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DR Masaru Emoto took water from the same source, divided it in two containers, one
container he labelled LOVE, the other HATE. He then froze both containers and put them
under a microscope. The container labelled LOVE formed the most beautiful crystals, the
one labelled HATE formed ugly dishevelled shapes. The same test has been repeated
countless times all over the world. When water has been exposed to loving kind thoughts,
beautiful pictures, music, such as Beethoven etc, it freezes in the most beautiful
crystals. Water, when exposed to thoughts of hatred, pictures, such as Adolf Hitler, heavy
metal music, have all tuned out ugly and dishevelled when frozen.
Water is the driving force of all nature, if the world, you, and me, are made up of 70% to
90% water, and our thoughts shape water, how are your thoughts shaping you? .
WATER
Trickling down my window pane
I see magic, more than rain
Consciously or unconsciously, effecting our brain
Understanding water, life will never be the same
A conscious awareness, a memory to
It affects my thoughts, my life, and you
The world, you and I, are three quarters water
It can change your life, your thoughts it alters
What you would find inconceivable
Scientific facts have proved believable
Water has an effect on whatever you’re thinking
It will take you high or leave you sinking
When you next drink water, think love and gratitude
Your life will change and so will your attitude
DR Masaru Emoto, his words are true
Look him up, I dare you!
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An exotic little girl in an illuminating white gown,
is curled gazing into a brook at her own reflection.
Far from prying eyes of her birth town,
She listens to the magical mythical water for guidance and direction!
This tiny little clearing is her own private place.
The strong smell of jasmine comes from thousands of flowers.
The stream is so clear she can see every detail of her angelic face;
And though a myth, in this tiny haven she'll spend countless hours.
Here among the suns' rays surrounded by beauty so pure;
She spends most of her days crouched by the magical waters waiting for a cure!
Studying the sing-song conversation of the magical waters from her reflection.
Deep in her body she feels the vibration, and she begins to mend back into
perfection!
She feels the sun upon her pale skin,
and knows this is a place of enchanting lore.
This magical mythical haven has made her believe again,
and back through the clear water she enters the forgotten door!
*Note: A combination of rhyme and couplet so I'm putting form as rhyme
For Deborah Guzzi's "Myth" contest
Sometimes The River is long
at places mighty deep
The currents not always steady,
into the ground, water will seep
Along the way the water rushes,
there's a need to hold it back
A dams not always foolproof,
sometimes it'll form a crack
The water will rise quickly,
over the banks it will flood
Tearing, ripping, and destroying,
causing destruction, spilling blood
To each person The River differs
With time, changes are made
The enemy can cause erosion
and the waters began to fade
Muddy with deceptive influence
or perfect clarity, to vision
How The River flows is ultimately,
each persons own decision
The River can be very short,
where it comes to an abrupt end
or it can form a tributary,
where a new life will begin
So, when you follow this river,
The River that we call "Life"
May your journey flow freely,
devoid of pain and strife
Don't let the water become polluted,
with corruption and decay
Live your life to the,
fullest every single day