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’opono-
pono 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 some-
thing 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.“Fidemmeans faith.”
Dr. Hew Len is silent as he holds the ring. He seems to be re-
ceiving images or impressions. I’m quiet while he seems to be tuning
in to the ring itself.
“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
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