Sunday, February 26, 2017

How to Receive Greater Wealth

Zero Limits 10 :How to Receive Greater Wealth

I am the “I.”

Owau no ka “I.”

My next seminar with Dr. Hew Len was 
different from the first.While the message was 
still about cleaning and erasing programs or 
memories, his approach was even more relaxed 
and off-the-cuff. He began by holding up a base
-ball and asking what the point of the game was.

“To hit a home run,” someone said.

“To win,” said another.

“To keep your eye on the ball,” I said.

“Exactly!” Dr. Hew Len responded, in his thick 
Hawaiian accent.“To win or hit a home run, you 
must keep your eye on the ball at all times. But 
what is the baseball in your life?”

Everyone was silent.

“Your breathing,” someone said.

“This moment,” someone else said.

Dr. Hew Len could see we weren’t getting the 
point, so he offered an answer: “The baseball is 
Divinity,” he said. “You must stay focused on 
going back to zero. No memories. No programs. 

Cleaning. Cleaning. Cleaning.

All you’re here to do is clean or not clean.You 
can choose all you like, but you don’t decide if 
you get it or not. You trust Divinity to do what’s 
right for you.Would you know better than 
Divinity? Hardly. Let go.

Clean. Clean. Clean.

“My intention is to be in alignment with the 
Divine’s intention,” I told Dr. Hew Len.

“Good for you, Joseph.”

Intentions are limitations.You decide you want a 
front-row parking place.You intend it. But 
Divinity gives you a parking place a mile away.
Why? Because you need to walk more. Let go.

Clean. Clean. Clean.

I spend two more days with Dr. Hew Len.
Thirteen people are in the room.The whole focus 
is on how problems occur.

“You’ll always have problems,” he declares. I 
resist that statement but write it down anyway. 
Clean. Clean. Clean.

“Problems are memories replaying,” he says.
“Memories are programs.They aren’t just yours.
They are shared.The way to release the memory 
is to send love to the Divinity. Divinity hears and 
responds, but in the way best for all, at the time 
right for all.You choose but you don’t decide. 
Divinity decides.”

I didn’t understand. Clean. Clean. Clean.

Marvin, a happy, broadly smiling fellow from the 
Philippines, gets up and explains that he sells 
$150 million worth of luxury cars a year by not 
trying to sell anything to anyone.All he does is 

“All I do is say ‘I love you’ all day long,” he 
explains in his accented English.“I clean as I 
listen to people. All I do is clean, clean, clean.
Always cleaning.”

“You don’t intend anything at all?” I asked, 
skeptical. I figure he’s at least intending to sell 
cars, since that’s his job.

“Never,” he replies. “No expectations. I just show 
up to work and clean.”

Clean. Clean. Clean.

I spent two days hearing stories about cleaning by 
average people like you and me. But it’s all so 
hard to accept. Just clean and say “I love you” 
and the world changes? You sell more cars? You 
make more money? Huh?

“You are totally responsible for all of it,” says Dr. 
Hew Len.“It’s all in you. All of it. No exceptions.
You have to clean on it or it doesn’t get cleaned.”

Clean on terrorism?

Clean. Clean. Clean.

Clean on the economy?

Clean. Clean. Clean.

Clean on—(fill in the blank)?

Clean. Clean. Clean.

“If it’s in your experience, it’s up to you to clean,” 
says Dr. Hew Len.

When I take a break and call home to see how 
Nerissa and our pets are doing, Nerissa stuns me 
by saying she spent the day making a surprise for 
me. She had a long to-do list. Making anything 
for me didn’t seem likely.

“What is it?” I ask.

“A major surprise.”

“Tell me.”

“You’ll never guess in a million years,” she says.

“Don’t make me guess. I don’t have a million 

Before I tell you what she said, let me back up a 
second. Nerissa has been stressed because of so 
many projects on her plate. She can’t keep up. 
She’s working on a video for me, and another for 
a client. She created software she wants to 
promote. She also has the critters and the house 
to tend to while I’m away. She barely has time to 
plan her day, let alone work on her many projects. 
So imagine my surprise when she told me the 

“I took apart your closet and rebuilt it.”

Clean. Clean. Clean.

I’m stunned. Cleaning my closet was not on her 
to-do list or even on mine.

“I took down all your clothes, took down the 
shelves, built new shelves, rehung your clothes, 
put your piled-up clothes on hangers, and 
rearranged the clothes that were on the floor.”

This is as shocking to me as if she had left a 
check for me made out for, say, five million dollars.

This was unbelievable.

“What made you do all this?” I asked.

“I’ve wanted to do it for a while now,” she replied.

She wanted to do it? Maybe so. But she had no 
time.This came out of the blue.

Dr. Hew Len says when you clear memories, 
what comes through is inspiration. Nerissa was 
apparently inspired to clean my closet. It’s a
metaphor and proof that inner cleaning leads to 
outer results.

You can’t intend what the outer results will be.

Again, you can choose but you can’t decide.

Later, in Dr. Hew Len’s motel room, he and I sit 
like master and disciple. The only thing is, he 
treats me like the master.

“Joseph, you are one of God’s original 10.”

“I am?”

I’m flattered but admit I have no idea what he is 
talking about.

“You came here to help awaken the Divine in 
people,” he explains.“Your writing is hypnotic. 
It is your gift. But there’s more.”


Clean. Clean. Clean.

“You are the J man for business,” he says. “Do 
you know what that is?”

I don’t have a clue and tell him so.

“You are the Jesus of business,” he says, “the 
point man for change."

As he speaks, I’m thinking I’d better keep this 
conversation to myself. No one will ever believe 
it. I don’t.

