For The Love of Water

            I love the water.  I don’t know of anyone or any other creature on this earth that does not love the water.  My cat has even jumped into my swimming pool before, so don’t give me any lip.  I love the water so much, that my love brought me here to Pensacola, Florida.

            I never imagined living along the Red Neck Rivera would provide such an education as I have obtained in the past seventeen years, but it has been a magical journey indeed.  

            In 2010, the Deepwater Horizon blew up and splashed my white crystal beach with black oil and tar.  I became so depressed and angry.  It still brings tears to my eyes when I think back upon that moment in time.

            But I was blessed beyond imagination, for I had met this lady who was so wise that she had the face of an eagle.  She shared with me the writings of Masaru Emoto, who basically proved that water has memory.   It just hasn’t found a human vase to hold it yet. 

            Different parts of the human body hold more water than other parts, but essentially the human body is roughly 90% water.  What Emoto’s experiments showed was that when good words such as love, forgiveness, and peace were introduced to the water, it would crystallize into these lovely clear shapes.  But when negative words such as hate, anger and even the name Hitler were introduced, the water became cloudy and distorted when it crystallized.  And if water in a container was affected in such a manner, imagine the cause and effect on a human being.

            And this ladies and gentlemen is how I learned to save my world.  In this photo you will see a container of water; they are the same; same container, same water.  On the left is, unfortunately, the water I collected on Good Friday; it doesn’t look well at all.  The surf was really kicking that day.  The picture on the right is what it looks like three months later, after I shook it up in an attempt to duplicate the water as the day I found it.   Except, I have been meditating and praying over the water for the past three months.  Notice the difference?

                      

           I can see quite a difference in the two photos.  And I didn’t spend any great amount of time on it.  I usually focus on the water for a minute after my morning prayers (for three months in this instance).   I taped positive words to the jar, as if the water is reading them.  Then I dress her up with some amethyst beads and a really pretty shell I came across on the west coast, and even a feather I found on the beach the day I collected the water.  And the day I return the water to the Gulf of Mexico, I will meditate upon it again.  I was taught to return the water on a full moon, which is usually when I collect my water as well.  The idea is that the water spreads the love you have given it.

            Just like people.  You can spread love (Jesus Seeds) or spread your anger (Demon Seeds).  But whichever you choose to sow your garden with know that that will be your return.   I spread the love to the Gulf of Mexico on that angry Good Friday when I collected the water I have today.

            I even go as far now as to speak to the water when I’m in the shower.  I greet it every morning with love.  It’s so easy to feel good when the water hits your body, yes?  I feel its healing impact my body as soon as it I step into it.  The water will take the stiffness right out of my shoulders and neck.  So I always thank the water before I step out.  I give it kisses and say, “Spread the love my friend.” 

            But really, I believe water is God.  And in that instance you could say we have really fucked God up bad.   Still, when you begin speaking to the water on the daily, you begin to notice just how special that morning shower is.  It’s like standing naked before the Creator every morning and allowing his/her light to shine down upon you!  It truly lifts the spirit.

When Jesus turned water into wine, he was glorifying God.   Glory to be to Water!

 

Video of the Water I was just telling you about

FORGIVING BP

Did you know that there is medical evidence that your thoughts play a significant role in your health?

I had Diverticulitis and it caused my bowel to perforate.  On a metaphysical level it is suggested that diverticulitis is a condition caused by "blaming others for failing to prevent unpleasant experiences from happening and refusing to forgive them."

At first I was scratching my head thinking who am I not forgiving?  I know the importance of forgiveness, and how it can affect ones health.  But I never considered a corporation as an entity that I needed to forgive.  A friend, who is a healer, suggested to me that it could possibly be the BP oil spill.  Like she said, they took something away from me, and I was forced to deal with it. 

I live in Pensacola, Florida, and I had not swum in the Gulf of Mexico since Memorial Day Weekend in 2010, due to the Deepwater Horizon Disaster.  Following that holiday weekend is when the tar balls began to wash ashore.  And it affected me deeply.  I was so sad and depressed, as well as the rest of the community.  I fought tooth and nail to get others to realize what BP was trying to hide with their false advertising and total disregard for the environment.  In addition there were other stresses associated with the movement, like the clash of egos among community leaders. 

In the fall of 2013, I felt it was time to let go, yet I found myself getting wrapped up in the BP drama from time to time still.  A year later and I was feeling the symptoms of diverticulitis.  By December 2014, I was in the hospital. 

I was released from the hospital in January 2015.  Right after the 5 Year Anniversary of the BP Oil Spill (April 20^th), I found myself in the hospital a second time.  Again I had allowed myself to get caught up in the BP drama, by being asked to get involved with events aimed to honor the anniversary.  Believe it or not, I was actually diagnosed with diverticulitis a second time (very unusual).

Just recently, a friend turned me onto this book called, “The Power of Now,” by Eckhart Tolle (A Guide to Spiritual Enlightenment).  Over five million copies sold.  It’s all about enlightenment and keeping track of your thoughts; the conscious mind verses the ego.  By being a witness to your thoughts, instead of allowing your mind to just wonder while being unaware of what you are truly thinking about, is a step towards living in the now; letting go of the past, don’t dwell on future events that have not happened yet. 

 

Now here are a few quotes I want to share from the book:

Ø      “If you believe on a deep level, in separation and the struggle for survival, then you see that belief reflected all around you and your perceptions are governed by fear.  You inhabit a world of death and of bodies fighting, killing, and devouring each other.”

Ø      “If you feel called upon to alleviate suffering in the world, that is a very noble thing to do, but remember not to focus exclusively on the outer (world), otherwise, you will encounter frustration and despair.”

Ø      “This also applies if you are supporting a movement designed to stop deeply unconscious humans from destroying themselves, each other, and the planet, or from continuing to inflict dreadful suffering on other sentient beings.”  Otherwise you will create an enemy and be drawn into unconsciousness yourself.

Ø      “Only those who have transcended the world can bring about a better world.”

Ø      “Peace is your is your most precious gift to the world.”

 

Most of this I already knew to be true.  And I pretty much conveyed this message in my book, “The Crude Oil Adventure of the Human Re-Evolution.”  I’ve been a student of metaphysics for several years now, and most of what I have learned, I have put into practice. 

 

After four years of meditating and praying over for the ocean water in the Gulf of Mexico, I can say the small fish have returned to the shoreline, and several turtles have returned as well; ghost crabs everywhere. So, I finally took a dip into the water that I once considered toxic.  I’ve played in the waves, and I let go of my fear and felt the freedom and power of the ocean once again.  It was certainly a forgiving experience.

We all have a choice.  It’s all about perspective.  Anger, anxiety, hate, jealousy, these are all negative emotions.  Love, gratitude, compassion, these are positive emotions.  When I view the BP Oil Spill now, I am grateful for the experience.  It helped me to evolve spiritually.  It is taking a negative event and viewing it in a positive light.

No more anger – just forgiveness, followed by peace.  Peace Out!