Hello and welcome to the June 2011 issue of Horizons Magazine. It's June already and the weather has just now begun to get hot enough for me to turn on the a/c. This is when I love living in Florida. As long as the weather stays cool through April, I'm thrilled because that means we got 6 months of not hot, not humid weather. Anything more than that is a bonus. Plus, remember that also means we will have an easy hurricane season. That's one thing the weather forecasters fail to mention when they are talking about every storm that blips onto their screen.
I was at my friend Joy's house 3 weeks ago and her tv was on, showing the flooding in Tennessee and Mississippi. I think a little Ho'oponopono is in order for the rising waters. I know that everything in my world is my responsibility, simply because I'm aware of it. "I forgive you and for whatever my (unknown/karmic) part in the situation, I ask forgiveness, I thank you for your part in my life and I love you." Really.
Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len was a psychologist at the Hawaii State Hospital who -- without ever seeing a patient in person -- cured a ward of criminally insane patients using an ancient Huna technique. Dr. Lew would study an inmate's chart and then look within himself to see how he created that person's illness. As he took responsibility, asked forgiveness and expressed gratitude, he improved himself and the patients improved.
Dr. Len never saw his patients. His agreement was he would have an office and he would review the patient files. While he looked at those files, he would work on himself. As he worked on himself, patients began to heal.
Dr. Len says he "was simply healing the part of me that created them." Dr. Len explained that total responsibility for your life means that everything in your life is your responsibility, simply because it appears in your life. In a literal sense your entire world is your creation. That has been my experience as well. I've seen it too many times to not believe.
Esoterically, water symbolizes our individual and collective emotions, so it's no surprise that flooding is happening in many areas now. We can help, whether you believe in the process or not. Just say it with the intent to mean it: "I forgive you and for whatever my (unknown/karmic) part in the situation, I ask forgiveness, I thank you for your part in my life and I love you."
When you begin to live as a Soul, it becomes automatic to do the Ho'oponopono work and to say a prayer for any person or situation as they arise. When I hear a siren, I say a prayer for the first responder, for the patient and for their family. It becomes automatic.
When you begin to live as a soul, it's not that your problems disappear, it's just that you no longer see them as problems. When you begin to live as a soul, doors open where you didn't know there were doors, and you get glimpses into windows you didn't know existed. When you begin to live as a soul, you synchronistically run into the right people at the right time and one random act of kindness can reap you rewards that will blow you away.
Whatever is happening is the right happening
World undergoing change? What's new? I'm not worried. I figure whatever is happening is the right happening and I'm always in the right place at the right time. Plus I have zero evidence to the contrary. 'sall good!
I spent Mothers Day alternating lazing about doing some yard work. It was one of those days when the mood flows in and out of euphoria, a beautiful sunny spring day, 80 degree weather, jays and cardinals in the sprinkler at the east garden bird bath, wrens and doves at the bird bath in the courtyard. For awhile there was a lot of bird calling and squirrels chattering when the young hawks came on the scene, but they didn't stay long. I raked the dried oak leaves into mulch for the plants in the yard. I'm a firm believer in mulch. My jungle yard is proof it works.
I pulled a few wheelbarrows full of wedelia and ferns out of the garden area to the left of the front walkway under the giant oak, and raked another few wheelbarrowsful of dried oak leaves out of there, using it as mulch for the giant philodendron and turk's cap and bottlebrush in the front berm. My cats Izzy and YinYang lazed about under the bamboo.
I pruned back the spent palmetto fronds on the east path into the backyard. I cut back more of the eleagnus around my back porch and located the yellow jacket hive I'd disturbed last sunset and gotten 3 good stings for it. I dispatched the hive and was careful in cutting the eleagnus not to disturb any cardinal nests that might be hidden inside. I left the eleagnus cuttings on the ground to be dealt with another day. I'll probably just run over them with my mulching mower and rake them underneath the shrub. I've never had luck transplanting eleagnus.
