The drive to Austin felt like a vacation after
months on the road with the show. Leaving
Houston behind was more than a 24-hour break
from the all-encompassing universe of a
production on tour. It was the juncture of a night
of reckoning that would reorder my reality even
before the dinner presentation that Dr. Joe Vitale
was hosting began.
It had been months since I’d last listened to one
of Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len’s Ho’oponopono
presentations—a year and a half to be exact. Even
though I’d never met Joe Vitale before, I felt
grateful for the fact he had brought Ihaleakala to
a location within driving distance and I could be
part of the event in Austin.
As changing scenery and little Texas towns
skimmed by the car window en route to Austin,
thoughts of other Ho’oponopono presentations
surfaced and things I’d forgotten came back to
mind. I flashed back to the first of many times
I’d heard Ihaleakala speak and had gotten chills
down my spine when he read the Opening Prayer
in Hawaiian. I remembered how I’d landed a book
contract two weeks aftertaking my first
Ho’oponopono training, virtually by just showing
up at a publishers convention, talking and leaving
my card.Two days later a publisher called and
asked me to submit ideas for a book they were
doing. I had the contract by the end of the month.
As the distance to Austin grew shorter, I also
reflected on a time just six months earlier when a
veterinarian in Montreal conveyed the sad news
that my dear cat Maya had intestinal lymphoma.
It was questionable whether she would live long
enough for me to take her from the clinic.When
Maya was released, the vet thought that with
luck, I’d have a few weeks to “tell her good-bye.
” I contacted Ihaleakala for help with a special
cleaning, something to clean whatever this
precious little creature had taken on of mine. It is
now a year and three months since Maya’s
diagnosis. Little could I have imagined at the
moment I was prepared for her imminent
departure that months and miles later she would
still be with me on tour.
Seeing Ihaleakala again in Austin was like
breaking through the surface after being
underwater—one of those “back in the world”
kind of experiences.Yet it was also immediate
immersion into the most profound life-altering
practice I have experienced in 25 years of delving
into everything from Buddhism, Celtic spiritual
traditions, traditional psychotherapy, dream
analysis (and I was good at that), energy work,
and even Wicca.
And there I was in Austin, face to face with
Ho’oponopono again, a philosophy, a tradition,
that virtually wipes the slate clean of the
practices, procedures, and endless analytical
activities I’d so diligently studied for so long
before it—all in an effort to understand, fix
myself, and live the life I came here to live. I
have to admit, there was a part of me that
was ready to jump right in among those
who’d never encountered Ho’oponopono before
and let them know “I already do that,” but I
started cleaning and the nonsense (memories) dispersed.
Before Dr.Vitale had even introduced Ihaleakala
that evening, a revelation hit me like a bolt of
lightning, causing me to jump up from the table
where I was sitting and run to the ladies’ room,
choking back tears. In that moment in Austin, in
a room that looked out on the downtown skyline,
Ho’oponopono enveloped my being and I had a
moment of clarity when I knew I no longer
wanted to be on tour, no matter what. Six weeks
later, Maya the cat and I were heading west en
route to Los Angeles, bound for a new home in
Topanga Canyon that surfaced just in time for our
arrival when the person who was going to take it
suddenly decided not to rent it.
Another seven months have passed and just
last week as I wavered on the edge of yet another
significant change, I read a phrase that Ihaleakala
wrote:“Zero is home base.” I cleaned and stepped
off the edge of another existence as I’d known it
and now can say that I didn’t fall.
Thank you for this opportunity to share the
changes, revelations, and reflections about
Ho’oponopono that surfaced from my trip to
Austin in February.
POI(Peace Of I)
Elizabeth Kaye McCall
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Before learning about and applying the method, I
was experiencing struggle in many areas of
my life: a husband who didn’t believe in me
and my ability to build a thriving practice, a
practice that was far from successful, and a
feeling that I was all alone in pursuit of
bigger dreams and goals.
During the weekend with Joe when I learned the
method, I met a young woman who had
similar interests and goals and we
agreed to do a business venture together.
That venture was extremely successful
and took my practice from limping to
thriving in just two months.We are
working on our next project. I feel as
if we’ve been close friends for years
and not months.The best and most
significant change is that even before
my business took off, the relationship
with my husband changed in just a
few weeks. I had been using the
method whenever I experienced
discomfort with my relationship
and suddenly my husband was
rereading my e-books, asking me
questions, and sharing his own
experiences. He took on more
responsibility at work and has a
renewed sense of pride and love
for himself, which has a sizzling
impact on our relationship!
