Archive for the ‘meditations’ Category


I won’t stand on my soapbox for long, but I want to emphasize the moral compass necessary to be a good dowser and a good human.  Ethics don’t depend on religious preferences or life circumstances; it’s as simple as the Golden Rule we all learned as children.  With all the knowledge of the Universe at our fingertips, we have a responsibility to guide our actions with the highest standard of personal integrity, compassion, and love.

Here is a beautiful set of guidelines to inspire awareness of our actions – both good and bad.  It is not limited to one tribe, culture, or ethnicity, but is for everyone.

Native American Code of Ethics:

  • Rise with the sun to pray.  Pray alone.  Pray often.  The Great Spirit will listen, if only you speak.
  • Be tolerant of those who are lost on their path.  Ignorance, conceit, jealousy, and greed stem from a lost soul.  Pray that they will find guidance.
  • Search for yourself, by yourself.  Do not allow others to make your path for you.  It is your road and yours alone.  Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you.
  • Treat the guests in your home with much consideration.  Serve them the best food, give them the best bed, and treat them with respect and honor.
  • Do not take what is not yours, whether from a person, a community, the wilderness, or from a culture.  It was not earned nor given.  It is not yours.
  • Respect all things that are placed upon this earth, whether it be people or plant.
  • Honor other people’s thoughts, wishes, and words.  Never interrupt another or mock or rudely mimic them.  Allow each person the right to personal expression.
  • Never speak of others in a bad way.  The negative energy that you put out into the universe will multiply when it returns to you.
  • All persons make mistakes, and all mistakes can be forgiven.
  • Bad thoughts cause illness of the mind, body, and spirit.  Practice optimism.
  • Nature is not FOR us, it is a PART of us.  It is part of your worldly family.
  • Children are the seeds of our future.  Plant love in their hearts and water them with wisdom and life’s lessons.  When they are grown, give them space to grow.
  • Avoid hurting the hearts of others.  The poison of your pain will return to you.
  • Be truthful at all times.  Honesty is the test of one’s will within this universe.
  • Keep yourself balanced.  Your Mental self, Spiritual self, Emotional self, and Physical Self – all need to be strong, pure, and healthy.  Work out the body to strengthen the mind.  Grow rich in spirit to cure emotional ails.
  • Make conscious decisions as to who you will be and how you will react.  Be responsible for your own actions.
  • Respect the privacy and personal space of others.  Do not touch the personal property of others – especially sacred and religious objects.  This is forbidden.
  • Be true to yourself first.  You cannot nurture and help others if you cannot nurture and help yourself first.
  • Respect others’ religious beliefs.  Do not force your belief on others.
  • Share your good fortune with others.  Participate in charity.

I also recommend exploring the British Society of Dowsers Good Dowsing Practices, as well as the Dalai Lama’s Ethics for the New Millenium – a beautiful discourse on how to incorporate love and compassion in your life, regardless of religion or dogma.


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Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)


The Rhodora

On Being Asked Whence Is The Flower


In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes,

I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods,

Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook,

To please the desert and the sluggish brook.

The purple petals, fallen in the pool,

Made the black water with their beauty gay;

Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool,

And court the flower that cheapens his array.

Rhodora!  if the sages ask thee why

This charm is wasted on the earth and sky,

Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing,

Then Beauty is its own excuse for being;

Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose!

I never thought to ask; I never knew;

But, in my simple ignorance suppose

The self-same Power that brought me there, brought you.



