Saturday, November 28, 2015

Ho'oponopono Blessings, from Alaska to You

I've just enjoyed a 1987 video of Morrnah Simeona and Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len conversing about Ho'oponopono, through What a wonderful gift for a Thanksgiving weekend! is making this vintage 29-minute video rentable for $1.00, until Sunday evening 11/29/15.

In it, Morrnah describes her familiarity with traditional Ho'oponopono, which translates from Hawaiian as "making things right."  Morrnah shares that Self-Identity Through Ho'oponopono is her own process, updated for modern times. She remarks that she knew this in previous lifetimes as well. Morrnah believed we all have MANY lifetimes, and that their memory traces come with us wherever we go. In fact, this residue is the root cause of all problems everywhere. 

The entire conversation is beautiful to me, as it encompasses the parts of the Self, our relationship with Divinity, healing, and health issues like diabetes, addiction, and schizophrenia. It was filmed in Alaska, and the moderator asks some very useful questions.

Both Morrnah and Dr. Hew Len emphasize that Self-Identity Through Ho'oponopono is a way to work directly with Divinity ourselves -- rather than appealing to others who, after all, have not created us. 

Making sure all three parts of the self are well-connected is the first step, and Ho'oponopono seminars explain how to do this. This process aligns us with our Creator in ways no other human can accomplish -- which may be startling for some, and liberating for others. We can each appeal to the Divinity within for cleansing and healing, even when we don't consciously understand the myriad issues showing up in our lives.

For sure though, our Creator DOES know about them and their root causes.

Dr. Hew Len describes some of his experiences with criminally psychotic patients at Hawaii State Hospital. Though employed as a clinical psychologist for 4-5 years, he did no talk therapy with these patients. Instead, he used Ho'oponopono processes to clean with his own reactions to their behaviors and histories. When other clinicians called them "crazy," he also cleaned with his own judgments about this rather than speaking directly with the people involved.

He would ask the Divinity what he needed to do within himself in connection with each of these patients (and staff) so that Divinity could do His own work with them. This self-cleansing clears the way for Divinity to transmute all problems and symptoms -- which only Divinity can do, in His own time and rhythm.

This may be one of the most difficult aspects of Ho'oponopono for us to grasp. Both Morrnah and Dr. Hew Len mention that people come into our lives in the present, because of old memories or data from the past. This is equally true of our parents, spouses, children, siblings, patients, and anyone else in our lives.  When they arrive, it's an opportunity to let go of associated "stuff" within ourselves that might show up in any form including anger, hurt, judgment, physical symptoms, addictions, etc. We can ask Divinity to correct the errors we've unwittingly committed over time (all our shared previous lives!) that show up as these issues now.  As we practice Ho'oponopono cleaning with each of these situations, the associated pain and suffering (manifesting as "problems") gradually lessens.

Who knows how many layers we're dealing with though, or what level we're at in the process? Only our Divine Creator really knows -- and that's why we may think our Ho'oponopono isn't "working." No matter what appears to be happening on the outside, our best bet is to heal the relationship between the mother and child parts of ourselves on the inside. "That's the most important relationship in creation," says Dr. Hew Len.

As a doctor, one part I contemplate deeply is why certain patients come to me, and how their healing proceeds. In medicine, I'm trained that it's up to me to figure out what each person needs, and to apply my skills in helping them achieve that. This might include various talk therapies and/or medicines -- homeopathic, but still these are medicines. In Ho'oponopono, it's my task to get myself out of the way as much as possible so that the Creator can work with them. And that's why I clean before going into the office every morning, and as I leave each evening.  Hopefully, any care I provide is then more likely to come through Divine inspiration than through my own errors. :-)

I work towards similar repentance, forgiveness, and transmutation in my personal relationships too. 

If you'd like to see a brief part of the video, here's a link -- and no, it's not an "affiliate" one. :-)  

Morrnah Simeona and Ihaleakala Hew Len, Ph.D  in Alaska from on Vimeo.

Peace begins with me,

Saturday, November 7, 2015

Ho'oponopono: to Clean or Not to Clean? Or: Who Gets the Non-Stop Flight :-)

A fool and her luggage are soon parted. -- Pam Pappas MD

Ho'oponopono is a process which can be used in ALL of life, not just sometimes.  It can cleanse memories or data from us, which would otherwise show up as problems. The trick is to remember to DO IT. Even the most caring and genuine among us can sometimes forget.