I have an unwavering trust and confidence in
myself and what unfolds before me, all
the while just doing a simple method in minutes a day.
Thank you!
Karrie King
Author of The Red Hot Bedroom (www.redhotbedroom.com)
Creator of Joyful Spaces (www.joyfulspaces.com)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ho’oponopono Goes Back through Time
I’m an animal lover.
A huge one.
I don’t care or worry only about my own—I love them all.
Years ago, a friend of mine turned me on to
The Animal Rescue Site
at www.theanimalrescuesite.com.
You can fund food for animals in sanctuaries by
going to this site and clicking on the
"Feed an Animal in Need” button.
Every click provides 6 bowls of food to
the hungry.A click per day is all
it takes to make a difference. I’ve been
visiting this site for the past five years,
every day, without fail.
One Saturday morning, I was cleaning out my
e-mails and feeling good about doing my
part in the world—“feeding the animals
in need.” I happened to notice a picture listed
by one of the site’s sponsors.
What I saw was an animal in a cage trying to eat
its way through the bars. It looked so
sickly and gaunt that not even all that
beautiful fluffy fur could mask its pain.
In fact, it looked so terribly tortured
that I couldn’t even make out what
kind of animal it was! Was it a bear?
A raccoon? I honestly couldn’t tell.
Truthfully, I didn’t want to look closer.
My fear told me that I would only be reminding
myself how much pain exists in the world and that
there was very little I could do about it. Still, I
know better than to look the other way just so
that I can feel better.
I felt this overwhelming need to tune in. I could
hear the animal calling to me, asking me to wake
up and pay attention.As I looked closer, to my
horror I discovered that what I was seeing were
captured bears, held in their cages for tens of
years on end. The bears live in cages little bigger
than themselves for ease of “milking.” Bile is
extracted through a cut made in the bear’s
abdomen and into the gallbladder,where bile is
stored after being secreted by the liver via the
hepatic duct.A tube is inserted into this opening
to tap the bile, or a steel stick is forced into the
gallbladder with the bile then running down it
into a basin.Between 10 and 20 ml of bile is
tapped from each bear twice daily.The WSPA
[World Society for the Protection of Animals]
reports that, during milking, investigators saw
bears moaning, banging their heads against their
cages,and chewing their own paws.The mortality
rate is between 50 and 60 percent.When the
bears stop producing bile after a few years, they
are moved to another cage,where they either are
left to starve to death or are killed for their paws
and gallbladders. Bear paws are considered a
delicacy. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bile_bear)
I felt completely sick to my stomach and had a
knee-jerk reaction to unleash my anger toward
these ignorant poachers. It took all the discipline
I had to remind myself that shame and blame
never change a person and that thankfully, thanks
to Dr. Joe and Dr. Hew Len, I now had something
much better in my bag of tricks that I could apply:
Ho’oponopono.
I began to recite the phrases,“I’m sorry. Please
forgive me. I love you.Thank you.”As I repeated
the mantra over and over and over again, I
visualized the bear farmers’ hearts being filled
with love, understanding, and compassion. I saw
them having their own “lightbulb moment” as my
information passed through them and they got in
touch with their own awareness.With their level
of consciousness being raised and no one to
blame for the blood on their hands but themselves,
I imagined them falling to their knees in complete
agony—begging and pleading with God and the
bears to grant them mercy and forgiveness for the
torture and suffering they’ve caused these
beautiful creatures.Then, I saw them releasing all
the bears and providing them with the medicine,
care, and healing that they were in dire need of
and finally setting them free again.
Many of you don’t know (as I didn’t know) that
bear bile has been used for centuries.Today it is
used in wine, shampoo, and medicine.The
enormous weight behind this tragedy didn’t solely
involve healing the present moment—my clearing
work occupied going back through time, through
the ages.There was hundreds of years’worth of
pain here to heal.
This experience consumed me. For hours that day,
I couldn’t focus on anything else and kept
repeating:“I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Thank
you. I love you.”
The heaviness of this global pain was inescapable
and undeniable. I was consumed with anguish.