While cleaning out what will eventually become my healing room, I came across a book of poetry that belonged to my grandmother.  It has been in our family for years, and is full of early American classics: Emerson, Thoreau, Wordsworth, Longfellow – even the Gettysburg Address.  Several pages still had Gram’s bookmarks in them, and I opened the first one to this lovely poem.  The last line really struck me, because, for as long as I can remember, semantics and a tendency to intellectualize faith has kept me from feeling any sort of connection to the Divine.  I became a religion major because I loved reading the texts and learning about many different aspects of people’s beliefs, but never felt comfortable with the Christianity I was raised in (despite Methodist churches in New England being little more than town meetings with coffee and cake after); I just didn’t buy a patriarchal, war-mongering, one-dimensional deity.  As of late, I’ve been releasing a lot of the hate and fear towards spiritual belief that had been blocking me from fully accepting my life’s purpose and the interconnectedness of nature, humans, the universe and god… the dreaded “g” word.  Some of these patterns did not start with this life, and have been carried through many incarnations, manifesting in different ways:  the effects rippling to many whom I came in contact with.  I wasn’t even fully aware of my disdain for the very word “god”, let alone “God”, and the overtly righteous tone of monotheism until I looked closer at my own shadows.  I feared and hated because I actually yearned for a connection.  The perceived absence of a divine presence in my life had created a lonliness that was so buried I was oblivious to the cause.  I could intellectualize about everything in the universe being broken down into smaller and smaller building blocks until our very existence simply became energy vibrating at a high frequency, but only recently was I able to take that scientific explanation and add the element of divinity.  We are all inherently divine.  There is no set of rules handed down from the mountain, sacrifices made in the temple, or other signs of obedience we must fulfil in order for this to be true.  It simply is.  Accepting this notion that we – all manner of plants, stones, rivers, finned, furry, four-legged, two-legged creatures – are beings of Light and love, connected and infused with the same web of energy, feels far more marvelous than years of cynicism and denial.  Everyone must come to this realization in their own time and by their own path – it isn’t a truth that is easily accepted for many, but, by starting small, by working to grow and develop spiritually, emotionally, mentally, and physically, such understanding can be reached.  I can safely say, it is well worth the journey.


Ralph Waldo Emerson was one of several early American literary figures associated with the cultural movement that was formed in reaction to the rational, intellectualized assumptions about religion (among other reasons).  The “spiritual hunger” of New England at that time, along with more widely available non-Western scriptures, opened the door for a fresh perspective on religious truths.  Intuition, insight, and inspiration were soon considered gifts from a loving Divinity who gave them to mankind for a purpose, emphasizing the a priori conditions of knowledge regarding the unknowable character of ultimate reality over the empirical and material.  Much of Emerson’s poetry follows the principle that natural facts are symbols of spiritual facts, and the mystical unity of God’s love can be found throughout nature.

Emerson also said, 

“We will walk on our own feet; we will work with our own hands, we will speak with our own minds… A nation of men will for the first time exist, because each believes himself inspired by the Divine Soul which also inspires all men.”

Learn more about Transcendentalism.

Learn more about Emerson’s “The Rhodora”.

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Listen to the mantra here.*


Maha Mrityunjaya Mantra

OM triyambakam yajāmahe

sugandhim pushtivardhanam,

urvārukamiva bandhanān

mrrityormokshiya māmrritāt.

(Rig Veda:  Mandala 7, Hymn 59, Verse 12)




We worship the Three-eyed one (Lord Shiva)

who is naturally fragrant, immensely merciful, and

who is the protector of the devotees.

Worshipping Him, may we be liberated from death for the sake of immortality,

just as the ripe cucumber easily separates itself from the binding stalk.

[By your Grace, let me be in the state of salvation and be saved from the clutches of fearful death.]


We worship the Father of the three worlds,

who emits the excellent fragrance which nourishes all.

As a cucumber is released from its bondage to the stem,

so may we be freed from Death to dwell in immortality.


