WATER Changes Everything

WATER Changes Everything by Lynne Jenkins WATERWATER CHANGESCHANGES EVERYTHINGEVERYTHING DISCLAIMER The author of this book is not a physician and the ideas, procedures and suggestions in this book are intended to supplement, not re- place, the medical and legal advice of trained professions. All matters concern- ing your health require medical supervision. Consult your medical practitioner for a clean bill of health before adopting the suggestions in this book, as well as about any condition that may require diagnosis or medical attention. The author and publisher of this book are not responsible in any manner whatsoever for any injury that may occur directly or indirectly from use of this book. Page 2 Contents Introduction ........................................................................................................ 4 The History Of Water ...................................................................................... 11 Water And Us ................................................................................................... 23 Healing With Water ......................................................................................... 46 Water, Water, Water ......................................................................................... 60 The History Of Bathing ................................................................................... 70 The Basics Of Bathing ..................................................................................... 77 Beyond Basics ................................................................................................... 99 Understanding Energy...................................................................................111 Ceremony And Rituals.................................................................................. 120 Basic Baths ...................................................................................................... 130 Gemstone Baths ............................................................................................. 135 Healing Baths ................................................................................................. 140 Rebirthing Baths ............................................................................................ 154 Ceremoy And Ritual...................................................................................... 160 Simple Showers .............................................................................................. 169 Unusual Baths ................................................................................................ 176 Fantasy Baths.................................................................................................. 184 Games .............................................................................................................. 197 Bibliography ................................................................................................... 203 Page 3 WATER As I move across the water Things have changed Things have changed Between the clear air and the night I leave what’s behind me Chorus: If I can feel life If I can see change Things that are around me Care for life If what’s finding Knowing that it can change For a better life Something sparkles in the water And it moves me It goes right through me I can feel its warmth surround me And all I see Is what’s around me. Chorus: If I can feel life If I can see change Care for life It’s what’s finding Knowing that it can change For a better life. And it becomes a picture Of oh so many times With all that’s passing by As I move across the water Things have changed Things have changed. A song by Tanya Kornobis, From the CD “Trails of Smoke THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED TO DR. JOHN BINGHAM Page 4 Introduction Water has always been a source of love and fascination for me. At first I thought it was because my astrological sign is Pisces, a water element, and on both sides of my family there were grandfathers and great grandfathers who had been sea captains. However, my passion for anything connected to water goes much deeper and I believe it began with my love for the Water Babies. Before the days of television, parents read stories to their chil- dren to put them to sleep. My favourite tale was “The Water Babies” by Charles Kingsley. The hero of the book was little Tom, a poor unwanted orphan with a cruel master. Tom felt unloved and unwanted and often sat forlornly by the sea. One day in his despair he fell into the water and by all accounts drowned. As this was a fairy tale in which anything was possible, Tom’s true essence slipped out of him and he shape shifted into a small four-inch long water baby. This was well beyond my grasp until mother reminded me that snakes and caterpillars shed their skin, or cocoon, as did dragonflies. Thus it was possible a land animal could change into a water animal by merely dropping his body. Years later when I learned there was no Santa Clause, it occurred to me that maybe, just maybe mother had stretched the truth again. Stories we all know are pure fiction and there were no rules. Miracles did happen. The story continued that little Tom now lived beneath the waters where he met many new creatures with which he must learn to live amongst. Some were scary, some were obnoxious, and some were not only playful, but also very caring. As he learned to swim beneath the waters he caught glimpses of other tiny creatures just like him and was convinced he had found his real family who loved him. This did not happen. As soon as the creatures caught sight of Tom, they quickly disappeared because Tom was too rough and did not know Page 5 their ways. He had to change his consciousness and learn new com- munication skills before they allowed him into their gentle world. Once I had heard Tom’s story, I was certain that my real family lived under water and I too was a water baby. In my heart I knew my present family was not my true family because my hair was naturally curly, whereas my father had none, and my mother’s hair was dead straight. There were other reasons why I believed I had incarnated into the wrong family. However, there is no need to get into that now as this book is about water, and healing with water. Soon I became obsessed with the water babies and searching for my true family. I willingly took baths because I needed to spend more time in or around water. There I practised holding my nose underwater, while keeping my eyes open. That summer I quickly learned to swim and took advantage of trips to the beach, or picnics beside rivers to look for Tom and my true family, the water babies. After a particularly long and cold winter, we went to a local beach for the first swim of the year. Would the water babies be there or had they migrated to warmer waters for the winter, as did the birds? It was early spring and the river was swollen well over its bank from the melting snow. I was warned not to go out too far, as there was a drop over a break wall and it was dangerous for me. My brother was allowed to go into the deep water because it was a common belief that boys could do things that girls couldn’t. My determination not to be held back in life because I had been born a female meant anything males could do or at least I had to try. Why should they be the only ones to have adventures? Not wanting to be left behind, I followed my brother as he swam further out into the lake. There was a good possibility the water babies might be near the wall because they loved to hide in rocks and crevices. I swam slowly and let mother believe I was paying attention to her rules. Then when she momentarily was not looking, I popped under water and propelled myself forward. Page 6 Before I knew what was happening, a current pulled me, down, down into the swollen river. Fortunately, I was able to grab the wall where I hung onto the stones. Squinting at the crevices in front of me, I felt no fear. It has been said that when someone drowns their whole life flashes before them. I can not swear to this, because I did not have much to review at that time, being only five years old. I had only one regret it was that I would never see my little boy- friend again. We were in love and we got to kiss a lot, which I really liked. When he and I played checkers the winner had to give the loser a kiss. So how could either of us lose? It was a win win situa- tion until my mother stopped it. Also, he was a great knitter and kept my dolls in knitted outfits. Anyway, he found me kissing his cousin one-day and threw a huge mud pie at me and that was how he broke my heart, or did I break his? The most embarrassing part was his mother made me strip in front of him while she washed my dress before sending me home. Oh, the humiliation! There was no time to think of the past and all I could think of were the water babies and the possibility that they were very near. Suddenly someone grabbed my hair and hauled me up through the water and looming over me was my frantic mother. I didn’t un- derstand why she was yelling. After all Tom had not drowned, had he? So why would I? Mothers tend to worry too much, especially mine. There were hands all over me and people were pushing on my chest and sticking their big fingers into my mouth. Just because I was a bit blue should not have caused them to make such a fuss. Mother was especially angry with me because not only had I given her a good scare, but also she had ruined her new shoes by running into the lake after me. It was many weeks before

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