Ordinarily, Ho'oponopono preparations before an airplane trip would include gently talking with your Inner Child (or Unihipili) about where you're going -- and making sure s/he is willing to come too. You'd cover all the legs of the journey, offering protection and care. You'd do your "HA" breathing, to make sure all parts of you are connected and energized before setting out; you might use a specific cleaning tool as inspired, multiple times before leaving. Think of how you'd prepare a small child for such a trip, and you've got it.

Usually I clean with each of the steps beforehand, from door to door -- and talk with the plane when I board. Sounds weird, I know; but I do. Planes are often grateful somebody notices what all they do. Sometimes for all of this, an abbreviated process is fine.

And here's what happens when you don't do ANY process, even connecting with your Inner Child. :-(

I'd been at a coaching workshop in Asheville, and was very tired. The event ended on Friday evening, and I had a long flight home to Phoenix -- non-stop (so I thought) from Charlotte. 

Things began innocuously enough, and we even arrived in Charlotte early.  But then, we had to sit on the runway for about 20 minutes because traffic was backed up. First sign of "uh-oh." Then we ended up parking at a gate at the very end of the "E" terminal -- making it a LONG sprint to my next flight.

Coming inside, I checked the departure schedule for my next gate. There was only one flight to Phoenix listed -- showing a different flight number from the one on my ticket. Yet it was to leave within minutes of that flight.  Feeling uneasy, I wondered whether the recent US Airways merger with American Airlines had caused some change they hadn't told customers about? With no other option, I scurried over to Terminal B.  

Arriving at Gate B12, I asked the agent for help. "You're the only flight to Phoenix this evening, but your flight number is different from my ticket. Can you please tell me if something has changed?" She looked puzzled, called her manager, and then told me the flight on my ticket was at Gate D6. Indeed it wasn't listed on the departure screen, but she assured me it existed and was boarding now.

Huh? A "secret" flight? And yikes! This meant streaking back across the airport -- where crowds created a nightmarish obstacle course. As I zipped and maneuvered through folks with rollerbags, I'm sure I was part of somebody else's nightmare too.

Breathlessly jogging to Gate D6, I found the boarding well underway. The flight number was correct, but the destination was Dallas-Ft. Worth! No mention of Phoenix at all. Handing my ticket to the gate agent, I asked her about this. With an exasperated tone of voice, she told me, "It goes straight through to Phoenix, ma'am."  The crowd shuffled along obediently, me with it.

Finding my seat, I promptly fell asleep. Still no cleaning, and no talking with the plane. Woke up realizing I was hungry, and asked if they were selling those chicken wrap sandwiches they advertised? "Oh no -- all we have is snacks, ma'am." None of them looked appealing.

(Um, another step in preparing for a trip is to bring your Inner Child a bag with all needed supplies for the day. Check.)

Arriving in Dallas, we taxied to the gate. The steward FINALLY mentioned that any passengers going on to Phoenix should get off the plane and re-board. So I did -- and was still hungry. It was 10pm in DFW's airport. What quarry might there be? Some corn chips in a vending machine. Yes, I confess to eating them. May my Unihipili forgive me.

Back on the plane an hour later, there were babies crying as if their little hearts would break. I finally said "Ice Blue" -- first sign of cleaning all night. Fell asleep again, exhausted.  

Once in Phoenix, everyone migrated to the baggage carousel -- and waited, and waited, and waited. Finally it started up, letting out 3 bags . . . then stopped for about 20 minutes. Then started again . . . producing nothing. People paced, rumbling in low voices to each other. It was 12:45am, and even college co-eds looked bleary-eyed. After another 10-15 minutes, a baggage handler guy popped up from the chute, and started hauling bags up onto the carousel by hand. I could just imagine the work he had ahead of him, doing the whole flight's luggage that way.  I said to myself, "Ice blue."

From somewhere in the ceiling rang a voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, there's been a -- a baggage jam -- for Flight 894. We ask your patience while we get your luggage to the carousel." Then they announced a change to another carousel . . . which released a few more bags.  While this was happening, bags started appearing (unannounced) on the original carousel. Everybody shuffled back and forth to collect their belongings. 

I waited until the last bag came . . . and mine was not there.  By now it was around 1:20am -- and those of us remaining had to search out the baggage office. Long line there, and only 1 agent at first. Then 2 more materialized.

My turn came, and I told the nice lady that my bag had a purple ribbon tied on the handle.  "Purple?" she repeated. "Purple," I said.

She disappeared into the bowels of baggage claim -- and came out with my bag!  "Where was it?" I asked. "Back in our office," she replied. "No -- I mean it wasn't on the carousel," I said. "Well, it got here before you did." "Before me?" "Yes -- they put it on the other flight from Charlotte and it arrived 2 hours ago."

