What could be more fun than a piece that might be both personally useful, but also might contribute to the health and welfare of the planetary or even cosmic whole? It’s a pretty grandiose, if not slightly comical task, so once again I’ll ask your indulgence as I try to weave together some new ideas into a useful, coherent whole. You might imagine these inspirational ideas as helium balloons whose relationships, if any, are more stream-of-consciousness than orderly, but I’ll do my best to grab their trailing strings and…weave, letting Hesse be my guide:
“Nothing is harder, yet nothing is more necessary, than to speak of certain things whose existence is neither demonstrable nor probable. The very fact that serious and conscientious men and women treat them as existing things brings them a step closer to existence and to the possibility of being born.”
~ Hermann Hesse
There have been days, and there will surely be more, when the vast array of unfolding betrayals by our elected officials and the multinationals hell-bent on ruining ours and our planet’s futures provoke so much rage that our souls and bodies react in deleterious fashion: too much adrenaline with no place to go can boomerang back on us. The flip side can be the over-stimulation of our nervous systems that can cause them to shut down, and we watch events unfold in resignation, and intellectualize a non-emotional narrative that is easier to bear. Comparing it to electro-convulsive therapy on a smaller scale wouldn’t be too far off the mark.
My guess is that those states run in cycles for each of us as we adapt to the shocks and poisonous assaults on our sensibilities that come with each news cycle. Any point along the continuum of either reaction/adaptation can be dangerous to our physical and psycho-spiritual health.
Today I want to offer a diary that might not only serve as a restorative tonic and safe harbor for our own spirits, but could arguably begin to heal our planet, and all the creatures living on it over time. If you don’t find yourselves smiling now and again through the presentation, or your heart lightening a mite, it’s probably not for you. But if you feel in any way more hopeful, you might want to keep the diary within easy reach so that you might play with the ideas, or even tweak them to your own tastes and predilections.
Please note that the work of Dr. Emoto’s you’re about to see has plenty of detractors, and yet…I want to believe it, because…it’s beautiful. It may all seem like DFH nonsense to you, but trust your senses, and if you find some measure of well-being at the end, factor that into your considerations and judgment as to its use.
To be truthful, it’s far easier for me to believe that active prayer or consciously directed good vibes, intentional gratitude or wishes for health would be more powerful than a symbol shown to water, but what do I know? When we witness the sheer beauty of the transformed crystals, they speak of increased life to us don’t they?
We ‘re also learning from emerging quantum and theoretical physics that reality is not the solid absolute we once believed, and that what we believe and think affects the whole; as in, for instance, there really is such a thing as the noosphere, a collective consciousness. Science may also be on the verge of proving that the earth is a living being, and that even the inanimate bits of inter-related and inter-dependent ecosystems are indeed alive, thus perhaps impressionable, both negatively and positively, for lack of better terms, which many of us have always intuited in any event. Fun stuff, eh?
Now it appears that water has memory, gathers and stores information, and can be influenced… Other researchers are now trying to harness droplets of water as information carriers, but that’s beyond the scope of this diary.
We know how much of life on the planet is water, dependent on water, is and that potable water is becoming increasingly scarce.
Water rolling downhill, downstream, down…to the ocean, and gathering information as it travels is a two-edged sword. It will pick up useful data, as well as toxic, unhealthy particles and information; we hope we can cleanse it so it can be more able to give life. We hope; we pray to the cosmos that it can.
In Jungian and other forms of dream analysis, water in all its forms represents the unconscious mind, pulling at us to understand ourselves, our relationships to others, and perhaps the world.
Given all this, can we speculate that water would be the easiest and most important element to influence for the good of ourselves and the good of the planet? Could it be that positive intentionality would/could contribute to a higher global consciousness, and have the added benefit of possibly healing the planet’s water from the long litany of toxic abuses we’ve dealt it? Do we have the power to turn poison into medicine? If so, how could we proceed?
What I imagine is that we can do it with Beauty.