The Maha Mrityunjaya Mantra, meaning Great Death-Conquering Mantra or Prayer of the Great Victor Over Death, has many names and forms, including the Rudra Mantra, Tryambakam Mantra, Mrita-Sanjivini Mantra, Moksha Mantra, and Markandeya Mantra.  Along with the Gayatri Mantra, it is probably the most chanted and highest revered of all the mantras in Hinduism.  Addressed to Lord Shiva, it is believed to generate divine vibrations that ward of negative energies and evil forces, creating a powerful protective shield around the chanter, a veritable divine armor which guards against accidents and misfortunes of every kind.  It rejuvenates us, pulsating through every cell and molecule in our body, tearing away the veil of ignorance, and igniting a fire within us that consumes negativity, purifying our entire system.  Many believe this centuries old mantra can heal diseases declared incurable, and bestows health, long life, peace, prosperity, and contentment.  We evoke Shiva within, who removes the fear of death, liberating us from the cycle of death and rebirth and connecting us to our own inner divinity.

Depending on which text you read, there are several accounts regarding the origins of this mantra.  The Puranas tell the story of a childless sage, Mrikandu, and his wife, Marudvati, who had gained great spiritual knowledge and wisdom.  Through their penance and meditation on their desire to have a child, Lord Shiva was pleased and blessed them with a boon, offering them a divine son who would only live sixteen years, or a foolish son who would live one hundred years.  Shiva knew their choice, and was not surprised when they chose the divine child, whom they named Markandeya.  By the time the boy was eight, he knew all of the holy scriptures and his sagely parents taught him the tools to attain spiritual knowledge, which he performed with great devotion.  They did not tell him about the shortness of his life, but, as his sixteenth year approached, their sadness exposed what Lord Shiva had revealed.  On the day of his sixteenth birthday, Markandeya took sanctuary in a Shiva temple, and began his meditations opposite a Shiva Lingam.  When the messengers of Yama, Lord of Death, arrived to take him away and began to pull the prana out of his body, the boy embraced the holy Lingam and, full of devotion, burst into the Maha Mrityunjaya Mantra.  The messengers could not complete their task and returned to their Lord, who went himself to the temple, urging Markandeya to come willingly and follow the natural laws of life and death.  The boy tightened his grip around the Shiva Lingam, and surrendered himself to its protection.  Yama threw His noose around the nose of the boy to collect him, but threw it too far and it encircled the Lingam as well.  Dwelling in the image, Lord Shiva split the Lingam in his rage and appeared, killing Yama with His foot for encroaching on His authority.  Although Yama had no jurisdiction to throw the noose over Him, the other Gods implored Lord Shiva to bring Yama back to life, lest the order of the universe be upset by His death.  Shiva complied, and then turned to Markandeya and declared, “It is true that your karma decrees you must die by the age of sixteen.  However, there are still a few minutes left before you reach your sixteenth birthday, therefore, I stop your aging process at this very moment.  You shall not get any older, thus, death may never claim you.”  Shiva blessed Markandeya to become the ever-living master of the Himalayas, and a powerful spiritual discipline to promote healing was born.


Maha Mrityunjaya Mantra in its original sanskrit.

Maha Mrityunjaya Mantra in its original Sanskrit.

*There is an urban legend attributing this to the Dalai Lama, however, it is actually a Dutch man named Hein Braat, who is self-taught and performs traditional chants with his own unique character.  I find his voice addictive and strikingly beautiful and feel compelled to suggest you buy his CDs because the sound quality is much better and he is an artist deserving of your patronage.

**An exact translation of the Vedic mantras is next to impossible, so we rely on the interpretations from spiritual, sacrificial, physiological, and sociological perspectives, provided by venerable Swamis and Yogis over the centuries. Understanding the words is important to make the repetitions meaningful, so here are two word-by-word translations of the Sanskrit.

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A beautiful way to start the day:



Hello Divine Oneness.  

We stand here within you, this special group of your Beings.  We thank you for this day.  We thank you for each other.  I thank you for me.  We dedicate our day to the honor and purpose of Oneness.  We ask that everything we need be provided for.  We ask that everything we do today, say today, hear today, be only in the highest good; in my highest good, in the highest good for all concerned, and in the highest good for all of life everywhere throughout the Universe.

End of Message.

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