The Truth

On one of the occasions when I visited London in the distant past, stood on a crate in ‘The Speakers’ Corner’ in Hyde Park, a man dressed in black, and loudly declared that the God of Jews is the only one, that Moses is the Prophet and that the words of the Torah are the only truth.

Six years ago, on a crate in that corner, another man dressed in black stood up, loudly declaring that the God of Christians is the one and only, that Jesus is the Prophet and that the words of the New Testament are the only truth…

At September this year stood on a crate in the same corner, a black-clad man and declared loudly that the God of Muslims is the one and only, that Muhammad is the Prophet and that the words of the Quran are the only truth.

Same same!

At each of these opportunities I chose to respond, and my first question was: What is that truth they are talking about? The answers I received were stuttered and accompanied by quotations from the scriptures … none of them were complete, compelling, clear and to the point…

At each of these opportunities, this question led to a discussion, which led to a kind of debate, which, as is customary at Hyde Park, led to a gathering of people’s circles around…

My argument was in all three cases that the truth is primarily a question mark…it is not in the hands of anyone and at the same time it may be in us all, that there are no significant gaps between one prophet and another, that we are the creators of Names (God, Allah, god) for the same unclear and unknown source that we all probably came from, and we all probably will also go back to – We are doing this just for the sake of grasping something, and that all of these texts, beautiful and smart as they are, in the end, texts written by flesh and blood.

I added that In my experience, there is a frequency where we can, if we just want to, meet and   connect with each other … in each of us’s hands to make his way to that frequency without having to follow the paths of others (since, in my opinion, as the number of people, so the number of paths) and no need to cling to what created it all…

In all three cases things, so it seems, remained open, and they continue to resonate with me … hope that with them too …

Recordings

My new home has now become, among other things, a recording studio… Shimon Tal, my dear friends and I are working on my new material together, this time in an intimate atmosphere…

This is a completely different story to record an album in ‘ the home field’ … Simon brought his professional gear that connected to my equipment and it all happens in my living room …

It’s amazing how in reverse, I had to go back to the big  and bustling city to win a quiet that allows for such a recording … a quiet that even the desert didn’t allow…

Apparently, that in the right areas of Tel Aviv (which, incidentally, I realized again that it does not fall into its vibe and the intensity of what other cities like London, New York or Berlin have) there are enveloping energy, inspiration  and that long-awaited quiet…

And although in order to record a near-sterile silence, Simon and I decided that we would use the delicate background noise that still exists … and what are those background sounds?

Well,

When Shimon and I met for a preparation meeting in my home, we listened carefully to what was happening around and heard to our surprise, birds that tweeted with a lot of sounds… We smiled and acknowledged that it is precisely in the urban nature where we sit, the most dominant   is the chirping of the birds…

Money

The days are unbearable heat, but it is precisely during such an overheated season that I feel flourishing… another station in my Journey of wandering … and this time I ‘park’ to the depths of the soil, to the base, to the roots… to give myself another respectable dose of freedom…

This time it was money, an obscene word for me so far, and now I understand how to access it from the same creative place that has life … learning to operate in a new space, learning a new language that will allow me to sculpt, write and play the dry and lifeless numbers, revive them and know how to redirect them in my favor… and that, it turns out, is possible….

Many people, men, most of them, those who ‘understood money’ more than I did, because they set aside time, energy and thought,  were in front of me… among them my father, my brother, my former husband, spouses and friends.

I have always felt that their attitude to money was one that was not necessarily motivated by abundance thinking, and their grip on money prevented freedom of action…

In my experience, today, the only way for me to face money is to see before my eyes a situation where it is simply there, and whose purpose is to serve me and the others around me…

What excites me about this whole thing is the knowledge that when a real abundance will come to my life, my loved ones and those I will choose will be able to enjoy it as well…. In my belief, when that is the motivation, material abundance will not be delayed or blocked…

It will expand and intensify with proper intent and careful and meticulous action, but, first of all, it will come from love …

The Child who asks and The Old Man who answers

Despite slowly becoming one of the ‘tribal elders’, I was left, to my delight, childish, innocent and human-loving parts … It feels like sitting in two of the four directions of the Indian circle at the same time – The Asking  Boy in the south and the wise one who is answering in the north.

To live in this world open-hearted and giving, preserves us children, but also requires mental strength against the harsh energies that surround us all and sometimes penetrate, in order to draw from us the love we have, to try to take bits from our soul and make us ‘dirty’…

Watching and seeing, knowing and understanding when is the right time to close the heart to the same depleted energy, is that of a resident in the north …

The fact that I moved from the south of the country to southern Tel Aviv signifies my approach to the point of balance between the questions and the answers … Still the heart is open and the possibilities are also open, but, something in me is increasingly learning to set boundaries, release and push ‘harmless’, go further towards choosing people with honest intentions and feelings, leaving people behind again whose innocence and openness in me allowed them to ‘go inside me’, sometimes too deep …

life wisdom? Yes, it is, in my experience, the essence of the wisdom of life … to continue to be broad-hearted and loving man, and in the same breath, to identify when this love will be realized most fully precisely when we set these boundaries, thereby purifying ourselves again …

Not to forget that the heart is actually a muscle that is expanding and contracting to allow life

The Karavan and me

And here’s the romance between the trailer and me … Yesterday it was passed into the trustworthy hands of the appropriate buyer.

