Thursday, December 23, 2010

"It's Not Out There" -- Morrnah Nalamaku Simeona


Many people are traveling for the holidays, especially on airplanes.  Someone spoke with me the other day about her fear of flying, which was intense enough to sideline her from certain trips. 

She shared that for her, the worst part of this is "turbulence".  She couldn't stand the feeling of inner lurching, seeing things fly off seat trays, and flight attendants grabbing onto seats to walk.  Even the potential for this was too much to risk.

I remembered a story that Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len told about his own travels with Morrnah Simeona, the Kahuna Lapa'au who updated Ho'oponopono for modern times.  Morrnah taught all over the world, including at medical centers and the United Nations 3 times.  For her expertise in Hawaiian language and culture, the Hawaii State Legislature and the Hongwanji Mission of Honolulu  named her a "Living Treasure of Hawaii." 

Anyway, Dr. Hew Len worked and traveled with Morrnah for about 10 years before her death in 1992. 

They would always do their Ho'oponopono cleaning before and during their trips.  But on one of their flights, the plane hit turbulence, lurching up and down.  Instinctively, Dr. Hew Len looked out the window.  "I don't know what I thought I would see, but I looked anyway," he said.

Sitting next to him, Morrnah had appeared to be asleep (as she often did).  But she softly said to him, "It's not out there."

Huh? 

Dr. Hew Len realized that she meant the TURBULENCE was not "out there" -- it was IN HERE.  The air turbulence on the flight, like any other potential "problem" we might encounter, was simply memories within -- showing up for release.  On the flight they could look out the window for something else to blame, or take 100% responsibility for their experience, and clean.

They picked option #2, and the turbulence soon disappeared.

Lots of us are walking around all the time with inner turbulence. For the least seeming impertinence, we snap at each other.  We shove and jostle our way in lines, cutting off others so we can be "first".  We get surly with airline workers at the check-in areas.  It all happens in a split second, unconsciously -- no thought, just lizard-brain activity. 


What if we cleaned instead -- BEFORE and during our travels?  What if we simply said "thank you" at each juncture, at each step of the journey?  What if we said (maybe silently) "thank you" to the plane, the seats we're in?  What if we really took responsibility, and -- through Ho'oponopono as well as literally -- cleaned up our places before disembarking?

What if Dr. Hew Len is correct, and "If you could see what happens every time you clean, you would never, ever stop?"

I'm taking him up on that, including when people talk to me about their fear of flying and turbulence.  What about you?

Peace (and safe travels) begins with me,

Pam

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Ho'oponopono: Healing Balm for Fearful Souls


I have a story to tell.  It's been brewing for several weeks.  

Many of you have written me with questions about whether Ho'oponopono really "works", and how we can tell.  I've heard similar questions on conference calls and live seminars also.  

Usually Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len breaks out laughing when we ask such questions, because it's impossible to know at any one moment whether we're being run by "data", or by Inspiration.  The best we can do is "just clean", and know that if we do that, all falls into place as it should.  Mabel Katz often says that we usually only "know" when looking back.

Despite this, it's human nature to get a little impatient sometimes. 

Anyway . . . the story.  Please bear with me.  I share the many steps so you can walk along with me.  

I've been dealing with a large government institution that manages some of my savings from many years' work as medical school faculty.  I had applied for a disbursement on the phone with a company counselor, as required.  And of course, Ho'oponopono cleaning with "thank you" all the while, as well as using the 3/4 full glass of water. 

The process got off to a challenging start, as the man kept changing figures and seemed confused about what forms were needed.  But he ultimately sent several which I could download from the web site, fill out, and return.  Only original forms were acceptable -- no faxes.  But supposedly once returned, I could receive my money in 3-5 business days.   

I did as instructed, and mailed everything back immediately.  Thank you, thank you.  I love you.

Then I attended a several day conference, during which I remembered that the financial company's original time estimate had passed by ~1 week.  So I called during a break.

