Healing with Ho’oponopono

Healing with the Ho’oponopono

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The Ho’oponopono became her way of healing in 1999. It though was missing instructions and understanding. She was sent that year to receive this healing technique, and  It laid dormant until we came. She didn’t understand what to do with it. As she left one place, in a hurry, she accidently left the papers that contained this healing process. There are no accidents, and it would provid her the opportunity to research for other articles on the Ho’oponopono. In the end, her studies opened a door that would help her in doing this. We also instructed her.

 

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                          Healing with the Ho’oponopono

 

As they stated, in 1999, I received a copy of the Ho’oponopono, when I went to Hawaii. The healing technique left many questions, and my hostess who presented it to me moved and we lost contact. I was forty-seven at that time. I carried the folder religiously everywhere I moved, except for one move. I was devastated to have lost it, but it did prompt me to do a search on Google. There it was and something new. A four sentence healing chant stared at me. The words came with music.

My next instructions from the spirit group came after I discovered the chant. I needed to do an in depth review of my dating years following Wally’s death. What personality trait accompanied the damsel in distress? People pleasing won first place.  It became my hope to snag a man, which hopefully would prevent me from dying alone.

My spirit group ordered me to chant these four sentences throughout the day. A healing slowly begin. It peeled away the people pleasure to the core issue. I would never amount to anything and I would need someone to take care of me.

Along with this, they had me watch videos of ocean waves, and I was instructed to say, I am loved. I am loving, which awoken me to understanding love surrounds me. Love circles us. This step helped me to connect to the concept of love. This circle became my constant remember I am loved. I am not to blame. Others are not to blame. We are all acting from old outmoded tapes. There are no victims, when love guides you.

The Ho’oponopono helped me to work through blocks and patterns as I started to create a new reality. The reality I aimed to create was to become self-sufficient. I could live my life alone and be happy. . It took me three years to break the majority of these patterns. In the end, I moved from Florida to Arizona to begin a new life alone.

It was through holding myself accountable for my choices, without blaming myself, I discovered new meaning to life. My days of hate, shame, isolation, fear of being alone, and a zillion other emotions attached to the stigma of, not being good enough. Success came in a mixture of tiny, medium and large steps. My old patterns will shoot up, if I do not remain mindful of their sprouts and pull the weeds. I am responsible for honoring the authentic person within me. The one I’m finally getting to know.

I will be forever grateful to the Hippie Ghost Band’s contributions in showing me I lived through the lens of lies. The same false concepts to those who believed in them, and didn’t know better. We passed our fears to our children.  I had learned. No parent seeks to destroy their child. Out molded beliefs, which hold zero truth, has been the culprit. We can break this insanity. I am glad I put effort into it. It equaled the same energy output, when we choose to keep our patterns and lock ourselves into our private prison.

Time is Running out

Time is running out

Oh, my God, they have come. It isn’t a dream. They had sounded the megaphone so that I would recognize my calling. How do I gather people for this mission?

Remember, we carry on, using another way. Do not follow the steps of the ancestors of earth, but use the steps of the ancestors of the internal earth plane, which humans have forgotten.  Speaker of the Spirit Winds, show them another way.”

Spirit Wind Speaker, a name last heard after her return to the mainland from Hawaii.  That night, with temperatures below zero, continued to frame her memory, when a Goddess floated down but stopped an inch above the ground. From this day forth, you will be known as Spirit Wind Speaks. Now, a decade and a half later, that words sprung forth from the Hippie Ghost Band. What is this internal earth plane? Where is it?

As those words traveled through her mind, her spirit moved to the core of the earth plane. The vision in front of her left her breathless and curious. Sandaled feet, touched sapphire colored pebbles, while the sky stretched out in every shade of pink. Where am I?  As the question traveled into the atmosphere, the answer showed up in the sky in Morse code. Interior Earth. How could I read that, I don’t know Morse code?

How I started to heal the Damsel

                                           A Time for Peeling away descriptions.

 

After my husband’s death, I feared to die alone., which shocked me. In the past, I have counseled others with this same apprehension.  To discover it had taken over me left confusion.  The damsel knew this dance, so led the way. The path of spiraling down became my journey. My road of choice took me into the alleys of sociopaths.

For six years, I watched myself, as I became a foreigner. Why did I pick men who would not support my vision? Why did I keep attracting those who offer zero safety?

In the law of attraction, we invite what is always on our mind. .  Though I sought someone to save me, my thought form kept me in the victim and damsel role. The saboteur made sure I stayed on the right roads. To my surprise, my life reinforced the same avenues I had traveled before I met my late husband. How did this happen? As explain, the programming never shifted.  What I didn’t realize when I met my husband I was not living from those patterns. The ones that my husband met had quieted the damsel briefly.