Beauty before….Beauty behind
Beauty above….Beauty below
Beauty all around
Love will lay hatred down
~ Larry Long, from his Navajo prayer song
Researching for this piece, I poked into the study of neuroaesthetics, fMRIs, Beauty and higher brain functions, yada, yada…and decided to skip all that, given that it’s likely an article of faith that Beauty in art and music stimulates higher consciousness, and has since the dawn of man. From the Chauvet Caves in southern France to the newly discovered Neanderthal cave-paintings in Spain (h/t Obey), humans have made art, sharing visions and dreams and appreciation of the world, and although not all art’s purpose is Beauty, much is, and it can cause us to enter states of reverence and appreciation of life, IOW…higher consciousness and inter-connectedness.
“A human being is part of the whole, called by us “universe,” a part limited in time and space. He experiences his thoughts and feeling as something separate from the rest — a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal decisions and to affection for a few persons nearest us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”
~ Albert Einstein
You may have your own healing songs already, or find more. Many groups are already at work trying to heal the oceans, especially for cetaceans. For healing myself, I use this global brain paint image the most often (more are here); it contains both Light and Water, both of which are crucial elements to my spirit, and I do think that it’s helping rebuild my brain a little at a time. (it’s the image on my laptop desktop, so all the Light shines through.)
As I considered images that might be right for detoxifying water, a lotus (water lily) pinged into my mind. It’s growth metaphor is perfect: the more mud the lotus’s trailing roots grow up through…the larger and more beautiful the flower is. ;o) This one is nice; there are boatloads of them out there.
We hear often that Occupy encampments often have meditation tents for renewal and focusing energies; maybe even nonviolence imaging. Imagining the power of healing water might be a good addition; maybe we can dream that into existence with the power of eventual millions of us so focused in love and concern on each other…and our beautiful big blue and green ball of a world.
You may say that I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world… will be as one
~ John Lennon
Love and strength to you all; now is the time we must try everything. Give love and appreciation to your water before you drink it; srsly. Spread the love; spread the healing. ;o)
(cross-posted at kgblogz.com)
With reverence, and in parting, I offer you Jimi Hendrix, a musician from another dimension:



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I take it, if the vessel says Amercan Standard, the crystals will look a little different?
LOL
Sorry Wendy, I couldn’t resist.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R6uiTHMy92E
FWIW: http://fritjofcapra.net/
Read “Web of life” and “Tao of Physics” long ago (or so it seems); rec’d.
All that work at creating an interesting and lovely post, and I go and insult it.
I’m so ashamed.
Speaking of water, I wish we’d get some snow this year. It sure is peaceful in that form (at least until it turns into slush). Thanks for the Hendrix, one of his lines that sticks in my mind is “I’m looking out my belly-button window, and I see a whole lot of frowns.”
Water. That from which life came. That without which life will cease. Water. A closed system upon our planet. The water we drink is the same water the dinosaurs once waded through.
I include the following link. About 3 minutes in is where the relevant part begins.
http://youtu.be/LNRB6kqVJ4A
And thank you again, for a thought provoking post, WD.
Incredibly the world’s most powerful computer is over 90% water.
It’s called the human brain!
And each of us carries this marvel of marvels around with us every day of lives.
That’s what I call one hell of a first birthday present!
Thanks and appreciated Ms. Davis
I hear echoes. Of The Turning Point, by Fritjof Capra, I think.
Prettier, more aesthetically pleasing echoes, though, but all that is just background for your own POV. What a poetic, beautifully practical post, Wendy. That’s really good stuff. Enthusiastically recommended.
Not sure I understand it all, but I recommend it anyway.
I will work to get over your treating it with humor, hotdog. You know how much I adore you. It was…just that I worked almost a week on it, and…the first one in sets the tone so often. I admit that I was a bit crushed, which is all ego on my part.
Peace to you; I know you have said that you one of the ones too amped out any more, and see these events as more curiosities without emotion. I do understand, but that also comes with some risk, IMO.