After waiting in "queue" for ~30 minutes, counselor #2 answered.  I was irritated about waiting so long.  He checked into my case, and informed me that my packet was missing a necessary form that the University required.  My application could not be processed without this, and all my work would be null and void if their receiving this from me took longer than 10 days total from the time we started all this.   Ach!!!

It turned out that counselor #1 had not included this missing form in those he initially sent me.  Counselor # 2 didn't believe me at first, and went back to check on what they'd sent me.  Discovering I was correct, he apologized and said that the company had snail-mailed a copy to me.  I asked him if the company had included an address to return it to?  Should it go to them, or to the University?  He really wasn't sure.  "There's an address in the middle of a paragraph, and that's probably where it goes."  Okay . . . .

I was upset, but still cleaning.  I would not be home for several days to get to the form, which they refused to email or place in their web site "message" area as they had the other forms.  Had they done this, I could have accessed the new form from where I was.   Instead, the clock continued to tick.


Arriving home, I found the nearly indecipherable form -- along with a letter saying the company could not act on my instructions because my request was "incomplete".  It also told me to return the form "in the enclosed envelope."  No envelope came with the mailing.  Thank you . . .  grrrr . . . . thank you.
 
Frustrated, concerned about my bank account, and also fearful that I would have to re-do the whole process because of elapsed time,  I called the company again.  The queue was 25 minutes -- and I kept cleaning while trying to understand the form with its miniscule print.  Thank you . . . . flypaper . . . . thank you. 

While waiting, I checked through more mail that had come while I was gone.  A letter from Aetna was there -- saying that it planned to increase my health insurance premium in January.  Egad!  I was already tense about money, and here was an added, unexpected expense.  How could I pay for this too?  Thank you . . . hot chocolate . . . need Divinity now . . . :-)


Ultimately, on came counselor #3 -- a friendly-sounding man who apologized for the wait.  I explained my situation, and he read notes left by the other 2.  Could he help me fill out this form, which the University apparently needed -- and could he tell me where to mail it?

Um . . . . no.   Those are University forms.  Their company, though it manages funds for them, does not keep up with University forms.  However, the form is definitely required before any of my own money can come to me.  

After multiple questions, and multiple times placing me "on hold", he eventually found a name and phone number I could call at the medical school, to ask my questions.  (Including where to send the form.)  Thank you . . . grrr . . . thank you.

And, oh by the way -- the company will not be able to do an automatic deposit because my voided check does not list my full name.  "It will take 5-7 more days to mail the amount to you, once we receive what we need," he said.


By now I was very tired, almost despairing.  But I called the number, and asked for the name I'd been given.  A pleasant woman answered -- telling me this person had been retired since March.  Yikes!!  My heart sank further. Was there no end to this torture?

I explained my situation again, and asked if there might be someone there who could help me?  The same woman said, "I can. I am doing the job she was."  Eureka!  I thought.   "But I have a question to ask you first," she said.  Uh-oh.  I felt myself clench.  Thank you . . . . flypaper . . . light switch . . .

"Would you like to apply for the health insurance?"

"What health insurance?"  I asked.

"The health insurance you're entitled to, because you're vested with this system," she replied.  "All it requires is setting aside a small amount of your funds in an annuity, for a minimum monthly disbursement.  Then you can be included in our group coverage.  We have a liaison with that [financial] company who can tell you exactly what to do."

"I can do that?  Even though I don't live in North Carolina any longer?"


"Oh, yes," she said.  We have all kinds of faculty who've retired from our system, and they live all over the US.  They have our health insurance, and you can too.  It is also free for the rest of your life."

Oh. My. G_d. 

Had I not been through what felt like purgatory, my path would never have led to this Human Resources office or this very helpful woman.  I would never have known about this provision -- a Divine Provision, I think -- right when I agonized about paying the higher health insurance premium.

Within 5 minutes, she got me through the form, gave me the correct address for both mail and fax, AND got me the cell phone of the aforementioned university liaison.   She immediately emailed me the health insurance forms, and explained them to me.  Thank you!!  Thank you!!