And I was grieving. It was as if I was the one who
captured those bears and held the key to their
prison myself.
Once a week, my husband and I make it a point to
have a “date day.” On this day he invited me to
go see a movie with him. I was inagony and didn’t
feel much like going out. But I knew it wouldn’t
make any sense to say,“No thanks. I’m really not
up to it—I’m worried about the bears.”
Keeping my own clearing work to myself, I agreed
to go out with him.We went to see the movie 16
Blocks with Bruce Willis. Little did I know then
that the theme of this movie would be in complete
alignment with what I was already experiencing.
The highlighted message in the movie was
“People can change.”
All throughout the movie, I practiced Ho’opono-
pono. In one scene,I noticed a bus in the back-
ground and the banner/ad on the side of the bus
showed a picture of a teddy bear and the words
beneath the bear read:“Send Love.”
My previous training would reveal to me that this
was a “waking dream.” My current teachings
would say,“Keep doing what you’re doing.You’re
on the right track!” Is this how the universe
speaks to us? I’d like to think so.
It was yet another reminder to me that the bear
farmers didn’t need my anger to change; they just
needed my love.The bears needed my love.The
world needs our love. Love changes people and
there are no exceptions to this rule. Sending love
to a dangerous, ugly, or abusive situation is the
only thing we can do if we’re looking for drama-
free healing and everlasting change. It’s not
always an easy thing to do, but herein forever
lies the answer: love.
As my hyper vigilance started to quiet down and
the day faded into evening, the nausea, anxiety,
guilt, pain, and grief that I was feeling earlier
were finally starting to subside. Still, I continued
to Ho’oponopono my way throughout the
remainder of the day until I fell asleep that night.
Not too long thereafter, I was walking past the
television one day and heard the newscaster
announce a recent bear rescue. In my heart of
hearts, I knew that this message was meant for me
—that I was given confirmation of how we truly
can make a difference in any part of the world, no
matter where we live.And yes, even when we’re
out eating popcorn and watching a movie.
Thank you, Dr. Joe and Dr. Hew Len and all of
those before you who have brought the message
of Ho’oponopono into our lives so that we can
awaken and carry the knowledge that we have
the power to heal the world and make a
difference. Our work here has only just begun.
Please, let us always remember:
Harm none.
Love everything.
Love everyone.
Ho’oponopono travels across time....
Suzanne Burns
www.ThankYouth.com
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My Lifelong Search for an Asthma Cure Was Over
One mysterious evening, after over 50 years of
asthma and allergies, this condition abruptly,
magically halted.
Dateline: February 25, 2006.
Earlier that day, while relaxing over an Austin
Tex-Mex lunch, I felt a quickening in my being.
Oooooh, it felt very mysterious, like something
was happening and I was somehow being worked
on.A waveof love overwhelmed me and then I
resumed lunch.
That evening in the hotel meeting room an
electricity filled the air—an inexplicable pulsing
of excitement. Dr. Hew Len, the speaker,ended up
sitting at my table. Midway through the meal I
told an asthma experience I had, and he used
that later to springboard into his talk.
Well, I was familiar with the Hawaiian huna
spiritual healing model but not the healing
and forgiveness methodology and philosophy
at the heart of the healing, which he explained at
length. Dr. Hew Len told us he was working on
clearing each of us in attendance at the dinner,
by reading our names and getting clarity and
“oneness” with us.
How he does it is by expressing love for each
person, asking for forgiveness for any wrongdoing
consciously or unconsciously from the past or
present of himself and his ancestors, to us and our
predecessors, all the way back to the beginning
of time and microbic life forms.Wow! That’s a lot
to clear—so that he and we can all get back to
true relationship in and of Divinity.
The next day unveiled the miracle at hand. I met
my mentor (from Joe Vitale’s Executive Mentoring
Program) and his wife for lunch, being that I was
from out of town and we’d never met in person. I
had to walk quite a few blocks to the restaurant
and realized I didn’t need an inhaler at all during
the trek.That was most unusual and the first clue.
They remarked how far it was from where my car
was parked and I told them that perhaps I no
longer had asthma and that it felt like it was so.
Later that evening I had the pleasure of dining
with Dr. Hew Len and we spoke of the healing of
Ho’oponopono and that now, having experienced
its power in my life with asthma, I could go and
help others with this problem. He also spoke of
the importance of drinking water before each
meal to flush out toxins and also to rid the home
environment of clutter. Ahem!
