2002_09_23; last update: 2003_06_20
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2003_02_11; last
update: 2003_03_07
Only
today
following our successful Desert
Peace Process 2002,
which also led to my letting-go
of a part of my Desert Vision,
have I become fully aware of HOW our Red Sea experience
with its "Vision of a Floating Pyramidion"
in its different scenarios,
was an organic stage in the evolvement
of the mature Desert Economy Vision.
Maybe,
the breakthrough of the real meaning of all my desert work
was already in 1997, in a short dialog with Ezri Alon,
then in charge of
the area in and around Eilat
in the name of the "Israel Nature Reserves Authority".
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It was a Shabbat,
free of expected visitors, an extremely hot day in May.
It
was after half a year of literally "coasting" at
the coast of the Gulf of Eilat/Aqaba.
Ever since the Egyptians wouldn't let me through the border to my Sinai [1996_11_08].
I had been living in my mobile home - with an added palm-pent-house to bear the
heat -
on the parking lot between the border to Egypt and the biggest Eilat hotel, the
Princess.
Since I had no camera
at that time,
[the photo above - penthouse and solar-panels
above the goal "A thousand of paths, - was
made later near the Jordanian border]
and Albert, the photographer,
was not yet my partner in the RedSeaPartnerSHIP,
I can only insert an image of the bombastic "Princess".
The parking lot left to the hotel compound
seems to have vanished since then.
But the beach,
which I connected with my bus by "paving" a 120 m path of sea shells,
is still there,
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and I'm grabbed
by a deep yearning for entering "my" sea, and for delighting
in its corals and fairy tale fish
and all the wonders under the
surface of the water
I'll compensate for it by inserting Red
Sea mosaics and separate images from an underwater photography website
During the first weeks I tried all kinds of things,
both in order to make a living
and in order "to fulfil my vocation".
I searched for a job as a secretary in
my former organization "Manpower",
for I had absolutely no money
and even asked for
leftover food from the army base next to me.
I composed and distributed leaflets
advertising a sequence of fantastic,
workshop-kind of learning frameworks.
I also launched a campaign
towards the Manager of "The Princess", who was
German,
in order to win him over for my idea
of attaching a "Pyramidion" to
the hotel, up on the ridge.
The
message of all failures in the exterior world,
together with about 10 "problems" with my Body,
had one content:
"Wait".
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Of
course, I "did" uncountable things
and uncountable things "happened",
but from the perspective of 2003 I see:
There was One message only.
I had planned to spend that weekend in solitude
in order to find out the answer to the question
which had been maddening for the last six months:
Why is it that I attract so much heat?
The heat around my body, caused by the RedSea climate
and the heat inside my body caused by dying hormones?
When I wasn't inside the water,
I had to sprinkle myself with water, especially at night.
Most of that day in May I spent on the roof of my bus,
where I had created a marvellous "succah" ,
mattresses, carpets, cushions under a vault of palmfronds.
I leafed through written information and gave myself readings,
I moved my body and strained my mind and f e l t my suffering,
until there suddenly popped up one single word:
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MAYIM
! WATER !
I understood:
What I need in my life is Water.
So that's why my bus parked 150 m from the sea!
That's why I entered it at least 3 times a day and
often at night, when sprinkling would not help!
WATER.
After sunset I had an encounter with Ezri Alon,
my friend in the "Authority of Nature Reserves".
I won't manage to tell here the many acts of this drama, just this:
Without Ezri and his wife Hanni
and later his young daughter Shakhaf,
the realization of the Succah model
would have been even more of nightmare.
Ezri had been transferred from Mitzpe-Ramon to Eilat
about the time, I moved to there too.
After the
Egyptians had put such a harsh end to my work in Sinai
,
I took my mobile home from Kibbutz Lotan, where it had found refuge,
and drove it 30 km down to Eilat, scared, that the police would catch me.
But then "I made it",
or more exact: "the Angels" thought,
I still needed
it
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But it was only
now, that I sought contact with Ezri,
and he had agreed to come to my roof on this very everning:
" Ezri! My question to you is: would it be possible after all,
to find me a place for a second "Succah-in-the-Desert"?
" I don't think so!"
he said reluctantly, cautiously, and then:
"Why don't you build a floating Succah on the Red
Sea?"
We were sitting
on the roof
and watched the many lights on the water,
the lights of the tourist and Casino ships
close to "my" beach and
it's "legal" zone,
and the beacons from across the sea,
from the Jordanian and Saudi-Arabian shore.
But stronger than these lights was the lightening
that lit up my frustrating "coasting".
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The
next morning I went to the public phone on the beach,
to be called by David as every morning.
I told him what Ezri had suggested and commented:
"It's a great idea, but it's much
too difficult for us now."
David didn't ponder for a second but reacted as if from a pistol:
"That's
it!"
What had preceded
my question to Ezri,
had been David's recent waking dream:
There would be another "Succah in the Desert".
It would have a specific purpose, with specific guests:
People, who have no or weak eyesight, would learn to cope.
Eilat would put her professional skills to use,
Rachel would work on healing and evolving emotions,
and David would take care of the physical, practical matters.
Each of us would live in a separate succah,
but at sunset we would come together and sit on one bench.
That day I spent mostly in the water - thinking.
The Hebrew word came to me:
aniyah = ship
ani-Yah = I am God
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Let me enjoy some more of those magnificant creatures
and mosaics under water.
For soon I'll have to leave this last, and already severely damaged
coral reef in Israel.
On the northern shore, next to Jordan, there are no corals and
no creatures.
And in the Salt Sea, the so-called Dead Sea, to where my path is
leading,
there are creatures that can only be seen through a microscope.
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First
Glimpse
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