Ho’oponopono: cleaning prayer


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My first brush with the practice of Ho’oponopono occurred in 2015, at the Cayce Association for Research and Enlightenment (A.R.E.) in Virginia Beach.  One of the workshop presenters, an Energy Medicine practitioner, mentioned it.  I suppose I stored the seed away in my mind somewhere, and now it has begun to grow.

Recently, the reverend and practitioners in Agapeeast.org (part of Agape International Spiritual Center), whose classes and services I attend online, spoke of the power and usefulness of the short Ho’oponopono prayer (I’m sorry—Please forgive me—Thank you—I love you). 

For quite a while I had been feeling flat during meditation, with no recognizable sense of Spirit.  Reverend Victoria of Agapeeast taught the Ho’oponopono prayer.  Several students in the class mentioned that it was their “go-to” prayer when their upset was too great to focus on any other method of prayer. 

The continued stress of the COVID threat added to family troubles led me to try Ho’oponopono.  What an experience!  I found focus, ease, and peace in repeating the prayer.  It’s been about a week since I’ve used the prayer instead of my traditional mantra. Now I look forward to each meditation session, extending it to forty minutes if the daily schedule permits.  It’s like sinking into a scented, warm, cleansing bath.  I recommend giving Ho’oponopono a try.

The prayer comes from Hawaiian tradition.  Morrnah Nalamaku Simeona, a Hawaiian Kahuna (the one who guards the secret), adapted the practice for anyone to master and apply. 

To learn more about her, the history of Ho’oponopono, and the technique, go to:

Another well-known proponent of Ho’oponopono is Joe Vitale  (http://www.joevitalecertified.com/?msclkid=0dde52cd86d211a4bd3730ce64e6eb81) who has partnered with Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len, a psychologist and teacher of Ho’oponopono.  https://bluebottlelove.com/hew-len-hooponopono/

If you already do Ho’oponopono or if you try it, please send me your comments.  I’d love to know what others have discovered.

This Door

This door leads to No Body.

It leads to Never Mind,

Forever Mind.

The cool blue light that pulses

and the tiny black seed in the golden circle.

Where peace is a kind horse to ride,

rocking, gentle,

through the surging and resting surf.

And then it all dissolves

into soft gray feathered space.

She comes then,

the warm shadow of a cat,

curls up around you and in you

and settles in your lap.

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Fold the legs under.

Place hands on thighs.

Wiggle fingers.

Get a tissue.

Smooth the blanket.

Find the loose cuticle

on the thumb.

Pick at it.


Move numb foot.

Shift the legs.

Smooth the blanket.

Find another rough cuticle.

Notice dry hands.

Get lotion

right now?

Scratch itchy neck.


Straighten the back.

Relax the shoulders.

Breathe in six.

Exhale eight.



the body fades.

Hands at peace.


Then set definite periods for prayer; set definite periods for meditation. Know the difference between each. Prayer, in short, is appealing to the divine within self, the divine from without self, and meditation is keeping still in body, in mind, in heart, listening, listening to the voice of thy Maker.

-Edgar Cayce reading 5368-1

Where Sorrow Resides


Years ago I read that sorrow affects the lungs.  The idea remained buried in a back drawer of my mind.  Recently, though, I’ve had cause to unearth this notion while dealing with a persistent health issue.

In December, while vacationing with my husband in California, I caught a bad cold.  Normally I would rest at home and kick such a virus in a few days.  My illness was exacerbated by an upended routine, long days of travel, and demands to be present for West Coast family gatherings during the holidays.

Three days before our flight back to New York, I realized that it was more than a cold.  My chest felt like it was imploding.  At the local urgent care I was given a “Z-pack” for bronchitis.  Things got a little better until the flight home, when the symptoms got worse. Back I went to another urgent care on a Sunday and was given another antibiotic.

Eight weeks later, I was still wheezing and tired, with stuffed sinuses.  The ENT specialist that I visited said I had a sinus infection and–you guessed it–gave me a third round of antibiotics.

The point of this narrative is this: in Traditional Chinese medicine, lung illnesses are connected with grief.

cycle of creation


I’m a grieving spouse, having lost the future I’d imagined with a spouse who is no longer the person I married.  Although I keep active and engaged with caregiving and many activities, I live with an underlying river of sadness, that springs up into my eyes often, sometimes with the slightest surprising provocation.

Grief  must be expressed to let it go.  We can’t measure the severity of loss with instruments, but only by how strongly it is felt. Unexpressed grief harms the lungs.  Coupled with the all the other emotions that caregiving can produce (fear, anger, guilt–see above diagram), caregivers’ health may be threatened.

So how do caregivers cope and keep illness at bay?  Exercise, meditation, support groups, Emotional Freedom Technique (EFT)*, time with friends, religious practice: all of these help me stay healthy.

lungs in chinese medicine


The website below was enlightening.


*more about this in another blog

Monkey Mind, Meditation, and Caregiving

howler monkeys

You’ve heard the expression “monkey mind” when referring to the distracting thoughts that jump like monkeys when one is attempting to be still.  These days, when I sit to meditate, I have an entire troupe of howler monkeys yammering and flinging themselves about in my mind.  I’ve been meditating for a long time, so I know the guidelines: when you notice you’re off the mantra, gently come back to it.

Maybe it was the familiarity of the process, or maybe it was the overflow of emotions, worries, plans, and obligations that have beset me since I’ve become a caregiver.  Whatever the cause, my former simple practice of repeating “Om namah shivaya” (the mantra of Siddha Yoga, translated as “I honor the Light within”) wasn’t working.

A teacher of a class we took introduced me to a different type of meditation/prayer. This method has proved to be helpful for me.  I’m mostly attracted to the feminine aspect of the Great Mystery/Higher Power, so I’ve amended the sentence “Be still and know that I am God” to “Be still and know that I am the Mother and the Light.”  For me, “Mother” encompasses divine love and compassion, while “Light” represents wisdom and clarity.  By offering my mind more to do, I’ve found a way to move those howler monkeys to a distant tree.

Here’s my practice:

I hold my left hand in chin mudra, with thumb and forefinger touching.  The fingers on my right hand track the mantra and prayer by gently pressing my thigh as I silently go through the words, like this:

Inhale: Om namah shivaya

Exhale: Thumb–Be still and know that I am the Mother and the Light.

Inhale: Om namah shivaya

Exhale: Forefinger–Be still and know that I am.

Inhale: Om namah shivaya

Exhale: Middle finger–Be still and know.

Inhale: Om namah shivaya

Exhale: Fourth finger: Be still and feel my presence.

Inhale: Om namah shivaya

Exhale: Pinky–Be grateful.

Note that the mantra can be any word or phrase that has meaning for you and focuses on Spirit. In the midst of full-time caregiving, this process has helped me recapture the deeper calm and solace of meditation.

Do let me know if you try this.  I’m curious to hear if it works for others.

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