Ho’oponopono

From David Wilcock’s The Source Field Investigations:

Dr. Hew Len, a Hawaiian psychiatrist, discovered a technique that substantially increased health and happiness in the psychiatric ward he managed. It did not start out well: “That ward where they kept the criminally insane was dangerous. Psychologists quit on a monthly basis. The staff called in sick a lot or simply quit. People would walk through the ward with their backs against the wall, afraid of getting attacked by patients.”

His job allowed him to be completely isolated from the ward – he reviewed patients’ case files to suggest medication and/or treatment plans with the staff. Nonetheless, by simply holding each patient’s file in his hand and practicing the “Ho’oponopono” technique, he got results.

After a few months, patients that had to be shackled were being allowed to walk freely. Others who had to be heavily medicated were getting off their medications. And those who had no chance of ever being released were being freed.

Not only that, but the staff began to enjoy coming to work. Absenteeism and turnover disappeared. “We ended up with more staff than we needed, because patients were being released, and all the staff was showing up for work. Today, that ward is closed.”

What exactly was Dr. Len doing while he reviewed each patient’s file? He simply took on their pains and problems as if they were his own, and worked on healing those issues within himself. He was practicing his own variation of the Hawaiian spiritual practice called Ho’oponopono.

Go inside, to wherever you feel hurt by a particular person or issue, and then say each of these four statements with as much feeling as possible – thinking through the real reasons why you genuinely feel this way:

I love you.   I am sorry.   Please forgive me.   Thank you.

That’s all it takes. You heal the other person by healing yourself. This apparently works because in the greater sense, you are both sharing the same Mind.

The Girlfriends of God

…they do not fear; neither do they know heartbreak.

I have known only three Girls during this lifetime.

The characteristic of Girls is emotional innocence, which Girls want to keep no matter what; Artemis firing the arrow of Truth, rather than Venus on the half-shell. And Supergirls have the superpower of Invulnerable Innocence, as described by A.H. Almaas.

Because we believe our dead world, our dead mind, we are afraid of this innocence. This innocence scares the hell out of us, scares the hell out of the person in the mind, because when it appears, this innocence has an effect like the sun coming out from behind the cloud: immediate incineration of the dark world. More specifically, to be innocent like that, to understand or to be in that condition of absolute innocence also means that we must be defenseless; we cannot be innocent and have defenses. We have to be absolutely without protection – even the protection of our ideas. We have to be completely vulnerable. (Diamond Heart Book 4, pg 147)

Invulnerable Innocence is a very deep element of reality, or to put it another way, a particularly profound Name of God. All the Names are deep, but some of them are easier to access from the human form than others. Luckily, the Girls, the Joan of Arcs, the Rabias, the Persephones, are there to carry the banner a little further into the World with each life.

Dervish Song

It may be said: “They came in vain”
Let it not be that they came in vain.

We leave this, the bequest, to you;
We finished what we could, we left the rest to you.

Remember, this work is entrusted –
Remember, beloved, we shall meet again.

Stained Glass Windows

Is what we are.

From the olive drab of the legionnaires, to the sky-blue of the scholar. The Light hits all the elements in a divided consciousness but each element only admits part of the light. The leaden frame shows the earthbound divisions of the primate mind, separating what should be united.

The result can be a glowing masterpiece or a meaningless scramble of disparate colors.

The Beans

I was out today in the garden.

I had my beans with me. Most are Scarlet Runners, with their enormous ’60s psychedelic purple and black seed habit, and the rest were humble Kentucky Wonder pole beans.

I looked down at them. After two days soaking, and another four in wet paper towels, they were sprouted and ready to plant. They had been dormant, like dried mummies, but water woke them. At my command.

You’re expecting to me to say that the influence of God is like water on a bean, to quicken it and vivify it with Qualities. True enough, but another time.

The Koran describes a day of judgement where Allah hears testimony about the deceased. It is said that on that Day, dogs will bark to endorse their masters, while cats will rush in with “fire on their tails” to help burn their former masters. In modern times, we say, “A dog sees that its caregivers feed it, and give it water and companionship. The dog thinks: they must be Gods. A cat sees that its caregivers feed it, and give it water and companionship. The cat thinks: I must be God.”

The purple and black is rich beside the white of the bean root. Their life swells in them. What will my beans say if they are called by prosecuting angels or defending Shayks?

The baby limas appear in tears, making wracking, heart-breaking sobs as they mill around the Throne. “He picked us up, dumped us out of our beds. Soaked us to awaken us; he promised us water. For love of You, we believed him and in all innocence we drank and drank and grew. We gave him our only chance at life, and he planted us where ugly slugs ate at our leaves and crippled us. He forgot about us and stopped watering us, so we died from mutilation and thirst in the summer sun.”

No, we are not going to be responsible for the quality of hosting fecal bacteria, or any of the other thousands of species of commensal bacteria on and in our poor bodies. But when God looks into you, your heart becomes softer than jello. You have everything, so what can be better than giving it all away? You will still have It. You will want to care for a sprouting bean as if it was the Christ Child.

The Heart Center

I was initiated into the Naqshbandi Order of Sufis over twenty years ago. As part of the Sufi training, I was directed to develop the three centers of the human being: the Head, the Heart, and the Body. This blog is a record of the Heart Path.

My thanks to A.H. Almaas for the image of a rose opening endlessly.