I felt "bathed in healing balm", as one of my patients once described.  Immense gratitude, far deeper than even "Thank you" can communicate, still floods me about this -- and I marvel at Divinity's ways.  I feel humbled, just what I needed.  There I had been, all puffed up and indignant about jumping through so many hoops for money I had worked hard for -- and all the while, Divinity was preparing my way.  I was being given opportunity after opportunity to clean with each of these people, and probably countless others  behind the scenes.


Ho'oponopono keeps me in partnership with Divinity, rather than thinking I know how things "ought" to turn out.  And so, it "works" for me.  Of course I slip sometimes (okay, a lot of times).  But this situation was like thinking everybody forgot your birthday, and suddenly everyone you love shows up with smiles on their faces, bringing you a party. 

An ancient Hawaiian saying goes like this:  "Give thanks for unknown blessings already on their way."  I know this for sure, now -- deep in my heart.  As Mabel says, "You never know where it's going to come from.  Just clean."  Thank you, dear Divinity, for loving me even when I slip.    

Peace begins with me,
Pam 

Saturday, November 27, 2010

An Open-Hearted "Thank You" Package, Wrapped in Pink with a Bow

 "Let the beauty of what you love, be what you do." ~ Rumi

There are many ways to say "thank you".  

Shown here in her pink finery is 7-month old Sienna Hoagland, who recently received a precious gift at St. Joseph's Hospital here in Phoenix: a new heart, just in time for Thanksgiving.

Holding her is her mother Stephanie Provencio, and Dr. Stephen Pophal is in eye-and-finger lock.  St. Joseph's pediatric heart transplant program only started this year . . . and Sienna received its first successful transplant.  The gift was possible because of a selfless decision by parents in another state.

Born with a cardiomyopathy, Sienna needed a pacemaker because her heart would only beat 50 times a minute -- far from the more normal 120 in babies like her.  Unfortunately,  pacemakers did not work as hoped. Sienna would not be alive today without the donated heart; it is rare for such a tiny organ to be made available.

See how Sienna gazes at Dr. Pophal in this photo?  Isn't her entire being a "thank you"?  And she can't even speak words!

How is it that such heartache for one set of parents, can bloom into new life in another?

I marvel at the whole process, and at this beautiful little girl who now flourishes, smiles, and learns to drink from a bottle.  She embodies "thank you" for me.


"Thank you", of course, is a wonderful Ho'oponopono cleaning tool on its own -- and very easy to use. 

We can say "thank you" for everything and everyone that comes our way -- no matter what these might seem to be.  Like all other cleaning tools, "thank you" starts the process of repentance, forgiveness, and transmutation of all memories by Divinity.  It is like the "delete" key on our computer, and our using it automatically gives Divinity permission to help us by clearing what ails us. 

Being around Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len, I am always amazed by how often he says "thank you" --  at every seeming opportunity, to everyone who speaks to him, it seems.   You cannot thank him without his thanking you back.  I have tried.   Almost always you will hear, "Oh no, thank YOU!"  It warms my heart.

So I'm practicing with more "thank you" in my own life, including when people seem to offer criticism or other painful [to me] comments.  Why should I be bothered anyway?  After all, people are only bringing me opportunities to clean -- of course I should be grateful!! 

I'm working on remembering this more often, so that my ego won't have to be in charge so much.  (It isn't in charge anyway, no matter how much we think it is!)

Saying "thank you" comes more easily for me when I think of little Sienna, whose eyes communicate far more than words ever can.  Maybe our own inner children have eyes like hers, and are wondering how to live our lives.  We can show them gently, by example.  


Sienna's parents want to someday meet the other parents, whose amazing gift brought their daughter back to the vibrancy shown in the photo.  Perhaps "thank you" can do the same for us in our own lives, if we remember.  (And not just at Thanksgiving.)

Peace begins with me,
Pam

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Ho'oponopono, Talking, and Divine Gifts

Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.  ~Plato

Sometimes life can feel very difficult, even when practicing Ho'oponopono.

