Clear that $h!t

I missed my writing deadline, well, my self imposed deadline. I got really caught up in a couple new projects.

The first is an online store I created for me and my adult daughter who lives out of state, a print on demand store, mostly t-shirts and hoodies. It’s fun and we are creating positive items to help people spread joy and manifest.

The other project, which I’m just as excited about, is getting my certification in Ho’oponopono. I mentioned this practice a few posts before but I’ll go into it a little further here.

The practice involves ‘cleaning’ or ‘clearing’ your negative feelings and beliefs. You repeat the four phrases, I’m Sorry, Forgive Me, Thank You, I Love You, in whatever order you like. This can be outloud or in your head, it doesn’t matter.

It’s meant to clear out the bad data that is interfering with your positive and natural program. I like to think of it as clearing your browsing cache or deleting files on your computer that are slowing it down.

Saying I’m Sorry doesn’t mean you are accepting blame and asking for forgiveness for that, but rather you are taking responsibility for what is in your awareness; I’m sorry I wasn’t aware that this feeling was in my consciousness before. Then you are thanking whichever higher power you subscribe to for clearing these for you and of course, I Love You, is just such an awesome sentiment, right?

I shared the story of Dr. Hew Len and how he was able to help with the healing of patients in a criminally insane medical ward just by reading the charts then utilizing the clearing process. What he did is read their charts, feel his emotions that ranged from anger to shock to sadness and then cleared HIS emotions. He didn’t do anything TO THEM, he merely felt his feelings which were now in his awareness then cleared them.

I’ll update as I learn more but for now I just want to give you an exercise to utilize anytime you feel unsettled about something or someone. You can even do this for money! If you are feeling negative about your bank account simply say:

I’m Sorry
Forgive Me
Thank You
I Love You

Now this isn’t something you say once then you hit the Powerball. You need to ‘clear’ until you feel better, that’s your indicator. Let me know how it works for you.

Until next time, Love and Blessings!

Your Dogma is driving My Karma

10/13/24 3:38 PM

Did you hear the glorious news from on high? DOGMA – The 1999 Kevin Smith film that has been living in limbo for almost as long as the Jews wandered the desert, has finally found it’s way home. Hallelujah.

The story is that Columbia/Tristar had the movie rights for a limited time, but once the movie rights lapsed, ownership reverted back to everyone’s favorite HR nightmare – Harvey Weinstein. It sounds like he refused to sell it back to Smith, perhaps due to some higher moral calling – just kidding! Sounds to me like he held onto it out of spite.

Regardless, there are new owners, so come 2025 we should expect to see a film tour with Kevin and I for one can’t wait! It’s a creative story with an amazingly talented and extensive cast, including the late great Alan Rickman and George Carlin. I’ve never had the chance to see Smith in person, so I’m praying this will be my chance! Maybe there’s some sort of loophole?

-Karma

Ho’oponopono for Hurricane Helene & Milton

Hey friends, due to the devastation of Hurricane Helene my friend and I thought how beneficial a ho’oponopono clearing would be, especially if we could encourage others to join in with their beautiful energy. The goal is to clear our awareness of the tragedy and offer positive outcomes. I wrote my script but please add to it whatever you believe would be helpful. Thank you!

The people affected by Hurricane Helene are SAFE, SOUND, HEALTHY and ASSISTED in the easiest and fastest way possible! They receive safety, food, medical assistance, lodging, clothes and whatever other necessities they need and want.

I clear any negativity from the situation using the Ho’oponopono phrases – “I love you, I’m sorry, Forgive me, I’m grateful.”

Thanks for joining in! Love and Blessings!

Weird stuff my mom gives me sh!t about…

MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU

My son and I are constantly looking up stuff we are reminded of while watching movies or TV. This drives my mom crazy.

10/07/2024 8:35pm Star Wars – A New Hope – In a galaxy far, far away aka Tennessee. My son innocently asked the question that would put into motion a chain of events no one could be prepared for – whose family did Luke live with on Tatooine – Anakin’s or Padme’s?

Son: They seem like Anakin kind of people.

Me: Google search, Luke Skywalker is raised by his uncle and aunt, Owen and Beru Lars, on the planet Tatooine… not enough info… continue looking and find it on Wikipedia.

Me: “Obi-Wan takes Luke to the desert planet Tatooine, where he is adopted by Vader’s stepbrother, Owen Lars, and his wife Beru.”

