Some people maintain that we're in conscious control of our thoughts and reactions, but Ho'oponopono suggests otherwise.
In fact Ho'oponopono posits that we are run by information that is so far unconscious we don't have a clue what's going on. The "information" running us can come from generationally-transmitted memory, or from Divinity as inspiration. We never know which it is.
As a psychiatrist, this intrigues me. Many psychotherapies aim to make the unconscious conscious -- hoping that by so doing, people can gain insight into their emotional troubles. Healing is then possible. Even cognitive behavioral psychotherapy is built on the idea that negative ideas about ourselves [negative self-talk] is what drives our sour emotions. Yecchy, self-critical thoughts result in yecchy, depressive emotions and mood states. Interrupt the cycle and you can interrupt the depression.
We hope. :-)
A recent experience showed me how clueless my conscious intellect is, and how rapidly my unconscious can take over.
One balmy Phoenix evening this last week, I was leaving my friends' home after a visit. We were still on their front porch, in lingering conversation -- the front door wide open. We were relaxed, feeling good. Two of the men had walked out ahead of us.
Suddenly down by my left ankle I heard a high-frequency rattle (or a sprinkler going off, if you were one of the guys). Immediately my insides went cold, all senses alert. "DANGER!" cried my adrenals, before anything even registered in my mind.
In a split second, my body sprang off the front porch, every muscle focused on escape. "Shut the door!" I yelled to my friend. She slammed it hard, not exactly knowing what I was screaming about. Mentally, I didn't know either.
Safely away from the sound, my brain kicked in that it was a rattlesnake . . . shown in the photo above. Of course, this was taken safely from the front, not within a foot of the creature where our legs had been.
The men ahead of us thought the sound was water, or sprinklers going off. To them, we must be getting wet -- otherwise why would we be jumping around like that?
How funny that THEIR memories framed what they saw as "sprinklers going off, women getting drenched." And mine, seemingly, were full of reptilian threats and the instinctive need to MOVE.
There is no reasoning to what happened. I stood out on the sidewalk taking things in, amazed at how rapidly all had transpired. I wondered how my friend's husband, now standing in his front yard, would get back into his house. (As if there was no longer a back-door entrance -- had ALL my intellectual reasoning vaporized? Yes, at least for the moment.)
Maybe my ancestors had more experience with "Snake!" than theirs did, and some of my 11 million bits of unconscious data had me leaping off the porch before anybody said "Boo!" My body made the choice before my brain even thought what to do.
When snakes visit private homes here in Phoenix, the Fire Department will come and help the critters go back to the desert. Thank heavens they could do this, and not hurt the snake. S/he was just looking for a calm place to rest, after all.
This situation of "11 million bits of data" goes on constantly, and there are more computer programs running in me than anyone can ever count. From time to time, some of these come out to be seen, like "SNAKE!" This particular program/memory had me springing to safety . . . but what of all the others that don't?
Time for more cleaning, and humbly realizing Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len really knows what he's talking about. Also, thank you to the rattlesnake for this demonstration of who's really in charge -- surely not my conscious mind!
By the way, according to Animal Speak by Ted Andrews, the rattlesnake is the healer, transformer, and the spirit of life and death. It is not really aggressive, since it will warn before striking. "The rattlesnake," he writes, reminds us to be alert to warnings and to alert others before we strike. . . . And when it appears as a totem or messenger, we can expect opportunity for healing our life and transforming our world."
With that, I leave you to ponder, my dear Ho'oponopono friends.
Peace begins with me,
Pam
There has been a death in my family, and I have been spending time with my father. His wife (my stepmother) has been ill for a long time -- but died in Hospice very recently.
It has been a difficult process for both of them, and for the rest of the family too. Evolution is sometimes like that. Even the beautiful, flowering lotus pictured above is known to grow from mucky origins.
All along, I had been asking Divinity how to best to clean. Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len had also been kind enough to share a cleaning tool with me -- which I have used liberally. It has given me great peace.
For the first few days after his wife of 45 years died, my father wanted no one to come. After all, she wanted no memorial, and he didn't think he needed any help. I spoke with him daily on the phone, and although he called himself "lachrymose," he insisted he was fine.
Despite Ho'oponopono I had struggled with this, not knowing what was correct for me to do. Suddenly one morning I felt guided to make plane reservations; there was no hesitancy, no further questioning. Later that day, my father said it was all right for me to visit.