Sometimes it seems like problems line up one after another, like legions of ants swarming in for a meal.

Sometimes there are no words for such situations.

I have been going through something like this for the last while.


Morrnah Simeona, the Kahuna Lapa'au who modernized the ancient Hawaiian practice of Ho'oponopono as Self-Identity Through Ho'oponopono, said that talking about such things doesn't help anyhow.

Being a psychiatrist trained in various kinds of "talk" therapy, I have struggled with this idea.  But in many ways I believe she was right. 

For instance, many of us are very stuck in human stories of hurt, blame, resentment, anger, and shame.  No matter what the venue, our "talk" remains endlessly mired in these themes, and we have no insight into our own contributions to painful events or our misperceptions of them.

Witness types of "talk" such as gossip, comparisons to others, or attempting to convince others to change.   Even in certain psychotherapies, the therapist tries to shift the patient's attitude -- judging himself/herself ineffective if s/he cannot.  Sometimes the therapist can focus more on personal performance than on what the patient actually came there for.

These are examples of "talk" that is unhelpful, or even harmful -- especially if we as health care practitioners do them.  We can inadvertently bring our own agendas into our consultation rooms, eclipsing patient needs.  It takes a conscious, humble, compassionate person not to fall into this mode when "talking" with others.

Mabel Katz often says, "If you're going to talk about your troubles, do it with someone who knows how to [Ho'oponopono] clean!"  By this she means recognizing the "100% responsibility for whatever shows up" part, and cleaning with all we hear.  Otherwise our "talk" is just more commotion and commiseration -- with no progress to a place of greater acceptance or wholeness. 

If we truly adopt a "100% responsibility" point of view, humility follows immediately.  We recognize that something is going on within us that we must respond to, confusing as it may be.  We comprehend that whatever we're experiencing has larger spiritual perspectives than our conscious minds can ever hold -- and we turn to Divinity within for help.

This has changed my entire view of the psychotherapy I do.  No longer am I the brilliant interpreter of unconscious motives that my patient cannot see.  I am just a compassionate listener,  gently allowing blocked inlets to open . . . and cleaning as I go.  I do not do this perfectly, though.

Back to my own life issues over the last several months.  During this time, 2 primary resources have helped me:  Divinity, of course . . . and Mabel Katz's new book, "The Easiest Way to Live."  Each chapter seems a Ho'oponopono meditation of its own, on different subjects such as forgiveness, judgments, erasing, the best time to talk to people (when they're asleep!), and money. 

I love the book.  I took it everywhere, reading from it every night while dealing with some recent family concerns.  It became a cleaning tool for me, keeping me on track rather than getting completely lost.  I could choose to get tangled in memories (which I certainly did at times), or say "thank you," "light switch," or "flypaper" in response to painful emails, phone calls, or in-person conversations.  

  
If interested, you can get your own copy by going here: The Easiest Way to Live.

Then, the other day, Divinity sent a complete surprise:  the flower you see pictured above.  It's the San Pedro cactus in my yard.  We planted this about 4 years ago now, and I have talked to it lovingly since.  (yes, talked to it, with "ice blue" and "I love you," etc.)  But this is the first time it's ever bloomed!  Such a lovely, Divine gift.  When you realize the cactus itself holds an entheogen (a spirit-facilitating substance), this gift becomes even more profound.   


Thank you, Morrnah, Mabel, and Divinity, for showing me what kind of "talk" my soul most needs. 

Peace begins with me,
Pam

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Connection or Disconnection: Our Choice in Ho'oponopono

 "The rainbow is a sign from him who is in all things."
~ Hopi saying

A physician colleague wrote this past week asking about Ho'oponopono, as he had come across this blog.  He had also attended a recent Ho'oponopono training near his home. 

It was a blessing to hear from him.   Although Ho'oponopono is a way for all people to make amends for our misperceptions about others and life itself, I feel this is especially important for those of us in healing professions.  Not all are willing to consider these ideas, but I offer this blog from the part of me who is in all things.  

