Sunday, November 6, 2011

Ho'oponopono Cleaning: An Easier Way to Clarity and Peace

One of Ho'oponopono's main teachings is that when we clean, the right and perfect thing comes for us and everyone else.   

Yet when the seemingly "wrong" thing lands on our doorstep, this can be hard to accept.  Our human minds insist on logic -- linear cause and effect.  We forget that healing might be a journey or a process.  If Ho'oponopono "works", we think our lives should always be easy.

I'm coming to realize that "easy" does not mean without challenge.  Instead, "easy" relates more to our own attitude and perceptions than it does to outer circumstances.

In the last 6 weeks or so, I've been dealing with a painful situation concerning my office.  I won't disclose all the details.  Just know things were distressing enough to make me want to move.

What's surprising is that I didn't completely melt down and give up.  I continued Ho'oponopono cleaning throughout this time, even with all the anger, fear, and hurt that arose.   It definitely wasn't "easy." 

Some nights, I couldn't sleep.  I would wake up at 2-3 a.m., and end up reading Mabel Katz's The Easiest Way.   This book is always on my bedside, along with my Ho'oponopono tools and training manuals.  Reading Mabel's stories gave me a feeling of companionship, when I was otherwise feeling alone.  Reading Morrnah's meditations and the words of Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len did the same.

I cleaned while consulting attorneys, searching for new office space, and meeting and speaking with all the other practitioners involved.   I cleaned while terminating the old lease and negotiating a new one.  Then came the tasks of finding movers, changing phone service, creating messages for my patients, packing, and . . . well, you get the picture.

I noticed that I could focus on what needed to be done, rather than feeling embroiled in personal drama.  My previous way (not the "easiest" one!) would have been trying to figure out "why" this was happening . . . which would drain my energy and distract from the things I actually could do.  

This time, I could simply notice what was taking place, clean, and act as inspired.  I've often been puzzled when hearing Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len say that when you're inspired, you just "do" -- without wondering whether it's the right decision or not.  There are other decisions I've agonized over, trying to ferret out every possible eventuality before moving ahead.   But with the cleaning this time, that didn't happen.  Also, the right people to help me, showed up.  

Of course there were and are still times of tension and stress.  I clean with these as they arrive.   Also I was and am wearing my Ho'oponopono "embracer" which keeps reminding me to say "thank you" and "I love you," no matter what comes.

I don't know "why" any of this happened -- but Divinity does.  I can only guess that I was there to clean, and then was done in that particular situation.  But I don't really know.

Dr. Hew Len tells a similarly sudden story about resigning from his part-time job at Hawaii State Hospital.  After he'd been working there for several years, Morrnah told him he was done there.  He knew she surely did her cleaning, just as he did.  "And so, I ended it.  I didn't even attend the going away party the staff gave me," he said.  I'm sure there must have been some details to clean up, but the decision to move on came clearly.

Some would say events don't happen TO you, they happen FOR you (to grow).  I can say that through Ho'oponopono, my attitude towards "what happens" has shifted profoundly over the last several years.  In fact, these recent events provided an acid test!  :-)  Even so, my feeling was simply to let go of what wasn't working, while caring enough for myself and my patients to find something better.  Without the need to blame or fight with anybody. 

What happened as a result, you wonder?  

Well, my office is now in a stable, calming, beautiful place, shared with several other like-minded practitioners.   The office is called "Optimal You," and embodies the idea that mental health is much more than absence of diagnosable illness.  It also includes a feeling of well-being, resilience to stress, healthy relationships, recognizing one’s own potential, ability to work joyfully and productively, and contributing to one’s community.  Experiencing (at least sometimes) a sense of spiritual peace is part of it too.  

It means a great deal to me to work with others who feel similarly, and who hold these ideals in their daily activities.  This provides a very healing environment for patients as well.  And it all gives me a feeling of hope, even in the midst of what appeared to be chaos.   

I believe Ho'oponopono cleaning has a lot to do with this outcome, even though I can't "prove" it.

Any suffering I experienced over the last several weeks had to do with my unwillingness or forgetting to let God help me.  When I did not choose to clean (and got upset instead), I suffered.  When I kept cleaning and did as inspired, the way seemed smooth -- not necessarily "easy," but doable.  After all, there were a lot of boxes to schlepp, and a whole office to reorganize on the other end!  One can experience poise and clarity, even when surrounded by cardboard boxes and furniture that doesn't yet know where it goes. 

The physical move is done now, and the doors are open once again.  I look forward to practicing and cleaning in this new space -- whoever and whatever  shows up.  And whenever I forget, I have my reminders.

Thank you dear Divinity, Morrnah, Dr. Hew Len, and Mabel, for showing me an easier way.

Peace begins with me

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Lee Lipsenthal MD: Ho'oponopono Light from Within

To me, some people are living, breathing examples of Ho'oponopono.  This can surely last after they pass on.  Some have been to seminars to learn about the process, and others have come to this on their own.

Some people naturally come to an acceptance that we are not "in control" of outcomes, but can certainly practice peace in every moment -- no matter what.  Not all of us get this lesson so easily, even while actively doing Ho'oponopono.

A comparison between my own recent activities and the attitude of a dear friend and colleague will illustrate.  I supposedly practice Ho'oponopono; he doesn't.  It's definitely in him anyway.

A couple of weeks ago I was in San Diego for a session with my current homeopathic training program, California Center for Homeopathic Education.  The session contained several classroom days, a graduation evening, and also a quiz for which I needed to study.