It was exciting and liberating to pass on my passenger home to a person who starts moving with him at a timing similar to the one I was at the beginning of the journey:

Exciting was the understanding that this kind of movement experience had exhausted itself for me, and that the urge to continue on another channel that the road offers had matured…

Releasing was the sense of relief and expansion that gripped me as I watched the moving trailer… At that time I realized that even it had become for me, a kind of burden, excess weight that does not allow me to ‘fly’ higher …

Two are three

Two of them are one? Do not think so… Two of them are two? Neither do I… Two are three? Yes, this is the magic equation that’s been revealed to me these days…

Two are consolidated by a third party, which is the author’s glue, but also that of the separation creator…

From the connection the separation is created, and from the separation

the connection is created…

In order for this equation to be allowed, three who do not disappear, but are actually present in full…. When one of its components disappears, we will not be able to make

a complete quality…

An equation without disappearing….desire of the Soul…

 

The Choice of Life

The Choice of Life… a familiar and perhaps even worn combination, but, today as I walk through it again, I am reminded that how much is worn so real and deep…

In my experience, this is the Mother of all Choices and it is made in the most intimate moments of a person with himself… There are no room for anyone else in those  moments… And sometimes the price is heavy…

Choosing life demands different liberations from us and facing full responsibility for ourselves, our ways and everything it contains …

Routine

The days pass through a new routine … I try to be inside it and not to run away from it … A lesson that was not very simple for me to this day, and it seems to me that this time I will succeed for a while, and I will be able to signify a meaningful V …

I wonder how simple and easy for one person is a challenge to another person …

What characterizes this routine is my ability to take a step back, adjust to, adapt myself and be led by other people, external occurrences and relatively dictated frameworks … For me, this is a kind of self-victory, mental health and experience that balances many years of lack Routine, intense movement and motivation to ‘reinvent myself’ again and again …

Interpersonal communication without digital mediation, closeness, and human encounters have become the main tools on which I can no longer compromise, even here in the center of the country (which obviously requires more intent than in the south of the country).

Learns to respect the simple life, without dramas, and those that bring some quiet, but at the same time continues in my musical and spiritual pursuits … experiencing a kind of expansion born out of the previous contraction, strengthening, rooting and at the same time rising with a new nuance … feeling that all These new experiences add to those I already knew, and increase the range of possibilities available to me …

From this place, it is comfortable and convenient for me to visit the Karavan and the beach where it stands every week (I hope that in the spring I will return to move with it), and yet begin to ‘squint’ to the next destination – Tel Aviv, where I lived a great part of my life …

I found that in the Shapira neighborhood in the south of the city (which I have known since my youth), there is an interesting mixture of urban quality (probably) and the quality of Mitzpe Ramon…

Maybe there I’ll find the Blue Bird waiting for me on a window?…

 

The conference

Before I ‘landed’ from the trip in India, I found myself last Thursday, instructing activities that had already been set up two months ago, to a group of people based on my new musical workshop model:

Body Insight & Sound

As part of the conference ‘The Negev Communities Conference leads a change’, held in Yeruham.

During the course of the activity I felt how the energy I absorbed and ‘brought with me’ from India only intensified and sharpened the understanding that my ‘spirit’s practice’ is, first and without a doubt, the music …

And what also connected for me to India was the colorfulness of the space in which I was instructing the activity, which was determined by the organizers of the conference, without my knowledge …

flight

Tomorrow morning I will get on a connection flight to Delhi and thence into India.

Although I have not been out of this country for five years, flights have been a central part of my life, and the noises of planes taking off and crossing the sky and sonic booms were the soundtrack of my early childhood …

I was born no less and no more, at Tel Nof  Air Force Base, since my father was a pilot and Deputy Squadron Commander of the Nordic squadron, which no longer exists, but which I remember because of their unique shape … I did not know then a reality that was not connected to discussions and talks about aerial demonstration and flight operation.

When I was eight, we moved to Ramat Hasharon, my father became a pilot at El Al, and the airports turned from military to civilian … From that year until his death I was able to fly with him, with my parents and with my brother and sister, and later alone, with my spouse and with my children once or twice a year to various continents and countries …

In the army, when I set to be a personal affairs commander,, in  the Air Force Base  Sde – Dov and the soldiers tried to make me excited to get into airplanes or to fly in one of the base helicopters, I could not get excited … all I wanted was to quietly finish the service with my lack of adaptation profile ( and the 21 profile over my head all the time) and continue with my life …

My favorite place in the plane is the cockpit, to which I have been invited many times by my father, since it allows me to feel like I am in a spaceship and to demonstrate the most complete experience of cruising and floating in endless space …

When my dear friend Avi Gil built my effects box of my electric guitars years ago, I called it ‘the cockpit’ and when I first came to the caravan factory a few months ago and went into one of the caravans to see its interior, I felt that both the aesthetics and the energy in the caravan reminded me of the inside of the plane And this cockpit  again…

In my eyes, this description is another performance of the supreme spiral movement that brings us through our lives to more and more sophisticated frequencies, and the higher we rise, an experience that seems, seemingly similar, is actually more accurate and complete than the one before it …