preparing earth for the people to come

On Tuesday 30.4.2019 we -- Zehorith and Rivka, were again at Gaza Envelope. Few days earlier several missiles were fired north to that place. Yesterday, Friday 3.5.2019 Today, Saturday 4.5.2019, all that area and much broader area was under missiles attack from Gaza. In-between was Yom Hashoa, with it's own heavy emotions stirring in the media. We made some recordings and video where we visited together twice before. Zehorith took a unique photo of flags around home today. We created a restless clip for the moment.

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Meditation facing the border between Israel and Gaza. At the horizon: the sea. Seemingly a quiet, beautiful spring Friday. Just for another few hours.   This text refers to the last photo. Please roll down. Reminding me this line from a song (1970): "Flowers in the canon’s barrel and girls(young women) in the tank turret".   Gaza, Sinai, soldiers, gflowers & girls   Literally translation of the refrain lines:  "The Sun will stand between Gaza and Rafah Moon will whiten on mount Hermon’s  peak Flowers in the canon’s barrel and girls (young women) in the tank turret Crowds of soldiers will return to the town"     1990s ironical version of the third refrain, in the satirical TV program "Hachamishiya Hakamerit)  

On the 20th and  the 21st of February 2019, we visited the Gaza Envelope region. It is a territory bordering the Gaza Strip which suffers from the ongoing state of war between Israel and Gaza. The intent was to look for, and intensify local potentials for transformation, and perhaps participate in de/re- territorializaion. In a search for those potentials we started with the region's natural resort, and headed to Eshkol National Park. Walking its land, crushing its soil and naively climbing its dunes we immediately encountered with an all encompassing death. Sitting for meditation was beyond imagination, and most of our energies were invested in dealing with death while staying alive. Exhausted and disturbed we left the national park on our way to our zimmer. Every few tens of meters we saw mobile shelters scattered around. On the next day, we made a pilgrimage to the wall between Israel and Gaza - literally "the end of Israel", and joined the project of &

Grains of Soil The route for peace is the name of the installation at Moshav Netiv Ha’asarah, we will visit tomorrow.  The following is a footage I found later on youtube describing  the situation for its inhabitants and the wall we’ll hopefully infest some life in tomorrow: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GvbzhPJ-E0k During my sitting today it felt even stronger the request to be experimenting with the grains of soil, as that which might orient for the path for peace. It didn’t take long for the warm embrace of the muddy soil to change into white sand. The image was of a beach and though the sun was shining and it could have been warm, I started shaking, and felt the cold creeping up my bones. As I continued sitting with the shaking it felt the violence emerging from the beach as raged persons were throwing rigid objects. I broke into tears and as the shaking grew even more. While a part in me was sending unconditional love to the beach neither the tears nor the shaking were

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