Imagine my growing concern when, around 4pm on the 100+ degree afternoon of 9/8/11, I was working in my hotel room . . . and it started to get hot.  Also, my computer flashed a warning that it was now on battery power, needing electricity soon.  This seemed very odd, since it was plugged into the wall. 

In my academic fervor, I was NOT Ho'oponopono cleaning.

My insistent human brain thought something might be wrong with the electrical receptacle, so I chose another.  And another.  These were no help at all.

After unsuccessfully trying all the lamps in the room, I had a diagnosis:  electricity off.  Brilliant -- and still not a single "thank you" or other Ho'oponopono cleaning tool came to my mind.  I was lost in space for sure.

The phone was still working, and I called the front desk to let them know that my room was without electricity.  A kindly voice on the other end replied, "Ma'am, the electricity is out over all of San Diego County.  We're trying to find out what happened, and we're sorry for your inconvenience."  

In my human self-referential state, I'd had no idea anything was happening to anyone else.  I had been ensconced with my books and computer for hours -- isolated from the rest of the world.  And I shamefully admit: forgetting to clean. 

I wandered through very dark hallways to the stairs, and climbed down to the lobby where others were milling about.  Word was, the outage extended from San Diego north to the LA area, east to Yuma, AZ, and south to Mexicali, Mexico.

Thankfully, my world could expand beyond room 312 of the Hilton Garden Inn.  I started to clean.   Lightswitch!  :-)

As the sun went down, the hotel staff mentioned how lucky I was to be here already.  All the traffic lights being out left gridlock on the freeways and streets.  The airport was closed.  Also, no restaurants could serve patrons.  Fortunately, I'd eaten a late lunch.  There was plenty of water, though, and people in the bar were happy to sample more exotic concoctions.

Still having studying to do, I used the last remaining daylight for review -- with Ho'oponopono cleaning now added.  How had this precious process slipped out of my mind before?  I don't know, but it had.

Suddenly the woman behind the desk came up to where I was sitting in the darkening lobby.  "Would you like a glow stick?"  she offered.  "You just crack it and it gives light for at least 12 hours!"  This seemed absolutely wonderful to me.

I'm sure Dr. Rajan Sankaran would love the image of a student poring over his "Sensation in Homeopathy" text with a glow stick -- but that is exactly how I studied that evening.  Just like Abraham Lincoln with his candle flame, but probably much safer.

Somewhere in the wee hours of the next morning, electricity returned.  And I was grateful for the MANY reminders to clean.

On the other hand, my friend and colleague Lee Lipsenthal MD is a beautiful contrast to these lapses shared above.  He has worked with Dean Ornish MD, and has taught physicians all over how to find balance and calm in their busy medical lives.  I have enjoyed working with him in many locales -- including Molokai, Hawaii for a "Healer Within" retreat in late May 2009.

Lee has personally helped thousands of people along their healing paths -- sometimes through quieter methods such as HeartMath meditations.   His more lively, invigorating processes include shamanic journeying with holotropic breathwork.  Through this latter, he helped me make inner peace with my father.  He also brought dance back into my life after several years without it.  Following a week of properly healthy organic food, we ate sloppy Molokai hamburgers in celebration!  It was marvelous to laugh and get ketchup all over ourselves.

But not long after after our Hawaiian adventure, Lee was diagnosed with stage 4, metastatic esophageal cancer.  Nobody saw that one coming.

For most everyone else, it was a time of shock and disbelief.  But maintaining his sense of peace, Lee wrote, connected, and meditated, between rounds of chemo and radiation -- even though suffering all the pain that goes with those treatments.  He spoke his message of living each day with grace to many, many people, including the American Academy of Family Physicians.

For a time it seemed he had beaten the odds.  He continued his teaching and traveling.  I spoke with him in late July, for the mundane reason of needing a receipt . . . . not realizing he'd just learned  that the cancer was back until he said so.  We talked about what he wanted to do, and what mattered most to him.  He continued to write on Huffington Post, and completed a book due for publication later this fall:  Enjoy Every SandwichHis love for songwriter Warren Zevon inspired the title. 

This past Tuesday, Lee passed on to his next great adventure -- leaving behind his physician wife Kathy, his children Will and Cheryl, his parents, and friends the world over.  He recently created a video for Enjoy Every Sandwich that expresses his inner peace and amazement with life.  To me, Lee embodied Ho'oponopono -- certainly better than I did in the story above.  It wasn't always that way for him, but his example gives me great hope for myself and the rest of us, waking up.

Here's the video:

Thank you, dear Lee.  I send you wishes for the peace that passes understanding -- but you already know what that is.  I send wishes of healing peace to your family and all the rest of us who love you, too.  Your light is still shining, here -- and it's far, far brighter than any glow-stick.

Peace begins with me,

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Ho'oponopono, Haboobs, and Being Citizens of the World

The last several months have seen really rough natural events all over the world -- earthquakes, tornadoes, volcanic eruptions, flooding, and hurricanes.

Here in Arizona, we have all-time high temperatures of 117 degrees (today) and major dust storms that paralyze highways and cities.   The proper name for these storms, which occur naturally in the Sonoran and Saharan Deserts, is "haboob".  It comes from an Arabic term meaning "strong wind."

Unfortunately, using this word also stirs hornets' nests in certain Arizonans -- who insist that we don't have anything like those storms they have in the Middle East.