Clean. Clean. Clean.

“When I was with Morrnah,” he says, reflecting 
on his years with the kahuna who taught him the 
updated form of Ho’oponopono he teaches today, 
“I thought she was crazy for the first five years. 
But then one day that thought was gone.”

Dr. Hew Len’s style is rambling, poetic, and 
visionary. He seems to use the right and left sides 
of his brain at the same time, while the rest of us 
lean on one or the other side. He goes from telling 
me I’m the savior of business to telling me about 
Morrnah. In its own way, it’s hypnotic. I’m 
riveted. I want more.

“There’s a wreath around your head, Joseph,” he 
says, seeing something I don’t see or feel.“It’s 
made of money symbols, like eagles.”

For some reason I feel an urge to show him a ring 
I wear. It’s a solid gold ring, 2,500 years old, 
from ancient Rome. He holds out his hand and I 
lay it on his palm.

“The word on the ring is Latin,” I explain.
“Fidem means faith.”

Dr. Hew Len is silent as he holds the ring. He 
seems to be receiving images or impressions. I’m 
quiet while he seems to be tuning in to the ring 

“You were a great orator in a past life,” he says. 
“But you were mobbed and murdered.This ring is 
healing that memory for you.”

That’s interesting. I often had flashes of being a 
legendary orator in the past, but I feared public 
speaking today because I was killed in the past 
after speaking. I thought it was an ego-designed 
memory, not a past life. Somehow Dr. Hew Len 
picked up on the memory by holding my ring.

“I rarely wear it,” I confess.

“Wear it,” he says.“Always.”

He stares at the ring.

“This is amazing,” he says.“This ring was worn 
by a healer who knew the value of ‘Know thyself.’”

I’m fascinated. Dr. Hew Len has the aura of a 
calm sea in a storm of reality.While the world 
swirls about, he seems still. He speaks his heart, 
accepting whatever comes and whatever is said. 
He stares at me and looks at my feet.

“Joseph, my God, I should be sitting at your feet,” 
he says, genuinely moved by whatever he sees in 
me.“You are as gods.”

Clean. Clean. Clean.

“We’re just here to clean,” he reminds me and 
everyone else during our weekend training.
“Clean always, incessantly, to clean all memories 
so Divine can inspire us to do what we came here 
to do.”

Clean. Clean. Clean.

During the training I realize I had cleaned on one 
of my books and not on another. I had spent time 
loving The Attractor Factor, which became a 
number one best seller. But I didn’t spend much 
time loving one of my other books, There’s a 
Customer Born Every Minute, which didn’t sell 
as well. I realize this with a bolt of energy up my 
spine. This is why it hadn’t done as well as my 
other books.

When I attended the first training I learned I 
could use the eraser end of a pencil to help clean. 
I would tap the item with the eraser.That’s it. It’s 
a symbol if not a fact of cleaning memories. I set
out a copy of my new book at the time, Life’s 
Missing Instruction Manual, and put the pencil 
on it. Every day for months I tapped on it.
Whenever I walked by it, I paused, picked up the 
pencil, and tapped the eraser end on the book. 
Call it nuts. But it was a psychological trigger to 
help me clean any memories surrounding the 
book. Well,that book became an instant best 
seller and stayed number one for four days. 
Major companies bought thousands of copies. 
Wal-Mart stocked it. Woman’s Day magazine 
featured it.

But I hadn’t done any cleaning on There’s a 
Customer Born Every Minute.The book came out. 
It went close to the best-seller list but didn’t hit 
the top 10. I also orchestrated a major publicity 
stunt to help bring attention to the book. It got 
some attention but no immediate sales. I told Dr. 
Hew Len about this.

“Dunk the book in your mind in a glass of water 
with fruit in it,” he advised.“I know it’s crazy. 
But mark today’s date, dunk book in water, and 
see what happens.”

He also surprised me by asking about Oprah.

“You want to go on her show?”

I stammered that I would love to at some point. 
At that time I hadn’t yet been on the Larry King 
Live show, so Oprah’s show seemed like quite a 

“You have to be clean so you don’t choke,” he advised.

Clean. Clean. Clean.

“Two authors went on and choked,” he explained.

“I don’t want that,” I said.

“When you go on Oprah, it will be for her 
reasons, not yours,” he said.

“That sounds profound,” I commented.

“You have to give up the idea that people do 
things for you. They do things for themselves. All 
you have to do is clean.”

Clean. Clean. Clean.

Before I left Dr. Hew Len on this trip, I again 
asked him about his years as staff psychologist 
at the hospital for the mentally ill criminals.

“I want you to be clear about something,” he told 
me.“It wasn’t easy and I didn’t do it alone.”

I left wanting to know more. Much more.

Clean. Clean. Clean.

It appears that everyone who does Ho’oponopono 
has a rather hypnotic story to tell. For example:

Dear Dr. Hew Len,

I attended the Ho’oponopono gathering in 
Philadelphia recently. I want to thank you deeply 
and humbly from a melting heart for reminding 
me of the way Home. I am eternally grateful to 
the Divine, to you, and to all the children who 
help you do this work of teaching.

What follows is a testimonial of sorts in response 
to the workshop. It is a sharing for those who 
might wonder about the power of Ho’oponopono. 
If it would be helpful to share, please do.If not of
interest, discard and may my gratitude to all be 

Deep heartfelt thanks to you all.

