Some people have plenty of good reasons to want to be as unlike their parents as possible. I worked with a young woman who had body dysmorphia. When she was a child, her mother had left her and her father, and the father had turned to drink. He became a nasty alcoholic. He said truly awful things to this woman when she was just a little girl, and because it was said by her own father with such authority it affected her with the power of hypnosis. He told her what a bitch she was, how terrible women were, and how vile her mother was. When I met her, this young woman did not know how to think of herself as valuable, confident or loveable. That was the cause of her body dysmorphia. She hated the person she saw in the mirror, just as her father had. Once again, we see that the unconscious is purposeful but not logical. One can cultivate the requisite attitude of receptivity, of allowing oneself to become quietly immersed in things - and then to wait and see. As Jacques Maritain, author of the monumental Creative Intuition in Art and Poetry, has said of poetic intuition': <a href=''>It</a> cannot be improved in itself; <a href=''>But</a> the poet can make himself better prepared for or available to it by removing obstacles and noise. <a href=''>He</a> can guard and protect it, and thus foster the spontaneous progress of its strength and purity in him. <a href=''>He</a> can educate himself to it by never betraying it. <a href=''>Many</a> writers and artists have commented on the quality of knowing that emerges from patient absorption. <a href=''>Kafka,</a> in hisReflections', says: You do not need to leave your room. <a href=''>Remain</a> sitting at your table and listen. <a href=''>Do</a> not even listen, simply wait. <br /><br /><a href=''>It</a> looked something like a stile, but elaborate, so not impossible to climb over. <a href=''>He</a> was having incredible difficulty trying to lift his legs and couldn't seem to find a way over it. <a href=''>As</a> I looked down, I saw the most amazing sight: hundreds and hundreds of Manta rays, absolutely enormous, the size of a large room. <a href=''>I</a> was astounded by the sight, the colours of the Manta rays, the myriad shades of the palest pinks and greens, diaphanous, blending into each other as they moved, a silvery foam bubbling between them, and yet I felt this was a London bridge - this was the Thames! <a href=''>I</a> was trying to attract the man's attention to this wondrous sight:Don't worry about what you are doing, look at this! When Vera re-entered the dream, I asked her what she would wish for the man on the bridge to see. She replied. The beauty. Something magical. He wasn't interested, just fixated on getting over the barrier. They asked questions which delighted me and which showed a tremendous interest and insight into things Divine. They have discovered that the joy of living is in the contemplation of the truths of God regularly and systematically. Hawaiian Wisdom and Inner Joy I have found that the Hawaiians are very wise people, having acquired through centuries a vast accumulation of esoteric and unwritten knowledge. One man, a native of Maui who sat next to me on the plane from Kauai to Maui, was a full-blooded Hawaiian and had knowledge of weather conditions, currents, tides, etc He informed me that he could predict tidal waves, storms, and volcanic eruptions. He knows by name all the fruits, flowers, and trees in the islands and understands the curative properties of the herbs. He has the capacity to read minds and is definitely clairvoyant. He told me where I was going, gave my name and address, and had the gift of retro cognition, as he spoke most accurately of many past events in my life. To test his gift of clairvoyance, I asked him to read a letter which was in my pocket, which I had not as yet read, having forgotten all about it until that moment. He read the contents accurately, as my subsequent reading verified.