“I am insulted," wrote Gilbert Arizona resident Don Yonts to the Arizona Republic, "that local TV news crews are now calling this kind of storm a haboob,” This was after a particularly fierce, mile-high dust storm swept through the state on July 5. “How do they think our soldiers feel coming back to Arizona and hearing some Middle Eastern term?”

Thankfully there are also those who recognize that we're citizens of the world, linked even by the type of storms we have.  David Wilson of Goodyear AZ wrote:  "according to his [Yonts, above] logic, the following words of foreign origin should also not be used as they may insult him and our armed forces? Typhoon, shawl, pajamas,
and kiosk. Also, we should not teach "algebra," use the "zero" or wear "khaki" pants."

Thanks, David.

Ho'oponopono is a process that honors our connections, even those to which we are blind.  There is both shared responsibility and shared benefit in it.  We are united in the memories which materialize in our lives as "problems" . . . and we have no idea who also may be sharing these.  Count on it, though:  whoever shows up in our lives, is one of these people.

And count on it also:  whatever we clean in ourselves, comes off of everyone else too.  That's the shared benefit.

The first time I saw Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len after my initial Ho'oponopono training, he said to me, "Ah, you're giving me another chance."  At first I didn't understand what he meant.  Then he taught me this notion that people who keep showing up are giving us another chance to make amends.

I felt bad, thinking maybe I was bugging him -- bringing back old "stuff" that I didn't even know I carried with me.  I feel great love for this man; I don't mean to make anything worse for him!  But then he said this is the perfect thing to do, a good kind of "bugging," if it's bugging at all.   My showing up allows him to do his cleaning -- and me to do mine.

"A lot of people might come to one Ho'oponopono seminar," he said.  "But the ones who keep coming back, those are the ones to watch out for."  :-)

So I could see from my behavior [attending so very many Ho'oponopono trainings!] that I must have an awful lot of cleaning to do.  Being a doctor, I have a lot of people to clean with also.  Lord knows what kind of karma I'm carrying.

It seems no accident at all that haboobs happen in the Middle East as well as deserts here in Arizona.  For sure we share memories, and now blood.  Some of my patients are Muslim, and they are fasting for the holy month of Ramadan.  I thank them for the cleaning they're doing, in their own way.

I saw something today on the news that tore at my heart: a hospital in Tripoli, Libya where patients had been abandoned amidst chaos.    It was all about clashes between rebel forces and those still loyal to Moammar Gadhafi.  Piles of bodies left behind, some still living . . . in pain, needing care.  Doctors shot, still in their scrubs -- bodies dumped in a canal.   Nobody knows who did the killing.

One of my colleagues is in Libya, with the International Medical Corps.  I can only imagine what he's seeing, the situations he's dealing with, and the many people he's assisting.  Most likely, he's feeling like he can never do enough.  He is very brave, and I am grateful to him.

I'm cleaning.  Truly, we are all connected.

Peace begins with me,

Sunday, July 10, 2011

You Can Lead a Horse to Blue Solar Water, But Can You Make Him Drink?

"You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink."
-English idiom

Sometimes cartoonists say the darndest things.

Patrick McDonnell, creator of the comic strip "Mutts" above, really hits home for me . . . and maybe all of us at some level.

But as a case in point, let's take doctors.

We work with patients -- educating, helping, treating, prescribing, sometimes operating on, and doing all kinds of other procedures too.  

Sometimes the patient accepts the prescription, suggestion, recommendation, or diagnostic test.  Many times -- at least 50% or more in some sources -- they don't. 

We wonder, why would a patient spend time and money to see us, and then not follow through with suggestions they receive?  There are papers galore examining this question . . . but that's not the miracle in the comic above.

The miracle is that the "horse" drinks at all -- even if it's Blue Solar Water.  And that in the cartoon, Mooch (the tuxedo cat with attitude) attributes this result to his own ministrations.  What would Mooch say if the horse continued to balk?

So many times we run into this paradigm, in both medicine and Ho'oponopono.  We do our cleaning, and sometimes "it works":  we get the raise, the romantic partner, the contract, the car, the house, whatever.   Of course this has to be because "we" are brilliant, are doing it "right", or have our you-know-what together, etc.

We forget that more is going on than meets the eye.

As patients, we have millions of reasons why we won't fully "drink" the medicinal water -- whatever it may be (allopathy, homeopathy, surgery, meditation, St. John's Wort, you name it.)  We also have many reasons why we do, but I think they have more to do with US than with our doctors.

I can recall plenty of times I've patted myself on the back just like Mooch above, when actually my "horse" was thirsty and simply ready to do the work.  This doesn't mean my participation wasn't useful or timely -- just that the seeming "success" isn't because of ME.  I apply my science and my art (my "tools") as best I can, and I am as present with my patient as I can be.  S/he then does what s/he does with these things.  It may be to "drink", or not.

The bottom line is, I am not in charge.  This is a very hard truth for most of us, physicians included. 

It can be especially painful when someone is suffering, and we think we know how to heal them.  We forget that all healing is ultimately self-healing -- and that the patient's own inner resources (which are part of Divinity) do that miraculous work.  We doctors try to best leverage these things in the patient's favor, but it's true nevertheless. 

Likewise in Ho'oponopono, we clean with moment-to-moment situations, using whatever tools or processes we know.  Amazingly then, the right and perfect next step shows up -- and the next, and the next, and the next.  We are not "in charge," and the best thing we can do is our cleaning.  Sometimes we're inspired to speak up, to do, or to act.  We are clear, and we do.  If not, we clean.

Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len has often said, "If you wonder whether you're inspired, you're not. Keep cleaning."   :-)  

Thank you dear Mooch.  I love you.  You're helping me let go of my hero complex, and simply do what's in front of me to do.  As a dear friend of mine in North Carolina (fellow psychiatrist Dr. Julia Lunsford) would say, "That's a gracious plenty." 

Peace begins with me,

Monday, July 4, 2011

Ho'oponopono and Business: "Just Get on the Bike"

Do you remember learning to ride a bike?  Who taught you?  Did it come easy, or was it hard to get the hang of it?

For me, it was tough. 
My parents had given me a Huffy 2-wheel bicycle for Christmas, and I was so excited.  I could just imagine flying down the street, the wind in my hair -- it was the call of freedom for me.  But every time I tried, I kept falling down.  I just could not get the balance right;  I would try to pedal briefly, and then, boom!   The driveway would rise up to meet me.

My father and mother both got exasperated with their clumsy child.  Looking back on it, I can't imagine how a parent would go about teaching teach such a skill, though.  It seems like one of those things you just have to get into your own body -- and once you have it, it stays.

Still, I was afraid I would never have the kind of fun I saw other kids having, riding their bikes to school.  It was also a matter of pride, even though school was only a few blocks from my house.  :-)

I wouldn't give up, no matter how many skinned knees I got (and there were plenty).

One day, I begged my dad to try again.  So he ran along behind me as usual, holding the bike up. I pedaled as fast as I could, determined that THIS time, I would make it.  There were a few wobbles, but I kept going -- it seemed a lot longer than usual this time.

Suddenly I looked behind me, and Dad wasn't there.  He was standing WAY behind me -- and I was still upright, on my own!   I kept going a little farther, and then hit the brakes.  I put my feet on the ground, one on either side of the bike, and laughed.   Dad was laughing too.  "You little dickens," he said.

Then I got back on, and found I could ride all by myself!  It was as if my body had always known how to do this.

One minute I couldn't, and the next minute, I could.  It felt like breaking through a fierce barrier -- "I can't" is often this way, for so many of us.  I will never forget that feeling of freedom and joy.   After this I remember many wonderful excursions up and down my street: a nice, not-too-steep hill providing all the adventure a 7-year-old could want.

Now, what could this possibly have to do with Ho'oponopono, you wonder?

A couple of weeks ago I was part of a conference call with Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len and Kamaile Rafaelovich  about money and building your business.  

Like everything else in creation, businesses have 3-part self-identities that can be talked with, engaged with, and cleaned with.   Kamaile shared that the business is a person, and has its own purpose -- regardless of our expectations of it.   We can say "I love you" to the company, and be its caretaker.  (Or, we can whine and complain, but that doesn't help the situation any -- meaning, no cleaning gets done while we're doing that.)

The whole idea of Ho'oponopono with businesses, explained Dr. Hew Len, is to let go of blocks within ourselves -- and apply our Ho'oponopono tools to whatever our experience of that business might be.   Through this cleaning, the right people and situations show up -- in order to "bug" us in the most perfect way.  These, in turn, offer us countless choices to let go of data or memories that are replaying.

However, we never know what is "really" happening in any one moment, or exactly what we're cleaning.  The only thing we do know is that it's something within us, since we're there.   :-)   Just like us, our businesses have subconscious aspects that are full of memories coming up for release.  

Specifically with our businesses, we can clean with the office space we're using, the bank accounts, checks, receipts,  and all customers (or patients) who come.  So, when entering invoices, payments, and bills (yes! even the bills!) into Quickbooks, I clean with each submission, saying "Thank you."  I do the same when taking checks to the bank. 

I asked Kamaile and Dr. Hew Len if they could please suggest a special cleaning tool to use with my business, which helps people heal themselves.  After a brief pause, Dr. Hew Len said he saw "Just get on the bike."   Kamaile saw a vision of a bike hanging in mid air, with its wheels whirring. :-)  They shared that simply saying, "Get on the bike," is like telepathy between the conscious and subconscious, starting the cleaning process.   Once you "get on the bike," all is initiated and moves on its own.  

They had no idea of the story I told you above, or what it would mean to me.  It's a perfect cleaning tool for me though, and I use it every day before going into the office.   This tool starts things I can't possibly understand -- but with my previous history with my father and bike riding, it touches my heart also.

Other Ho'oponopono conversations like this will be scheduled in the future, covering all kinds of subjects.  Other long-time Ho'oponopono practitioners were also on the line, offering their own experiences.  I found the whole conversation very helpful, and full of laughter too.  If interested, you can check out for more information -- I'll enjoy being on more of them myself.

Peace begins with me,

Friday, May 27, 2011

Ho'oponopono: Can You Hear Me Now?

"It's the memory that hears, not you.  If I do my cleaning, Inspiration shows up." 
~Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len

Last weekend I had the good fortune to attend a Ho'oponopono training with Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len and Dr. Kikikipa Kretzer in Los Angeles.   Each time I attend, my experience is a little bit different, and I hear more.        

One of the things I heard this time (which could have been said before, but I had missed it!), was Dr. Hew Len repeating the above about "hearing."  We think we hear accurately, but we don't.

Our ears deliver air pressure changes and bone vibration, which is transformed into neurological impulses  by our auditory nerves.  Our brain receives and processes these.  It matches these impulses with what it has already experienced before, checking to see if they signal danger or not.  Perhaps it might be food, or a territorial threat.  It interprets these impulses and passes them along to the rest of our body, accordingly.  