This means my luggage got the non-stop trip to Phoenix, that I thought I had purchased when buying my ticket. The flight number it rode in on, left from the first gate in Charlotte that I'd tried (and failed) to fly out from.

So this, my friends, is what happens when you forget to do your cleaning. I'd started to feel irritable with the airline -- but suddenly, when my bag didn't show up, I realized the truth. I thought of Morrnah's leaving so many wonderful prayers and processes for us. I remembered Ihaleakala, Kamaile, Mabel, and everyone else who has ever taught me how to clean. What a night of, um -- accentuated learning! 

My Inner Child and I went home, holding hands with our suitcase. I'd say it did a better job cleaning than me. :-)  And I'll do my job next time, for sure.
Peace begins with me,

Saturday, October 31, 2015

Ho'oponopono: Changing situations, or changing ourselves?

Ho'oponopono is an ancient Hawaiian method of problem solving and stress release, which Kahuna Lapa'au Morrnah Simeona updated for modern use. Practiced consistently, it can change everything about our lives. Yet instead of focusing on outer situations, the focus is entirely on working with ourselves.

On top of that, there's complete acceptance of whatever shows up -- with no need for self-flagellation about past "mistakes." We simply recognize that the problems present opportunities for release, nothing more. Practicing the Ho'oponopono process is embracing Divinity's constant presence and helpfulness in our lives. Accepting that we are not "in charge" (Divinity is!) opens the very doorway to all possibility inside and outside of us. It's both miraculous and enigmatic at the same time. 

I've attended multiple more Ho'oponopono trainings over the past year, and have been pondering them deeply. One question many ask: "Why shouldn't we teach this to others who don't know about it?" 

It's a sensible enough question -- after all, here's a wonderful way to deal with the seeming problems in our day-to-day lives. Why wouldn't we want to tell everybody in our lives about it?  I love the response from Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len below:

"Why would you want to teach it if you're the problem? If you teach something to somebody who's not ready for it, it could come back and slam you in a way that you would not want . . . I don't mean to be threatening, but it's incredible what will come back and slam you. Whatever you put out will come out and get you."

You can hear the entire interchange here.

Many of us want to be the bearers of "good news" for our friends, family, and others. We forget to practice the Ho'oponopono cleaning ourselves, before speaking -- and that's when we get into trouble. Ho'oponopono holds that it's the data IN US that causes whatever issues we might think we see in others. (And that makes us think, "gosh, they need to clean.") :-)  Our views of other people and situations can be skewed by the unconscious memories we carry. If we just take care of that as best we can inside, that's plenty. 

Often it's our ego wanting validation -- not inspiration from Divinity -- that pushes us to say or do things. We can tell when this is the case, because we get irritated if others make fun of, or don't seem to listen to, what we're saying.  We get hurt feelings if others don't seem to appreciate our efforts. 

If instead we clean first before saying or doing anything, we're less likely to get into this kind of trouble. 

Dr. Hew Len refused to teach Ho'oponopono to anyone, unless they asked for this first. This has always been his stance, even when he was working at Hawaii State Hospital in the 1980's. No matter how much of a saving grace Ho'oponopono might be for anyone, Morrnah showed him that teaching without being asked was out of alignment with Divinity -- and could throw everyone off. 

I think of this in my own life also, both individually and professionally. In my office, it's extremely important that my patients learn to align with the Creator inside themselves, rather than anything I might say to them. I would much rather them receive help from their Creator, than me! The same is true with every other person I meet as well. I don't have to say anything at all about Ho'oponopono -- I just need to do my own cleaning.

This is what students agree to in writing, before attending any Ho'oponopono training with IZI, LLC. We sign a release stating that we will not teach or share their copyrighted materials without written permission. In contrast, some people purport to teach others this process online. Some even create and sell their own "Ho'oponopono products." I don't know whether they've asked for this written permission from IZI, LLC or not. I also don't know whether they've done the necessary preparation and spiritual cleaning to use the materials the way they do. Only Divinity knows. 

I've considered what I myself am doing by writing about Ho'oponopono. In this blog, I share only about my own experiences, and am not teaching anything at all.  I am no authority.  I am a sincere person and physician, engaged in my own ongoing healing process. My writing is part of the way I heal, and in doing this I'm taking care of my own self. If anyone finds usefulness in their own lives, it can be positive. Still, I refer people to IZI, LLC for further information. 

Peace begins with me,