May God grant you all peace, wisdom, health, 
and a long life in which to clean and come Home.
Much, much love and blessings,

Dana Hayne

Testimonial of Philadelphia Ho’oponopono Gathering

Dr. Hew Len began the workshop with a lecture 
and drawings. He laid out the cosmology of 
Ho’oponopono. He asked us,“Who are you? Do 
you know?”Together we explored the incredible, 
eternal, limitless, total, complete, empty, zero 
reality of our true Selves from which all peace
emanates.“Home” he called it.We then explored 
with him the nature of “What is a problem?”
“Have you ever noticed,” he asked,“that 
wherever there is a problem, you are there? Does 
that tell you anything?” Like old Socrates, he 
engaged us in the process, coaxing questions and 
answers. Little did I know that Dr. Hew Len was 
deftly exhuming these hidden memories and 
judgments for cleaning and transformation.

Caught in the net, I raised my hand, asked 
questions, and made comments. However, as the 
days went by, it began to feel to me as though 
every time I asked Dr. Hew Len a question, he 
put me down. I felt “dissed.” Each answer 
burned me and I felt publicly shamed and

By Sunday morning, I was so angry with Dr. 
Hew Len I wanted to leave. I judged him as 
arrogant, controlling, and dominating. I sat
there stewing, angry, ready to cry.

I was so angry, I wanted to leave. Unsure 
whether I was going to bail or not, I did get up 
and go to the bathroom, afraid I would start 
crying right there in the meeting room. I sat in 
one of those ammonia-filled stalls and felt the 
rage, which my anger had now become. Oh, I
felt such murderous rage. Some part of me 
didn’t want to let go of that rage. But something 
else kept prompting me to keep saying,“Forgive
me. Forgive me.And I love you.”

I kept saying this over and over to the rage.
And then I realized that this was not a new 
feeling, that I had felt this same rage percolate
and disguise itself as a slow burn in the back-
ground of my consciousness before—whenever 
my husband would put me down or whenever 
(and always) my lawyer mother had insisted on 
being right.And, oh, she was one whose words 
could make black look white, confusing the 
innocent heart of this child.

And then I understood. I “got it.”Aha! This is it! 
This is some ancient memory, the beam in my 
eye, the beam I thrust into others’ hearts.This is 
the sword of memory that I carry in my heart 
and drag into my “now” and slay others with—
Dr. Hew Len, my mother, my husband, Bush, 
Saddam Hussein, whomever I can accuse and 
slay out there.This is what Dr. Hew Len is 
talking about, the continual loop of tape that 
keeps playing over and over again.

I did not leave. I went back into the conference 
room, and experienced a deep calm the rest of 
the day. I kept silently saying in my head,“I’m 
sorry. Please forgive me.Thank you. I love you.
”When Dr. Hew Len answered questions after 
that, I felt only love from him, none of the 
previous emotions. He hadn’t changed at all. 
Something in me had.

Some time after I returned to the room, Dr. Hew 
Len shared a personal experience about his own 
introduction to Ho’oponopono. He had bailed the 
course, not once, but three times, each time 
thinking that the instructor was “crazy” and each 
time forfeiting the cost of the workshop. Did he 
know what I was thinking? Did he know that I 
had also almost just left because I thought he was 

During the next break, I cautiously approached 
Dr. Hew Len.Very lovingly, he explained that the 
ancient, oft-repeated memory of male dominance 
had raised its head. He explained that this was a 
memory common to many and needed great 
persistence and diligence to heal. It would not be 
until I returned home that I would begin to 
understand the depth of healing that had occurred f
or me at the workshop.

Throughout the weekend, Dr. Hew Len gave us 
tools for transformation, tools that totally defy 
intellectualism. Not expecting results, I dutifully 
but skeptically held my pencil, said “Dewdrop,” 
and tapped the three words that I had written on 
a sheet of paper, words that for me represented 
problems—“computer,”“son,” and “husband.”
Again, I wouldn’t know the power of these words 
until I got home.

When I got home, my husband and son greeted 
me. Both grinning,they said,“Guess what we got 
while you were out.”“A new computer?” I 
guessed.We had been having computer problems, 
which defied hours upon hours (no lie) of 
technical support from in-home technicians to 
the point that I was seriously wondering if we had 
computer nasty, be it jinni or ghost. More 
importantly, we had been having many family 
meltdowns in the past few weeks over our fickle
computers. I didn’t care about computers. I just 
wanted harmony.

I was a little surprised when both spouse and son 
said yes, they had bought a new computer.They 
had agreed just the previous night to wait another 
six months to get one with the new 64-bit 
processor.They then said,“Guess what kind.” I 
went down the list: Dell, Hewlett-Packard, Sony, 
Gateway, Compac, and so on. I named every kind 
of computer you could think of.“No. No. No,” 
they said to each guess.“I give up!” I cried.

Now, my husband of 30 years is a man of very 
strong ideas. He has an iron will, which when 
focused and conscious is nothing less than 
fantastic determination.When he’s not so 
conscious, this determination, however, can feel 
more like stubbornness and nothing can move 
him. He had been a staunch PC advocate, and 
nothing, I mean nothing, would have changed his 
mind. So when they both shouted at me,“Apple!”
you could have scraped me off the floor.You see, 
originally I had wanted an Apple, but Apples 
were not allowed in our home any more than 
pork is allowed in a kosher home.

This might seem trivial to some. But I have been 
married for 30
years.And for 30 years, my marriage has traversed hills and valleys, the
two of us struggling toward a mutual goal of unity and equality.This
apparently inconsequential choice of computers represented a “laying
down of the sword” that only those engaged in the battle would
recognize. I mean if you had told me that China freed Tibet, I would
not have been more surprised.
I remembered mentally lifting my pencil, saying “Dewdrop,” and
tapping “husband,”“computer,” and “son.” Could 30 years of conflict
be so quickly and effortlessly dissolved? Could saying “I’m sorry,”
“Forgive me,”“Thank you,” and “I love you” transform a lifetime of
external conflicts with my authority figures—mother, phone company,
and husband? All I know is that it’s been two weeks since the
workshop. I practice daily what Dr. Hew Len taught me as religiously as
I can. My son’s over a long, protracted illness, and my husband and I
are dialoguing about things I used to keep bottled up and withheld.
Oh, and last night he said,“You know, honey, if you’d like, you can get

one of these little laptops for yourself.”