Though it only takes milliseconds, interpretation is still involved  -- and that makes all the difference.  Because the basic impulses are processed through our memory-rich minds, we can distort whole interactions in those milliseconds, never realizing we're doing it.  We can't help it, because it's the way we're engineered.  Our brains/minds are built to compare and file things into some kind of order, so that our world makes sense to us.

Unfortunately, the "sense" created may be way, way off from the original message transmitted.  Sometimes we can tell how sick we are, by the "sense" we create.  In homeopathy, the more rigid it is, the more stuck (and ill) we are.  Ho'oponopono sees this not as being "sick", but as simply being full of memories that throw us off course. 

Regardless, the only way to deal with this situation, explained Dr. Hew Len patiently, is to take 100% responsibility for our memories (or our filing system, as I'm mentioning here), recognizing that it is flawed.  As beings we are perfect.  It's the memories, or data in us that gums up the works.

We can take 100% responsibility, and then can choose to clean.  We can say to our Inner Child, "I'm sorry [for being unconscious, for the error in me]."  If we befriend and care for our Inner Child (or Subsconscious), it can connect with our Superconscious, so that all 3 parts of us -- Conscious, Subconscious, and Superconscious -- are aligned.  "Mother, Father, Child as One."

Then whatever memories might be ready for cleaning can be churned up from the Subconscious.  We don't consciously know what they are.  But our Superconscious, always in perfect harmony with Divinity, can receive and order these memories in the best way possible so that Divinity can do Its work -- forgiving and transmuting them into pure light.  Zero.  Then Divinity fills up the space with "Mana," or divine energy.

Not a bad exchange, I'd say.  :-)

Perhaps we can better comprehend need for this with so-called "bad" memories -- the ones we judge as "toxic", painful, angering, etc.  But someone in the group wanted to know if we need to clean with "good" memories too?   Wouldn't these be okay to keep -- since they make us feel "good"?

"There's no such thing as a good memory," replied Dr. Hew Len.  "You have to give up the world, even good memories.  All of them take us back to another time -- we're not present."

"Only when we're nothing ["Zero"] can Inspiration show up," he went further.  "No thought is contented.  When the mind is in memory, it suffers, and the Subconscious (Inner Child) suffers."

I took notes, because I knew I wouldn't remember correctly.  It's too much wisdom in a gulp.  My mind wants to think it knows, but it doesn't.  "You have to get clueless," he shared.  Coming from a man who admits to having thousands of questions himself, this need for becoming clueless comes through even more powerfully for me.

Some people also wonder if there's any possible chance to get completely clean [of memories, etc]?  "You've got to start," Dr. Hew Len replied, "or you will never be free.  The process cannot start unless you begin."

Finally I feel it's not cleaning to get somewhere, or to "do" anything, but it's assuming my task without complaint.  With dignity and peace, even -- at least for now.  I'm glad I have my notes, memories though they be.  They can remind me to start again.  And again, and again, and again.  I'm sure glad Divinity is patient with me.

Peace begins with me,


Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Ho'oponopono, Homeopathy, and that Precious "Zero" State

Dr. Joe Vitale and Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len

Listening to a patient yesterday, I was struck yet again with the overlap between what I do as a homeopathic physician, and Ho'oponopono.

The woman described a situation where she had been extremely upset, lost in an avalanche of emotion.  One painful feeling tapped into another, defenses erupted, and she felt herself flame up like a bonfire, unable to stop or let go. Even though something inside told her "this is not right -- back off," she couldn't.

The specific triggers could be different for each of us, but this is what it's generally like when we lose our center.  Very important in this scenario: even while this woman was immersed in her swirl of pain,  part of her stood outside and could "watch", or witness, what was happening.  She had not been aware of that previously.

The homeopathic remedy I had given her -- a deep-acting one prescribed specifically for her individual disturbance -- gave relief when she re-dosed herself.  Homeopathic remedies stimulate our own innate healing capacities (or Vital Force), and this takes over to bring us back to center again.  This Vital Force is always present in us.  Always.

This doesn't mean our disturbances won't still "flare" from time to time.  On the path of healing, they do.   When we're healthy, we're resilient enough to deal with things without getting lost in an emotional avalanche.  Or even if we do temporarily "lose it", we can re-equilibrate within a short time.

An accurate remedy is there to support us when we can't seem to find our center on our own.

The "zero" point in Ho'oponopono -- where we take responsibility for, and clean with anything we perceive as a problem -- allows an experience of peace, quietness, and stillness.  No more old dramas, ancient resentments, or dialogs about "what I should have said to her", blah blah blah, are running.  It's only from this point, the "zero point", that new ideas -- inspiration -- can come in.   Otherwise we are being run by the Same Old Stuff.

With true healing, we can experience more and more of this state.  Others can be as they are, and still we feel peace.  We are resilient, unperturbed.  

This is what I have seen over and over with people in their homeopathic healing process: the situations which used to drive them to distraction,  no longer do.  And in the process they learn about -- and begin to genuinely love -- themselves.    It means embracing of all things within themselves and others, all manner of strengths and failings, from a position of non-judgment. 

Grace returns.

As I listen to my patients, I am also cleaning through Ho'oponopono.  Among many other things, I often clean with my need to "help" them, and to find the "right" remedy.  As a professional, of course I want to serve people as well as I can. But I don't want to get so worked up about being "good" at what I do that it obscures what they're showing.  Seeing clearly leads precisely to a homeopathic remedy that can assist them in the manner above.

