I've come across ho'oponopono. Anyone heard of this beautiful Hawaiian spiritual practice?
It is based on the idea that we are always replaying DATA - old memories, formed opinions, set beliefs in our heads and so as we encounter others and situations we are full of perceptions and judgements rather than being present as our essence or pure soul. The practice of ho'oponopono then is about CLEANING, letting go of dead material and being free to be spontaneous and inspired by love, our essence, or divinity. Its very much on the lines of "the power of NOW" or non-attachment in Buddhist terms.
The unique thing with ho'oponopono is there is a mantra for self cleaning and it goes like this, (directed to your enemy, your friend, your body, your family, your boss, yourself or anyone you have ever though badly of)
I LOVE YOU,
I'M SORRY,
PLEASE FORGIVE ME,
THANK YOU.
I liken this process to coming into alignment with love, what would LOVE do here? There are many ways we come back to this place of stillness and remember who we are. The book of stories I am compiling about how Spirit talks to you is all about just this. These stories of signs and momentary encounters are all incidents that bring people back to the TRUTH, I am a spiritual being. If you have a story you would like to contribute go to www.SpiritIsTalkingToYou.com.
And remember your divinity today, you are a creative and loved being and so is every person you encounter.
In and through all things Love is the message that Spirit would have us know; that we are loved, that we are love and that love is always the answer. Let the words you read here be a message for you today from the Universe that created you, perfect as you are.
Friday, February 24, 2012
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Your Story
We have many stories don't we; the story of our lives and how we come to be where we are, stories of happy times and not so happy times. Our stories solidify the conclusions we have come to about who we are and where we are in our lives - they are the words that describe who we are. Our stories are important to our identity, who would we be without them?
Now that is a good question. Who would you be without your stories? Is it a bit scary to imagine removing those stories? Who would you be if you didn’t have them?
Maybe without those stories we would be the essence of the life that we were when we were born. Imagine that. Then we had no story yet. Who were we then?
We are still that underneath our stories. In some cases our stories have dampened that vibrant, open eyed innocence and wonder. We can reclaim it. We can loosen our attachment to our stories especially if they limit us in some way.
Lately I decided to compile stories into a book, combining my stories with other people's stories of how Spirit talks to them in their lives. I struggled with the idea of myself as an author or anthologist. Who am I to do this work having been an artist all my life? Now that's a limiting idea born out of the story I tell myself. I may be new to writing but I have endless enthusiasm for this project. That enthusiasm is who I am - the essence I was born with. I have not let my story restrict the TRUTH of who I am as a creative being. Are your stories limiting you?
Now that is a good question. Who would you be without your stories? Is it a bit scary to imagine removing those stories? Who would you be if you didn’t have them?
Maybe without those stories we would be the essence of the life that we were when we were born. Imagine that. Then we had no story yet. Who were we then?
We are still that underneath our stories. In some cases our stories have dampened that vibrant, open eyed innocence and wonder. We can reclaim it. We can loosen our attachment to our stories especially if they limit us in some way.
Lately I decided to compile stories into a book, combining my stories with other people's stories of how Spirit talks to them in their lives. I struggled with the idea of myself as an author or anthologist. Who am I to do this work having been an artist all my life? Now that's a limiting idea born out of the story I tell myself. I may be new to writing but I have endless enthusiasm for this project. That enthusiasm is who I am - the essence I was born with. I have not let my story restrict the TRUTH of who I am as a creative being. Are your stories limiting you?
Check out my website www.SpiritIsTalkingToYou.com and see if there is an author in you because I believe we all have a story worth changing but we also have a story worth telling.
NAMASTE
Monday, February 13, 2012
Be your own Valentine
"Love is all you need" The Beetles
Is your inner dialogue loving?
Do you think of yourself as a loving person?
For myself I notice that the answers to these two questions conflict.
I can be least loving to myself while trying to be loving to others. It doesn't work very well.
Sometimes I notice my judgements of others as if I sat on some pedestal of virtue but really I am judging myself equally. That does not feel good either.
When I noticed this most recently I realized I am shallow breathing as if constricted in my body, holding tight somehow. Once I became aware of this physical aspect it was easy to take a deep breath to assist in the release of all restriction including the withholding of love. What a relief it was to breathe and say to myself I let it go. It worked, in this instance anyway. Nice to have that experience and know it can be that easy sometimes.
So if you recognize any of what I describe here I offer this technique to you as a Valentine gift.