As far as healers go, Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len often shares that as a psychologist he was trained to "help" other people.  But in practice, this doesn't work.  How many patients do my colleagues know, who are not "helped" by what we do in medicine?  Is this not uncanny, when we are trying so hard?

In Ho'oponopono, we are not really here to help others at all; they (and we) are already perfect.  Our perceptions, though -- which arise entirely within us -- are NOT perfect.  Our perceptions are made up of unconscious memories or data, rather than representing others as they actually are.

If you're asking, "Huh?" right now, I empathize.  This has been hard to get my mind around also -- especially when someone is suffering in my office, in an emergency room, or in a hospital. 

But when I remember that what I think I "see" actually starts out as simple neurological impulses that my brain/mind then interprets in some way, things get a little clearer.

After all, misperceptions can be shared with countless others, and be transmitted from generation to generation.  And again, they're unconscious -- also outnumbering our conscious thoughts by the billions.  In fact, these unconscious memories can run us by their sheer number and our lack of awareness. 

If we all have this going on, and it affects what happens in the present, how can Ho'oponopono help?


Ho'oponopono is a method of problem solving; it involves repentance, forgiveness, and transmutation of these problem-causing memories by Divinity. 

In this process, Ho'oponopono sees us as having 4 aspects of mind:  the Divine Creator, the Superconscious, the Conscious, and the Subconscious (or Inner Child).  All these can work together so that Divinity can solve the problem by erasing these memories, if we give permission. 

  • The Divine Creator can create mind, and is the only One who can transmute memories to zero.  When we are at zero, the Divine Creator can also provide us with inspiration or insight -- leading us to right and perfect action in the present (including right and perfect medical treatments or procedures, etc).
When we're embroiled in memories, we are not open to this inspiration at all.
  • The Superconscious within us is perfect, and is always perfectly connected and in tune with the Divine Creator.  It's the part of us which directly petitions the Divine Creator for help, once our Conscious mind initiates the process by using a cleaning tool.  This can be as simple as saying "Thank you."
  • The Conscious Mind can choose either to get upset, or to make amends for the erroneous memories within.  It is the part which initiates the "cleaning" process, using Ho'oponopono tools.  It is also the part which cares for the Inner Child; this is a vital role.
  • The Subconscious, or Inner Child, is extremely important in all this.  It's both a great ally, and is also where so-called "problems" occur.  It carries all memories and data for eons, and it suffers.  Unless we learn to embrace and care for it, its suffering causes havoc -- which according to Dr. Hew Len, includes everything from hurricanes in the Atlantic to a woman in Africa having trouble with labor.
From Dr. Hew Len's article, "Who's in Charge?":

"The Subconscious Mind experiences vicariously, mimicking, echoing memories replaying. It behaves, sees, feels, and decides exactly as memories dictate."


But the Inner Child is also our ally, because it is the part of us that, when lovingly cared for and taught, connects us to our Superconscious.  If we're NOT lovingly connected to our Inner Child, we're not connected with anything else either -- except memories.  We're unconscious, in chaos, and confused about who we are.  We're even disconnected from Source or Creator.  In a way, says Dr. Hew Len, we're dead.

I've learned that this isn't the best way for me to practice medicine! 

The very first step of the 12-step Ho'oponopono process (taught at live Ho'oponopono trainings) is connecting all parts of us:  Mother (Uhane, Conscious) with Inner Child (Unihipili, Subconscious);  Inner Child with the Father (Aumakua, Superconscious); and all three with the Divine Creator.


In this initial prayer, the Mother says to the Child: 
"Come and hold my hand and reverently, ask the Father, our Aumakua, to join us and hold our hands.  As a unit of two, please ask the Father to join us and make the three of us a unit of one."
When all is connected, the Divine Creator can embrace all in Divine Love.   

