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Dr. Hew Len often reminds us that the essence of Self-Identity through Ho'oponopono is knowing who we really are. Without this knowledge, we're sunk.
So it was especially interesting to receive an email from someone asking (among other questions and assertions), "Who are you anyway?"
Many of us have been asked similar questions, perhaps by parents or others disturbed by our behavior. The tone suggests we are impertinent and uppity somehow. This "Who do you think you are?" [to be doing/thinking/saying whatever we're doing, thinking or saying] is meant to shame or silence us.
Such questions also present wonderful opportunities to remember who we really are: spiritual beings created in the exact likeness of God. But as Dr. Hew Len relates, we are also often "spiritual beings talking [and thinking and doing!] trash."
According to Ho'oponopono, we are -- all of us! -- perfect in spirit; nothing lacking, nothing that needs to be "fixed". We also come in with memories, data, or "garbage" covering Divinity's light in us. Our life's work is to let this garbage go; as we do, we again experience the peaceful "zero" state in which we were created.
Being our Selves first -- getting back to "zero" -- is extremely important. Only then do we experience the presence of God. As Dr. Hew Len says in the book Zero Limits (pg 51):
"You cannot be denied anything that is perfect, whole, complete, and right for you when you are your Self first. Being your Self first you automatically experience perfection in the way of Divine Thoughts, Words, Deeds, and Actions. Allowing your toxic thoughts to be first, you automatically experience imperfection in the way of disease, confusion, resentment, depression, judgement, and poverty."
So being asked "Who are you anyway?" opened a door for me. It allowed me to remember the prayer I read every morning on waking, and at the start of each day in the office. Part of the Ho'oponopono manual distributed by the Foundation of I, it's also available on internet, and is read at the beginning of all Mabel Katz's teleconference calls:
"I" come forth from the void into light,
"I" am the breath that nurtures life,
"I" am that emptiness, that hollowness beyond all consciousness,
The "I", the Id, the All.
"I" draw my bow of rainbows across the waters,
The continuum of minds with matters
"I" am the incoming and outgoing of breath,
The invisible, untouchable breeze,
The undefinable atom of creation.
"I" am the "I".
For me, this says it all -- and yet, it does not encompass all we are. By their very nature, words can only describe concepts in a limited fashion. They are not the thing itself. It's a good start, though . . . . and I am grateful that Morrnah, through her meditations, was able to write it.
May we all become ever more facile at remembering our Self-Identity, Who We Really Are.
Peace Begins with Me,
Monday, November 17, 2008
A psychologist shared about her work with ho'oponopono in patient care. As people talk about their difficulties during their sessions, she inwardly says, "I love you" to whatever arises. Somehow people come to their own healing much more smoothly; also, anything she says while doing this process is more likely to be from Inspiration than from her own conflicts (or "memories"). Work seems easier, and people get well sooner. And though she didn't "intend" a busier practice when she initially started ho'oponopono 3 years ago, things have evolved this way.
Hers wasn't the only story. Another woman spoke about her husband's construction business growing from $50,000 a year to $6,000,000 per year -- as she did her "cleaning" even in a so-called "down" market.
Had I not been there, I would have missed meeting these people who use ho'oponopono in their everyday lives.
Also, I would have missed another wonderful treat not experienced in my previous seminars: Dr. Hew Len playing his ukulele and singing, "You are My Sunshine". Despite the economy, the war in Iraq, the nation's fears, and the LA fires, we all sang along with him. It was one way of caring for the inner child in each of us.
Ho'oponopono cleaning doesn't have to be somber, as Dr. Hew Len illustrated. Just like a ukulele is tuned before being played, we can tune ourselves through ho'oponopono before our daily activities. The metaphor rings true.
I'm so glad I made the trip -- and may Los Angeles and her people recover soon from those fires too.