Friday, February 24, 2017

How to Create Faster Results; zero limits 9

You don’t say “Please forgive me” to the Divine 
because the Divine needs to hear it; you say it 
because you need to hear it. —Dr. Ihaleakala 
Hew Len

Despite all the evidence you read in the preceding 
chapter, I still had my doubts. I told Dr. Hew Len 
that I couldn’t always see immediate results from 
cleaning. He said,“If you could see the array of 
results from your cleansing and the cleansing of 
others, you would be awed. And you would do 
more cleansing.You hold the errors of the world in 
your soul, as well as I do in mine,” he added. 
“Shakespeare is really incredible in his insight:
‘Poor soul, the center of my sinful earth, / 
[Thrall to] these rebel pow’rs that thee array. . .’ 
[Sonnet 146].”

Shakespeare notes that reason (intellect) causes 
madness, confusion, unclarity:

Past reason hunted; and no sooner had,

Past reason hated, as a swallow’d bait,

On purpose laid to make the taker mad 

. . .Sonnet 129

Shakespeare notes the problem of memories:
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear times’ waste.

Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er
The sad account of fore-bemoanèd moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
--Sonnet 30

Morrnah notes the purpose of the gift of life from 
the Divinity:

Clean, erase, erase, and find your own Shangri-la.

Where? Within yourself.

Shakespeare and Morrnah are messengers giving 
insights into the mystery of existence.

I was as open-minded as a person could get—at 
least a person named Joe Vitale, or even Ao 
Akua.  But I still wasn’t understanding the point
of what Dr. Hew Len was trying to tell me. But I 
hung in there. I remembered what I wrote in my 
earlier books: Confusion is that wonderful state 
before clarity.

Well, I was in that “wonderful state.”

A lot of therapists come to Dr. Hew Len, 
complaining that they feel sick or feel like they 
can’t help the people they see. I could relate. 
started a miracles coaching program and wanted 
my coaches to understand that the way to heal 
others is by healing themselves; the others were 
in fact already perfect. Dr.Hew Len explained it 
in an e-mail like this:

A student in the Self I-Dentity through 
Ho’oponopono class this past weekend in 
Calabasas, California, suddenly cried out loudly 
in the afternoon session as I was talking:

“My God. I now know why I feel sick in my 
stomach when I do healing with my clients. I’ve 
been deliberately taking on their woes. And I
don’t have to. I can clean the woes away.”

The student got part of the insight that “healers” 
don’t get. What they don’t get is that the client 
is perfect. The client is not the problem. The 
healer is not the problem. The problem is what 
Shakespeare calls “old woes new wail my dear 
times’ waste.”

The problem is error memories replaying in the 
Subconscious, the Unihipili, that the “healer” 
shares in common with the client.

Self I-Dentity through Ho’oponopono is a 
problem solving process of repentance, 
forgiveness, and transmutation that anyone can 
apply to themselves. It is a process of petitioning 
Divinity to convert error memories in the 
Unihipili to zero, to nothing.

So it is with you. Error memories in your 
Unihipili are replaying problems, be it weight or 
your son or whatever. And the Conscious Mind, 
the Intellect, is clueless. It has no idea what is 
going on.

This being so, Ho’oponopono appeals to the 
Divinity within, who knows, to convert 
whatever memories are replaying in the Unihipili 
to zero.

A point needs to be made. Expectations and 
intentions do not have any impact on Divinity. 
Divinity will do whatever and whenever in its
own way and time.

While I still wasn’t understanding all of this yet, I
did grasp the power of saying “I love you.” It 
seemed innocent enough. What harm could come 
from saying “I love you” all the time? None. In
fact, zero.

As Dr. Hew Len once explained, “To open the way 
for the in-flow of Divine wealth requires first 
canceling memories. As long as memories 
(blocks/limitations) are present in the 
Subconscious, they block Divinity from giving 
us our daily bread.”

I began to feel that this whole “I love you” 
cleaning and clearing and erasing tool needed to 
be shared with the world. Since I’m enough of 
an entrepreneur to see a product here, I talked to 
one of my business partners, Pat O’Bryan, about 
making a special audio of the method. He 
quickly agreed. While he wrote the music, and I
recorded the four phrases, I also wrote the web 
site copy. (You can find it at

That web site and audio became a best seller for 
Pat and me. But what felt better than the sales 
was the fact that we were helping people awaken 
to the power of a simple cleaning process. 
Imagine the thought of thousands of people all 
saying “I love you”!

Mark Ryan—the friend who first told me about the 
mysterious therapist who helped heal mentally ill 
criminals—also joined me in creating a product 
based on Dr. Hew Len’s insights. Mark and I 
developed a subliminal DVD. The idea is to make
change easy and effortless. All you do is slide the 
DVD into any player, sit back, and watch the show
.What you hear are stories told by either Mark or 
myself, and original music.What you see 
consciously are beautiful settings, such as islands 
and clouds.What you don’t see consciously are 
subliminal messages that flash on the screen for 
just moments. These messages are like telegrams 
to your unconscious.They flash the words needed 
to help you let go of any resentments so
you can feel love.The entire DVD is designed to 
help someone forgive and love again. 

