Water Is Alive and Intelligent

Emotos’s book provides further fascinating examples of water's intelligent responsiveness to other forms of life. The shape of crystals of water infused with specific flower aroma oils closely resembles shape of flower from which oil comes. The distorted structure of water right after devastating Kobe, Japan, earthquake transformed into beautiful, perfectly-formed crystals three months later after helping hands and sympathy from all over world were given to people of Kobe. When a Buddhist priest prayed for an hour over polluted water in a lake behind a dam in Japan, crystalline structure of water changed from malformed and distorted to one of immense beauty and power. A distinctly visible aura appears around water crystal in photos.

Natural water crystals have a hexagonal, six-sided, core structure basic to all water crystals. However, after a Buddhist monk chanted a very specific, ancient prayer over water, resulting crystalline structure changed to heptagonal—seven-sided. His prayer had been to "Seven Goddesses of Fortune!"

Our Intimate Connection with Water

These groundbreaking water photos indicate that our human words, intentions and actions can make water we consume more beautiful, clean, healthy and harmonious to our well-being. Also, these pictures of liquid crystals have a profound energizing effect on people viewing them. Many people report feeling strong emotions and realizations rising up from depth of their beings. Viewing pictures, many people experience a gradual, yet distinct opening of their heart and perceptual awareness.

These amazing, affecting photos of water crystals clearly demonstrate that water is a mirror reflecting our human consciousness.

"No, damn it!" he yelled into receiver. "What a stupid question! What hell's wrong with you! Of course, I don't want to die!"

Drawing on my abiding faith in my spirit, I responded with total assurance, "Well, you don't have to. You can decide to live."

I told him about people who'd been diagnosed with terminal cancer. Many I knew personally and some I'd heard of. Like him, medical profession had abandoned them. Like him, they were sent home to die.

"But they refused to accept verdict of death, John. They healed themselves."

There was a long pause on other end of line. Finally, he asked, "What kind of cancer?"

"All kinds," I answered. "Through power of meditation and personal power of intention, disease went into remission. The cancers simply disappeared without any medical explanation."

I knew concept was hard for my brother to accept. The notion of self-healing was difficult for John to understand when he was healthy, let alone while looking death in face. Meditation, spirit guides, angels, other dimensions-those things didn't really exist for John. He loved me. I knew that as fact. But he felt I was a kook. I asked him to think about it. He said he would. The conversation ended shortly thereafter. I worried that he would dismiss me and not call again.

The next evening, I hung around telephone. It was getting late. It was past hour my brother usually went to sleep. I was getting up my courage to call him when phone rang. It was John. We talked about practical and physical worries that had preyed on his mind throughout day. Would there be enough life insurance money for his family? Would his early demise emotionally scar his sons? He cried. The paralysis had spread. He didn't think he had much more time.

Once again I was prodded intuitively to ask, "John, do you want to die?

Again, his anger crackled across telephone line. No, he did not want to die. How could I even ask such a ridiculous question? This tumor in his brain wasn't something he wished for!

As before, I told him he didn't have to die. He could decide to live. I listened to him rant on about my irrational beliefs and eccentric lifestyle. I held my tongue.

"Do you know anyone who has beaten terminal cancer?" he demanded angrily. "Personally, Keith! Do you personally know anybody who' s survived advanced cancer after doctors gave up on them?"

Pausing first to fortify myself, I then began sharing stories of every acquaintance I knew personally who had cured themselves of terminal cancer. Like many people facing a medical death sentence, my brother didn't want to hear about any secondhand examples of cures. He was only interested in those case histories in which I personally witnessed people with tangible, visible complications directly linked to medically diagnosed cancer. In addition, examples were only valid for John if people had gone into remission and been cancer-free for at least a year after healing. John basically eliminated every story I had in my arsenal except for five people. But that was enough. He was listening.

Fortunately, in regard to my story telling, John's memory was slipping fast. So, I could get away with repeating same five case histories over and over again!

I even got him to meditate with me over phone. Together, we asked for assistance from-as John put it-"whoever was listening." After two months of nightly, intensely emotional talking marathons, John awoke one morning to find his paralysis gone! He could move his whole body. His wife rushed him to hospital for a magnetic resonance imaging test. The tumor had completely disappeared! Within weeks, John's health returned to normal.

My brother decided to live. He cured himself. John is alive and kicking today. And he's now decidedly more open to possibilities beyond limitations of tribal collective consciousness- arbitrary societal beliefs he took on from his family, friends, school and society.

In fact, he's begun his own exploration outside boundaries of mainstream cultural conditioning. John is enjoying being a " househusband," driving kids to soccer practice and music lessons while his wife Sharon gallivants around globe lecturing as a tenured professor.