When we consciously decide to clean, we are repenting for our errors of perception -- for having been unconscious.   For instance:  "I'm sorry for whatever is going on in me that sees my patient as depressed, anxious, angry, stubborn, in pain, diabetic, hypertensive, having cancer," etc.

Once initiated, the cleaning process initially goes down into the subconscious where the "problem" is expressing.  From there it travels to the Superconscious, which can amend the petition as necessary -- and then present it to Divinity.   Only Divinity can respond with "mana" and forgiveness, transmuting our memories from the "thought forms" they are, into pure light.  But as Dr. Hew Len reminds us:  "When we do our part, Divinity always does Its part."


Physicians and other health care professionals may have trouble imagining that what we think we "see" in our patients, actually originates in us as these thought forms.  According to Ho'oponopono, these can materialize in physical form unless one consistently maintains the above kind of inner connection and constant cleaning with whatever presents itself. 

It's a very humble attitude one maintains -- a recognition that people only come to us when it is time to let go of particular memories.  When we do, the patient gets what s/he came for, too.  We never really know how far back the problem goes -- to our relatives and ancestors, or beyond.  Thankfully, we don't need to, because Divinity does. 

This doesn't mean we don't need to "treat" the problem the patient presents; we may need to do exactly that.  But I ask my professional colleagues: when treating your patients, would you rather be immersed in your own extraneous "stuff", or operating from a peaceful place that allows you to see what is, as clearly as possible? 

That is why I keep saying "thank you," no matter what shows up -- and why I want to be as open to Divine Inspiration as possible while working with those who come to me.


Thank you, dear colleague, for your interest in Ho'oponopono.  May more of us learn this humble way of being as we care for those in our offices, clinics, emergency rooms, and hospitals.

Peace begins with me,

Pam

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Ho'oponopono: Power Lifting for the Soul

 
People's experiences with Ho'oponopono are very individual.  For instance, after practicing this for awhile some feel peace, some feel nothing at all, and some might notice that they feel worse -- at least temporarily.

Given our varying sensitivities, it's easy enough to understand the first two.  But feeling worse with a spiritual practice like Ho'oponopono?  How can this be?

It might even scare some people away from doing it.

My own experience has been all three (as well as others) at different times.  

In this practice, we're adopting a world view that differs from most other cultural norms: accepting 100% responsibility for everything that shows up in our lives.  For many, this is a deal breaker and they get no farther.  After all, how can we be responsible for things we've never even been involved with in this lifetime?  Afghanistan?  Iraq?  Massive oil spills?  Patients committing suicide, or dying of cancer?

We may not understand our personal connections with any of this, and yet Ho'oponopono suggests that our own faulty memories are fueling these events.  If that's so, how can we not feel absolutely crummy for bringing all this on?

Hence, that's one way people might feel "worse" as a result of practicing Ho'oponopono.  

It's interesting that Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len frequently says that when we're born, we "come in with it all."  Meaning, we are laden from the beginning with ancestral, possibly even universal, memories that it is our task (or opportunity) in life to clear or "clean."   The most recalcitrant and tedious memories are often our ancestral ones.  These may show up in our current, external experience -- or we painfully embody them ourselves in sick ways of responding to others, and to life. 

In his book A New Earth: Awakening to Your Life's Purpose, Eckhart Tolle expresses a similar concept that he calls the "pain body": an involuntary, automatic, and repetitive emotional response pattern that seems to take over our entire beings at times.  Often we're so immersed in this we don't realize what's happening at all.  It can be like a haze that permeates, surrounds, and even lives our lives for us.  

And "pain bodies" can interact:  they can collide or even fuel each other -- much the way Ho'oponopono memories (housed in and expressed by our "Inner Child" part) can do as well. 

Is it any wonder that becoming aware of such ancient and powerful things in ourselves might leave us feeling a little, um, puny?

Fortunately, Ho'oponopono does not leave us alone with this, though.  It also offers a method that brings us back to awareness of who we really are (NOT the memories or "pain bodies" masquerading as us).  Peace and pureness of heart come with the process too.

But the tension before feeling that can be intense.  

