Inspiration Arie lived by

My duty as a stomach is to pay attention that I get only food and drinks that help to nourish all the cells in the body and to turn them into energy which lets the living body to function.

The minute I feel that some food or drinks that came into the body are causing damage to the body, I don't have time to check or to let it go because the damage can be harsh and immediate and can cause damage to all the organs (the heart can be affected and a heart attack might appear, the blood can be tainted, etc.)

So the fastest way in cooperation with other cells is to throw out through the mouth and that is throwing up in order to save the soul. Rotten food which comes to me, maybe not be on purpose and not your fault, but most of the time food and drink are being pushed to me without control. For that you are to be blamed.

Let's remember previous times where I threw up and caused me to fear.

I remember being a young child during the 2nd World War where we did not have food. I went to look for some food. I found some potatoes. I filled my pockets and brought them to my Grandma to cook them. After we ate it appeared they were frozen and were very spicy and rotten. I still ate them since I was hungry, but in no time I started to throw up my soul. That is an expression in Hebrew. I was scared and thought I might die. I feel myself again as a child, that is afraid to die, but I understand the feeling and the action of throwing up so I am releasing that fear. I let it evaporate, no room for that feeling in my body. All you have to do is to learn to pay attention what you are throwing into the stomach.

The second severe case that I remember is when I was living with my Grandma and I used to sip some wine with her from a special bottle called DAMBIJAN. In time the bottle was empty. At that time people would use some lamps for light since we did not have electricity. The bottle was filled with gasoline. One night I was sneaking into the room where I knew the bottle of wine was, not knowing that it now had gasoline. I poured it into a glass and drank it in one sip.

Immediately I felt very bad and again I threw up this time as well. I felt as if I were going to die. Again by not paying attention I caused damage to my stomach. The stomach had done what she knew she had to do, the right thing to save me from dying. I feel the experience of fear, understand the process, let this fear evaporate and release it from me.

Another severe case that I remember was when I was serving in the Army as a young commander. We went off on a special mission, a 120 km walk for the completion of the TIRONUT of the regiment. I then already did not pay attention to drink sufficiently. With the heat in the Negev I was dehydrated and started to throw up. This time I felt the responsibility as a commander and I continued to walk and encouraged other soldiers to continue as well. I continued to throw up.

I was then removed on a stretcher and taken care of for the dehydration. Here again I was scared that I would die. Now that I relive that feeling, I understand that because of my lack of attention the stomach had done its duty perfectly again. This fear is being released and evaporated from my body. One more case was while I was on a business trip to Romania, when Romania was under the Communist Regime with Chachescu the President. I was trying to do business with Romania and Israel.

I met there a Christian Arab from Nazaret and we decided to go to a restaurant in the Hotel Atene Palas which once belonged to the King of Romania Mihai. While sitting and waiting for the food to come we got lots of wine. With excuses the food never got there because they did not have any food. Drinking the wine, my head started spinning and it was the first time I got drunk. The Arab guy helped to my room and in my room I started to throw up like hell. I was so scared to be all by myself in a room in a Communist country I could die and nobody will even know or find my body.

Now that I relive that scary feeling, I understand again that because I did not pay attention to my deeds the stomach had done her job and saved my life. I release that feeling as well.

Thank you organs and thank you stomach for the lessons I have learned. I release those fears and make room for new and healthy cells in my body.

2009-05-23 MEDITATION - THE BURDEN OF WORRY

I just finished brushing my teeth. My wife is tired and went to sleep after a long day of cooking and baking a cake for our grandson Matan. She went to his birthday party for his friends. I have sent him my best wishes. He understands that I am a bit weak from the medications and that I am not socializing at this point not to get sick.

I was sitting on the wonderful and magic seat that Zvika has sent me, close to the window's fresh air. With a few breaths I am with you, my organs. First I would like to thank you today for your cooperation and for the decision that there is no place for side effects with my medications.

I would like to ask you, my small hernia on the right side, why are you making me feel uncomfortable. What is it that bothers you? I am not standing on my feet long hours, not making any efforts, and still it bothers me and a little bit of pain.

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