No, I definitely don't, I answered -- and this is a problem too. I am not sure whether there is something I am "supposed" to be understanding that I simply don't. What if I "miss" it?
"The only question any of us needs to ask," replied Mabel, "is: 'am I cleaning enough?'" People only come to us, both she and Dr. Hew Len have said, to give us another chance to make amends and set them free.
What an amazing possibility, I thought. What if, in the midst of what looks to me like a mess, this is instead an exciting opportunity to let go of things that have been plaguing my family, relatives, and ancestors for generations?
"You can give permission to God in you to take care of your parents," she said, "or you can worry and God is going to love you anyway. You can say to God, 'I want what's best for everybody, but I don't know the solution.' God is waiting for you to give permission for Him to help."
Only God in us can transmute memories. That is getting to the problems' source. Everything else is simply managing, playing in the land of the intellect and seeming outer effects. Cleaning needs to be constant.
I got worried, of course, about this. What if, in my attempts to clean, worries creep back in? Will this negate any potential good I have done?
"No," said Mabel. "Not as along as you are doing your best. God is watching you."
She reminded us all that we can use the glass of water tool as a reminder for times when we "slip" and worry rather than clean.
For this, fill a glass of water 3/4 full, and maybe put a little blue corn meal in the glass. Leave it out. Change the water at least twice a day, but as often as you notice yourself worrying or suffering again. It's like saying to God, "I am giving you permission to transmute whatever is going on in me that this situation is showing up" -- even when you aren't consciously thinking about it. None of us cleans perfectly.
Ceeport stickers, pins, and other products are also ways to keep this cleaning going in difficult situations. But the glass of water is free. :-)
Peace Begins with Me,