Well, the best got better and better. It’s been
nearly six months since, and even though I
got bronchitis, I bounced back without
medicines. I never wheezed or needed an
inhaler or asthma drug of any sort. Since
then I’ve been in homes with cats, dogs,
and birds for hours at a time and had no
wheezing or need for inhalers. My lungs
are clear as a bell and I can breathe
deeply and fully, and this for the first
time ever.Wow!
Dr. Hew Len, though you don’t call it a healing or
yourself a healer, and would say that the universe
and my soul did it, thank you,and thanks to Joe
Vitale for sharing Dr. Hew Len and a night of
healing magic! I’m forever grateful.
Martha Snee
www.translimits.com
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And here’s one more:
An Irishman Finds Aloha
Ten years ago, I began the study of myself
through the use of Ho’oponopono. I came into
the understanding of this Hawaiian problem
solving process after years of study in Asian
systems of healing, martial arts, and energy work.
I had been through what could be called the
wringer in terms of my search for what could
be understood as enlightenment, and being Irish,
I am always looking for the proof of the pudding
(meaning seeing results versus smokescreens of
words). Being raised in South Boston,
Massachusetts (a tough as nails, Irish working-
class neighborhood where the sounds of gunfire
and police sirens were like inner city birdcalls),
chances of discovering metaphysical under-
standings of the universe didn’t often come up.
So, upon finding an opportunity to attend a free
lecture, I jumped at the chance to check out
this Hawaiian understanding of life.
What I found was very different. Many systems
utilize and move energy (like moving pieces on
a chessboard). Ho’oponopono, however,
awakened me to how to erase the negative
elements that manifest as problematic situations
inside myself (thus removing the chess pieces
altogether). I was intrigued, to say the least.
Many of the concepts at the time flew over my
head, as all of the ideas were new to me. But at
the end of the lecture, I figured I would give the
two free tools that were given out as a gift a
chance and began to use them as much as I
could during the day and throughout my
massage practice to see if the proof of the
pudding was in the eating.
In the past, I practiced Tui Na, a form of Chinese
medical massage, and over time, my viewpoint
began to shift in terms of my understanding of
treatments. Before doing the tools, I had a set
understanding of what was wrong within a
person based on the Asian traditions of energy
and meridians. But as I used the tools, I
noticed that my understanding of the how or
why changed and that it did not correspond
with my prior training, as I would be treating
areas that had no correlation to the reported
issues of the clients coming in. As I did so,the
client(s) would report almost instant results
for varied issues. Needless to say, I began to
wrestle with my understandings and started
to see a bigger picture of this Hawaiian art
form begin to unfold.The next spring, I
attended a full training and began to truly
apply the methods and practices.
One day I received a call from a former client
whom I will call Jo, a practicing psychologist.
She asked me to see a patient of hers whom
she was very concerned about (I will call her
Farah), who had a clinical diagnosis of bipolar
disorder, attempted suicide numerous times,
and was committed on a few occasions for
her own safety. I said to Jo,“What did I ever
do to you?” She laughed and said,“I know
you can help her.You have to. If you don’t, she
won’t make it.” So I agreed.At the end of the
call, Jo also said that Farah was once attacked
by a massage therapist. I asked myself,“What
am I going to do to help this woman?”
When I went home that evening, I sat for a while
and wondered what could I do. How could I
effect change on this level? After some intro-
spection, Ho’oponopono! Ho’oponopono! kept
playing in my mind like a broken record. So I
began to use the tools as I never had before. I
put marathon efforts into each session before,
during, and well after, never telling Farah
anything about my secret.
During our meetings, the treatment room was
full of humor and the air had a sense of thick
peace to it as I cleaned.To make a long story
short, Farah had a complete turnaround and
is now a productive woman able to handle
life as it comes. She is walking proof that if
we take 100 percent responsibility, situations
can indeed shift.
My massage practice also has shifted and has
moved ahead, and I rarely touch anyone
anymore. Currently, I find myself driving
through life, hitting speed bumps now and
then, amazed at where the cleaning will
bring me next. Has it been simple? No, but
I truly value all the situations that have
come up and made me realize who I am.
After many years as a volunteer for the
Foundation of I, Inc.
