TEACHINGS OF WATER
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Water is a life force. Without water, no life exists. Without love, no life exists. Water, therefore, must be a sacred part of the constitution of love.

Water requires a unity, a combination. Hydrogen and oxygen, both gases, both complements of energy, combine in unity to form water--a liquid. The change of phase from gas to liquid is very symbolic of our coming to be, transitioning from the world of energy into the world of the physical, of matter.

Water is multidimensional. It can exist in three phases or states: gas, liquid or solid. It does so in accordance with the amount of energy required to maintain its state of being. Less energy makes solid, more makes gas or vapor.

Our bodies composed of water, are synthesized and organized in form and, therefore, would not be if not from unity, from love.

Form implies organization, structure, but most of all, unity and common bond--a connectedness and an allowed relationship according to general principle or universal law, rather than by choice or ego.

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Our minds, as well as our bodies, like water, are neat to be dynamic and must flow lest they suffer by stagnation. Water that does not flow will stagnate, be unfit. Nothing will grow in it, and it will not support life.

Growth can only result from change. No change means no growth, then stagnation--A change or deterioration rather than expansion, decrease rather than increase.

Currents are characterized by a running or flowing; general tendencies or drifts.

Several molecules come together in currents if flow is present. A molecule that chooses not to join with other molecules, to become the stream, cannot move or enjoy the dynamics of the currents, cannot celebrate unity with other molecules.

can a molecule celebrate life by being separate and independent? Perhaps, for it only has to BE in order to celebrate. But what is celebration without joining? Only selfishness.

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Molecules join to make fluids--pools, ponds, streams, rivers, lakes, seas and oceans. Though water molecules can exist in the small quantities and grow to larger ones, they never lose their identity, their character or values. They can join with other molecules in larger formats and still exist together in unity and combination.

The power of one drop of water when dropped is small. But combined with others, the power of many drops is a greater force in the combination than alone.

Waves are made by joining many ripples. Unity must, therefore, prevail. Streams or rivers are created by several molecules in unity, in movement. Where there is flow or movement, there is turbulence and obscurity. Pure water is clear, with absence of all impurities seen. Impurities that mix and blend with water become temporarily suspended in solution, clouding and muddying with the things added or absorbed, just as egocentric desires and pleasures cloud the clarity and purity of the soul or spirit.

For water to return to clarity, it must patiently wait for the obscurity to subside, to precipitate out or settle to the bottom. In time, things become more clear as soon as they become understood and when the impurities are discarded. Alcohol, drugs, smoking and other addictions are impurities to cloud the spirit.

For life to be lived in fullness, life must flow--take a certain directions. We are all like currents or little eddies caught or swept up in the mainstream of life.

Currents are the paths that each of us take in this life flow, seeking refuge from the fury, frenzy, murky, insane turbulence, and pollution of the mainstream, taking paths of least resistance, in our search for the serene and placid-- to be clear again among still waters until evaporation and the change of phase from life and living to the energy or vapor state of existence which some call Heaven.

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The ego, like water uncontrolled, will always make its own way, its own course. However, without guidance, it will disrupt, flood, overtake and consume that which is in its way until it chooses to return to its guidance, its channel of original influence, of existence.

A channel, like a wise person or elder, can take the form of guidance, or it can imprison the current with conformity and the demarcations of past currents who braved to chart a new course, a new direction.

The waterway never stays the same, is forever changing its shape and path as the new waters erode the side walls in search of new truths, discovery of new things. One can never put one's foot in the same river or stream . . . Change is the master architect as well as water.

The sidewalls yield to the force and pressures of the waters, breaking the bounds to permit the currents some limited freedom.

Shall we desire to be the riverbed or the river? Where there is no containment, there can be no flow, no current. Where there is containment, there is no purpose served without something to contain.

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Channels are a type of containment. Nevertheless, flow is permitted. Dams are also a containment, but little or no flow permitted. Usually, dams are for the protection of something or the hiding of something--distancing. Dams prevent rivers from flowing. Dams isolate, cause separation. The ego is a dam . . .

Rivers need flow to be rivers, otherwise, lead to be lakes or ponds which will stagnate or die if not replenished.

Riverbeds serve no purpose if no flow. Dams prevent riverbeds from fulfilling purpose. Fear is but one dam. There are many others . . .

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Therefore, the river and the riverbed must necessarily function in harmony if to serve purpose. Else, no current, no flow, no unity--no celebration, only evaporation without purpose.

Past any given poiny in the current, the riverbed says "Hello" and "Good-bye" to all molecules that cross its path. The riverbed holds, but does not hold onto . . . one great lessons of the riverbed.

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By dropping a small pebble in the water,
the ripples spread from the center
and flow outward to affect still waters,
to affect the peace.

Small pebbles make little waves.
Big pebbles make big waves.
The pebble could be gossip,
unkind words, anger, or perhaps . . . love.
But even small pebbles cause awareness.

Just by dropping, little waves still carry messages,
no matter the size of stone.
Little waves of gossip
still carry hurt that runs to the bone.

And perhaps some lonely heart you've stirred with love as your pebble,
has caused the waves to be heard.
A ripple goes from one to another,
inviting whatever it carries forth to be propagated in turn,
good or bad, it makes no difference--
For waves, like the riverbed, carry whatever surfs their crests.

Each ripple or wave that bears hope or sadness makes riples wide and far.
But a splashing, dashing wave of love
reaches beyond the farthest star.
Words of gladness, hope and faith,
once dropped, may disappear soon.
But waves of praise continue skyward
and reach as high as the moon.

So don't fear to drop a wave of comfort
for its sweet harmony to rise and be heard,
over miles upon miles of placid waters
by dropping peelbes of love in your words.

~By J.C. High Eagle~

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Drop a pebble in the water:
just a splash, and it is gone;
But there's half-a-hundred ripples
Circling on and on and on,
Spreading, spreading from the center,
flowing on out to the sea.
And there is no way of telling
where the end is going to be.

Drop a pebble in the water:
in a minute you forget,
But there's little waves a-flowing,
and there's ripples circling yet,
And those little waves a-flowing
to a great big wave have grown;
You've disturbed a mighty river
just by dropping in a stone.

Drop an unkind word, or careless:
in a minute it is gone;
But there's half-a-hundred ripples
circling on and on and on.
They keep spreading, spreading, spreading
from the center as they go,
And there is no way to stop them,
once you've started them to flow.

Drop an unkind word, or careless:
in a minute you forget;
But there's little waves a-flowing,
and there's ripples circling yet,
And perhaps in some sad heart
a mighty wave of tears you've stirred,
And disturbed a life was happy
ere you dropped that unkind word.

Drop a word of cheer and kindness:
just a flash and it is gone;
But there's half-a-hundred ripples
circling on and on and on,
Bearing hope and joy and comfort
on each splashing, dashing wave
Till you wouldn't believe the volume
of the one kind word you gave.

Drop a word of cheer and kindness:
in a minute you forget;
But there's gladness still a-swelling,
and there's joy circling yet,
And you've rolled a wave of comfort
whose sweet music can be heard
Over miles and miles of water
just by dropping one kind word.

~By James W. Foley~

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