Through this, I understood what Dr. Hew Len has so often told me: when you clean enough for Divine Inspiration to come through, your next steps appear and you simply take action. No second-guessing or worry to confuse things. I have to say this was the case with me.
The overall family situation has been challenging for us all, yet similar to many other families I've assisted in my work. It's very different when it's your own family needing healing, though.
I wasn't sure what I'd find on arriving, but was clear that Ho'oponopono cleaning was the main thing to do. I care about my father of course, but this process seemed somehow more loving than any other kind of support I could offer. So I came prepared, with my book of Ho'oponopono tools and manuals. I breathed "Ha" many times a day, and talked with my inner child moment to moment. I talked with the house, and with my step-mother's spirit as well.
It turned out that the house had not been physically cleaned in many months either. It asked for help. My stepmother had been at home for part of the time, but unable to maintain household chores. Proud and also mistrustful of others, she wouldn't allow housekeepers in either. My father, and sometimes visiting nurses, attended to her personal needs.
In addition, she'd been hospitalized for the last several months. My father would come home at night, go to bed, wake up, shower, and return to the hospital each morning. Exhausted on all levels, he had no energy to deal with anything but immediate crises. This is the case with many caregivers.
You can imagine that there was plenty of opportunity to clean with vacuums, mops, and rags . . . . along with Ho'oponopono cleaning tools.
And so I did. It seemed the right and perfect thing to do.
My step-brother and his wife came and joined in the process. Their three little kids livened up the energy further; the house resounded with laughter and squealing along with the vacuum's roar. Spider congregations disappeared, and decaying food got launched from the fridge and freezer.
My father seemed to appreciate the company, and even asked me to help him organize the papers that were all over the floor in his office. Usually he wouldn't allow women to do such things, but this time was different. I cleaned with each one, placing it carefully where it belonged. Some he allowed to be shredded or discarded -- a miracle in itself.
Other odd things happened during this visit also.
As background, some of you might recall my writing about "The Lesson of the Pipe Wrench" in this blog a few months ago. A Hawaiian kahuna had recommended I keep a pipe wrench handy with certain family members, in order to disconnect from "sewage pipes" overloading me. He was referring to the old memories and data I share with my family -- all needing to be cleansed and released rather than be flooded by.
Well, I didn't bring a physical pipe wrench during this visit . . . but actual sewage trucks showed up!
One time, my father and I came out of a restaurant to find such a truck pumping its wares from a drain right next to our car. On entering the place, I hadn't noticed this very important drain in the ground, but sure enough there it was. The gentleman doing the work apologized. "I waited to see if whoever owned this car would come out before I started, but then I couldn't wait any longer. Sorry about the smell." I could only laugh inside -- and say "thank you" for the reminder to clean.
Driving the next day, I somehow got directly behind sewage truck #2. Thankfully, it didn't leak! Then 2 days later, I stopped to put gas in the car. Noticing a familiar stench in the hot summer air, I looked up to find . . . . you guessed it! Sewage truck # 3, doing its deed.
Those kahunas know what they're talking about. :-)
In all of this, I noticed a feeling of deep peace -- despite these stressful, painful circumstances. My father and I had some very frank discussions about previous events, but nobody got mad. I cleaned during each of these talks, both while listening and also so that whatever I might say in response could come from inspiration rather than from memory. Though I'm far from perfect at this, there seemed better alignment than in other conversations I've had with him about similar things.
My stepmother is free of her suffering now, and we are all thankful for that. Yet we as a family face many more decisions in the months to come. Ho'oponopono is helping me show up and do what's needed so far. Without it, I would only add to the memory pile, rather than letting them go. It is tedious at times, and yet I know deep inside it's mine to do.
I am grateful.
Peace begins with me,
Pam
The other day I received some alarming evidence of my own lack of clarity. It came in a friendly email, for which I am grateful.
But the author went on to show me how I had apparently been unclear in my blog posts, or he would never have written me.
After cleaning by myself for some time, I felt inspired to ask several other Ho'oponopono colleagues to join me. They graciously did.
What had happened? The friendly person invited me to join his newly formed web site which cleans on behalf of its members, who pay a monthly fee for this service. He explained:
"I teach and practice [a type of energy therapy] and Ho’oponopono. A couple of weeks ago my partner was watching Hew Len and got the idea that we should start a private members site to clean on behalf of the membership. It has been profound for us and our members. You have probably heard Dr Len talk about the gift of Ho’oponopono to “therapists”. People are attracted to your services because you are cleaning and growing in clarity. They come to you and you clean on their problems as they become your gifts. [my emphasis] They find more clarity and peace and they pay you. This is exactly what is happening at our private members site called [name omitted]."