Freedom of the Cosmos, my viewpoint is simple:
months on the road with the show. Leaving
Houston behind was more than a 24-hour break
from the all-encompassing universe of a
production on tour. It was the juncture of a night
of reckoning that would reorder my reality even
before the dinner presentation that Dr. Joe Vitale
was hosting began.
It had been months since I’d last listened to one
of Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len’s Ho’oponopono
presentations—a year and a half to be exact. Even
though I’d never met Joe Vitale before, I felt
grateful for the fact he had brought Ihaleakala to
a location within driving distance and I could be
part of the event in Austin.
As changing scenery and little Texas towns
skimmed by the car window en route to Austin,
thoughts of other Ho’oponopono presentations
surfaced and things I’d forgotten came back to
mind. I flashed back to the first of many times
I’d heard Ihaleakala speak and had gotten chills
down my spine when he read the Opening Prayer
in Hawaiian. I remembered how I’d landed a book
contract two weeks aftertaking my first
Ho’oponopono training, virtually by just showing
up at a publishers convention, talking and leaving
my card.Two days later a publisher called and
asked me to submit ideas for a book they were
doing. I had the contract by the end of the month.
As the distance to Austin grew shorter, I also
reflected on a time just six months earlier when a
veterinarian in Montreal conveyed the sad news
that my dear cat Maya had intestinal lymphoma.
It was questionable whether she would live long
enough for me to take her from the clinic.When
Maya was released, the vet thought that with
luck, I’d have a few weeks to “tell her good-bye.
” I contacted Ihaleakala for help with a special
cleaning, something to clean whatever this
precious little creature had taken on of mine. It is
now a year and three months since Maya’s
diagnosis. Little could I have imagined at the
moment I was prepared for her imminent
departure that months and miles later she would
still be with me on tour.
Seeing Ihaleakala again in Austin was like
breaking through the surface after being
underwater—one of those “back in the world”
kind of experiences.Yet it was also immediate
immersion into the most profound life-altering
practice I have experienced in 25 years of delving
into everything from Buddhism, Celtic spiritual
traditions, traditional psychotherapy, dream
analysis (and I was good at that), energy work,
and even Wicca.
And there I was in Austin, face to face with
Ho’oponopono again, a philosophy, a tradition,
that virtually wipes the slate clean of the
practices, procedures, and endless analytical
activities I’d so diligently studied for so long
before it—all in an effort to understand, fix
myself, and live the life I came here to live. I
have to admit, there was a part of me that
was ready to jump right in among those
who’d never encountered Ho’oponopono before
and let them know “I already do that,” but I
started cleaning and the nonsense (memories) dispersed.
Before Dr.Vitale had even introduced Ihaleakala
that evening, a revelation hit me like a bolt of
lightning, causing me to jump up from the table
where I was sitting and run to the ladies’ room,
choking back tears. In that moment in Austin, in
a room that looked out on the downtown skyline,
Ho’oponopono enveloped my being and I had a
moment of clarity when I knew I no longer
wanted to be on tour, no matter what. Six weeks
later, Maya the cat and I were heading west en
route to Los Angeles, bound for a new home in
Topanga Canyon that surfaced just in time for our
arrival when the person who was going to take it
suddenly decided not to rent it.
Another seven months have passed and just
last week as I wavered on the edge of yet another
significant change, I read a phrase that Ihaleakala
wrote:“Zero is home base.” I cleaned and stepped
off the edge of another existence as I’d known it
and now can say that I didn’t fall.
Thank you for this opportunity to share the
changes, revelations, and reflections about
Ho’oponopono that surfaced from my trip to
Austin in February.
POI(Peace Of I)
Elizabeth Kaye McCall
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Before learning about and applying the method, I
was experiencing struggle in many areas of
my life: a husband who didn’t believe in me
and my ability to build a thriving practice, a
practice that was far from successful, and a
feeling that I was all alone in pursuit of
bigger dreams and goals.
During the weekend with Joe when I learned the
method, I met a young woman who had
similar interests and goals and we
agreed to do a business venture together.
That venture was extremely successful
and took my practice from limping to
thriving in just two months.We are
working on our next project. I feel as
if we’ve been close friends for years
and not months.The best and most
significant change is that even before
my business took off, the relationship
with my husband changed in just a
few weeks. I had been using the
method whenever I experienced
discomfort with my relationship
and suddenly my husband was
rereading my e-books, asking me
questions, and sharing his own
experiences. He took on more
responsibility at work and has a
renewed sense of pride and love
for himself, which has a sizzling
impact on our relationship!
