Juliano Mer -Khamis Youssef Swetty

http://www.arna.info/Arna/articles.php?id=31

The terrorist as stated by Juliano, a genetic phenomenon, as the Israelis perceive a terrorist looking for the 72 virgins in heaven.a religious devil with no past or future. I found the story moving and enlightening and pray this wall be torn down and brotherhood evolve with all the other evolvings of the human race and realize that such evolving will probably not occur with out a seismic upheaval of our consciousness which will in the end occur in any event among all races and kindreds of people.

A Short Story of Suicide
by: Juliano Mer-Khamis (2002-11-29)

On
Tuesday morning Youssef left the police station in Jenin slamming the entrance
gate behind him.
He looked very troubled. His mother recalled that on that
day he handed in his resignation, not sparing his commanders harsh criticism. He
was very emotional over the phone when he told me that the “dream days” are
over. On his way to the Camp an Apache Helicopter hovered overhead. The
Helicopter was descending and for a moment it looked as if it intended to land
in the schoolyard. A car slammed its brakes round the corner. Just like a raptor
seeing its prey the Apache turned around. The car, a “Subaru”, turned towards
the market and disappeared into an alley leaving a trail of dust behind it. The
pilot was disappointed when he reported he missed the appointed target, while
Youssef sighed in relief. Quickly, he jumped over the school fence looking for a
shelter from another threat: an angry tank approaching him. As he breathed
heavily he stuck to the wall and closely watched the opening of the moving
cannon. And the tank fired a shell. Riham Abu-El-Ward, a 9- year old girl, who
hid under the staircase, was thrown a distance and hit the entrance gate.
Youssef jumped towards her, while screaming and pushing away the curious
onlookers. Riham was still. Her limbs were scattered in all directions. He
collected her to him and walked slowly and strangely towards the hospital.
A
month later I met him in Jenin not far from his parents’ house. He wore army
clothes, unarmed. For an hour he mourned the girl. The words he said were
repressed and made no sense, not revealing his intentions. We parted.
At
night, in front of Al-Bash’s house, his friend Ziad parked a stolen Jeep, a red
Mitsubishi Fajaro, and left. Nidal came out of his hideaway in the dark, took
the car keys from the driver’s seat and disappeared. The next day Youssef tried
to persuade his friend Gibril to lend him his M-16 to practice. Gibril refused;
weapons are hard to get in the Camp and are very expensive. Its price falls
between 12 and 18 thousand Shekel. Youssef had no choice but to turn to the
Islamic Jihad Organization and asked to enroll himself. Joining them meant
receiving a rifle without delay and a salary of 1000 Shekel every month. Youssef
decided to commit a suicidal operation. He insisted on writing his own will. In
front of the camera he intentionally left out the name of the organization,
emphasizing his independence. "I take responsibility for my mission" he'd said,
"for the sake of my friends and family". He ended his message with farewell
words and wishes of victory for his people in their struggle against the
occupation. Nidal stood beside him and tried to be funny as he moved his hands
like a bird's wings and twitched his face to look like a virgin. Youssef didn't
laugh. The will was reread.
He once asked me for the meaning of the 72
virgins so widely spoken of among Israelis. "It is easier for the Israelis to
kill you while you look for virgins in heaven" I answered him. "What do you
mean?" he asked. "You are a genetic phenomenon" I answered. "A terrorist, a
religious devil, has no past or future, were born to kill and are thirsty for
blood; your father is an inciter and your mother will joyfully praise your death
at your grave; you are faceless, a number, an enemy "do you understand?"
On
the morning of the 28th of October 2001, Youssef asked his mother to wash his
face. Filled with worry she asked him if he was ill. "No, mother, I am OK" he
answered. "He looked at me and asked me to have breakfast with him at the table"
she told me. "Didn't you feel anything strange?" I asked her. "I did feel
something, yes", she answered. "He never takes breakfast. While I was preparing
food in the kitchen he gazed at me for a long while. "Bless me mother", he
asked. "Where are you going son", I asked. He didn't reply. I blessed him and
asked him to buy some vegetables on his way back home. Before he left, he again
looked at me for a long time, and then he left. I said to my self "what's wrong
with this boy?" The next day the papers read "Two terrorists in a Mitsubishi
jeep fired at a group of people standing at a bus stop on the Hannassi street in
Hadera. Four women were killed and 44 wounded. Policemen on the scene shot them
dead". The body of Youssef Swetty was never buried.
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Jenin and the day of Good Deeds

