on the page of the Partnership-Concept
and twice on the main page of all the so-called "appendices",
which compose the puzzle of that period of my life
which now seems to be completed.

In 1998
I hoped:
Our FourNationTent
would present
a PartnerSHIP
along and on
the waters
of the RedSea,
and between
Wo/Man& Earth
RedSea/SaltSea-PartnerSHIP Understandings:

the geopolitical challenge of the Gulf of Eilat&Aqaba
the physical technical challenge of Hosting-on-Water
the failure and futility of my way to achieve my goals:

my pattern of petitioning the Power&Money "Herods",
my pattern of partnering potential peers and partners.
my departure from partnership with exterior partners,
stopping the partition between all my parts in myself,
letting my ignored parts win me over as their partner.
In 2003
I know:
all my
will be
& Earth
will be

See about Tamir: 2010_10_13