It is only from this point of "zero" -- that peace, non-judgment, and clarity -- that I can let go of my personal stuff and see what the patient is showing and telling me.  Inspiration can then come in, not anything "rote".  

And of course, we never know for sure that we're at "zero", so we keep cleaning -- asking Divinity's forgiveness for our unconsciousness, and inviting Divinity's  help.  Only Divinity can transmute -- or vaporize -- whatever memories are running within us and showing up at this time.  That's why Dr. Hew Len will always tell you:  "I'm only here to clean".  He means it.  I have taken him at his word, and practicing this process has helped me more than I can say.    

Morrnah has truly left us with a gift.    Others like Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len, Mabel Katz, IZI LLC, and Joe Vitale have helped spread this gift further throughout the world.  In my view, it's much needed.

Joe Vitale has made a new resource available: some free video clips of Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len and himself teaching about Ho'oponopono at the Zero Limits III seminar last year.  Right now, only Video #1 is available, but Joe promises two more in coming days.  I don't know if this series will ultimately end with a sales offer of some kind.  But still there is value here -- especially for the millions of people who have not yet heard about Ho'oponopono.  I like the way he highlights specific aspects of Ho'oponopono -- so far, Dr. Hew Len talking about knowing who you are, and the importance of that Zero state. 

Here's the link:    Enjoy!

Peace begins with me,

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Ho'oponopono Cleaning with Diet Coke Addiction

Ho'oponopono deals with all kinds of human problems, seeing them as distorted memories retained unconsciously within us.  

Choosing to use any of the various Ho'oponopono cleaning tools invites Divinity to "erase" these memories, transmuting them into pure energy -- bringing us back to "zero" at the same time.  Through this process, we can experience relief from suffering.
It has always intrigued me that there are cleaning tools relating to addictions, which also are seen as the manifestation of memories needing release.  All kinds of addictions -- such as smoking, alcohol, drugs, food binging and starvation, sex, and intense attachments to other persons, etc -- are examples.  

Among many cleaning tools shared at Ho'oponopono training seminars, Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len teaches about Lehua Honey -- and this one can be used with addictions.   Made from beautiful red lehua flowers growing on 'Ohi'a trees in Hawaii,  it's only available 3 months a year.  But someone was inspired with a cleaning process involving this honey, which can be eaten or used mentally.  

I asked him about this in conversation, and he casually commented that blue solar water works too.   

I don't know if he knew it, but I have long struggled with a tenacious addiction to Diet Coke.  (Perhaps this declared itself to him, as he is known to be a "seer.")   I also don't know why I drink the stuff -- it contains aspartame, a  known excitotoxin that can overstimulate and possibly damage or kill brain cells.  Who in their right mind would offer their neurons such poison?  Especially someone who knows about the science of both these substances and addiction?  Uncanny.

I have tried to stop many times.  I can desist for a week or two, always drifting back to drinking at least one can or medium-sized bottle a day.   Is this nutty or what?  No, it's like an alcoholic who tries to stop drinking when s/he knows it's damaging health, but the lure of the drug is chronic and enticing.  I've tried to substitute other carbonated waters, and colas sweetened with Stevia.  No help there either.   Only Diet Coke will do.  

On top of it, a family member was recently diagnosed with dementia.  Not only does this explain some of his erratic behavior,  but it also tells me to care more faithfully for every precious neuron I have.

So, I've been cleaning rigorously with this problem, including drinking blue solar water till it comes out my ears . . . . and elsewhere.   :-)   

Despite everything, this afternoon I had STILL not yet firmly committed to stopping my addiction.  I had continued to keep 2 liters of Diet Coke in the refrigerator, right next to my blue solar water.   It's clear:  I am very firmly in its grasp.

Along about 2 pm, I craved my "fix".  So I went to the fridge, and pulled out my first liter of deliciously cold buzz-juice.  I could almost taste the fizz in my mouth.  I twisted the cap, but it seemed stuck somehow.  I kept working with it until my hand was sore.  Strange.  No matter, I thought. I'll just set this one aside and use the other for now.

I pulled out liter #2 . . . tried to twist open the cap . . . and it wouldn't open either!  How in the world could this be??  I got out some pliers to grip the bottle cap more fiercely.  They kept slipping.  I tried knocking the bottle top on the counter -- no results.   Both bottle caps sat there tauntingly, with nary a sign of my battle.  It was a standoff.

Then I realized -- whoa!  Could there be a message in this, at all?  hmmmm.  Those Diet Coke bottles had been right next to my blue solar water ones.   Maybe I'll try some of that.  The bottle opened easily, no problem. And the water itself tasted DELICIOUS!   It always does, to me . . . except this time, I'd been wanting Diet Coke. 

Remarkably, after a glass of fresh, cold blue solar water, the Diet Coke lost its appeal.  Rather, it seemed that this water was much nicer tasting to me.

I don't know how the next few days will go, but I threw out the Diet Coke and don't plan to buy any more.  Before today, I've never had any trouble whatsoever opening a bottle of it.  I could imagine this happening with one bottle, but TWO??  No, to me something's going on.  Ho'oponopono is like that: very, very weird.  I'm thanking my Inner Child as well, knowing she must have been doing some powerful cleaning too.

And, I'm making more blue solar water as soon as the sun comes up in the morning.  We'll be going through a lot more of it, from now on. 