This product was designed to help people clean 
the negative blocks within themselves. As they 
cleaned, they got closer to experiencing the bliss 
of the zero limits state of being.

I was learning that ideas were coming to me as I 
continued to clean. I began to call this Inspired 
Marketing. In the past I might try to create a new 
product by combining existing ideas or products. 
Now I was finding it much more powerful, and 
less stressful, to simply allow ideas to come to 
me. All I had to do at that point was act on them.
That’s how Pat and I came up with the “I love 
you” recording.That’show Mark and I created 
the subliminal DVD.The ideas appeared in my 
mind and I acted on them.

If you stop and consider the implications of this, 
you might find yourself in awe.What I’m saying 
is that to just keep cleaning is far more important 
than anything else. As you clean, ideas are given 
you. And some of them could make you very, 
very wealthy.

Dr. Hew Len offers several ways to do nonstop 
cleaning of his own creation. One of them is a 
symbol that came to him in an inspiration one.
This is it:

He put the symbol on his business card, and made 
stickers and buttons out of it. 
(See The word 
Ceeport means, he says, “Clean, Erase, Erase, 
while returning back to Port— the zero state.”

Because I’m today convinced cleaning is the 
only way to get faster results, I wear two pins. I 
also place the symbol as a sticker on everything, 
from my cars to my computer to my wallet to my 
gym equipment. I’d stick it to my forehead if I 
didn’t think it would look strange. Of course, I 
could always get it as a tattoo.

One day, when Dr. Hew Len came to visit me to 
discuss this book, I showed him my new business 
card.A friend had taken a picture of me standing 
in front of my latest new car, a 2005 Panoz 
Esperante GTLM, a hand-assembled exotic luxury 
sports car made outside of Atlanta. I knew I 
looked confident and probably radiated wealth in 
the picture but I had no idea just how powerful 
the image was. (See the photo of Francine and me on my business card.)

“This is a cleaning tool,” Dr. Hew Len said after 
looking at it a few moments. “You can clean 
memories and negativity by swiping your 
business card over things, or people, or yourself.”

Whether he’s right or not, I sure felt better about 
my card and was more than willing to pass it out 
to people. I instantly waved the card over my 
body, to clean any negativity around me. Dr. Hew 
Len smiled and laughed.

Dr. Hew Len said the company logo for the Panoz 
car, an original crest with a yin-yang swirl and a 
three-leaf clover in it, was also a cleaning tool. He 
stared at the bright red, white, and blue colors and
the green clover in it, and said it was a powerful 
symbol for cleaning,too. Since I love my Panoz 
and drive it a fair amount, thinking that it was 
cleaning me as I sat behind the wheel made me 

And the most beautiful thing about my business 
card is that it contains a picture of my car, with 
the Panoz crest right there on the hood. So the 
business card is a double whammy of a cleaning tool.

I’m sure it’s talk like this that makes people think 
Dr. Hew Len is off his rocker. But whether you 
think he’s crazy or not, the results I and others are 
getting with “crazy” cleaning tools like my business
card or his Ceeport design are real. Listing them 
here won’t make much of a difference, though, if 
your mind is purely skeptical. After all, hearing 
about people who stick Ceeport designs in their 
office to increase sales probably seems dumb or 
at best superstitious. Well, maybe it’s the placebo 
effect: It works because you believe it works. If
so, I say keep doing it.

Marvin, for example, a salesman who you’ll read 
about in the next chapter, is breaking all records 
selling luxury cars to customers. He told me he 
sticks Ceeport stickers “everywhere.”

“I stick them under my desk, on my ceiling, on my 
computer, on the coffee pot, under cars, in the 
showroom, in the waiting room, and more,” he 
said. “I don’t get a discount for buying these 
stickers, either. I buy hundreds and use them 

Maybe it’s his belief in the cleaning tool that makes it work.

Or maybe the tool itself does all the work.

Who knows for sure?

A medical doctor once told me, “All medicine 
involves props and placebos.”

If my business card is a placebo, it’s a far less 
expensive one than many others.

I say if it works, do it.

Clean, clean, clean.

Thursday, February 23, 2017

The Difference

Self I-Dentity through

1. Problem solving is intrapersonal.(adjective;
taking place or existing within the mind)

2. Only you and the I are involved.

3. Only you are physically present. 

4. Repentance to the I

5. Forgiveness from the I

Traditional Ho’oponopono

1. Problem solving is interpersonal.

2. A senior member mediates the problem solving session with all 

3. Everyone involved in the problem must be 
physically present.

4. Each participant is required to repent to each 
other, with the senior member mediating so that
participants don’t get contentious.

5. Each participant is required to ask forgiveness 
of each of the other participants.

zero limits 8 : the evidence (3)

The drive to Austin felt like a vacation after 
months on the road with the show. Leaving 
Houston behind was more than a 24-hour break
from the all-encompassing universe of a 
production on tour. It was the juncture of a night 
of reckoning that would reorder my reality even
before the dinner presentation that Dr. Joe Vitale 
was hosting began.

It had been months since I’d last listened to one 
of Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len’s Ho’oponopono 
presentations—a year and a half to be exact. Even 
though I’d never met Joe Vitale before, I felt 
grateful for the fact he had brought Ihaleakala to 
location within driving distance and I could be 
part of the event in Austin.

As changing scenery and little Texas towns 
skimmed by the car window en route to Austin, 
thoughts of other Ho’oponopono presentations 
surfaced and things I’d forgotten came back to 
mind. I flashed back to the first of many times 
I’d heard Ihaleakala speak and had gotten chills 
down my spine when he read the Opening Prayer 
in Hawaiian. I remembered how I’d landed a book 
contract two weeks aftertaking my first 
Ho’oponopono training, virtually by just showing 
up at a publishers convention, talking and leaving 
my card.Two days later a publisher called and 
asked me to submit ideas for a book they were
doing. I had the contract by the end of the month.

