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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.

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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.

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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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