Son: “Oh, okay.”

Mom: “Did you really have to look that up?”

Me: “Yeah.”

Son: “Of course.”

Mom shakes her head.

Me: “Why didn’t they just say Padme’s brother or sister? Oh wait,” I squint my eyes at my phone, “it said Anakin’s stepbrother not brother in law. Silly me.”

I turn to my son, “Did you hear that? Uncle Owen and Anakin were stepbrothers.”

Son: “Did we just become best friends? No, because you’re f’n crazy!” If you don’t get that reference, we can’t be friends. The first part not the second bit he added to showcase Anakin’s descent into madness.

Continue watching…Cantina scene

Me: “Who shot first?”

Son: Without missing a beat, “Han shot first.” I nod my head in admiration. Han had to shoot first, no question.

Me: Thinking to myself about reimagining the ‘Stepbrothers’ title scene with Uncle Owen and Anakin as grownup versions but I don’t think anyone would get it. Laughing by myself ain’t no fun.

Princess Leia is telling off the old guy in charge of Vader – why don’t I look it up? Nah too much effort; I’d have to leave the screen I’m on, I’m doing this on my phone so it’s already so. much. work. Instead I say, “Carrie Fisher is such a bad ass!” Aww, I really miss her.

Luke, as they are coming up on the Death Star, “I have a bad feeling about this. “

I turn to my son, “What did Luke say?”

Son: “I have a bad feeling about this? “

Me: “Name of Amy’s sex tape!” FYI that’s a Brooklyn 99 reference.

Continue watching, Vader is talking to the old guy again. When looking up exact quote on Google I see the ‘old guy’ is Grand Moff Tarkin but I’m too lazy to update my previous references.

Darth Vader: “Obi-wan is here. The Force is with him.”

Me: “That is the dumbest line. ‘The force is with him’? It sounds like he brought his entourage.” I will probably be roasted for that but it’s too late, I don’t believe in the gratuitous use of the Backspace button.

Obi Wan and Darth Vader meet up in the hall, Darth Vader is yammering on about circles completing and the student is now the master.

Obi Wan: “A master of evil, Darth.”

Me: “Wait, why did he call him Darth, I thought all the bad guys were named Darth, why didn’t he call him Vader? That would have made way more sense!” I pause and look at my son, “Why am I nitpicking Star Wars?”

I’m forced to reflect on my life choices up to this moment. Decisions that have brought me to these crossroads, forced to contemplate a life full of… Oh now they are in the fighters to destroy the Death Star.

Me: “Hmm, wouldn’t Death Star make a cool band name?”

Son: “Yeah.”

Me: “Is it weird when I think of it being a band name for some reason I think of Keanu’s band.”

Son: “Not too weird.”

One of the fighters gets blown up and the other fighter says, “they came from behind!”

Me: “Title of Amy’s sex tape.” And with that I am exhausted. I bid you a goodnight and…

MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU! (yet another title of Amy’s sex tape)

Zombie Snacks

Do you ever measure the quality of your life using ridiculous standards that only a five year old, or someone from Jackass would approve of?

Look at me, I’m driving a car, I am so cool! Oh, it’s 2am on a work night? Who cares? I’m a grownup! Look! A hundred dollar bill, who’s successful now?

For full transparency, I work from home, so I drive almost never, I fail to keep my eyes open much past 10:30pm and that $100 bill, who carries cash? Not this girl! I would have to drive to the bank to get it, no thanks!

I also have a ‘health test’ if you will, that I employ from time to time but especially whenever I go upstairs to my bedroom. It’s called the ‘murder test’. What is the ‘murder test’? I’m glad you asked, and if you didn’t well, you should have.

To perform the murder test, I pretend someone – or some thing; hey I’m all about equal opportunity monsters – is chasing me to either kill me or eat me, or I suppose, kill me by eating me.

I run upstairs as fast as I can, like I’m in a John Carpenter movie and evaluate my state of health based on whether I would make it to safety or end up a zombie snack. The result, I am honey roasted morsel or whatever the favored flavor of the undead is these days.

Maybe my test isn’t as sophisticated as a BMI, EKG or digital scale but I feel I’ve watched enough horror movies to find the motivation to make the necessary life changes.

P.S. Not everything I share is educational but who knows, this tip might have saved someone’s life.