I think mostly the teacher who taught me Ho’oponopono is my son. He has an incredible level of resistance, in life. He carries anger, frustration, bitterness, though we are sweet and kind to him. His pain in his body, in his soul, has to have release. Probably most people who know him might have a hard time believing what a volcano he can be. Perhaps we are far different than others see on the outside.
So I recognized, this is me, how do I have this same principle active in myself? I started looking at this familial woundedness, where did it come from? What did it want? And though I have the ability to find the roots, see and re-experience the roots of past lives, of both myself and my son, I found this gave me information, but not answers.
I found these injuries felt wronged, unheard, belligerent from lifetimes of rejection and hurt. And I was taking a Ho’oponopono course at the time. I discovered the principle of Ho’oponopono – that I can apologize for anything, any wrong, known or unknown, a lifetime ago or yesterday. I can offer the compassion of god to these pains. The prayer brings validation, recognition, and release to pains that could otherwise remain festering.
Psychologists believe and offer that all our foibles are resulting from this lifetimes experiences. My work is about the previous lives, and the psychology of those experiences that linger in us, when we might not be able to understand who we are, without knowing those past selves. Ho’oponopono offers a solution above and beyond this endless rooting in the past, searching to unplug from pain by addressing it over and over.
Ho’oponopono offers that we can dissolve these memories, this data, that we have accumulated. It offers to access divine energies directly, to allow these past damages to fall away. Each time we use this method, we strengthen in our own ability to embody our responsibility for our equivalent stories, which again fall away with the prayer, with cleaning.
My son will be boiling with the indignity of bath night. from experience, I know well the futility of arguing the necessity, the normality, the argument that Dad takes a bath every day, that the Prinipal of the school takes a bath everyday.
If I sit and ask him, “Tell me everything wrong with this idea.” I listen. He bursts forth with vitriol unlike what you might imagine anyone could feel about bath time. I listen calmly. Sometimes I repeat it back. “It’s not like the pool. Yes. I see. It’s not like the pool. Can’t we take shampoo to the pool? I see. Don’t you think the swimmers might be a little grossed out? (smile!) Yah. ICK! “
I am so humbly grateful for the Ho’oponopono course and all the many epiphanies I have experienced. How liberating for myself, to see the rude, angry darkness inside myself, and find a path that leads both myself and my son, to ta brighter place.