Emoto Masaru - The Secret Life of Water

Also by Masaru Emoto

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The True Power of Water

The Hidden Messages in Water

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The Secret of Water

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English translation 2005 by Beyond Words Publishing, Inc., and Simon & Schuster, Inc.

English translation by David A. Thayne.

Originally published as Mizu Wa Kotae Wo Shitteiru 2 by Masaru Emoto.

2003 by Masaru Emoto.

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The universe, silence, a world stretching into all eternity

They came here from far awayhundreds and thousands of clumps of icemoving through outer space. After a long journey through the expanse between planets and stars, the grand journey is about to come to an end.

The earth, emerald-green, shining brightly

As the ice approaches earth, it enters the atmosphere and begins to break up, gradually becoming smaller, spreading out, and then finally falling to the ground.

Clouds, ornaments in the sky, art evolving moment by moment

When the ice granules fall to a certain point, they become a fine curtain of mist and spread out in the sky, creating a white carpet above the earth. A cloud is born.

Rain, ice granules falling down on plants, gently providing moisture

Rain falls, bringing nourishment to the earthforests, fields, flowers. The water sinks into the ground only to emerge ages later as springwater.

River, splashing, sparkling, flowing magnificently

At first a muddy stream, the water eventually becomes a river flowing through the meadowswaterways, carrying life within.

Sandy beach, blue sky, sparkling ocean reflecting the sun, white waves

Aeons ago, this is where it all began. The ocean gave birth to life and life emerged on land, creating a new daythe birth of bustling culture.

Morning mist, droplets flowing down the veins of green leaves

Water, in its most pure and beautiful form, rises up in the cool air of the forest morning, creating a mist.

Beside the water well, nice and cool, the laughing of children

The children share a watermelon. Plants take their moisture from the ground, providing us with sweet fruit. Water from the well is cold and delicious.

Industry, chimneys, black smoke, discarded plastic bottles

Somewhere along the way, we have forgotten how to show our appreciation for water. Water from the ground is polluted, and water from our taps no longer tastes good, so we resort to water in plastic bottles.

A new century, a new war, hope and despair

Perhaps the pollution of water is nothing more than the pollution of the human soul. Modern society has gone as far as we can go. What is to come of us now?

Ice crystals, shining diamonds, a new hope, the beginning of a new adventure

Starting with my first collection of water-crystal photographs, Messages from Water [Mizu kara no dengen ] (Vibration Kyoikusha, 1999), I have come to realize that these water books have a strange and wonderful power. They have wings of their own and go beyond my own familiar boundaries to distant lands, where they have an enormous impact. They force people to experience a different way of seeing things, and I am often invited to speak to the people who have been touched by these books.

I sometimes feel like Im being guided by the spirit of water. I feel like I can see and even talk to this spirit, which I see as water droplets shining brightly in the air. The droplets join together to form clouds, disappearing just as fast, all for my entertainment.

Even though I now feel like I am being guided by the spirit of water, my first conscious interaction with water was not at all pleasant. In Yokohama, Japan, where I grew up, my family lived on a plateau near the ocean. It was only a short walk down a slope to the waters edge. When the tide went out, the shallow shore was left uncovered for miles, making it a great place to hunt for various types of clams. But at high tide, the scene was completely different.

I must have been six or seven when the sea swallowed me up one day. I had gone out swimming with the boy next door, who was two years older than I.

We had gone out farther than we should have, and I suddenly began bobbing up and down, gasping for air. It was the first time I had experienced anything like it. I was only ten meters from land, but my feet didnt touch the bottom. I panicked and started waving my arms and kicking my feet. But the more I panicked, the more I sunk, and soon I started to swallow water. I thought that was going to be the end of me, but a small boat approached and pulled me out of the water.

When I went home and told my mother what had happened, she gave me some advice based on her own ability to swim and her understanding of water. You can float if you just give in, she said. She told me that if I let the water lift me instead of trying to resist it, it would pick me up and carry me.

These words have stuck with me over the years. Since that time, I have tried to let myself go with the flow as I gently move in the direction that I wish my life to take me.

Now whenever I go swimming in the ocean or a pool, I like to just lie on my back and let myself be carried in the arms of water. And its times like that more than any other that I feel the presence of the spirit of water in the form of shining droplets.