Whether there is one special person in your life or not, love can be increased as your experience in any moment by remembering to breathe deeply and let life flow through you without resistance. If you are single do not resist it, find someone to compliment. If things are not ideal in your relationship, find one good aspect to be grateful for in your partner and tell them you are grateful for it.
Choose love, self first then spread it around and have a wonderful love filled Valentine's Day.
Namaste.
Is your inner dialogue loving?
Do you think of yourself as a loving person?
For myself I notice that the answers to these two questions conflict.
I can be least loving to myself while trying to be loving to others. It doesn't work very well.
Sometimes I notice my judgements of others as if I sat on some pedestal of virtue but really I am judging myself equally. That does not feel good either.
When I noticed this most recently I realized I am shallow breathing as if constricted in my body, holding tight somehow. Once I became aware of this physical aspect it was easy to take a deep breath to assist in the release of all restriction including the withholding of love. What a relief it was to breathe and say to myself I let it go. It worked, in this instance anyway. Nice to have that experience and know it can be that easy sometimes.
So if you recognize any of what I describe here I offer this technique to you as a Valentine gift.
Whether there is one special person in your life or not, love can be increased as your experience in any moment by remembering to breathe deeply and let life flow through you without resistance. If you are single do not resist it, find someone to compliment. If things are not ideal in your relationship, find one good aspect to be grateful for in your partner and tell them you are grateful for it.
Choose love, self first then spread it around and have a wonderful love filled Valentine's Day.
Namaste.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Happy Springtime
Nothing is so beautiful as spring - when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing. Gerard Manley Hopkins
I love this month because growing up in Ireland you could expect to see the first spring flowers appearing. They were always a sign of hope and that the hard winter was behind us. Snow drops and crocuses were always the first, then daffodils and primroses.
I miss that here in California where the sun can shine as strongly on any day of the year. I loose track and sometimes have to ask myself what time of the year it is. I dont have other markers such as children going back to school in the fall or set vacations in summer. Actually little about my life, as a freelance artist and writer, is set to a routine or rhythm besides night and day.
Imbolc as its called in Ireland, also known as the Feast of Brigid, on February 1 celebrates the arrival of longer, warmer days. The name means "in the belly" in the Old Irish Neolithic language, referring to the pregnancy of ewes. Lambs will soon be frolicking in the fields. New life is coming forth at every turn at this time of year. Its good to remember and allow that same energy to create newness in our minds and lives. We can do that by changing a pattern; by does something different to the usual, trying something new. Think of something you have always longed to do and just do it.
It doesn't have to be anything big; even stopping in to a neighbor and chatting a while when normally you would be too busy, would do. It was part of the Irish tradition on this day for young unmarried ladies to parade through the villages with dolls made in the likeness of St. Brigid. You never know how a small change can ripple out and renew hope and joy in your life or the life of another. Happy Springtime.
In Springtime, The Only Pretty Ring Time, Birds Sing a ding, a ding a ding,
Sweet Lovers Love The Spring.
I love this month because growing up in Ireland you could expect to see the first spring flowers appearing. They were always a sign of hope and that the hard winter was behind us. Snow drops and crocuses were always the first, then daffodils and primroses.
I miss that here in California where the sun can shine as strongly on any day of the year. I loose track and sometimes have to ask myself what time of the year it is. I dont have other markers such as children going back to school in the fall or set vacations in summer. Actually little about my life, as a freelance artist and writer, is set to a routine or rhythm besides night and day.
Imbolc as its called in Ireland, also known as the Feast of Brigid, on February 1 celebrates the arrival of longer, warmer days. The name means "in the belly" in the Old Irish Neolithic language, referring to the pregnancy of ewes. Lambs will soon be frolicking in the fields. New life is coming forth at every turn at this time of year. Its good to remember and allow that same energy to create newness in our minds and lives. We can do that by changing a pattern; by does something different to the usual, trying something new. Think of something you have always longed to do and just do it.
It doesn't have to be anything big; even stopping in to a neighbor and chatting a while when normally you would be too busy, would do. It was part of the Irish tradition on this day for young unmarried ladies to parade through the villages with dolls made in the likeness of St. Brigid. You never know how a small change can ripple out and renew hope and joy in your life or the life of another. Happy Springtime.
In Springtime, The Only Pretty Ring Time, Birds Sing a ding, a ding a ding,
Sweet Lovers Love The Spring.
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