Thank you Morrnah, for updating Ho'oponopono as you did -- and thank you Dr. Hew Len, for seeing into me.   And if anyone reading this has a similar addiction, thank you also for cleaning along with me.

Peace begins with me,

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Ho'oponopono: Drinking the Tears of the Clouds

 "Next time you have a swig of water, remember that you're drinking the tears of the clouds."

~Martha Beck, life coach, author, and social scientist

Like most of the world, I have been shocked and saddened by the earthquakes, tsunamis, and radiation emissions in Japan this past week.  So much suffering, with 18,000 counted dead so far.

Radiation is contaminating spinach and milk in the Fukushima region so far, too.  The area is known for its rich farm country that feeds its nation -- including with melons, rice, and peaches.  People in Tokyo are afraid to buy fresh produce.   

Not to mention that the Kilauea volcano on Hawaii's Big Island has been spewing lava 65 feet into the air again, and civil war in Libya is expanding into international conflict.

All at the same time.

My homeopathy class met in San Diego last week, beginning on the same day of Japan's 8.9 scale earthquake.  One of my classmates is from Tokyo, and had arrived in LA the night before.  Fortunately she learned that her family was okay, and chose to move ahead with the class.

But here's a very weird synchronicity.  Our classes are planned in advance, with dates selected so that everyone can come.  Topics and cases are prepared ahead of time according to our need, not what's going on in the news.  

It so happened that for this past class our topic turned out to be radioactive elements, volcanoes, and the like.  Who knew that as we studied, Mother Nature would be displaying these very same things?  After all, these can be remedies for someone's illness.

During this same time, certain members of my family are having their own meltdowns -- seemingly not connected to all the above.  Or is it?

Along with my Ho'oponopono cleaning, I have wondered if Mother Earth herself is not cleaning.  Her work is cataclysmic in scale, while mine seems minuscule.  Am I seeing it at all, or possibly the lack of enough of it?  I don't really know.

The point is that, as Martha Beck tells in her quote above, in water we are surely one -- not only with each other, but with Nature itself.  We drink the tears of the clouds, sharing molecules with the stars and each other.  My Ho'oponopono cleaning affects molecules and memories in you, or in someone injured in Japan. 

Your cleaning helps me when I cry, and when the world cries.  In our own small spaces, we are each responsible for far more than we know -- and as we clean, the memories come off of all of us.  Even the Self-Identity Through Ho'oponopono web site appears as a white board this evening, with the word "clean" on the title bar. 

So thank you for your cleaning this day, this night.  As I drink my water, I am cleaning with all of you.

Peace begins with me,

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Ho'oponopono -- a Pathway to Hope

Sometimes we get lazy, putting off things that need regular maintenance.  Maybe it's cleaning the house, doing the dishes, balancing the checkbook, or changing the oil in the car.  

We could even put off our Ho'oponopono cleaning.  :-)  (Who, me??)

Sometimes instead of  saying "thank you", or "I love you" as we move through our day, we let our "usual" inner meditations take over.  You know the ones:  "I'm tired/bored"; "I don't have enough money"; "how dare s/he do that to me!"; "I'm a failure", and the like.  We can get very good at those, repeating them unconsciously thousands of times a day.  Mantras like these can become our constant unconscious background music  . . . and probably do, unless we're awake.

Dr. Hew Len says its impossible to stay awake all the time, because our thoughts form before we're even aware of them.  We can't predict our next thought.  Try it!  You can't.

But we CAN listen, and if we have established a good relationship with our inner child by caring for it, can trust what we hear. 

We can also relate to the "things" in our environments, such as  computers, houses, heat pumps, and cars.  Sometimes we can hear messages that need attending to -- even if others say we're crazy for listening like that.

And when seeming "troubles" come up, we can see these as opportunities to clean rather than get upset.

I have an older car with 120,000+ miles on it.  I have taken good care of it, and usually maintain it on schedule.  Several years ago it came to me that this car that had been supporting me had a name: "Esmeralda".  So Esmeralda she has been ever since.  She's carried me faithfully to work and even across the country many times.  In a way, Esmeralda talks to me -- sometimes warning me about things.

For the last 3 weeks I've been hearing:  "Take me to the Toyota place."  It's been like a gentle inner nudge I can brush away.  So due to other activities (like work, and sometimes laziness), I had not taken her there.  

This morning was different.  I woke up early and heard a much louder:  "Take me to Toyota NOW!"   Okay, okay.  Let me get a shower first. 

I drove to the Toyota place, and a nice gentleman directed me into the garage.  As soon as I rolled my window down, I smelled something odd -- like burning.  Could this be from MY car?  Surely it had to be someone else's.  I couldn't place the aroma -- it almost smelled like an electrical fire.

"Do you have an appointment?" he asked.  "No," I replied, "but my car needs a Yellow Service  (oil change, regular checking out, rotate tires, etc)."  "That's okay," he said.  "We can fit you in."

"Do you smell anything from my car?" I asked him.  He sniffed and shook his head no.   With a vaguely uneasy feeling, I took my book and walked into the waiting area -- saying "thank you" many, many times.

Sometime later, the same man returned.   "Your valve cover gaskets are leaking -- there's oil all over the engine.  That may have been what you smelled!"  Of course, this had to be fixed. The total bill was ~$700, most of which was labor. 

In the past, I might have gone to victim mode -- "Why me?" "Does the Universe hate me?"  The afternoon would have been miserable, angry, and despairing.  