As the distance to Austin grew shorter, I also 
reflected on a time just six months earlier when a 
veterinarian in Montreal conveyed the sad news 
that my dear cat Maya had intestinal lymphoma. 
It was questionable whether she would live long 
enough for me to take her from the clinic.When 
Maya was released, the vet thought that with 
luck, I’d have a few weeks to “tell her good-bye.
” I contacted Ihaleakala for help with a special 
cleaning, something to clean whatever this 
precious little creature had taken on of mine. It is 
now a year and three months since Maya’s 
diagnosis. Little could I have imagined at the 
moment I was prepared for her imminent 
departure that months and miles later she would 
still be with me on tour.

Seeing Ihaleakala again in Austin was like 
breaking through the surface after being 
underwater—one of those “back in the world” 
kind of experiences.Yet it was also immediate 
immersion into the most profound life-altering 
practice I have experienced in 25 years of delving 
into everything from Buddhism, Celtic spiritual 
traditions, traditional psychotherapy, dream 
analysis (and I was good at that), energy work, 
and even Wicca.

And there I was in Austin, face to face with 
Ho’oponopono again, a philosophy, a tradition, 
that virtually wipes the slate clean of the 
practices, procedures, and endless analytical 
activities I’d so diligently studied for so long 
before it—all in an effort to understand, fix 
myself, and live the life I came here to live. I 
have to admit, there was a part of me that 
was ready to jump right in among those 
who’d never encountered Ho’oponopono before 
and let them know “I already do that,” but I 
started cleaning and the nonsense (memories) dispersed.

Before Dr.Vitale had even introduced Ihaleakala 
that evening, a revelation hit me like a bolt of 
lightning, causing me to jump up from the table 
where I was sitting and run to the ladies’ room, 
choking back tears. In that moment in Austin, in 
a room that looked out on the downtown skyline, 
Ho’oponopono enveloped my being and I had a
moment of clarity when I knew I no longer 
wanted to be on tour, no matter what. Six weeks 
later, Maya the cat and I were heading west en
route to Los Angeles, bound for a new home in 
Topanga Canyon that surfaced just in time for our 
arrival when the person who was going to take it 
suddenly decided not to rent it.

Another seven months have passed and just 
last week as I wavered on the edge of yet another 
significant change, I read a phrase that Ihaleakala 
wrote:“Zero is home base.” I cleaned and stepped 
off the edge of another existence as I’d known it 
and now can say that I didn’t fall.

Thank you for this opportunity to share the 
changes, revelations, and reflections about 
Ho’oponopono that surfaced from my trip to
Austin in February.

POI(Peace Of I)

Elizabeth Kaye McCall


Before learning about and applying the method, I 
was experiencing struggle in many areas of 
my life: a husband who didn’t believe in me 
and my ability to build a thriving practice, a 
practice that was far from successful, and a 
feeling that I was all alone in pursuit of 
bigger dreams and goals.

During the weekend with Joe when I learned the 

method, I met a young woman who had 
similar interests and goals and we 
agreed to do a business venture together.
That venture was extremely successful 
and took my practice from limping to 
thriving in just two months.We are 
working on our next project. I feel as 
if we’ve been close friends for years 
and not months.The best and most 
significant change is that even before
my business took off, the relationship 
with my husband changed in just 
few weeks. I had been using the 
method whenever I experienced 
discomfort with my relationship 
and suddenly my husband was 
rereading my e-books, asking me 
questions, and sharing his own 
experiences. He took on more 
responsibility at work and has a 
renewed sense of pride and love 
for himself, which has a sizzling 
impact on our relationship!

I have an unwavering trust and confidence in 

myself and what unfolds before me, all 
the while just doing a simple method in minutes a day.

Thank you!

Karrie King

Author of The Red Hot Bedroom (

Creator of Joyful Spaces (


Ho’oponopono Goes Back through Time

I’m an animal lover.

A huge one.

I don’t care or worry only about my own—I love them all.

Years ago, a friend of mine turned me on to 

The Animal Rescue Site 

You can fund food for animals in sanctuaries by 
going to this site and clicking on the 
"Feed an Animal in Need” button. 
Every click provides 6 bowls of food to 
the hungry.A click per day is all 
it takes to make a difference. I’ve been 
visiting this site for the past five years, 
every day, without fail.

One Saturday morning, I was cleaning out my 

e-mails and feeling good about doing my 
part in the world—“feeding the animals 
in need.” I happened to notice a picture listed 
by one of the site’s sponsors.

What I saw was an animal in a cage trying to eat 

its way through the bars. It looked so 
sickly and gaunt that not even all that 
beautiful fluffy fur could mask its pain. 
In fact, it looked so terribly tortured 
that I couldn’t even make out what 
kind of animal it was! Was it a bear? 
raccoon? I honestly couldn’t tell.
Truthfully, I didn’t want to look closer.

My fear told me that I would only be reminding 

myself how much pain exists in the world and that 
there was very little I could do about it. Still, 
know better than to look the other way just so 
that I can feel better.

