Mana for the Doctor's Soul

"This is the true joy in life -- the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances, complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy." ~ George Bernard Shaw The feeling of not knowing one's purpose in life is painful, yet extraordinarily common. We long to be touched by the Divine, to be shown what we are here to do. People may experience confusion about this for years, never quite feeling at home in their lives or work. So we sign up for the next seminar, the next teacher, the next process promising to deliver enlightenment. Perhaps the answers will be in the handouts, or the guru will tell us directly. Different from many other practices, Ho'oponopono encourages seeking such answers from within. However, we won't hear them if we're lost in our "ailments and grievances, complaining that the world will not devote its

Mabel Katz read a story on her Ho'oponopono phone call a couple of nights ago -- and I was surprised to hear my name as she was speaking. It seems I had sent the tale to her nearly a year ago, and forgot having done so. That's how easily we can forget to clean. :-) Here's what Mabel read: Once upon a time there was a bunch of tiny frogs who arranged a climbing competition. The goal was to reach the top of a very high tower. A big crowd had gathered around the tower to see the race and cheer on the contestants. The race began. Honestly, no one in the crowd really believed that the tiny frogs would reach the top of the tower. You heard statements such as: "Oh, WAY too difficult!" "They will NEVER make it to the top." Or: "Not a chance that they will succeed. The tower is too high!" The tiny frogs began collapsing -- one by one except for those who in a fresh tempo, were climbing higher and higher. The crowd continued to yell, "It's too

Many viewing this picture will recognize Simba, the crown prince in the box-office hit, The Lion King . But during part of the film, Simba doesn't recognize himself. In fact, he forgets who he really is. This is one of the most poignant parts of the story, and maybe one we can all identify with. Simba is loveable, colorful, and often distracted from his path by others. I often forget who I really am, also. I don't mean in terms of impending Alzheimer's, but more in terms of forgetting my spiritual essence. I get lost in needing to be right, solving problems (trying to do it on my own, of course), and rehashing conflict rather than letting it go. The first lesson in Ho'oponopono is learning who we really are, though: a perfect creation of God. All is well with this until we start heaping tangled-up memories on top. In fact in Ho'oponopono, the main goal of life is to experience who we really are through taking 100% responsibility and cleaning with whatever data sho