My friend and colleague Dr. Lucinda Sykes recently shared a beautiful metaphor with me.  An accomplished mindfulness meditation teacher in Toronto, she describes the results of meditation as being like a small green sprout pushing through concrete.  The concrete might be the "stuff" we feel we must do or accomplish -- or even masks we feel we must wear -- in order to get along in the world.  Or it could be our thinking and opinions, layer upon layer upon layer.

Burdening ourselves with all this takes us away from our natural, essential selves (the sprout).  Mindfulness -- paying attention to what we're experiencing, moment to moment and without judgment or expectation -- is one way of bringing us back to ourselves.  Our green sprout might seem small, but it's a life force with deep strength and resilience.  It can be fortified with consistent, patient mindfulness practice.

As she spoke, I couldn't help but think of Ho'oponopono cleaning -- especially for people new to the practice.  After all, we're invoking a whole new way of approaching life when we do this.  (Even though it may ultimately be "The Easiest Way", as Mabel Katz writes so well.)  

A question for you:  when something new is coming up in your garden, what do you see first?  

The green shoot?  No!   You see a little mound of dirt!  (See the photograph above, as the sprout's innate life-force heaves dirt off its back).

What must that sprout experience before breaking through the ground?  Pressure?  Pain?  Intense effort?  Is it like Atlas holding up the earth?  I can only guess.

To me, the practice of Ho'oponopono cleaning is like this.  Thank you, I love you, Dewdrop, Lightswitch, or applying myriad other cleaning tools.  Only, I have no concept of all the "dirt" (memories, data, crud, etc) my Divinity-within is lifting off as I do my moment-to-moment cleaning.  It can seem like hours, days, weeks, months, or even eons before I see the sun -- or relax into peace (break through the ground).  But eventually, this does come.

Dr. Hew Len has also said, "Once you do your part, Divinity has to do His part (transmute the memories into pure light)."  A loving father would have it no other way. 

I'm always amazed that little dry seeds can turn into such powerhouses of life force -- but they can.  I invite you to try this in your own yard.  Get some relatively big seeds, such as sunflower, squash, or cantaloupe.  (I suggest larger ones so you can really see the dirt mounds as they're coming up.)  Plant them in some soil, and water.  Observe daily.  You may get impatient, but don't dig them up.  :-)   Think of your Ho'oponopono cleaning process as liberating your own pure-hearted self . . . but there's some dirt to throw off first.
 
Even though we practice Ho'oponopono with no expectation, it can't hurt to have a little visual metaphor from time to time! 
 
Thank you, Dr. Sykes, for the tip.

Peace begins with me,
Pam

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Who's in Charge? A Visit from the Spirit of Transformation

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

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Ho'oponopono, Life Transitions, and Sewage Trucks


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 

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Just What are We Cleaning, Again, When Practicing Ho'oponopono?

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

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Being Kind and Being Ruthless, Through Ho'oponopono Cleaning

"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

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Ho'oponopono for Mixed-Up, Addicted, or Otherwise Suffering Families -- and Beyond

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


Monday, June 14, 2010

Ho'oponopono Cleaning: Divine Inspiration in the Gulf

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

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Mother Earth's Lifeblood and Ho'oponopono

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

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Ho'oponopono: From Old, Worn-out Suffering to Brand New Inspiration

"Behold, I make all things new."
~Revelations 21:5


I don't usually quote the Bible in my blog, mostly because I'm not a biblical scholar. But when I saw the above view from my backyard the other evening, the verse suddenly popped into mind.

That is, after the initial "WOW!" that surged through my soul.

I had been struggling for many months with some family issues, cleaning with them through Ho'oponopono. Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len had even given me a particular tool for this, which I had been using. In between storms of anger, resentment, and worry, of course. :-)

Had I been cleaning perfectly, there would have been no inner or outer struggle. Nor would I have been so flooded with the kinds of pain mentioned above. But I am human. This is both a limitation and gift, since it brings all kinds of opportunities to make things right.