I felt this overwhelming need to tune in. I could 

hear the animal calling to me, asking me to wake 
up and pay attention.As I looked closer, to my 
horror I discovered that what I was seeing were 
captured bears, held in their cages for tens of 
years on end. The bears live in cages little bigger 
than themselves for ease of “milking.” Bile is 
extracted through a cut made in the bear’s 
abdomen and into the gallbladder,where bile is 
stored after being secreted by the liver via the 
hepatic duct.A tube is inserted into this opening 
to tap the bile, or a steel stick is forced into the 
gallbladder with the bile then running down it 
into a basin.Between 10 and 20 ml of bile is 
tapped from each bear twice daily.The WSPA 
[World Society for the Protection of Animals] 
reports that, during milking, investigators saw 
bears moaning, banging their heads against their 
cages,and chewing their own paws.The mortality 
rate is between 50 and 60 percent.When the 
bears stop producing bile after a few years, they 
are moved to another cage,where they either are 
left to starve to death or are killed for their paws 
and gallbladders. Bear paws are considered a 
delicacy. (

I felt completely sick to my stomach and had a 

knee-jerk reaction to unleash my anger toward 
these ignorant poachers. It took all the discipline 
had to remind myself that shame and blame 
never change a person and that thankfully, thanks 
to Dr. Joe and Dr. Hew Len, I now had something
much better in my bag of tricks that I could apply: 

I began to recite the phrases,“I’m sorry. Please 

forgive me. I love you.Thank you.”As I repeated 
the mantra over and over and over again, I
visualized the bear farmers’ hearts being filled 
with love, understanding, and compassion. I saw 
them having their own “lightbulb moment” as my
information passed through them and they got in 
touch with their own awareness.With their level 
of consciousness being raised and no one to
blame for the blood on their hands but themselves, 
I imagined them falling to their knees in complete 
agony—begging and pleading with God and the 
bears to grant them mercy and forgiveness for the 
torture and suffering they’ve caused these 
beautiful creatures.Then, I saw them releasing all 
the bears and providing them with the medicine, 
care, and healing that they were in dire need of 
and finally setting them free again.

Many of you don’t know (as I didn’t know) that 

bear bile has been used for centuries.Today it is 
used in wine, shampoo, and medicine.The 
enormous weight behind this tragedy didn’t solely
involve healing the present moment—my clearing 
work occupied going back through time, through 
the ages.There was hundreds of years’worth of 
pain here to heal.

This experience consumed me. For hours that day, 

I couldn’t focus on anything else and kept 
repeating:“I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Thank 
you. I love you.”

The heaviness of this global pain was inescapable 

and undeniable. I was consumed with anguish.
And I was grieving. It was as if I was the one who 
captured those bears and held the key to their 
prison myself.

Once a week, my husband and I make it a point to 

have a “date day.” On this day he invited me to 
go see a movie with him. I was inagony and didn’t
feel much like going out. But I knew it wouldn’t
make any sense to say,“No thanks. I’m really not 
up to it—I’m worried about the bears.”

Keeping my own clearing work to myself, I agreed 

to go out with him.We went to see the movie 16 
Blocks with Bruce Willis. Little did I know then 
that the theme of this movie would be in complete
alignment with what I was already experiencing.
The highlighted message in the movie was 
“People can change.”

All throughout the movie, I practiced Ho’opono-

pono. In one scene,I noticed a bus in the back-
ground and the banner/ad on the side of the bus 
showed a picture of a teddy bear and the words 
beneath the bear read:“Send Love.”

My previous training would reveal to me that this 

was a “waking dream.” My current teachings 
would say,“Keep doing what you’re doing.You’re 
on the right track!” Is this how the universe 
speaks to us? I’d like to think so.

It was yet another reminder to me that the bear 

farmers didn’t need my anger to change; they just 
needed my love.The bears needed my love.The 
world needs our love. Love changes people and 
there are no exceptions to this rule. Sending love 
to a dangerous, ugly, or abusive situation is the 
only thing we can do if we’re looking for drama-
free healing and everlasting change. It’s not 
always an easy thing to do, but herein forever 
lies the answer: love.

As my hyper vigilance started to quiet down and 

the day faded into evening, the nausea, anxiety, 
guilt, pain, and grief that I was feeling earlier 
were finally starting to subside. Still, I continued 
to Ho’oponopono my way throughout the 
remainder of the day until I fell asleep that night.

Not too long thereafter, I was walking past the 

television one day and heard the newscaster 
announce a recent bear rescue. In my heart of
hearts, I knew that this message was meant for me
—that I was given confirmation of how we truly 
can make a difference in any part of the world, no 
matter where we live.And yes, even when we’re 
out eating popcorn and watching a movie.

Thank you, Dr. Joe and Dr. Hew Len and all of 

those before you who have brought the message 
of Ho’oponopono into our lives so that we can 
awaken and carry the knowledge that we have 
the power to heal the world and make a 
difference. Our work here has only just begun.

Please, let us always remember:

Harm none.

Love everything.

Love everyone.

Ho’oponopono travels across time....

Suzanne Burns


My Lifelong Search for an Asthma Cure Was Over 

One mysterious evening, after over 50 years of 

asthma and allergies, this condition abruptly, 
magically halted. 
Dateline: February 25, 2006.

Earlier that day, while relaxing over an Austin 

Tex-Mex lunch, I felt a quickening in my being. 
Oooooh, it felt very mysterious, like something 
was happening and I was somehow being worked 
on.A waveof love overwhelmed me and then I 
resumed lunch.

That evening in the hotel meeting room an 

electricity filled the air—an inexplicable pulsing 
of excitement. Dr. Hew Len, the speaker,ended up 
sitting at my table. Midway through the meal I 
told an asthma experience I had, and he used 
that later to springboard into his talk.

Well, I was familiar with the Hawaiian huna 

spiritual healing model but not the healing 
and forgiveness methodology and philosophy
at the heart of the healing, which he explained at 
length. Dr. Hew Len told us he was working on 
clearing each of us in attendance at the dinner, 
by reading our names and getting clarity and 
“oneness” with us.