The site says this:
"Do you feel like you don't have the time to think about how to clear up your problems, fix what's wrong in your life or practice the practices you think you should practice in order to find relief from problem/challenges regarding your health, relationships and money?
What if we pledged to do that on your behalf, 7 days a week?
This service provides the opportunity for you to send us your data and we will clean on it . . . . We are responsible to clean on EVERYTHING that comes into our awareness. You would provide us service by sending us your problems so we can clean on them. As we transmute your issues/problems within us, they also will be transmuted in you and all those who share these memories."
Please understand that I'm grateful for the message and the invitation, as these allow me to clean. But I'm deeply sorry that I've inadvertently misled anyone about my own cleaning process either in my clinical work or other parts of my life. I watched the same [Zero Limits III] videos these people watched, and did not get the same impression they now seem [in my limited consciousness] to be acting on.
So I'm cleaning, cleaning, cleaning on all this confusion in me.
I'm sorry also for whatever is going on in me that shows up as someone feeling s/he should clean "for" anyone else. Ho'oponopono teaches us that whatever seems to present TO us is IN us, period.
It is only our misperceptions of others that need cleaning, not any "problem" we think others might have. Our thinking that the problem is outside us in the first place is part of the data showing up at that time.
But naturally, we never know for sure what all we're cleaning. We might THINK we know, and we'd be wrong.
Divinity is also the only one who can transmute -- not any other human. Dr. Hew Len is fond of asking, "Who's in Charge?" and reiterating time and again it's Divinity, not us. He asked me one time whether I would rather allow Divinity to help others, or try to do it myself? Would I rather stand in the way with my assumptions and opinions, or allow Divinity to provide what is right and perfect?
He's no shrinking violet. I love that he was so direct!
Even at Hawaii State Hospital, he was never cleaning "on" others. He always said he was cleaning with his own erroneous perceptions. He worked there only part-time, but the cleaning was basically a full-time job. He would do it before he went there, while he was on site with the patients' charts (never actually seeing anyone in therapy), and more after he left.
Dr. Hew Len wrote me:
"the cosmos runs on information pam, either inspiration from the I or memories in the subconscious. mind experiences information about a person, place, or situation, not the person, place or situation itself, and therefore the conscious mind is truly clueless.
'look at yourself,' morrnah would repeatedly say."
I mean no unkindness to some who might feel this cleaning service is exactly what they need, or to the ones who have formed it. I only mean to clarify what I have shared so poorly.
I humbly ask forgiveness, and hope I'm clearer now.
Peace begins with me,
Pam
"Be kind whenever possible. It is always possible."Tenzin Gyatso, 14th Dalai Lama of Tibet
There are times when kindness is the only thing that makes sense. Perhaps this recognition dawns on us once we have lost enough in our lives -- relationships, jobs, pets, health, possessions, anything we value -- to connect with other beings experiencing the same.
Once there, life is never the same again.
It's like your heart is broken open, and no self-righteous stance holds any longer. There is only marveling at the diversity of life, the variety of human and other kinds of suffering, and offering of ourselves where we can.
As a doctor, I see and hear a lot. As a homeopath, I have the chance to listen even more deeply than I could when practicing conventional psychiatry alone. From this quiet place within, I simply allow the other to be as s/he is. We gently track and find what needs healing. It gradually shows itself.
I, too, have a homeopath who does this for me -- even when I'm talking absolute nonsense. Like most other humans, this is frequent. He simply observes, following the trail I leave. And although not pushing, he misses nothing. Sometimes what I find at the bottom embarrasses me. It's a state that is "not me", yet has been with me 24/7 for a very long time. How my homeopath stands me at times I do not know.
"It isn't really you I'm talking to anyway, Pam," he says. "Actually Pam can stay in the car, because she's just fine. It's your disease I need to hear from, and let it self-excavate itself so we can see how it is."
This attentiveness on his part is definitely kindness. But it's not the type that says, "Oh, you poor thing; let me make it all better."
Instead it says, "Let's understand your particular suffering and how it saps your life. I'm observing every gesture you make, and hearing every word you utter. It all comes together to show what's out of tune in you. Once we see this, can we encourage your own life force to take the reins once more -- rather than this mindless, reactionary thing inside that seems to live you you at times?"
He simply employs his skillful compassion -- and the remedies (homeopathic medicines) that come from this understanding -- the best that he can. I am responding by gradual -- yet to me amazing -- growth. There is also quieting of what was a hypersensitive, easily insulted or slighted, being inside.