This time, the feeling was entirely different.  It was just an older car -- Esmeralda -- with needs.   I said "thank you," grateful that I had FINALLY listened to her this morning.  What worse damage could have happened with a longer delay?   I paid the bill and drove home.

I took a nap this afternoon, dreaming of Esmeralda.  There she told me clearly, "My name is Esperanza now."  Since "Esperanza" is the Spanish word for "hope", the message sank deeply into my heart.  She (and I?) are no longer like the dramatic, cast-off character from "The Hunchback of Notre-Dame" -- wounded, weary, and victimized.  We have hope now. 

Ho'oponopono does that, for me.  It's a pathway into a much healthier, less dark and negative, way of living life.   And now IZI, LLC has published its 2011 schedule of trainings.  I'm looking forward to joining in.  Are you?

Peace begins with me,

PS:  The photo is of Gold Star "Esperanza", with a Queen Monarch Butterfly nuzzling into its beautiful blooms.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Ho'oponopono: When the Spirit Moves You

Practicing Ho'oponopono can be a paradox at times.  In many ways it brings peace and balance, yet for some of us it also seems to bring more complex cleaning situations into our lives.  

In fact, some might ask whether the appearance of problems or additional complexity means one's Ho'oponopono cleaning isn't "working". 

In such cases, I always think of Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len shaking his head and remarking: "A problem is only a problem because we say it is."  After many experiences over the last few years, I really think he's right.

Since my last post, I've moved my office to a new location. This is a big undertaking for any kind of business, including a medical practice.  So many pieces need to come together, and so many people play a part! And although for several years I'd enjoyed sharing space with some delightful, very skilled therapists, the lease was running out.  

So I'd been cleaning with this situation for several months, not sure what was going to happen.  But suddenly, a beautiful opportunity with another integrative medical practice showed up. 

I double and triple-checked with my inner child, visited the building many times, met the others who also work there, and talked with the other physician in depth.  Every time she was warm and gracious, responding thoughtfully to all my questions.   I also meditated in the office I would have, asking the space itself if it was okay with my being there.   In all areas, I kept getting "yes".  Having a window was a nice plus also!  :-) 

So I signed the lease.   

The timing of the move, though, seemed a "problem" because of some simultaneous family issues back east.  My sibs and I needed to clean our family home, which meant traveling and working intensively together just days before the movers would come to my office.

It seemed a logistical nightmare . . . . cleaning (manually, not only through Ho'oponopono) a house that had been lived in for 25 years, and then returning here to move and clean my office?  Eeeeek!

Fortunately Mabel Katz had suggested some Ho'oponopono preparations to make for the office move at least, and I had been following through as best I could.

I cleaned with the address of my new office building, as well as all the people's names within it.  For this, I placed a print-out of its web site and photos of all its people under a glass of water which I changed at least twice a day.  I placed my own business card and the other physician's business card there also.  The building itself has some history, so I went through it with "Indigo, Emerald Green, Ice Blue, and White" -- focusing especially on "my" little room.  I placed a tiny Ceeport sticker in one of its corners.  

I also cleaned with the moving company and its address, using my pencil and eraser.  Its web site showed photos of each worker; I cleaned with all of these too.  Several times in meditation, I heard "lehua honey" -- so mentally used this as well. 

I meditated in my old office, thanking it for allowing my patients and me to be there.   During the general purging and letting go of no-longer-needed items, I drank blue solar water -- and while packing the things that would come with me, I used several additional cleaning tools as inspired. 

I bought a new desk to be delivered from the store, and cleaned with this business, its address, and the salesman's business card.  When it came to my new office, I placed my Ho'oponopono manual on it and left it out until moving day, so that more cleaning could take place in the room.  

The day before the move, I received an email from the moving company naming the 2 men who would work with me the next day.  With my eraser and "thank you", I cleaned again with these names.  It seemed surprising that on the actual day of the move, 2 other company employees showed up instead -- both happening to be from Hawaii!   There had been a sudden scheduling change that morning, and they hoped I didn't mind.  :-) 

I smiled both inside and out, feeling Divinity's love through the whole thing.

All the furniture and box logistics went perfectly . . . but the telephone hook-up did not.  What a laugh -- I had not cleaned with Cox Communications, since they were the same company I'd had in my old office.  Oops! 

It took multiple phone calls and emails to get things arranged correctly.   And once all was hooked up, they even ended up giving me the wrong phone number!   It took a little while to sort this out, but now I'm in my new space.  With a phone, the right number, and ability to get my messages.  Yay!

The final thing I did not do -- and realized too late that I should have -- was to clean specifically with my credit card machine.  I saw patients for an entire week, not realizing anything was amiss . . . but later discovered that the credit card deposits weren't making it to my checking account.  Yikes!  

It took 3 separate phone calls with the merchant company's technical team to get my terminal working correctly.  Maybe it would have been easier had I remembered this specific cleaning piece.   Or, maybe this "problem" was only a shadow of the actual thing needing cleaning -- and the mishaps allowed me to connect and clean with 3 more people I would never have contacted had the machine functioned perfectly.

Maybe it DID function "perfectly", if seen from another perspective -- the one that Dr. Hew Len and Mabel Katz seem to see when looking at my misadventures!  (Are you reading this, Mabel and Dr. Hew Len?  I thank you from the bottom of my heart.)

And I'm still laughing at how those amazing (and strong!) Hawaiian men showed up to move me to my new place of business.  Mahalo nui loa to them, and to Divinity.

Peace begins with me,