I have an unwavering trust and confidence in
myself and what unfolds before me, all
the while just doing a simple method in minutes a day.
Thank you!
Karrie King
Author of The Red Hot Bedroom (www.redhotbedroom.com)
Creator of Joyful Spaces (www.joyfulspaces.com)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ho’oponopono Goes Back through Time
I’m an animal lover.
A huge one.
I don’t care or worry only about my own—I love them all.
Years ago, a friend of mine turned me on to
The Animal Rescue Site
at www.theanimalrescuesite.com.
You can fund food for animals in sanctuaries by
going to this site and clicking on the
"Feed an Animal in Need” button.
Every click provides 6 bowls of food to
the hungry.A click per day is all
it takes to make a difference. I’ve been
visiting this site for the past five years,
every day, without fail.
One Saturday morning, I was cleaning out my
e-mails and feeling good about doing my
part in the world—“feeding the animals
in need.” I happened to notice a picture listed
by one of the site’s sponsors.
What I saw was an animal in a cage trying to eat
its way through the bars. It looked so
sickly and gaunt that not even all that
beautiful fluffy fur could mask its pain.
In fact, it looked so terribly tortured
that I couldn’t even make out what
kind of animal it was! Was it a bear?
A raccoon? I honestly couldn’t tell.
Truthfully, I didn’t want to look closer.
My fear told me that I would only be reminding
myself how much pain exists in the world and that
there was very little I could do about it. Still, I
know better than to look the other way just so
that I can feel better.
I felt this overwhelming need to tune in. I could
hear the animal calling to me, asking me to wake
up and pay attention.As I looked closer, to my
horror I discovered that what I was seeing were
captured bears, held in their cages for tens of
years on end. The bears live in cages little bigger
than themselves for ease of “milking.” Bile is
extracted through a cut made in the bear’s
abdomen and into the gallbladder,where bile is
stored after being secreted by the liver via the
hepatic duct.A tube is inserted into this opening
to tap the bile, or a steel stick is forced into the
gallbladder with the bile then running down it
into a basin.Between 10 and 20 ml of bile is
tapped from each bear twice daily.The WSPA
[World Society for the Protection of Animals]
reports that, during milking, investigators saw
bears moaning, banging their heads against their
cages,and chewing their own paws.The mortality
rate is between 50 and 60 percent.When the
bears stop producing bile after a few years, they
are moved to another cage,where they either are
left to starve to death or are killed for their paws
and gallbladders. Bear paws are considered a
delicacy. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bile_bear)
I felt completely sick to my stomach and had a
knee-jerk reaction to unleash my anger toward
these ignorant poachers. It took all the discipline
I had to remind myself that shame and blame
never change a person and that thankfully, thanks
to Dr. Joe and Dr. Hew Len, I now had something
much better in my bag of tricks that I could apply:
Ho’oponopono.
I began to recite the phrases,“I’m sorry. Please
forgive me. I love you.Thank you.”As I repeated
the mantra over and over and over again, I
visualized the bear farmers’ hearts being filled
with love, understanding, and compassion. I saw
them having their own “lightbulb moment” as my
information passed through them and they got in
touch with their own awareness.With their level
of consciousness being raised and no one to
blame for the blood on their hands but themselves,
I imagined them falling to their knees in complete
agony—begging and pleading with God and the
bears to grant them mercy and forgiveness for the
torture and suffering they’ve caused these
beautiful creatures.Then, I saw them releasing all
the bears and providing them with the medicine,
care, and healing that they were in dire need of
and finally setting them free again.
Many of you don’t know (as I didn’t know) that
bear bile has been used for centuries.Today it is
used in wine, shampoo, and medicine.The
enormous weight behind this tragedy didn’t solely
involve healing the present moment—my clearing
work occupied going back through time, through
the ages.There was hundreds of years’worth of
pain here to heal.
This experience consumed me. For hours that day,
I couldn’t focus on anything else and kept
repeating:“I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Thank
you. I love you.”
The heaviness of this global pain was inescapable
and undeniable. I was consumed with anguish.
And I was grieving. It was as if I was the one who
captured those bears and held the key to their
prison myself.