Who or what is controlling the damsel, was the million-dollar question, which began the peeling. As my spirit group started to help me understand the need for boundaries, the beliefs that governed the damsel appeared.

People pleasing, doormat, and the victim all aided my bottom line belief. I will not amount to anything. I will need someone to take care of me. Years this instituted my behaviors and my living conditions. It took me three years to recall this sentence. It has a way to hide, while my other traits kept me in line. I realized I wasn’t the victim. My parents passed down concepts given to them by their parents.  I didn’t need to accept these as truth. Forgiveness and love would be the keys to transporting me out of those patterns.

Ho’oponopono would be the method I would use to obtain both forgiveness and love.

 

 

Entering the merry-go-round of trust

Trust, especially among humans comes in grains of degrees of proof. Kathy Black proved herself, as a tough nut to crack. The invisible wall she chanted into manifestation denied them entrance, so they conjured another avenue. A psychic fair always employs at least one psychic artist.  He would influence the artist’s hand and draw himself, which rated in the highest degree of proof. She would believe and take down that wall.

It backfired.  Trust seized to exist in the woman, though many sought her out to share their sordid life details. As she continued helping others, the Hippie Ghost Band knew her desperate cry, as life slowly poured out of her.

 

“It’s time for an intervention, of the Woodstock Nation variety”, the lead guitarist in the group called out to the other members. “Who will join me?”

As figured, the other three of the group accepted the offer, but something else took them by surprise. It knocked the wind out of their sail. “How can this be”, all asked?

Every color known to humanity pushed through a flying rainbow, which rider became a legend eons ago. Behind the flying rainbow, came elementals of every spirit realm, acting as delegates.

“We will rock you”, they all sang as they approached the Hippie Ghost Band.

Could it be? Are they the instruments of the fates? Is it the year for the end of destruction? These delegates would write the story of an ending followed by the void of nothingness or the ending followed by a beginning. She is the last hope.

Peeling the Layers

Hippie Ghost Band

 

Step 3: Peeling the layers

 

Your self -saboteur and the victim can become great allies after the peeling of layers ends.  Welcome to next step. Jasmine discovered. The damsel and doormat rose out of other layers, hiding beneath the surface, which protected her memory from recognizing the culprit.

With the victim and saboteur on the scene, they would become the damsel’s best buddies. Remember the self-saboteur is the car you drive. It knows one route.  You programmed it to keep you a victim. If you dared to go a different direction the subconscious would hound you until you returned to your everyday routine.   It would remind you, this person has done you wrong. Victim images would constantly flash through your mind. To stop this, you had to have a stronger belief. Jasmine believed through her husband contributed to her change, the damsel and victim died.

Evidently not. Jasmine’s mind, throughout their marriage,  played out a battle between the dependent and the independent woman.  Those moments where the independent female rose, were seen through his eyes. His approval. His compliments. After his death, the independent woman became only a memory.

What would hold her to this victim? Why would she seek to embrace it? The subconscious is still programmed. It hadn’t unplugged from old beliefs. It hadn’t created a new reality. She only knew the old routes. To stop this vicious cycle, we had to start to find the real culprit. The damsel was only an expression of this perpetrator.

Often, one concept that has programmed the subconscious, is the breeder of the other characteristics. We walked her step by step until she remembered what it was. To do this, we began a similar program we do in the spirit realms. We help her to create and watch how she attacks her new project. As each program revealed itself, we had her use the Ho’oponopono with it.

 

The Arrival of the Hippie Ghost Band

The Arrival of the Hippie Ghost Band

I could hear the screech of tires, stopping in front of the bookstore, but the street stayed void of cars. She twirled around, at the same moment the fluorescent lights, turned into strobe lights. The counter raised, and turned into a platform, with three microphones standing, and one leaning into a set of drums.

“Who’s here?”

“Hippie Ghost Band at your service.”

“Hippie Ghost Band? Well, heck you are ghosts, and ghosts aren’t permitted here.”

A swipe of her hand sent energy towards the stage, and the platform dissolved, as did the spirits.

“Fools, think you can enter my world. You just got taught a lesson. Leave me alone.”

She grabbed a hold of a sage bundle, hanging in its wrapper on the wall. Dispensing the cover, she lit the sage and hit the for corners of her bookstore, cleansing, and chanting. “Portals shut and stay shut until I unravel this spell. As I will so mote it be.”

Clapping her hands together three times, she closed the doors she opened during her ceremony, and relaxed. Music, I need music. Turning on her satellite radio, an oldie but goodie came on and sent her heart on fire. Try to see it our way. We can work this out.