http://thecelebritycafe.com/features/26147.html

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jenin

Jenin refugee camp Palestinian youth play music for a group of elderly holocaust survivors now living in Holon Israel and yet even those Good Deeds have to be attributed to nefarious motives . How did the children do wrong or the elderly? One would have a hard time explaining that.Just for the day, these groups had a comeraderie in good music that transcended centuries of hareds acccentuated since the founding of the Jewish state. It has been the center for the dispatching of suicide bombers in the North and Center(Israel has so alleged since the beginning of the al-Aqsa Intifada) and has been so since the second Intifada. The camp was founded in 53 to house fleeing Palestinians from the 48 Israeli-Arab War. It was handed over to the Palestinian Authority by Israel in 96. Following the battle of Jenin the area was under the control of the Israeli military and the area was subject to curfew. Palestinian militants were the subject of targeted killings by the IDF. UNRWA relief of the United Nations has been operative.

Adnan al-Hindi, leader of the Popular Committee, a group representing the
political interests of the Palestine Liberation Organization, said the children
were exploited by their director in order to “normalize” relations with Israel.
Hindi said, “It was a shock and a surprise to the children and their relatives.”
Hindi commented further, saying that the group’s director, Wafaa Younis, told
the children’s families that the purpose of the trip was only artistic
expression. Younis, who lives in central Israel, has been journeying to Jenin
every week, only to teach music.
She claimed camp officials only wanted to control the group to get its funding.
According to an AP report, she stated, “They want to destroy this group. It’s a
shame, it’s a tragedy. What did these poor, elderly people do wrong? What did
these children do wrong?”

It's History

Jenin was known in ancient times as the Canaanite village of Ein-Ganeem or Tel Jenin.[3][4] The city of Ein-Ganeem is mentioned in the Hebrew Bible as the city of the Levites of the Tribe of Issachar.[5] After some years, the city's name was changed to Ginat. In book of Yehudit[6] the settlement is mentioned as Gini. The Jewish historian Josephus also mentioned Ganim as a city in northern Samaria.[7] The modern Arabic name Jenin ultimately derives from this ancient name. The origin of the place as Ein-Ganeem was recognised by Ishtori Haparchi. In the 20th century C.E., the State of Israel built a nearby Israeli settlement, Ganim, also named after the ancient village. This settlement was evacuated in August 2005 as part of Israel's unilateral disengagement plan. Another Israeli community was also given the name of Ein Ganim, today part of Petah Tikva.
Jenin was a center of civil unrest during the 1936-1939 Arab revolt in Palestine which was prompted by the death of Sheikh Izz ad-Din al-Qassam in a fire-fight with British colonial police, for whom a Hamas military wing was since named. It was also used by Fawzi al-Qawuqji's partisans. On August 25, 1938, the after the British Assistant District Commissioner was assassinated in his Jenin office, a large British force with explosives entered the town. After ordering the inhabitants to leave, about one quarter of the town was blown up.[8]
In the 1948 Arab-Israeli War, the city was defended by Iraqi forces, then captured briefly by forces of Israeli Karmeli Brigade during the "10 Days' fighting" following the cancellation of the first cease-fire. The offensive was actually a feint designed to draw Arab forces away from the critical Siege of Jerusalem, and gains in that sector were quickly abandoned when Arab reinforcements arrived.
The southern entrance of Jenin holds a cemetery for the dead of the Iraqi army and some Palestinians who fought with them against the Israeli forces.[9]
The Jenin refugee camp was founded in 1953 to house Palestinians who fled or were expelled from their native villages and towns in the areas that became the Israeli territory during the 1948 Arab-Israeli War.
For 19 years, the city was under Jordanian control; it was then captured by the Peled division of the IDF on the first day of the Six-Day War of 1967.

