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,
Pam


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,
Pam