Once we see that we're really run by information, data, "memories", etc rather than our conscious minds, we can also understand that everyone else is run by this also. A certain forgiveness comes; things said by others don't have to be experienced as personal attacks any longer. For me this has a deeply freeing and mitigating effect. Of course I will get out of the way where I need to, but my armor doesn't need to be "up" all the time. Relief.
Ho'oponopono helps me listen to others in the same unperturbable, focused way I have been listened to. In being heard that way, I somehow get quiet enough to heal myself. All of us can do this, when attended to carefully enough. I hope my patients experience this with me. As I become less scattered and more able to see and hear, the more I'm able to attend to others in a neutral yet ruthless way.
I want my homeopath to be ruthless with me too. This is the ultimate kindness he can offer -- by exposing the masks I wear but really do not "need". It seems to come naturally to him, and I'm grateful. Well, mostly. :-)
In my own practice with others, Ho'oponopono keeps me balanced, firm, and collected as I go about my life and work. It opens my heart to others, but also quiets me enough so my eyes can see. Perceiving clearly, I can ruthlessly follow the person's sensitivity trail to what is unbalanced or "stuck". Were I lost in my own delusional song, I would be befuddled and of no help to anyone.
It's curious that homeopathy posits an "other song" that runs our lives, and which can be quieted through skillful application of a remedy -- while Ho'oponopono posits "memories" or "data" which Divinity can transmute. They may be connected, I don't know. The attitude one needs to be effective is the same in both, though. Kamailelauli'I, President of IZI LLC,
once told me on a phone call that to be of service in Ho'oponopono cleaning, our attitude needs to be very firm. It isn't a place for pity or sympathy, no matter how the person suffers.
This sounded cold at first, and then I realized she and Morrnah were right. Unless we're very careful, it's easy to get lost in the agonizing stories humans tell. If we do this, we are completely lost -- the same way I have sometimes been in my homeopathy cases if I lose the trail.
Uncannily, this ruthless clear sightedness allows us to also see that we're all swimming in the same memory soup . . . leading directly back to simple compassion and kindness for us all.
I still marvel -- consistent Ho'oponopono cleaning is definitely not for wimps. And yet, it's the kindest, most compassionate thing we can do when anyone in our lives is suffering.
Peace begins with me,
Pam
Ho'oponopono is an ancient Hawaiian method of problem solving, stress release, and making things right. It can help us no matter how resentful, angry, hurt, frightened, or righteously indignant we might be feeling.
Historically, doing Ho'oponopono required all people involved in a conflict to be present -- along with a moderator (usually an elder) who would also offer prayers at appropriate times. The process was a ceremony aimed at resolving differences and restoring harmony.
Morrnah Simeona was a Kahuna Lapa'au (Hawaiian healer employing prayer, herbs, love [aloha] and touch to restore health to ailing people) who updated this ancient process for modern times. This became Self-Identity Through Ho'oponopono (SITH), as now taught by Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len and others all over the world.
Morrnah's SITH process allows each of us to work with Divinity within, rather than physically bringing together everyone with whom we might be having trouble. Ho'oponopono sees any "problems" we might be experiencing as faulty memories or data anyway . . . and any of this can be cleared.
As Morrnah said, "We can appeal to Divinity who knows our personal blueprint, for healing of all thoughts and memories that are holding us back at this time."
I do not understand how this process "works" in terms of physics, principles of non-locality, or anything else. But over the last several years -- and particularly in the last few months with a most challenging situation -- I've had personal experience that it does.
I have previously written about my distress over a family member's long-term health and addiction problems. As these have progressed, the entire family has been through chaos and discord -- with the pain being so deep, some have refused to speak to each other. There have been excuses, lies, blame, loud cries of injustice, and real fear for the future. All in my family have been wounded by this person's behavior, as well as whoever has enabled it.
My own personal cauldron of fury and helplessness has seemed to continue bubbling, despite all the Ho'oponopono cleaning I could muster.
Many times over this period, I've been grateful for help from Dr. Hew Len and Mabel Katz. My voice is on many of Mabel's teleseminars, with both she and Dr. Hew Len offering cleaning suggestions. The calls themselves are opportunities to clean with ALL things raised by ANYONE, not just our own situations . . . . so hopefully others have benefited as well. As Dr. Hew Len and Mabel say, "Whatever comes off of us, comes off of everyone else too."