Conflict years
The city was handed over by Israel to the control of the Palestinian Authority in 1996. At the start of the al-Aqsa Intifada, Israel alleged that the city had become a central source for the dispatching of suicide bombers to the North and Center of Israel. According to Israeli sources, a quarter of all suicide bombings carried out in Israel during the current, second Intifada originated in Jenin. See Palestinian political violence for an in-depth discussion of this broader issue.

[edit] Battle of Jenin
Main article: Battle of Jenin
Following the battle, Jenin fell under the control of the Israeli military.[citation needed] In that time, residents of Jenin have been subject to extended curfews (over 150 days since June 2002, nearly all prior to 2004. Several Palestinian militants and nearby civilians have been killed by the Israel Defense Forces on targeted killings. 56 Palestinians were killed, the majority combatants, and 23 Israelis. UN Relief and Works Agency (UNRWA) employee Iain Hook was also killed by Israeli troops on November 22, 2002.[10][11]

Sanago healing plant

http://toptropicals.com/catalog/uid/tabernaemontana_sananho.htm

Tabernaemontana sananho, Bonafousia sanangoFamily: ApocynaceaeSanango, Uchu Sanango, Shiric SanagoOrigin: Brazil, French GuianaCalled Kunapip in Ecuador. Rare tropical species with large leaves, fragrant flowers and edible fruit. Different parts of plant are used in S. American folk medicine. It grows as a tall evergreen dense shrub, the leaves are the largest of all tabernaemontanas and can reach 12" in length and 5" in width. White flowers are 2-3" wide with pinwheeled petals and intense fragrance. This plant can be also trimmed into a small srub and grown in a pot. Very tropical looking.See picture with buds.
Link to this plant: http://toptropicals.com/catalog/uid/tabernaemontana_sananho.htm

Sanago the healing plant note letter below

http://ayahuascameghan.blogspot.com/2009/03/ayahuasca-sanago-quadriplegia.html


The below is Teresa Schroeder's letter asking for donations for her healing. The medicinal plant Sanago is considered by Infinite Light Peru as part of her healing process with diet. She recognizes the spiritual and emotional components of her being quadriplegic through a snowboarding injury and recognizes the holistic healing regimen. She has chosen holistic plant medicines therapy and the plant series has been integral in rewiring her nervous system. she has self perceived her injury as a spiritual crippling and crisis bringing the physical body down. The view of bodily ailments and disease as spiritually connected and caused was accepted by the ancients as a "given" of long standing. The opportunity offered to Teresa was gifted by Meghan and Eluco at Infinite Light Peru. The Sanago plant and its curative capability are topics I would like much to know about and explore. We are just beginning to venture on a frontier of knowledge known in the past and to only a few adepts today. Note that Meghan's meeting with Teresa in Iquitos at the hotel was not a fortuitous occurence but "divinely " arranged. Meghan met her in Iquitos and she was thinking, if I meet them,then this is where I am supposed to be.

My name is Teresa and I am a 25 years old young woman on a journey to walk
again. Four years ago I sustained quadriplegia, a full-bodied paralysis, in
result of a snowboarding injury. I have chosen a path of holistic healing, which
has left me a humbled student of plant medicines. Doing so, I am witnessing a
series of plants rewiring the nervous system, teaching my body how to act as a
whole again.
Meghan and Eluco have gifted me an opportunity to heal at
Infinite Light Peru, dieting with the medicinal plant Sanango. I will address
spiritual and emotional components, affecting my physicality by releasing
trauma. This is incredible, for in my deepest belief, this is not solely an
injury, but a spiritual crippling and crisis, which then brought my body down
with it. I invite you to follow this story, as I begin to walk again, at http://www.peruvianproject.org/. Please read the blog.
My
inability to work, leaves me dependent upon the generosity of others. Every
little bit goes a long way. I deeply appreciate any support.
With gratitude,
peace and love,
Teresa Schroeder