Bathe for about twenty minutes. Afterward, do not towel off if you can avoid it, but let the bath water air dry on the skin. Cleavers (Sticky-Willy, Catchweed) (Galium aparine) Cleavers is one of the almost forgotten healing herbs, even though it has tremendous potential. Cleavers has a strong blood-cleansing effect and is used for acne as well as psoriasis and other reddening, itchy skin ailments. Generally, it works against anything that itches, even dandruff (treatments with lukewarm tea) or gum problems (gargle and rinse with the tea, then do not eat or drink anything for half an hour to let it seep in) as well as vaginal itching (rinses or compresses with soaked cloths). The wonderful thing about this plant is that it is very effective and at the same time very mild. Instead of fighting fire with fire, the burn is extinguished by gentle cooling. It can be internally drunk as a tea or topically applied as mentioned above as a salve or a rinse. Try it for yourself. See if you notice any new radiance or levity within your heart, or any additional softness or openness within your face. As you experiment with celebratory love, notice how readily you can turn these feelings of loving connection on and off just by bringing in others' presumed good fortune into your awareness. Notice how others respond to you. Does the face and openness with which you meet the world make a difference? The facts are that all people face both good and bad fortune every year, if not every day. When you look out at others, even without speaking with them or knowing anything specific about them, you can be virtually certain that they are simultaneously blessed by good fortune, however small or large, and also burdened by bad fortune, again, however small or large. Each person we encounter, then, simultaneously merits both our compassionate love and our celebratory love. Love, upgraded as positivity resonance, comes in many flavors. It bends toward compassion when suffering is salient, and toward celebration when good fortune is salient.

She wasn't moving towards happiness. All her behaviour was about moving away from pain. She had no realistic sense that her life could be genuinely rewarding. Up to that point it was a struggle for her just to get away from feeling bad. Everything had to change. She needed to focus on moving towards something positive, but in order to do that she had to have enough compassion for herself to think she was worthy of anything positive. To help her change her sense of self we used the Eyes of Love, the Ultimate You and Havening techniques (Question Three). It was a huge step forward when she was able to look at herself in the mirror and not object to what she saw. She could appreciate herself and feel good. She had been dressing entirely in black for years, then one day she went shopping and she bought herself a white T-shirt. Do not even wait, be quite still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet. Eliot in East Coker' enjoins us tobe still, and wait without hope/for hope would be hope for the wrong thing'. Normally when we wait we wait for something which interests us, or can provide us with what we want. When we wait in this human way, waiting involves our desires, goals and needs. But waiting need not be so definitely coloured by our nature. There is a sense in which we can wait without knowing for what we wait. We may wait, in this sense, without waiting for anything; In this sense we simply wait, and waiting may come to have a reference beyond [ourselves]. Rainer Maria Rilke, in his Letters to a Young Poet, has this advice for his self-appointed poetic apprentice:

I was drawn to looking the other way, and there was the most unbelievable sight: a solitary black Manta, colossal, at least the size of a five-storey building. Unlike the other Manta rays, this Manta ray was on his side, half out of the water, and going in the other direction! Just let yourself breathe. How does it respond to your touch? She paused a long while, swinging her arm gracefully by her side before replying, It allows my touch, neither likes nor dislikes it. <a href=''>I</a> can feel the undulations of its body, graceful, pulsing, conveying something to me, exquisite, like an alien! <a href=''>She</a> paused again, and then said,The bridge is probably reality, grounding. I reflected: Giving perspective, and somehow bridging dimensions. <a href=',1426&go='>Vera</a> continued:The Manta came to me so that I could touch it, and because it was on its side half out of the water, and so immense, I could easily reach it. In response, I quoted from the Kabbalah, which teaches that the Absolute withdrew itself to allow Being to exist. <a href=''>This</a> young man has a native wisdom. <a href=''>He</a> is in touch with his subconscious mind, which knows the answers to all questions. <a href=''>Whenever</a> I want to know something, he said, I just say,God, you know. This man works in the cane fields, plays the ukulele, sings at his work, and obviously is in tune with the Infinite. Truly, he has a friend inside and he has discovered the joy of the God-Presence which is his strength. The Seven-Step Miracle Formula During my stay in the islands I set aside one day for interviewing people who wished to consult with me at the Hotel there in Kauai. My first visitor was a man whom I had previously counseled a few years ago at the Royal Hawaiian Hotel in Honolulu. At that time he was a confirmed alcoholic and had been pronounced an inebriate and a compulsive drinker. He had had drug treatment, hypnosis, and other forms of therapy.