Well, Well, Well
A Measure of My Faith

by Omaran

In this lifetime I have had what can only be described as "miracles," happen many times. And yet, I still lacked what I felt to be "true faith"--faith in myself. For as long as I can remember, I've always said that Spirit, God/Goddess is in everything, including me. But if I believe that God is truly in me, how could I doubt myself?

All of this came to the forefront in a very concrete way in working with our well over the last two years. I was put into a position of being forced to address my doubts about my spiritual abilities. This wonderful growth opportunity (I can't say that's how I originally perceived it), unfolded as follows.

As some of you may remember, when we first began building our house in Mt. Shasta, we had a problem with our well. We weren't getting enough water and what we were getting wasn't clean enough for drinking. Our driller had said the water would never clear up or increase in flow. We then asked many friends to help us in sending energy to heal our well, in hopes that we could make it work. The incredible result was that a few weeks later, we had plenty of good clear water. The driller could hardly believe it, and his foreman told us he'd never seen anything like this before, in the flow increase, and especially in the clearing up of sediment.

That was October of 1999. The driller pulled his pump out of the well hole, and we concentrated on closing in the house before winter came. In the middle of February, we once again turned our attention to finishing our well. It was time to put in a pump and build a pump house for the holding tank.

However, it was not to be that easy. We learned over the next few months that our well had not been drilled as deep as we were told, and worse, that there was an obstruction in the casing that wouldn't allow us to get our pump deeper than five feet into water. Upon checking with several other drillers throughout the state, we learned it would cost as much to fix it as it would to drill a new one.

I asked Antera to check with her guidance about what we could do. Mother Mary confirmed that there was plenty of water but it was deeper that we could get to. She also said that we had one other option besides drilling another well. I could go out to the well and pull up the water energetically, a skill I had mastered a long time ago in a previous lifetime. It was further explained to me that just because I was able to do this long ago didn't mean that I could just go out to the well, point my hands down and draw up the water. I had to learn from scratch how to do this again. I had to learn to work with the Devas, nature spirits, and elementals. This sure put me on the spot. The pressure was on!

I was both excited to think that I may actually be able to do this, and nervous because of my doubts--my lack of faith. I mean, who was I to think that I could move water underground? It seemed unbelievable. Somehow I knew that this was my challenge, and though Antera offered to help, I said I wanted to do it myself, so there would be no doubt that I was responsible for bringing the water level up. Antera advised me to just do the work and not have expectations--to believe that it would work. That, of course, was easier said than done.

After weeks of sporadic effort at willing the water to rise with little result, I finally realized that this manifestation of water I was supposed to be able to do was really a manifestation of faith. Oooohhhh, I wasn't so happy coming to that realization. This was a physical problem that could only be solved with a spiritual solution! This time I knew I couldn't avoid the lesson, because without water, we couldn't stay in our new house.

So, I was face to face with taking responsibility for my own faith (I must admit, I did see the humor in the situation, even if I felt miserable at the time). I wasn't a complete novice to working with the land with my hands, but before, in working with energy flow, I had never really known whether or not I had been successful because the effects weren't measurable. This time I would know for sure--either we got water or we didn't. I called in the nature spirits--the deva or angel of our property, the angel of our well, the elementals of ground and water. I asked them for their help, explaining what I was trying to do.

Intuitively, the process came to me. I focused my mind on seeing exactly what I wanted as an end result (a full tank of water), called in my Higher Self and my guides, and let the energies begin building in my hands. Then I sent the energy down to the bottom of the well, and further down through the earth into the most bountiful, flowing water I could imagine. I mentally brought it up into our well and into our holding tank.

After a few days of experimenting, one day I went out to find our 600 gallon holding tank full! Keeping true to my doubting nature at that time, I thought it was probably just because we were running the pump more, and the system was starting to work on its own. Since we had enough water for the two of us, I thought my job was done and I slacked off. A week later, the tank was empty. I began working on it daily again. We got water. I slacked off... we ran out of water... I rededicated myself... we got water. Over a few weeks time, I began to see a pattern emerging. Like, Duh!

Encouraged, I kept experimenting. At one point I intuitively felt that there was more water to the south of us, so I began trying to pull the water from that source up toward our well. When I asked about it, I was told by Antera's guidance that I should stop or I would pull water from the neighbors. I stopped going in that direction and once again concentrated on bringing the water up from deeper in our own ground.

As summer approached, Antera asked me if I thought we would have enough water to support a small lawn. I said "No," but she took that as a "Yes," and said to me, "You can get us more water." I then thanked her in my own way for her confidence in me and for giving me yet another opportunity for developing my faith. I may not have used those exact words, but deep inside that's what I meant. At the time, however, the only indication of that was in the loudness of my reply. It turned out that we did, after all, have exactly enough water for the lawn, trees, garden, and house, with none left over.

As summer passed, and our outdoor water needs decreased considerably, I felt we would be fine for the winter. So once again I slacked off in the water-energy work. As everyone but I could have guessed, a couple of weeks later the water stopped. The tank was dry. After all my effort, I was upset. I figured I just wasn't able to do this after all, and I wanted to give up.

On my request, Antera talked with the Well Deva and was told that we were in a drought, plus a new bottling plant had begun pumping less than a crow mile from our house. Both things had caused the water table to drop. The deva said that she didn't think I would be able to raise the water enough to reach our pump and that to do it properly might take a long time, maybe years of work.

So I couldn't do it after all? Suddenly I was off the hook! No more pressure!

But now we were once again in the position of having no water. The more I thought about it, the more it ticked me off! What did the Well Deva mean telling me I couldn't do this--I'd already done it, hadn't I? I could do it again! I went out to the well and began working, mentally sending myself down into the water, and as the water, burrowing up through the ground. The very next day we awoke with a full tank! Talk about reverse psychology, that tricky Well Deva knew exactly how to get me going again.

Needless to say, now water moving is part of my normal spiritual practice. As I reflect back on the whole ordeal I'm not sure if the biggest problem was the lack of water in the well, or the lack of faith in myself. The two obviously became very connected, and I'm grateful that I had the love and patience from all my guides, Source, and Antera to help see me through it, and to finally rebuild a belief in myself!


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