Once a week, my husband and I make it a point to
have a “date day.” On this day he invited me to
go see a movie with him. I was inagony and didn’t
feel much like going out. But I knew it wouldn’t
make any sense to say,“No thanks. I’m really not
up to it—I’m worried about the bears.”
Keeping my own clearing work to myself, I agreed
to go out with him.We went to see the movie 16
Blocks with Bruce Willis. Little did I know then
that the theme of this movie would be in complete
alignment with what I was already experiencing.
The highlighted message in the movie was
“People can change.”
All throughout the movie, I practiced Ho’opono-
pono. In one scene,I noticed a bus in the back-
ground and the banner/ad on the side of the bus
showed a picture of a teddy bear and the words
beneath the bear read:“Send Love.”
My previous training would reveal to me that this
was a “waking dream.” My current teachings
would say,“Keep doing what you’re doing.You’re
on the right track!” Is this how the universe
speaks to us? I’d like to think so.
It was yet another reminder to me that the bear
farmers didn’t need my anger to change; they just
needed my love.The bears needed my love.The
world needs our love. Love changes people and
there are no exceptions to this rule. Sending love
to a dangerous, ugly, or abusive situation is the
only thing we can do if we’re looking for drama-
free healing and everlasting change. It’s not
always an easy thing to do, but herein forever
lies the answer: love.
As my hyper vigilance started to quiet down and
the day faded into evening, the nausea, anxiety,
guilt, pain, and grief that I was feeling earlier
were finally starting to subside. Still, I continued
to Ho’oponopono my way throughout the
remainder of the day until I fell asleep that night.
Not too long thereafter, I was walking past the
television one day and heard the newscaster
announce a recent bear rescue. In my heart of
hearts, I knew that this message was meant for me
—that I was given confirmation of how we truly
can make a difference in any part of the world, no
matter where we live.And yes, even when we’re
out eating popcorn and watching a movie.
Thank you, Dr. Joe and Dr. Hew Len and all of
those before you who have brought the message
of Ho’oponopono into our lives so that we can
awaken and carry the knowledge that we have
the power to heal the world and make a
difference. Our work here has only just begun.
Please, let us always remember:
Harm none.
Love everything.
Love everyone.
Ho’oponopono travels across time....
Suzanne Burns
www.ThankYouth.com
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My Lifelong Search for an Asthma Cure Was Over
One mysterious evening, after over 50 years of
asthma and allergies, this condition abruptly,
magically halted.
Dateline: February 25, 2006.
Earlier that day, while relaxing over an Austin
Tex-Mex lunch, I felt a quickening in my being.
Oooooh, it felt very mysterious, like something
was happening and I was somehow being worked
on.A waveof love overwhelmed me and then I
resumed lunch.
That evening in the hotel meeting room an
electricity filled the air—an inexplicable pulsing
of excitement. Dr. Hew Len, the speaker,ended up
sitting at my table. Midway through the meal I
told an asthma experience I had, and he used
that later to springboard into his talk.
Well, I was familiar with the Hawaiian huna
spiritual healing model but not the healing
and forgiveness methodology and philosophy
at the heart of the healing, which he explained at
length. Dr. Hew Len told us he was working on
clearing each of us in attendance at the dinner,
by reading our names and getting clarity and
“oneness” with us.
How he does it is by expressing love for each
person, asking for forgiveness for any wrongdoing
consciously or unconsciously from the past or
present of himself and his ancestors, to us and our
predecessors, all the way back to the beginning
of time and microbic life forms.Wow! That’s a lot
to clear—so that he and we can all get back to
true relationship in and of Divinity.
The next day unveiled the miracle at hand. I met
my mentor (from Joe Vitale’s Executive Mentoring
Program) and his wife for lunch, being that I was
from out of town and we’d never met in person. I
had to walk quite a few blocks to the restaurant
and realized I didn’t need an inhaler at all during
the trek.That was most unusual and the first clue.
They remarked how far it was from where my car
was parked and I told them that perhaps I no
longer had asthma and that it felt like it was so.
Later that evening I had the pleasure of dining
with Dr. Hew Len and we spoke of the healing of
Ho’oponopono and that now, having experienced
its power in my life with asthma, I could go and
help others with this problem. He also spoke of
the importance of drinking water before each
meal to flush out toxins and also to rid the home
environment of clutter. Ahem!
