The Path to a Healing Heart

The neuron is made up of several different components, but the portion of it which is most exposed to injury in a shear mechanism is the axon, the long thin protrusion which can extend substantial distances across different layers of the brain. The primary role of a neuron is for information transfer, both from one end of the individual neuron to the other and from one cell to another. Transfer of information within a cell is called intra cellular signaling and between cells, inter cellular signaling. The intracellular signal begins at the cell body, runs down the axon, to the synaptic terminal end. The intercellular transfer is across the synapse, where the signal jumps from one cell to another. The Role of the Axon: The role that the axon plays is roughly equivalent to the wire that connects a light switch to a light fixture. Like the wires in your wall, it may run substantial distances, as long as a full meter. Like a wire, it is thin. And like a wire, it transfers its signal...

I've been carrying around the infliction of trauma since inception till this day 49 years later. I never wanted it but it attached itself to me like a soul virus. Throughout the years I've been trying to find methodologies and ultimately a curative process to clear the trauma, rebuild the breaks and HEAL. It is possible because I believe in Nature and the world at large - where there is an illness, there always is the cure. It just happens to be that conventional medicine hasn't been able to identify the root causes of any illness, let alone cure or heal anything. I've long stopped putting any kind of faith in *medicine*. Treating broken bones and putting bandaids on symptoms - they can in my book be called upon. And there are those that swear by them, and I don't want to argue the subject. This is my POV alone and my path. I am seeking others like me who have been on the path of self-discovery, rebuilding their inner synapses, brain cells and neurotransmitters, who...

Last night - a crash rained down on the house where I rent in the South - forgotten space of Negev and Judah The boys aged 13 - 17 standing with white shirts 200 meters away grinning mocking rocks in hands in a row of bleached tshirts hands wielding stones hard, hard and direct at this one and her dwelling. Why - I do not know. Hatred. Baseless. You are not wanted - a mantra of one with crazed eyes. Get out of here. A sign. Move. Now. Emerge. Quickly from this patch of pollution and nights filled with boys that stone a woman for breathing in quietude. I would scream but there is no scream left. I would throw myself off a cliff but for the memory of my promise to the ones I love. I would pray but do not know which words to use when all words have been spoken I spent 3 hours in the early morning trying to understand how I brought this onto myself unwarranted hatred - continued from the moment i put my foot on Holy ground. All I have is my broken heart I breathe so deeply I feel it could ...

I've been communicating with the animal and tree energies since early childhood and in that have gone back over and over to the welcoming embrace and wisdom of the elders - the giant knowers. They have ways to buffer the charges that we emit and ground us with their elements - for sure - I've found calm in their fruits, leaves, roots, crowns, bark - topically, psychically and energetically - in all forms - from tinctures to simple being/breathing. In spending over a year with the pine trees I've noticed that there are very few pines that live in solitude that this spells for them disaster - being open to dangers, diseases and thunderstrikes. In this they live in clusters, families if you will. There is only harmony in these collectives. They help, protect, shelter and support each other. And man is like the tree, after all - so many commonalities. But our jobs are different after all. I have developed movement exercises based on the tree. It helps with the spine. But there ...

Running away from age 3 when the door was open and there was no one to watch me go into the yard and parking lot i flew into a store reaching for the candy bars and making myself at home. i was captured and put back in my place I ran again on bike through the streets of brooklyn to get away further from the chaos and insanity i rode the metal horse instinctively putting distance between myself and a screaming banshee who wanted my soul on a platter and an eye for an eye I ran again at 12 then 13 from home school, placements, people from cities to deserts from deserts to mountains from mountains to oceans from oceans to continents from country to other nether worlds from myself from God and everything i ever knew to be a slash to my psyche I ran from men from women I ran from apartment to apartment I ran in the night I ran in the day I ran in the heat I ran in the freezing cold rain, snow Sometimes I ran and rode. I run daily in my mind Keeping from thinking too much I run from experien...

This is the rough outline - more will be filled in and it will be cleaned up. If something happens - this is the legacy. Moving…place to place I arrived in 03 – came to the Judean hills in a valley of Bat Ayin….from taxi to one roodead misquito bloodied walls, flithy mattresses and a promise to teach and learn in the Midrasha. I came from the quiet and the green The consistentny of trauma pulsating through my veins and the house suppporting the wall to the room I rent for two hundred and fifty dollars a month icontains a family of boisterous, yelling, crying, door slamming people. There is no phone and internet is disconnected for 3 months – I try. My cats are bewildered. The cats of Bat Ayin are tossed like garbage. These misofrounates find their way to my room and claw through the screened windows to get a little of what my own get freely. A symptom yet to emerge again and again throughout. I am friendless and dour once again I retreat. I spend the entire holidays and shabbats alone ...

August. Fruit of the fields in perfection Slowly swathed in green and yellow Rubies like crescents conjoined Purple black hiding under Flowers that protect the gladdened bejeweled ones Berry. A cluster nestled Compartment of bliss The soft dew tapers like a dream On to sweetened curves I miss you Ripened Intoxicated from heat And jubilant revelation Berry. A ritual in the mountains Passing through yellow fields To reach your branches To hold and to murmur A kiss The surge, the splurge the dynamic revival depleted blood within renewed My veins gifted Berry.

On the inside Pierced with thorns Torn holes fractured By design intent and karma Eye for an eye Tooth for a tooth Puffed up and sullen A testimony to uncare Riding low in netherworlds Deep sunk the mire How long how long Is the question And how long Will the sentence Be.

Journal - one day will put it all together - chronologically. A glimpse into of what it is to be dealing with sensory bombardment on a level that probably wouldn't perturb the average person but to a sensitive they are momentous - combined with memory banks that need upgrading and are still locked in terror mode - make for a classic case of sensory overload. I had just moved to the city of Tzfat. On Independence Day. Firecrackers would come later on that night. And so would the screams of the encaged peacocks in the municipal zoo. And later in my move there I'd experience fires lapping 100 meters from my door. An alcoholic neighbor with an insane dog. An all-out war with 600 katyushas flying to my left, right and over me - with no where to run or hide. And staying the full duration of that war in a half a room with no kitchen and overflowing water and crumbling plaster to deal with daily. This entry was just day one. Read on.... "First day in the hills of tzfat. All noi...

This is my truth. You don't have to subscribe to it. In fact, I'm not asking you to. It's just my truth, my experience, my perspective and the way I've come to SEE reality. My life story is very long, very complicated, riled with experiences that only in very dim, dark places in the world such things are known. Yet, here I am. I've personally experienced miracles. Great ones. Some that saved my life. Of this I am positive. Some very recently. In that, all I have is my gratitude and wonder and know that all is, was and will be for the best. No matter what. In this learning curve of trust, I'm writing this. To give some perspective as to the way the presence of God acts in a person's life. And so..my thoughts - God is one name of the Creator. God is our way of experiencing Creator individualistically and as a species. God is not a man. God is not anything we can grasp with our minds - only with our hearts in understanding the greatness of the magnitude in whic...