 

Law of Attraction (Hippie Ghost Band style) reveals Doormat Syndrome

Stopping her from blaming the world for all her problems, didn’t come easy.  She didn’t understand why she kept attracting the same experience? People will stay on the merry-go-round of similar events, with a name, or location altered. Jasmine needed to acquire the skills to see yellow and red flags. These two could signal you that a repeated pattern is approaching. Peeling the layers away is a method we use in the spirit realms. We decided to teach her the process.

                                 

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                  Why did the Doormat Reemerge?

 

Our brains start to be program early in life. It acts like a computer and wishes to keep things running. It has scripts for every experience we have encountered. Those experiences, which came with a punch of emotions, are the ones that lead us daily and on rare occasions. My spirit group informed me, my programming is still active. Each programming might take a mini-vacation, while letting another pattern have the opportunity to dominant for a period, but this is temporary.

Their explanation met deaf ears. They were speaking an alien tongue, so another concept was presented.  This one hit home and made sense. It also answered several of my questions.

 When you met your husband, the self-saboteur and victim where on vacation. Other facets took the reign. The robust, vigorous and rebellious woman took center stage. My future husband didn’t see me as a doormat. Eventually both the self-saboteur and victim returned from vacation and sprung back into action.

I could see where this played out, but it didn’t answer my question. Why did I slip backed into the damsel role, when I started dating? The return of my old dating habits surprised me over the years. My spirit guide explained the roots to those patterns, before my husband’s  laid dormant.  All through my married life, I assumed my husband’s love healed me. My husband’s love did it. A lot of the doormat behavior stayed still in the river bed of my mind, waiting to sprout new seeds. With Wally’s death, his view point of me stopped being reflected, leaving the older tapes space to rise, with a vengeance.  Throughout the twenty-nine years of us being together, I never saw myself, as he did. Within a year, after his death, the damsel sprouted. Their roots still were planted deep into the fertile soil, from tapes of distant years. I didn’t know what hit me. I just let the self- saboteur take over and put me back into my original car. The same one my late husband tried to help me escape.

For being an intelligent woman who was well read on areas of co-dependency and other addictions, I didn’t see it sneaking up on me. Why? Comfortableness. There is a familiarity to what we know. It feels like a broken in pair of shoes. Our desire pushes us forward into our addiction, which can be an old one, or a new one. Sanity erases itself, as we battle through obstacles to grab ahold of our dependence. I did this. My spirit group woke me up to what I was doing. I created this mess, and it was me who attracted these people into my life. Energy will attract similar energy. Like attract like.  My thoughts created this road to pain, victim and doormat.  At the time I dropped blaming, I noticed the constant anxiety attacts stopped..  Taking accountability started to heal me. My spirit group felt I graduated, so began lesson two; peeling away the layers of my beliefs.

 

 

 

 


 

What a Piece of Work is Man

She didn’t know, but the vivid dreams itched her hands, and the sensation stayed until she picked up a paint brush. The tool in hand, and a pallet of many colors resting on a counter, she succumbed to the need to paint these dreams in mural forms. The shapes and people painted identities remain clueless to her. Day in and day out, her paint brush furiously moved over the canvas of walls, until a month later each wall, plus the ceiling contained imagery of a lifetime and place alien to her, yet familiar. In the center of the ceiling, glowed a buttercup, which finished this piece of work.

“What a piece of work is man…”

Who said that? “Who’s here?”  Going through each room of her Lighthouse Bookstore, her search came up empty. Creepy.

“You mission is completed. The Hippie Ghost Band received your call.”

Expectations and how they affect you

Expectations and how they affect you

 

We gravitate to our expectations for outcomes in all areas of our life, with the little knowledge they are choking the life out of us. Expectations could fit well in the category of energy vampires. A specific outcome cuts you off from a world of possibilities. Sadly, we throw the towel in before the goal reached its full maturity.

Expectations in the world of the Law of Attraction equals suicide. You accomplished to kill your dream before it reached its full potential.

This week, 4/17/2017 I am doing live stream on this topic. You are welcome to join me and watch the videos at your leisure. You will find them here. https://www.facebook.com/HippieJasmineRenee/

A Woodstock Takeover?

A Woodstock Takeover

2016, the Earth realm hosted torrent storms, which wiped out most of the earth. A new vine mysteriously arrived in the land, leaving a stench wherever it grew.  Around the circumference of the area named the Woodstock Kingdom, an off-white pearl netting protected those who made it to the kingdom.  The dream that 1969 would resolve the takeover of the negative element ended in despair. The rumor that the originals from that era recently relocated near their sight brought a breath of hope. Could a new Woodstock arrive? Would it balance out the negative energy, with more positive? Would creating a Spirit Wind realm on Earth develop?