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Maria Jamiesondraws our attentionto a unique slant on prayer


During 2006, I wrote to our Australian Prime Minister, requesting that he make moves to preserve the forests of Tasmania, Borneo and Amazon because they are the lungs of the Earth. I definitely felt as though I’d drawn a blank there. Then someone inside me said, “Pray for the Earth.” I did not know how to do this and asked to be shown.

Soon afterwards, I joined a prayer healing group, but, because it didn’t feel like the right one for me, I left it, but not before giving my email address to just the right person, who later sent me information about a kind of prayer I had not encountered before. I was certain that this was meant to come to me for the purpose of praying for the environment. The way I used it went like this:

Mother Earth, I’m sorry for the damage we’ve done.  Please forgive me. I love you, God bless you”.

As though to give me encouragement, snow fell on our worst bushfires the very next day. In summer! I kept it up for six months and then the impetus to do it just went…I had the impression that it had become someone else's duty after that. I’m a therapist, and I went on to use it silently and effectively for clients, adjusting the words to “Sorry for the suffering of your life.” In fact. I use it at the drop of a hat now, as soon as I notice something not right with my fellow man. She then goes on to share the following article by Joe Vitale that inspired her to pray in this way:


Two years ago, I heard about a therapist in Hawaii who cured a complete ward of criminally insane patients--without ever seeing any of them. The psychologist would study an inmate's chart and then look within himself to see how he created that person's illness. As he improved himself, the patient improved.

When I first heard this story, I thought it was an urban legend. How could anyone heal anyone else by healing himself? How could even the best self-improvement master cure the criminally insane? It didn't make any sense. It wasn't logical, so I dismissed the story.

However, I heard it again a year later. I heard that the therapist had used a Hawaiian healing process called ho 'oponopono. I had never heard of it, yet I couldn't let it leave my mind. If the story was at all true, I had to know more. I had always understood 'total responsibility' to mean that I am responsible for what I think and do. Beyond that, it's out of my hands. I think that most people think of total responsibility that way. We're responsible for what we do, not what anyone else does--but that's wrong.

The Hawaiian therapist who healed those mentally ill people would teach me an advanced new perspective about total responsibility. His name is Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len. We probably spent an hour talking on our first phone call. I asked him to tell me the complete story of his work as a therapist. He explained that he worked at Hawaii State Hospital for four years. That the 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 that ward with their backs against the wall, afraid of being attacked by patients. It was not a pleasant place to live, work, or visit. 

Dr. Len told me that he never saw the patients. He agreed to have an office and to review their files. While he looked at those files, he would work on himself. As he worked on himself, patients began to heal.

"After a few months, patients that had to be shackled were being allowed to walk freely," he told me. "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." I was in awe. "Not only that," he went on, "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 to work. Today, that ward is closed."

This is where I had to ask the million dollar question: "What were you doing within yourself that caused those people to change?" He said "I was simply healing the part of me that created them." I didn't understand. Dr. Len explained that total responsibility for your life means that everything in your life—simply because it is in your life—is your responsibility. In a literal sense the entire world is your creation. Whew. This is tough to swallow. Being responsible for what I say or do is one thing. Being responsible for what everyone in my life says or does is quite another. Yet, the truth is this: if you take complete responsibility for your life, then everything you see, hear, taste, touch, or in any way experience is your responsibility because it is in your life. This means that terrorist activity, the president, the economy or anything you experience and don't like--is up for you to heal. They don't exist, in a manner of speaking, except as projections from inside you. The problem isn't with them, it's with you, and to change them, you have to change you. I know this is tough to grasp, let alone accept or actually live. Blame is far easier than total responsibility, but as I spoke with Dr. Len, I began to realize that healing for him and in ho' oponopono means loving yourself. "If you want to improve your life, you have to heal your life. If you want to cure anyone, even a mentally ill criminal you do it by healing you." I asked Dr. Len how he went about healing himself. What was he doing, exactly, when he looked at those patients' files? "'I wrote their name and I just kept saying, 'I'm sorry' and 'I love you' over and over again," he explained. "That's it?"… "That's it." Turns out that loving yourself is the greatest way to improve yourself, and as you improve yourself, you improve your world. Let me give you a quick example of how this works: one day someone sent me an email that upset me. In the past I would have handled it by working on my emotional hot buttons or by trying to reason with the person who sent the nasty message. This time, I decided to try Dr. Len's method. I kept silently saying, 'I'm sorry' and 'I love you,' I didn't say it to anyone in particular. I was simply evoking the spirit of love to heal within me what was creating the outer circumstance. Within an hour I got an e-mail from the same person. He apologized for his previous message. Keep in mind that I didn't take any outward action to get that apology. I didn't even write him back. Yet, by saying 'I love you,' I somehow healed within me what was creating him. I later attended a ho 'oponopono workshop run by Dr. Len. He's now 70 years old, considered a grandfatherly shaman, and is somewhat reclusive. He praised my book, The Attractor Factor. He told me that as I improve myself, my book's vibration will raise, and everyone will feel it when they read it. In short, as I improve, my readers will improve. "'What about the books that are already sold and out there?" I asked. 'They aren't out there," he explained, once again blowing my mind with his mystic wisdom. "They are still in you." In short, there is no out there. It would take a whole book to explain this advanced technique with the depth it deserves. Suffice it to say that whenever you want to improve anything in your life, there's only one place to look: inside you. When you look, do it with love.

Our Australian sister, who is an EFT therapist, concludes : This is powerful…simply by saying: " 'Name' I'm sorry for your suffering, please forgive me I love you, God bless you" about four times, resulted in:

A tattooed and pierced young waiter who’d been impolite and surly when serving my friend and I, after we both did the ho'oponopono for him while he was in the kitchen, came out smiling and gave us free dessert! This was my first proof of the miracle of this Hawaiian healing prayer. The second proof was connected with a lady’s inability to overcome a feeling of chaos and shame. I knew that she lived in rooms filled with mess and rubbish which she could neither sort nor clean. Within hours of my doing h'oponopono for her, (about four times) she went through the place singing with joy and overcame the mess accompanied by a great feeling of being lovable. Although I didn't tell her I'd prayed, the following day she sought me out, feeling that she wanted to tell me all about it and give me a hug. This was the second proof. What she saw as the third proof was the story of the snow falling which began entry.


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