Teresa is an amazing young women we met in Iquitos, in some Divine flow like I rarely have seen. She was already familiar with the Ayahuasca medicine, and the Sanago (the plant that moves through the physical body, releasing trapped, cold energy and basically re-awaken the system) had been calling her for awhile. Her caretaker and friend, Alesha, had done research on several places to work with the plants, and my name was one of two physically written in her journal upon arrival in Iquitos. She thought to herself, ´if I meet either of these people, it is where I´m supposed to be.´ Within five minutes waiting in the lobby of their hotel, I walk in (remember I´m only in Iquitos a few days out of the month) as the owner passes me, and I hear ´You´re friends are waiting to talk to you.´ The Divine force behind this makes me think there is something possibly revolutionary going on here. I´m sure there has been very little research into healing quadriplegia with plant medicine, and the impact if it´s success could change many people´s lives. I believe Teresa is an angel working to bridge this for those working through the physical turmoil.

Amazing Mr X aka The Spiritualist Reign of Terror aka The Black Book

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/29/movies/29kehr.html?_r=3

CLASSIC FILM NOIR, VOL. 3
“Classic Film Noir, Vol. 3,” from VCI
Entertainment, an independent distributor in Oklahoma, offers significantly
upgraded editions of two intriguing films that have long circulated only in
dismal public domain versions. I had despaired of ever again seeing a decent
copy of Bernard Vorhaus’s “Amazing Mr. X” (1948), also known as “The
Spiritualist”; or Anthony
Mann’s “Reign of Terror” (1949), a k a “The Black
Book.” But here they are, and while not pristine, they’ve been brought back
to highly watchable form through a combination of chemical and digital
restoration techniques.
Both titles were originally released by the
long-gone British-American outfit Eagle-Lion Films, and both were photographed
by the brilliant and eccentric John Alton, one of the seminal stylists of film
noir. “It’s not what you light,” Alton once observed. “It’s what you don’t
light.” These two films are powerful studies in darkness and shadow, punctured
by bright beams of light — Alton’s trademark — projected from unseen sources
somewhere in the background of the deep focus frames.
“Mr.
X” is a gothic thriller starring the Austrian actor Turhan Bey, who brings
all his exotic charm (Turkish father, Czech mother) to the role of a fraudulent
psychic consultant attempting to draw a wealthy young widow (Lynn Bari) into his
clutches. The plotline allows plenty of opportunities for Alton to strut his
stuff: a nocturnal walk along a lonely, wind-swept beach; the halls of a
cliff-top mansion, echoing with ghostly music; a memorable séance on a sunny
California afternoon, during which ectoplasmic forms emerge thanks to some
ingenious work with an optical printer.
Left to his own devices, as he
appears to have been in “Mr. X,” Alton could come up with excessively elaborate
effects that distract from the drama. (At one point here his camera peers up at
an actress from the drain of a bathroom sink.) But he never fails to please the
eye, even as he steps outside the story.
“Reign of Terror,” a tale of
derring-do during the French Revolution, unites Alton with two other formidable
visual stylists, the director Anthony Mann (soon to move on to his famous series
of James
Stewart westerns) and the production designer William Cameron Menzies.
(Menzies, the designer of “Gone with the Wind,” is credited here only as a
producer, but his hand is unmistakable in the low ceilings and bold geometry of
the sets.) The collaboration yields an almost unbroken procession of complex,
compelling images, which somehow remain largely in the service of the
tongue-in-cheek screenplay credited to Aeneas MacKenzie and Philip Yordan.

De Ja Vu

http://majorityoftwo.blogspot.com/2009/03/deja-vu.html

Here is the post Ieft on that blog.