Back in February-March of this year, weird things started happening in my house. Lights and fans were going "on" without anyone hitting the switch to make them do that. Things started coming out of kitchen drawers and ending up on the floor, when I hadn't put them there. Really, I would be sitting in my family room and the ceiling fan would suddenly start whirring overhead. Or I would leave the room and come back, noticing that the ceiling light had come on in my absence.
It was spooky.
In fact, these events were eerie reminders of Dr. Hew Len's experience at Hawaii State Hospital -- when showers would go on and toilets would flush with no one in or on them.
Though he is very busy and I hesitated to bother him, I finally asked Dr. Hew Len for a cleaning tool I might use in this escalating situation with my family. He wrote back with one, which because it is unique to me, I will not share here. I thanked him profusely and have used it A LOT over the past few months, along with my other cleaning practices. (glass of water, drinking blue solar water, breathing HA, etc).
My family member got sicker and more addicted, with even more distress resulting in the one trying to take care of/control her. Many hospitalizations later, she was found to have a growing lung mass -- which she didn't want diagnosed fully or treated. This is her right, of course.
Whenever worry, anger, hurt, or whatever would rise up in me, I would keep cleaning with Ho'oponopono, especially my particular "tool". Any of us can ask Divinity for such tools on our own -- but I felt overwhelmed at the time. I cannot fully convey the depth of this suffering; I felt so torn about what I should "do" or "not do", it seemed like I was sinking.
But a couple of weeks ago I noticed a very strange thing. Where for years I had been so full of rage, shame, guilt, and a multitude of other painful emotions about and towards this family member, all of this was simply and inexplicably gone. Vanished. Poof!
I have no idea where it went -- but it's not in my experience anymore.
I was able to collect my wits, and connect with family members who had all seemed to go their separate ways. There was no longer need for drama, blame, righteousness, or reference to the past. My actively ill family member is now in Hospice, receiving the care she needs until the end. Where I was so contorted with my own misery before, I am able to respond in the moment and from the heart. It's not that previous painful things did not happen -- but it's more that my emotional charge about them has left. I see the suffering, but am not wallowing in it. I feel compassion and care, but not pity or further need to self-justify.
I do what comes naturally in response to what seems needed -- and this to me feels like inspiration coming through. It feels authentic, unconflicted, and clear -- a huge difference from before.
I offer this follow-up in case anyone ever wonders whether Ho'oponopono "works". The biggest thing it has changed, though, is ME -- and this is exactly what needed changing the most.
"It's only about persistent nonstop cleaning," said Dr. Hew Len. "We don't experience [others] directly; we experience them as memories replaying. SITH is a simple process of petitioning Divine Creator to release the memories through repentance, forgiveness, and transmutation."
I am grateful.
Peace begins with me,
Pam
Many people wonder what "inspiration" really is, even though Ho'oponopono mentions it frequently. When we allow Divinity to transmute to zero whatever we're experiencing as problems, Divine Inspiration can supposedly come through. This may show up in all kinds of ways.I've often asked Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len about this myself, wondering how -- in the course of Ho'oponopono cleaning -- we can "know" when we're inspired. After all, we might experience peaceful feelings, urges to call certain people, or some other thing. How to differentiate our own inner ego (conscious mind) talking, from the urges of Divine Inspiration? Dr. Hew Len has often answered, "If you have to ask whether you're inspired, you're not." :-)
It sounds glib, but it's really not.There's a big difference between trying to obsessively plan out an idea that sounds good, and moving forward with something that arises naturally from within. The first example can be full of anxiety, anguish, and "what ifs". There might be procrastination and paralyzing fear.
The second kind of "idea" stirs from within -- and as it bubbles to the surface, first steps towards its realization show up. There is no hesitation, worrying, or endlessly asking "should I?" More steps appear, and we simply do them. Dr. Hew Len has talked about things you just "do" automatically. Work is definitely involved, but it doesn't feel burdensome like the first type can. And you don't have to know all the steps -- or even the final outcome -- to begin.
In this way, he reminds me of a Hawaiian Yoda: "Do or do not. There is no try."
The brown pelican accompanying today's blog post was painted by an inspired 11-year-old girl, Olivia Bouler, from Long Island, New York. A bird lover and artist for many years, she was heartbroken when the recent BP oil spill polluted the Gulf of Mexico. She and her parents had often visited Orange Beach on the Alabama coast; Olivia learned about all the birds who live there. Long before the oil spill, she had already decided she wants to be an ornithologist. Pretty amazing for one so young.
