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