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Your Words Healed Me
This is a message to two witnesses from the past,
Ira Erenberg and Glenn Erso,
allies from High School 40 years ago.
Out of a deep conversation
at our 40th High School ReUnion,
I was able to pick up pieces of my life
that were broken when I was 17.
Date: 4/13/2005 4:05:04 PM ( 19 y ) ... viewed 1067 times This is a letter to Ira Erenberg
and Glenn Erso, two high school allies
who participated in a Radical Healing
that occurred at my 40th High School ReUnion,
April 9-10, 05 in Los Angeles.
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Dear Ira, Dear Glenn,
I am stopping time to reflect on
the deep conversation we had on Sunday
at the brunch, when we gathered for our ReUnion.
You too have lived in my dreams for many years.
I knew you both has gifts from my Soul to give me.
You the special time we shared had deep meaning for you.
I have long believed that between Lovers,
the Radical Gift of healing, is that they have the power to wound
each other. They give each other the power to be seen.
IF a couple commits to stay in the process,
to stay in the game, they can return their whole being
to a place of grace because they help remove blockages
that prevent full expression.
When two lovers keep giving each other eye contact,
keep hanging in, they can heal each other and the world.
You two proved this for me on Sunday,
for we are Soul allies,. the three of us.
The need bond of friendship, the deep caring
that goes back more than 40 years,
has helped me get through wounds that
have been with me since High School and beyond.
It is so powerful to have been witnessed like this.
Ira--it was so amazing to hear your side of the story.
It was so amazing to hear of things that happened in my life
that were only faint memories.
You told me things I did not consciously remember.
You described a trip we took to Tijuana near 35-40 years ago.
You told me you remember visiting my Aunt Rite with me
at an alternative Cancer clinic.
She was getting therapy that worked.
It turned her into a vegetarian, and helped her
heal from Cancer.
She was at the Contreras clinic.
Aunt Rita, my father's sister,
later introduced me to Dr. Bernard Jensen.
When I told her a few years later about my arthritis,
She gave me a book by Paavo Airola. Jensen was listed
in the appendix. Then she showed her Jewish Guts my calling
him on the phone and making an appointment for us to meet
at his ranch.
She had me drive down there from LA.
That intervention turned the course of my life.
I have long had pain against the Jewish religion
that in spite of all the rules and regs,
my mother died of Cancer, and that Aunt Rita,
a devout Orthodox Jew, stepped outside
the limited health codes of Judaism to heal herself
with alternative medicine.
And you Ira, were a witness to our visit with my Aunt Rina
during the time she turned this around.
Then, as we were standing there with Glenn, and Jeff Epstein,
one of your old allies in High School, and someone I knew a bit,
you told how on Saturday nights you would play cards.
One Saturday, I invited you to a Social of the Jewish Youth Group
called AZA. You came with me.
You liked it. Meeting girls or more fun than playing cards on a Saturday night.
As a result, you drew lots of members of the football team and others
in the AZA curcuit. That became the direction of your social life during
a number of years of high school.
I had no idea that I was responsible for that.
I recall now that it was during that time that I first felt my hip pain.
Jeff Epstein was also friends with Mike Stein, or Mendel as we knew him
in elementary School and High School.
I would have never showed up at the 30th Anniversary of our ReUnion
if Mike had not looked me up on the iinternet. Once Sunday eve
I remember getting a call from him. He wanted to know if I were
the Leslie that he had gone to school with.
I was. He wanted to know if when we were kids,
he had hurt me and caused my injury that turned into arthritis.
I said no.
He had been having guilt about that all these years.
He used to roughhouse as kids. He was much bigger and stronger.
He was also friends will Bill Domb, who became Bill Elperin.
I have written about that elsewhere on these blogs.
Ira, you and i met at Camp Max Straus, the summer before junior high.
Your family you said, sent you to camp while they moved.
That Camp was one of the highlights of my childhood, in a childhood
that was quite miserable in some respects.
Then we were comrades through high school.
I got to tell you the pain I felt . I told you I felt abandoned when we lost contact
and went to different colleges. I got to relate this to the death of my mother
and how I started a chain of feeling abandoned.
Something really broke up back then, when we all went different ways
and left the continuity of our youth and neighborhood.
I feel sad for the kids today, that are mainly held together by the internet,
or who knows God what.
I hear there are gangs now at Fairfax. I imagine that is one of the most
powerful social structures for the kids now.
I wonder.
And you Glenn, we go back to the Cross Country and Track days of high school.
You were concerned back then when I started to show up injured in my hip.
Thank you. Then, I remember you showing up injured, and how it stopped your
running career. I related to your hurt. You ran for me.
Today I know you help with the Special Olympics. You have had a rich life
of traveling and you have a wonderful wife.
Thanks for listening and cheerleading for me on Sunday, Glenn.
Thanks for living so close to me in San Diego.
That matters in a world so broken in friendship and neighborhoods.
We can turn a lot of things around now.
We are the age of doing something for the world.
Thank you for liking my ideas about how we can create the Class of '65 as
a Group that stays in touch.
We are all of the age now when we can give something to the world.
The day is started to get away.
I will rest now, and be grateful for what I have taken time to write.
There is a big dark forest that I have been walking through.
You Glenn, told me Sunday that you overcame your injury.
I have overcome mine too in many ways.
You came back alive.
I appreciate that you affirmed on Sunday that this is my life to
really come alive in new ways.
Your Enchanted Gardener,'
Leslie
Image:
Left is Ira, right is Glenn
This is where you will find the story of my 30th High School ReUnion
that begins this series about a Radical Healing surrounding my 40th ReUnion:
http://curezone.com/blogs/m.asp?f=92&i=120
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