Confessions of a butterfly Henryk Goldszmit

http://korczak.com/Biography/kap-3.htm

Henryk read avidly as an escape his only escape. The world vanished and only the book remained. His journaling became his novel "Confessions of a Butterfly". The Sorrows of Young Werther by Goethe exemplifies his youthful romanticism, as that of many of the Polish students. He yearned for the Jews and Poles to be reconciled,but this was never to bear fruit and was product of his idealistic fantasy.Henryk is here portrayed from age 13-16. The narrator is self described as a slav cold natured and puzzled by his attraction to a dark eyed Jewess . He is curious about the mysterious "Jew", the Sphinx of nations.Inner division as part of assimilation: well worded! He made his narrator Polish who saw Jewishness through his eyes. Sex viewed as standing at the abyss. It was dangerous and wet dreams were degrading and undignified. Did he connect syphilis with his father's mental illness? His relationship and love for Stash. Did these feelings of Henryk's give rise to guilt? I do not think they did.

When he was fourteen his grandmother died, and there was no longer anyone
with whom to share those dreams. For a time he sought solace at her grave, which
was next to his grandfather's in the Jewish cemetery. The Jews, like the Poles
regarded the cemetery as a gathering place, almost an extension of their own
home, where one´s loved ones were always available to listen to problems and
often endowed with a wisdom they hadn´t had in life.
Bored by his strict
Russian gymnasium in Praga, a suburb on the right bank of the Vistula (probably
the only school the family could afford by then), reading became his salvation.
" The world vanished, only the book existed. "He began writing a journal, which
he would one day rework into'a novel titled Confessions of a Butterfly: it was a
slim volume with much of the romantic weltschmerz of The Sorrows of Young
Werther, which Henryk, like so many Polish students, had read avidly.
Both
the sorrows and the loves seem to be those of young Henryk Goldszmit from his
thirteenth to his sixteenth year, although the narrator describes himself as a
cold Slav from the North who is puzzled by his attraction to a dark-eyed Jewish
beauty he passes on the street. She rouses his curiosity about the mysterious
Jewish people-the "Sphinx of Nations." But rather than romance, it is
reconciliation that he yearns for. reconciliation between the Poles and the
Jews. Even at that early age it seems that Henryk was beginning to experience
the inner division that was part of the process of assimilation in this Roman
Catholic society. By making his narrator Polish, and viewing Jewishness through
his eyes, he was experimenting with his two identities-Pole and Jew.
Like
Henryk, the narrator has to cope not only with a mentally unstable father but
also with strange and confusing sexual stirrings. He has erections and wet
dreams that "degrade" his dignity as a man, and fears for his own sanity because
masturbating was believed to cause madness. Reassured by his doctor that
masturbation is not a disease, only a shortcoming, he is warned to avoid it, as
well as everything else that might overstimulate him-"nicotine, alcohol,
daydreams, and prostitutes, eighty percent of whom are infected." (Retaining his
belief in the harmfulness of masturbation, Korczak would write about his efforts
to break the boys in his orphanage of the habit. " If you overcome nature, you
overcome yourself, " he told them.)
The narrator resolves to work on
controlling himself, but cannot save a friend who has "succumbed" to a servant
girl. " I can boldly say he is standing at the edge of an abyss. " (It may be
that Henryk connected sex, which was "dangerous, unhealthy, and undignified,"
with his father´s condition. A part of him may have suspected that the illness
might be syphilis: the disease was rampant then and known to affect the brain.)
There is one person, a boy his own age named Stash, toward whom he feels "
not friendship but a kind oflove one can feel only toward girls. " Stash has a
girlish delicacy because of a heart ailment. He puts his arm around Stash's
shoulder during recess; holds his hand as they walk about the city. Watching a
sunset together" they both have tears in their eyes. " Why can´t one exchange
tears like wedding rings? . . . Our souls were joined together in silence. There
were no candles burnm . g before the altar, only the sun. No priest to bless us,
only the sky. No wedding guests to give us hypocritical congratulations, only
the fir, birch, and oak trees. No organs playing, only the wind. . . . I
experienced the most beautiful hour of my life. Why did I want to cry? " In his
Ghetto Diary Korczak would recall the strong feelings he had for this boy. ."
Fourteen . . . friendship (love) for Stash. "