The Hidden Messages in Water

Last night at Fine Arts Club, Lauren Varney gave a review on the book The Hidden Messages in Water, by Masaru Emoto.  When we are born, we are about 90% water; when we die around 50% so water plays an important part in our well-being.

Masaru Emoto writes:

It was 1994 when the idea to freeze water and observe it with microscope came upon me. With this method, I was convinced that I should be able to see something like snow crystals.

After two months of trial and error, this idea bore fruit. The beautifully shining hexagonal crystals were created from the invisible world.

At first, we strenuously observed crystals of tap water, river water, and lake water. From the tap water we could not get any beautiful crystals. We could not get any beautiful ones from rivers and lakes near big cities, either. However, from the water from rivers and lakes where water is kept pristine from development, we could observe beautiful crystals with each one having its own uniqueness.

The observation was done in various ways:

1.   Observe the crystal of frozen water after showing letters to water

2.  Showing pictures to water

3.  Playing music to water

4.  Praying to water

In all of these experiments, distilled water for hospital usage produced by the same company was used. Since it is distilled twice, it can be said that it is pure water.

The result was that we always observed beautiful crystals after giving good words, playing good music, and showing, playing, or offering pure prayer to water. On the other hand, we observed disfigured crystals in the opposite situation. Moreover, we never observed identical crystals.

I believe the original idea of creation by the creator of this universe was “the pursuit of beauty.” Everything is combination of energetic vibration. As vibration resonates, it makes some tangible objects.

Combination of non-resonating vibration can result in destructive energy, and nothing can be created out of it.

There are approximately 7 billion people exist on this Earth now. I think there is one common standard we share although our skin colors, languages, religious beliefs may be different. I think that is the standard of “beauty”.  However, the deep pursuit of beauty is slightly different depending on experience, age, and personality.

The photograph of crystals is neither science nor religion. I hope it is enjoyed as a new type of art. Nevertheless, the world it shows is truth, and there is no doubt that many messages essential to our lives are hidden in it.

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Emoto's water crystal experiments consist of exposing water in glasses to different words, pictures, or music, and then freezing and examining the aesthetics of the resulting crystals with microscopic photography. Emoto claims that different water sources produce different crystalline structures when frozen. For example, Emoto claims that a water sample from a mountain stream would purportedly show a geometric design that is beautifully shaped when frozen. On the other hand, Emoto claims that polluted water sources will be distorted and will be randomly formed.

Water and music:

Heavy Metal

Mozart

Water and prayer:

Before Buddhist Prayer

After Buddhist Prayer

Words:  These were printed in several languages and pasted on the container holding the frozen water.

Evil

Eternal

Love and Gratitude

Thank you

You disgust me.

Truth

You fool.

Water and photos:

Niagara Falls

Water from pure lake:

Fuji River Japan

Because we were talking about pure water, Lauren kept talking about her ranch in Southern  Utah.  I asked her where her ranch was.  She was evasive.  Finally, she said, “Highway 89.”  “Where on Highway 89?”  “Mile Marker 88. Four miles down from Todd’s,” she finally admitted.  “I’m from Orderville,” I tell her, “What is the name of your ranch?”  “McDonalds.”  “Are you from Kanab?”  “My dad is.  I was raised in Cedar City.”  “What is your dad’s name?”  “Graham McDonald.”  “Graham McDonald.  Was he the Superintendent of the Iron Mountain Mines?”  “Yes.”  “I worked with him.  I ran into him once in Salt Lake City after they moved to Lander.”  I’m so happy to meet G. D. McDonald’s daughter.  I wish I had asked her if she knows my cousin, Norman Heaton, who was second in command.  He was partly the reason I got the job.  I was graduating from Henager’s in Secretarial Science.  My brother-in-law sent me an application for a rare opening at the iron mine offices.  They paid so well, hardly anybody left.  It was in the Accounting Department.  One of the accountants was from Orderville; actually an across-the-fence neighbor.  He was long gone before I was born—his youngest sister was a year older than my oldest sister.  Cousin Norman didn’t know me personally either but they both knew my mother and heralded her sterling qualities and work ethic and vouched I came from a “good family”.  I went down for an interview but I’m pretty sure I got the coveted job on their recommendations. So here I am, a year out of high school, making more money that my teacher who prophesied that we would all be dismal failures, mentally ill, criminals, and villains because we were such an awful class.  He was the Senior Class Advisor.

When DeRay and I were married 16 months later, my boss arranged a transfer for me to the Salt Lake Sales office.

We read in the paper recently that my boss there, Chuck Gaddis died.  I had only been married a week when I started in the sales office.  The salesmen came from all over the United States so the pitifully few of us who were natives were brutally outnumbered by the smokers and drinkers. Their Christmas party was a dinner-dance but they didn’t invite spouses.  Chuck Gaddis always danced the entire evening with this one female employee named Betty.  So all the time I was there, you’d hear these little innuendoes. 

Betty McConnell and her husband had been married for ten years and didn’t have any children.  Every year, they set aside $1,000 and promised themselves if they didn’t have any children by the time they’d been married ten years, they’d go to Rome and get the Pope’s blessing.  This they did and not too long after they got home, she became pregnant.  Soon rumors began to circulate that it was Gaddis’ baby.  Four years had passed, DeRay had graduated and I was transferring down to Geneva Steel, another subsidiary of U.S. Steel, where DeRay also had an engineering job.  Before I left, Mr. Gaddis thanked me for being the only one in the office who wasn’t involved in the rumor.  To me that was a high compliment.

Betty and her husband lived on the same street as Uncle Grant and Aunt Emily, so one day I stopped in to see her.  By now, she had three little girls and was a full-time mom.

That recognition reminded me of another “Mormon” moment.  Before we were married, DeRay and I went to a night club in Vegas with Sherrill and his date.  We were sitting at these long tables with probably six other couples. As the evening came to a close, this richly perfumed, classy woman sitting next to me leaned over and whispered in my ear, “You’re just the kind of daughter every mother dreams of having.  I can’t help but notice you.” I didn’t deserve it and I don’t know why she said it.  Maybe because I was dressed modestly (plainly); didn’t drink, didn’t swear.  I don’t know.  But I cherish the compliment.

And what does all this have to do with water crystals?  I’ve forgotten.