Ho'oponopono is all about "making things right," in fact.

Ho'oponopono is a very practical method for allowing Divinity within to transmute any memories or data which block the light of divine inspiration from us. Ho'oponopono cleaning takes us back to "zero", or the state of nothingness from which we came.

Ho'oponopono understands emotional reactions, suffering, and conflict as memories or data which can be cleansed, allowing Divine inspiration to come through.

This method differs from thinking about, managing, or coping with stress. Instead, Ho'oponopono releases stress. Through its processes, we appeal to Divinity within to transmute any memories or blocks which eclipse the infinite in us. As these arise, they're up for cleaning -- and once we're back at zero, Divinity's light can infuse us again.

I had also been listening to a recording of Dr. Hew Len and Mabel Katz's February 2010 seminar in Los Angeles. I had attended this "in absentia," so was part of the the event's cleaning activities. There, Dr. Hew Len shared the story of a woman whose father had suffered a severe stroke; she wrote to him for help with this. While reading the email, Dr. Hew Len cleaned; he knew that there must be a connection with him, or she never would have written to him. As he did this, he received inspiration for a cleaning tool to send her -- and did.

Over several ensuing emails, she described her father's progress -- which was inspiring in itself.

But what moved me even more was Dr. Hew Len's question to the seminar class. "Why do you suppose the father had this stroke [in the first place]?" he asked.

Silence.

"Hel-LO," he repeated. "Because we didn't get it the first time! Like Shakespeare said, nothing is new. It's all fore-bemoaned moans . . . if you don't get it now, it's going to come get you again."

"The Ho'oponopono is really about being 100% responsible and saying, 'I didn't get it the last time -- this is my time to get it.' The father only had a stroke because we didn't get it the last time. If we don't get it this time, the father will have another stroke. He just will!

It's the same thing with you . . . all the people in your life that you hang around with, that you supposedly experience problems with. Because you didn't get it the last time! If you don't get it, it will haunt you. It'll haunt you and haunt you, until you say, 'My God, I notice that every time there's a problem, I'm always there!'

And it is not the person -- not the father -- that had the stroke. It's the memory that had the stroke. I want you to be clear about that. People have around them this auric vibration, and it's the memory in that, the subconscious, auric vibration, that's the problem. And if you don't get that, and you had a heart attack before, you'll have the heart attack again.

The cardiologist could be working on you, thinking the problem is in you. But if the cardiologist was really smart, he would say, 'What's going on in me that this person should show up?' The only reason that person showed up with a heart attack or that stroke, was the memory. You didn't get it the last time.

Everything is a repeat -- Divinity is saying, "Hel-lo . . . I'm giving you one more chance this lifetime. One more chance to make amends.' You are only here to do the cleaning, because you didn't get it the last time.

I love this cleaning, as tedious as it is sometimes." Dr. Hew Len went on. "But if I don't get it this time, it's gonna come back and haunt me. Not only me, but it will haunt the whole universe. Because whatever is in you and me, it's everywhere in the universe. And say you're going to be 100% responsible and do the cleaning, whatever comes off of you, comes off the whole universe. And there will be a celebration. And that's why, if I can get more people to do the cleaning, then I am going to be a beneficiary."
Amidst this, my own family concerns, and my cleaning, the rainbow illustrated above showed up in my back yard. I almost didn't see it, because it had been raining and I was watching the news.

But I'd suddenly noticed an amazing golden light on my mesquite tree, went out to look at this . . . and then turned around. WOW!!!

This woman's story -- and Dr. Hew Len's explanation -- incorporates mine and my family's. Because of this, I have another chance to make amends, to set things right. It's the only way for new things to show up -- not just continued repeats of the same old suffering. I will keep this rainbow always, as a reminder. It is my own cleaning tool, now. Thank you, dear Divinity.

And if it appeals to you also, you're welcome to share it.

Peace begins with me,
Pam


PS: You can also get the same recordings I listened to, from Mabel Katz's web site, here.