Give my love to your wonderful family, and be sure to keep some for yourself, dear.
;o)
I’m a Coloraddy Girl ubetcha.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WDtCa8ZgAk4
Lovely as all giddy-up, walkinboots. I appreciate all your good thought, and the nice video. I’ll doubtless watch it again, and be a bit sad that people ruined the notion of prayer. I like to pray almost every day, and dunnae even believe in God. To me, belief is almost irrelevant.
Thank you so much; sleep well tonight, dear one. It’s always nice when you visit my diaries. ;o)
Welcome, doremus.
I’ve held a human brain in my hands twice; what a curious thing to experience. Funny, but I’ve never taken the time to put into words…what it was like to squeeze that coral-like organ gently…and not understand at all…what it was myriad tasks and computations it was capable of performing.
That said, due to my training, reading, and conclusions from years and years of experience, that without ‘body’; the brain is…not much as a ‘Ruling Organ’ as we’d like to think. The confluence of heart, soul, spirit and thought are the place we ultimately want to be, IMO. So many rivers to cross, as it were. ;o) But yes; it is such a watery old organ.
And you’re so welcome, doremus. ;o)
Wonderful diary, Wendy. When I think of water I think of a cool drink when it’s hot, Niagara Falls, nice hot showers and children playing in a sprinkler. We are water and it is us.
Ubetcha linked to Capra, too, Barbarian; I’ll read some tomorrow…or the next day, at least.
I’m so very pleased you’ve enjoyed it, dear, and I hope it can provide nourishment in the hard days ahead.
Love to you and your sweetie, also; Valentine’s Day’s tomorrow. ;o)
If there is a crystal shape for sorry, it must have a big hole in the middle. Sometimes, the jerk in me comes out before I have time to stop him. I really did enjoy the post. Water does really talk to us.
Wasn’t it JFK who said “We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch – we are going back from whence we came.”
I came across another good quote today in the comments at Glenn Greenwalds blog and thought of you:
“Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses, blood sacrifices, steeples, mosques, races, armies, flags, nations, in order to deny the fact of death, which is the only fact we have. It seems to me that one ought to rejoice in the fact of death – ought to decide, indeed to earn one’s death by confronting with passion the conundrum of life. One is responsible to life. It is the small beacon in that terrifying darkness from which we come and to which we shall return. One must negotiate this passage as nobly as possible, for the sake of those who are coming after us.”
It’s from an author, James Baldwin, who ironically enough wrote a novel in counter to your post, The Fire Next Time. I’m going to have to check it out and let you know how it is.
Oooh, do I have history with that Niagara River Twain; it haunts me still if I give into it; whooosh.
I’m so glad you enjoyed it, Twain. ‘We are water and it is us.’ ;o)
Love to you, dear. For you:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_g4sDSpW9Uc&feature=results_video&playnext=1&list=PL7ACB05ED8AA27C27
Well, shoot, hotdog; what a class act ya are. Clearly I shouldn’t have been so sensitive; I couldda just laughed and told you some of my inspirational connections to Household Water. But: another day. ;o)
I haven’t read Baldwin for decades; we have a couple downstairs. He’s right, of course, on so many levels.
Castaneda’s Don Juan Matus went to great lengths to teach Carlos that it was crucial for a warrior to always remember that death lived just behind one’s left shoulder, and that that knowledge tended to focus every energy, every minute… in life. I understand that better with each passing year. ;o)
Sleep well, but first, a little Big Mama water:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xfgBdccQYGg&feature=related
That’s some powerful stuff. I’ll be wadin in my dreams. nite WD
This reminds me of a blissful day I had at Lake Tahoe many moons ago – it was just one of those days that was absolutely perfect in every single way. It was late summer, so the water was warm enough to swim in and you could still see all the way to the bottom.
I am still taking in your videos – I will have to think about all that. The Einstein quote really speaks to me: “this delusion is a kind of prison for us.” Yes.
Thank you for another thought-provoking diary that is not about Rick Santorum.