Well, Olivia wanted to do something to help her feathered friends who were stuck in the oily mess. "A lot of people just want to sit there and say, 'Oh, it'll be fine, BP will do it,"
she said. "But that's not going to happen. BP made a huge mistake and I want to make up for that mistake."
So she started putting her talent to work: drawing pictures of birds that people might buy, and sending the donations to the National Audubon Society.
Things started out slow . . . but so far Olivia has created 150 bird paintings. The project quickly evolved into something much larger when AOL joined in the effort, giving Olivia her own AOL Artist page. If you donate to Audubon's Gulf oil spill cleanup efforts, you can receive one of Olivia's beautiful pieces. After she's drawn 500, donors will receive prints -- and she's well on her way.
Olivia and her paintings have raised $100,000 to help clean up oiled birds thus far. Who would ever have dreamed of this, starting out? She didn't think twice about it . . . she just did it. And she's still doing it. This evening she was even featured on Katie Couric's CBS News.
To me this is inspiration, and it touches my heart. It's also some major, major cleaning. Are YOU listening to your own inspirations, like Olivia did hers?
Thank you Olivia, for showing us your courage and your talent. And thank you for helping all our bird friends in your very special way.
Peace begins with me,
Pam
Mother Earth is bleeding.
The above photo has been widely published, showing the rupture of a BP oil well pipe 5000 feet deep in the Gulf of Mexico. From this wound gushes live, liquid, and pressurized crude oil into the ocean above.
I can't help likening it to hitting a major vessel in an accident or surgery -- I have seen this too many times in my career not to be triggered this way. But with human patients, bleeding eventually stops. Either doctors can repair the injury, or the patient bleeds completely out.
In comparison, Mother Earth shows no sign of stopping her bleeding. It continues billowing forth, despite multiple attempts to shut off or cap the broken pipe.
Ever since the Deepwater Horizon oil rig exploded and burned several weeks ago, many sources have spewed as many estimates of "how much" oil is actually gushing into the water.
Eleven men died in the disaster, whose story becomes more graphic and painful with time.
I have watched this news evolve, and wept as the oil flows closer to shore -- threatening all kinds of wildlife and human livelihood too. I am simultaneously mesmerized and heartsick at the videos of the wound itself, the brown liquid clouding up as if issuing from a vital, pulsing organ.
I believe it is.
Oil like this is made of the bodies of countless carbon-containing beings -- small plankton, and maybe even parts of dinosaurs -- laid down, compressed, reconfigured, and stored for eons. All this takes at least 150,000,000 years to become crude oil, and is a non-renewable resource.
What I see flowing from that pipe is billions upon billions of wayward memories released from their holding zone . . . . and lots of Ho'oponopono cleaning to do.
I have only to look in the garage at my car for confirmation that my own memories are part of this mess. So I'm taking 100% responsibility for them, even though I don't know consciously what they are. I'm thanking Divinity for the opportunity to clean. Each time I feel shock at yet another layer of truth revealed in this disaster, I keep saying "Hawaii" (the water and the breath of God) and "Ice Blue". These aren't the "only" ways to clean with this oil spill, but these cleaning tools came to me so I'm working with them.
Also I'm making and drinking lots of Blue Solar Water to help clean memories in me that I can't consciously know about or access.
This special water is very simple to make at home, using a blue glass bottle with any kind of cap except metal. Just fill it up with tap water (or use your filtered water if you prefer) and place in the sun for 15 minutes to an hour. With one of my bottles, I put saran wrap on the top while it's "solarizing", and then use the metal cap again once this is complete. Inspiration can tell you how long is just right for you. Then put the bottle in the refrigerator, and enjoy!
Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len often reminds us that even one drop of this water can "solarize" many bottles of water. But it tastes so sweet and good that I love to drink it straight. Also, running out gives me more opportunities to go enjoy my yard while setting those blue bottles in the sun. :-)
I don't know "why" Mother Earth is bleeding right now. I only know it's in my experience, so it's mine to clean with. As Dr. Hew Len puts it:
SITH (Self-Identity Through Ho'oponopono) is only about letting go and letting God release memories replaying in our souls that we re-experience as spiritual, mental, physical, material and financial woes and problems.
Only Divinity who created each of us can solve our problems. Only Divinity can inspire our minds to experience perfect and right relationships, sources of wealth and peace beyond comprehension.
Thank you for cleaning. Your cleaning is a salvation to all.
I am grateful.
Peace Begins with Me,
Pam
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