How he does it is by expressing love for each 

person, asking for forgiveness for any wrongdoing 
consciously or unconsciously from the past or 
present of himself and his ancestors, to us and our 
predecessors, all the way back to the beginning 
of time and microbic life forms.Wow! That’s a lot 
to clear—so that he and we can all get back to 
true relationship in and of Divinity.

The next day unveiled the miracle at hand. I met 

my mentor (from Joe Vitale’s Executive Mentoring 
Program) and his wife for lunch, being that I was 
from out of town and we’d never met in person. 
had to walk quite a few blocks to the restaurant 
and realized I didn’t need an inhaler at all during 
the trek.That was most unusual and the first clue.
They remarked how far it was from where my car 
was parked and I told them that perhaps I no 
longer had asthma and that it felt like it was so.

Later that evening I had the pleasure of dining 

with Dr. Hew Len and we spoke of the healing of 
Ho’oponopono and that now, having experienced 
its power in my life with asthma, I could go and 
help others with this problem. He also spoke of 
the importance of drinking water before each 
meal to flush out toxins and also to rid the home
environment of clutter. Ahem!

Well, the best got better and better. It’s been 

nearly six months since, and even though I 
got bronchitis, I bounced back without 
medicines. I never wheezed or needed an 
inhaler or asthma drug of any sort. Since
then I’ve been in homes with cats, dogs, 
and birds for hours at a time and had no 
wheezing or need for inhalers. My lungs 
are clear as a bell and I can breathe 
deeply and fully, and this for the first 
time ever.Wow!

Dr. Hew Len, though you don’t call it a healing or

 yourself a healer, and would say that the universe 
and my soul did it, thank you,and thanks to Joe 
Vitale for sharing Dr. Hew Len and a night of
healing magic! I’m forever grateful.

Martha Snee


And here’s one more:

An Irishman Finds Aloha

Ten years ago, I began the study of myself 

through the use of Ho’oponopono. I came into
the understanding of this Hawaiian problem
solving process after years of study in Asian 
systems of healing, martial arts, and energy work.

I had been through what could be called the 

wringer in terms of my search for what could 
be understood as enlightenment, and being Irish, 
am always looking for the proof of the pudding 
(meaning seeing results versus smokescreens of 
words). Being raised in South Boston,
Massachusetts (a tough as nails, Irish working-
class neighborhood where the sounds of gunfire 
and police sirens were like inner city birdcalls),
chances of discovering metaphysical under-
standings of the universe didn’t often come up. 
So, upon finding an opportunity to attend a free 
lecture, I jumped at the chance to check out 
this Hawaiian understanding of life.

What I found was very different. Many systems 

utilize and move energy (like moving pieces on 
a chessboard). Ho’oponopono, however, 
awakened me to how to erase the negative 
elements that manifest as problematic situations 
inside myself (thus removing the chess pieces
altogether). I was intrigued, to say the least. 
Many of the concepts at the time flew over my 
head, as all of the ideas were new to me. But at 
the end of the lecture, I figured I would give the 
two free tools that were given out as a gift a 
chance and began to use them as much as I 
could during the day and throughout my 
massage practice to see if the proof of the 
pudding was in the eating.

In the past, I practiced Tui Na, a form of Chinese

medical massage, and over time, my viewpoint 
began to shift in terms of my understanding of 
treatments. Before doing the tools, I had a set
understanding of what was wrong within a 
person based on the Asian traditions of energy
and meridians. But as I used the tools, I 
noticed that my understanding of the how or 
why changed and that it did not correspond 
with my prior training, as I would be treating 
areas that had no correlation to the reported 
issues of the clients coming in. As I did so,the 
client(s) would report almost instant results 
for varied issues. Needless to say, I began to 
wrestle with my understandings and started
to see a bigger picture of this Hawaiian art 
form begin to unfold.The next spring, I 
attended a full training and began to truly 
apply the methods and practices.

One day I received a call from a former client 

whom I will call Jo, a practicing psychologist. 
She asked me to see a patient of hers whom 
she was very concerned about (I will call her 
Farah), who had a clinical diagnosis of bipolar 
disorder, attempted suicide numerous times, 
and was committed on a few occasions for 
her own safety. I said to Jo,“What did I ever 
do to you?” She laughed  and said,“I know 
you can help her.You have to. If you don’t, she 
won’t make it.” So I agreed.At the end of the
call, Jo also said that Farah was once attacked 
by a massage therapist. I asked myself,“What 
am I going to do to help this woman?”
When I went home that evening, I sat for a while 
and wondered what could I do. How could I 
effect change on this level? After some intro-
spection, Ho’oponopono! Ho’oponopono! kept 
playing in my mind like a broken record. So I 
began to use the tools as I never had before. I 
put marathon efforts into each session before, 
during, and well after, never telling Farah 
anything about my secret. 
During our meetings, the treatment room was 
full of humor and the air had a sense of thick 
peace to it as I cleaned.To make a long story 
short, Farah had a complete turnaround and 
is now a productive woman able to handle 
life as it comes. She is walking proof that if 
we take 100 percent responsibility, situations 
can indeed shift.
My massage practice also has shifted and has 
moved ahead, and I rarely touch anyone 
anymore. Currently, I find myself driving 
through life, hitting speed bumps now and 
then, amazed at where the cleaning will 
bring me next. Has it been simple? No, but 
I truly value all the situations that have 
come up and made me realize who I am.
After many years as a volunteer for the 
Foundation of I, Inc.

Freedom of the Cosmos, my viewpoint is simple: