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viet-womanWho is an Enemy?

Reflections from the Killing Fields

Last month Jonette led a Spiritual Adventure Tour to Vietnam and Cambodia. Her next trip will be to Australia and New Zealand in October/November 2017. These are her thoughts after visiting the ‘Hanoi Hilton’ prison in Vietnam and the Killing Fields in Cambodia.

 

Vietnam and its beautiful people welcomed our chef-in-vietnamgroup of spiritual adventurers with ready smiles. Young people whose parents would have been our North Vietnamese enemies in the 1970s were our waiters, our chefs, hotel clerks and guides. How could they be so nice to us after we Americans mined their fields, bombed their villages, killed their friends and relatives? Yet they smiled. They spoke to us in English. They quoted the prices of the souvenirs they sold in US dollars.

Who is an enemy?

People we declare as being different enough from us that we justify our disavowal of their right to happiness, to life. We disavow their very humanity.

 

Hanoi Hilton’ — The Prison

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I was drawn to visit the prison known in the Vietnam era as the ‘Hanoi Hilton’ where American prisoners of war were held. Before that, it was the place where the French imprisoned and tortured ‘insurgents’— Vietnamese fighting against France’s colonial rule. One of our group’s spiritual missions on this trip was to help clear the betrayal, terror, war and loss from the energy field of Vietnam, Cambodia, and the world. This memorial/museum prison in the center of Hanoi was the place I chose to begin this work. It was reminiscent of the feeling I had when I visited the site of a Nazi concentration camp years ago. The heaviness of human cruelty hit me like a cold blade. Gray representations of skeletal Vietnamese political prisoners from times past gave rise to ghosts in my imagination. “I have to get through here quickly, then I have to find a place to pray,” I told my boyfriend Mark, almost as soon as I saw the first cells and shackles.
hanoi-hiltonOn the side of the prison was a tasteful outdoor memorial area—bonsai trees, an altar, flowers, and incense. Standing before it I allowed the pain of feeling my heart break. I prayed. Tears poured down my face. Endless unanswerable questions: Why do we do this to each other? How much suffering can humans take? Will we ever learn? How can we stop this? What is the point? What happened to our humanity?

I prayed. Even with prayer, I was overwhelmed with pain; not able to find peace. I nearly ran out of the place, my body in emotional shock.

 

The Killing Fields Cambodia

Outside Phnom Penh, our group visited the ‘Killing Fields’ —one of the many places where the Khmer Rouge executed over 1 million fellow Cambodians in the 1970’s. The victims were most often beat in the head with an iron bar or bamboo stick, in order not to waste ammunition. Acres of grass fields, shallow pits that were once mass graves, a memorial stupa with shelves of skulls.

Who is an enemy?

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In this case, it was the Pol Pot Communist regime killing the old ones, the educated ones, the ones who wore spectacles or couldn’t work the fields.

img_6112We went to the Killing Fields as a group, committed to helping the souls of victims and executioners alike who still remained tied to the horror of this place. Like the Hanoi Hilton the energy was thick and dark—terror and death. I gave the group the assignment to walk around, absorb the feelings and find a way to transmute them, not just to neutral, not just to peaceful; but all the way to joy….and we wouldn’t leave until everyone had made the shift into joy for themselves, shifting the energy of the place along with us.

cambodia-treecambodian-butterflyWe did we achieve this momentous shift in one of the world’s darkest places? A few of our group connected lovingly to the trees that had “seen it all.” Some focused on the butterflies, some did Soul Body Fusion. Others meditated and prayed until they felt the shift in their hearts. Many cried, grieved and came through the other side.

We gathered together to say the Ho’oponopono prayer: I love you. I am sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you.

We left the place lighthearted, knowing that there is nothing that can’t be transmuted through love to joy. Nothing.

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May we always remember that WAR stands for: We Are Right…

…and the last word in enemy is ‘ME.’

 

 


About Jonette

jonette-monument-valley-tnJonette is a spiritual adventurer and modern-day shaman who leads spiritual tours to power places around the globe. She is a gifted channel, oracle, and author of the internationally best-selling books “The Eagle and the Condor” and “Soul Body Fusion®.” She is founder of the Soul Body Fusion® method for healing and beyond. With her guide “Mark” she teaches people to reach multi-dimensional and quantum states of consciousness. www,JonetteCrowley.co