I watered the plants and trees along the property line, the crepe myrtle, the arbovitae, the oaks, the turk's cap, the arbicola, the mulberry, the loquats. I set the sprinkler out front to water in the grass near the road and the privacy line of loquats. I moved one of the tables on the front driveway to a spot closet to the road, so I could add a chair at sunset. I rearranged plants atop the table as a privacy hedge so I could have full view of the street yet not be facing and staring into my front neighbor's property. It was dusk as I moved the sprinkler and I heard a passing neighbor kid say as they rode by on bikes, "Look, she's out in the yard." Sheesh, I've become the neighborhood weird old chick that kids ride by to catch a glimpse of�
I'd doused myself in Skin So Soft so the misquitoes were not troublesome. They were out and so were the bats, buzzing about, sonaring so close you could hear their wings flap and think you're being dive bombed. You're not being targeted, they know where you are, it's dinnertime and they're just eating misquitoes.
It was a perfect golden day and a perfect waxing moon evening. I feel so blessed that I'm the one who gets to life my life. Life is good and it keeps getting better. Do I believe it because I experience it, or do I experience it because I believe it?
June 19th is Father's Day. That's a day when a lot of pent up emotion is at play in our part of the world and we all get affected by it on some level via the global mental plane, or the collective unconscious.
I know so many people dealing with issues from childhood with an abusive or absent father. To that I say, yes it might have been horrible, but it's over and you can make a choice not to run the old movies in your head about him.
Why do we do this? When you take trash to the curb, do you keep bringing it back in the house, tearing open the bag and inventorying it so you can be shocked at what used to be in the house and what you just brought back in? Or do you realize that you will not get left at the curb with the trash, but will in fact be better able to live in the house without it?
It's hard for some to separate the "stuff" from the person because we have assumed for so long that the stuff is the person. So at this point, it's only living in your head. Get rid of it. No matter what your father has done, call him. Really. Forgive him. Really. You don't have to hang with him, but get over it and get on with it.
I didn't always get along with my dad as I was growing up. My brothers and I were typical ungrateful kids who didn't realize how hard our parents worked for us, or how much of their own lives they sacrificed to provide for us. My dad could be verbally abusive, although no worse than most. I see that now. At the time, however, I thought I hated him for being so mean and restrictive. He never smacked me unless I was really disrespecting and backtalking him and egging him on. I searched my journal and found an entry from 1985, after I'd grown up a little bit, and gotten over myself:
Happy Father's Day, Daddy.
You were unfair when I as a child, yet through my childlike eyes I judged you for it and saw not that you, too, were merely a victim and in your ignorance knew no other way to treat me.
Now that we're both older and wiser, we don't have those problems, or at least the confrontations no longer take place. Perhaps you are cowed at my own empowerment, or maybe I'm just a more formidable foe now. A man who mistreats a child is not to be hated, rather we should extend compassion for his lack of control.
So now we silently sit together five times a year, the Hallmark card placed like a holy icon between us, hoping to heal the past without mentioning it. I accept your unspoken apology as I see how frail you've become. Not so much in body, but in spirit. Beaten down from your own abuses coming back to haunt you, I needn't add to the burden, nor can I voice my forgiveness. You understand. We understand each other now and that's enough. And today, finally, I love you very much.
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Daddy was an interesting character. In the February 2003 Horizons Magazine, I wrote that my elder brother Jerry had contacted me via email after 37 years. This was a surprise to me, considering that Daddy told me in the late 60s that Jerry had died in Vietnam. They'd had a falling out and apparently Jerry, age 18, was deemed the black sheep and got banished. In the meantime, he's been raising his own family and having his own father/son experiences, which I am sure are a trip.
Happy Father's Day, my Bratly Brother!
I'm so glad we're back in contact. We joke that we're really twins since we are so much alike, despite having been separated for almost 40 years. We both have studied various spiritual paths, both studied hypnosis and NLP, read many of the same authors, enjoy many of the same ideas and opinions. We play psychic games and test each other. He's very psychic as well, which can be aggravating when I want to be secretive. He's the best brother a girl could have, fer shizzle.
HAPPY SUMMER SOLSTICE! Summer solstice celebrates the earth, the feminine, and the yin forces. It's the longest day of the year and marks the first day of Summer in the northern hemisphere. In ancient times it was considered a time of fullness of life, worldly blessings and celebration. The beginning of summer represents a time for purification, renewal of the self, a time to release the sadness, fears and pains from your life. A time for purification and renewed energy. I'm ready for that.
Enjoy our offering this month. Hari Om.
