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A story from a personal process in the clinic - in the house where he grew up, there was a sentence like this - "You will only cry when I die!" Until then, you have nothing to cry about!!" He shared with me, that he himself said this sentence to his sons. You probably know such phrases - "Well, why are you crying?" Be a man!", "What are you a woman? What are you whining about here?" From the moment he was born in whatever setting he was in, he heard sentences like this. Miraculously - like effective brainwashing - it worked. This man kept inside him for years, trauma and pain, sorrow and deep sadness, and he had no way, with whom and where to process and drain all of this...

are you alive today What is breathing anyway? Why is it the most important? Correct breathing brings a healthy and happy life, so we should perfect this essential tool. So how can this be done? With the help of diverse breathing techniques and especially circular breathing that creates a process of healing body and soul. Healing my breath allowed me the healing of my soul and a breakthrough in life

Somewhere in the 1970s, at the end of third grade, we did a celebratory play, an adaptation of Leah Goldberg's songs. I got a great role, to be the spirit. The wind that spreads the fall leaves and seeds in nature. My mother (Allah have mercy) made me a wonderful outfit, a white and airy petticoat in layers, for my body a ballet costume and the sides of my body were sewn with deep blue satin fabrics that stretched to the roots of my hands, as if I had grown two heavenly wings. When I danced on the stage, my feeling was that I was indeed a flying spirit, weightless and bodyless, floating between and above the girls, who were bent on the ground and on their heads I fell in shades of greenish brown and gold. This role is deeply engraved in my heart and I remember being very excited that I was chosen to be the spirit. It was very significant for me, but all in all I was a little over nine years old and I didn't really understand why, I didn't know how to summarize and formulate insights and certainly not in words, but my body registered the feeling in a strong and deep register in my soul...

"Great hopes are born from great suffering." (Bertrand Russell). A. Many women are now talking about the destruction of a third house, about the third world war, seeing blackness, feeling that everything is over, and that there is no hope. These days A. women are dealing with anxiety and despair, who, unsurprisingly, like to appear together. A feeling that everything is over and the worst of all has arrived. A feeling of instability. There are the optimists, who manage to see the glass half full in everything in their lives...

At the end of the kundalini class, the pickle chakra opened for me, duda kasha... I got into the car and directed the automatic squadron in the direction of the jade. All the way I saw in my imagination the rows of jars of the occupiers that were in my mother's house, may God have mercy on her. Cabbage and cauliflower, cauliflower and carrots, cucumbers, beets and turnips, small onions, eggplants and more... also in her mother's house and her grandmother's house and her grandmother's grandmother's house, they would harvest and preserve all kinds of vegetables. Wikipedia claims that the first evidence of vegetable preservation was found in India about 4,000 years ago. All in all, for me the pickled vegetables are a feeling of home. Such a feeling of comfort... pickled or pickled vegetables go through a process where we soak them for a long time, when they are immersed in salt water or vinegar water (I personally like salt water), when the vegetables are completely isolated from oxygen! This technique is used to preserve the vegetables for a long time. And all these thoughts and memories suddenly threw me into treatment at the clinic....