Well, the best got better and better. It’s been
nearly six months since, and even though I
got bronchitis, I bounced back without
medicines. I never wheezed or needed an
inhaler or asthma drug of any sort. Since
then I’ve been in homes with cats, dogs,
and birds for hours at a time and had no
wheezing or need for inhalers. My lungs
are clear as a bell and I can breathe
deeply and fully, and this for the first
time ever.Wow!
Dr. Hew Len, though you don’t call it a healing or
yourself a healer, and would say that the universe
and my soul did it, thank you,and thanks to Joe
Vitale for sharing Dr. Hew Len and a night of
healing magic! I’m forever grateful.
Martha Snee
www.translimits.com
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And here’s one more:
An Irishman Finds Aloha
Ten years ago, I began the study of myself
through the use of Ho’oponopono. I came into
the understanding of this Hawaiian problem
solving process after years of study in Asian
systems of healing, martial arts, and energy work.
I had been through what could be called the
wringer in terms of my search for what could
be understood as enlightenment, and being Irish,
I am always looking for the proof of the pudding
(meaning seeing results versus smokescreens of
words). Being raised in South Boston,
Massachusetts (a tough as nails, Irish working-
class neighborhood where the sounds of gunfire
and police sirens were like inner city birdcalls),
chances of discovering metaphysical under-
standings of the universe didn’t often come up.
So, upon finding an opportunity to attend a free
lecture, I jumped at the chance to check out
this Hawaiian understanding of life.
What I found was very different. Many systems
utilize and move energy (like moving pieces on
a chessboard). Ho’oponopono, however,
awakened me to how to erase the negative
elements that manifest as problematic situations
inside myself (thus removing the chess pieces
altogether). I was intrigued, to say the least.
Many of the concepts at the time flew over my
head, as all of the ideas were new to me. But at
the end of the lecture, I figured I would give the
two free tools that were given out as a gift a
chance and began to use them as much as I
could during the day and throughout my
massage practice to see if the proof of the
pudding was in the eating.
In the past, I practiced Tui Na, a form of Chinese
medical massage, and over time, my viewpoint
began to shift in terms of my understanding of
treatments. Before doing the tools, I had a set
understanding of what was wrong within a
person based on the Asian traditions of energy
and meridians. But as I used the tools, I
noticed that my understanding of the how or
why changed and that it did not correspond
with my prior training, as I would be treating
areas that had no correlation to the reported
issues of the clients coming in. As I did so,the
client(s) would report almost instant results
for varied issues. Needless to say, I began to
wrestle with my understandings and started
to see a bigger picture of this Hawaiian art
form begin to unfold.The next spring, I
attended a full training and began to truly
apply the methods and practices.
One day I received a call from a former client
whom I will call Jo, a practicing psychologist.
She asked me to see a patient of hers whom
she was very concerned about (I will call her
Farah), who had a clinical diagnosis of bipolar
disorder, attempted suicide numerous times,
and was committed on a few occasions for
her own safety. I said to Jo,“What did I ever
do to you?” She laughed and said,“I know
you can help her.You have to. If you don’t, she
won’t make it.” So I agreed.At the end of the
call, Jo also said that Farah was once attacked
by a massage therapist. I asked myself,“What
am I going to do to help this woman?”
When I went home that evening, I sat for a while
and wondered what could I do. How could I
effect change on this level? After some intro-
spection, Ho’oponopono! Ho’oponopono! kept
playing in my mind like a broken record. So I
began to use the tools as I never had before. I
put marathon efforts into each session before,
during, and well after, never telling Farah
anything about my secret.
During our meetings, the treatment room was
full of humor and the air had a sense of thick
peace to it as I cleaned.To make a long story
short, Farah had a complete turnaround and
is now a productive woman able to handle
life as it comes. She is walking proof that if
we take 100 percent responsibility, situations
can indeed shift.
My massage practice also has shifted and has
moved ahead, and I rarely touch anyone
anymore. Currently, I find myself driving
through life, hitting speed bumps now and
then, amazed at where the cleaning will
bring me next. Has it been simple? No, but
I truly value all the situations that have
come up and made me realize who I am.
After many years as a volunteer for the
Foundation of I, Inc.
Freedom of the Cosmos, my viewpoint is simple:
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