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Sunday, September 30, 2012

Hiroshima...


Last night I watched a documentary on Hiroshima and Nagasaki...
Stories from survivors...
Riveting accounts from children who were spared...
Now in the Twilight of their aged lives...
Physical scars paling in comparison to the raw emotional wounds...
Tears flowed freely as the horror revealed itself...
70,000 people destroyed in Hiroshima...
Another 40,000 in Nagasaki...
Just as many painfully and irreparably injured...
The bright searing inferno of bright white light...
Vaporizing people where they stood...
So many, many, innocent children...
On their way to school...
With all the excitement of a new day and a whole life...
Erased in a horrific indiscriminate instant...
Dreams, hopes, laughter and innocence...
Turned into piles of carbon and stains on melted concrete...
Awash and adrift in the rising mushroom cloud and fiery smoke...
Only Man can create Hell on Earth...
And as the soft ash and rain slowly and gently fell back to Earth...
I found myself awash in the beautiful unrelenting Souls of children...
Cascading down on us all...
So I did the only thing I could do...
I prayed for the 110,000 Souls...
To forgive us all...
As I submit myself to wash away my Sins...
In the Heavenly rain full of children...

Saturday, September 29, 2012

Pilialoha...


We will never survive...unless we stay together...

Makana...


No greater gift...

'Iwa Bird...


Thursday, September 27, 2012

Ka'iwakīloumoku...


Koa and I were fortunate to visit the new Hawaiian cultural center at Kamehameha Schools this evening. It is named Ka'iwakīloumoku...a reference to Kamehameha 'Ekahi. The 'iwa bird that hooks the islands together. It was very beautiful and full of ancestral spirits. Elliott was fortunate to sound the pū, the helmet shell, for the opening ceremony yesterday. He came home and excitedly told me about all the hōʻailona. The sudden heavy downpour, the winds, the quiet Sunshine...all the natural elements joining in the celebration as glorious signs of otherworldly approval...

Renewal...


Consumed by the fires...it shall rise again from the ashes...

Girl Power...



I can’t really sleep right now, so I’m listening to a myriad of music on my iTunes while images and thoughts swirl in my higher consciousness. Enya’s Boadicea is playing now. Very soothing. Boadicea was Queen of the British Iceni tribe around 60 AD. When the King of the Iceni died, he left his Kingdom to his two daughters and the Roman Emperor. His Will was ignored, his kingdom annexed, his mourning Queen flogged, and his two daughters brutally raped.


The Roman Empire, the most powerful force in the old World, was expanding all around Europe with their legendary Roman Army. Queen Boadicea took up arms and led her people in a revolt against the Roman Empire. Queen Boadicea relied upon divination, releasing a hare from the folds of her dress and interpreting the direction it fled while consulting the British Goddess of Victory, Andraste.

The Britons, led by the Queen, destroyed Camulodunum, which is modern day Colchester. They routed an entire Roman legion and the infantry was wiped out.  Next, Londinium (London) was burnt to the ground and next Verulamium (St. Albans). An estimated 70,000 to 80,000 people died in the three cities according to some accounts.

The Queen led her troops from her chariot with her daughters by her side. Eventually, the Roman Empire sent massive forces to wrestle their territories back from the Britons through massive slaughter. The Queen reportedly took her own life. Don’t ever forget the power of a single woman. Motivated by grief, outrage, and for want of freedom. The fiery heart stoked by the fires of an undying love for family. You have been fairly warned...

Vision...


Gazing upon shimmering light...
Grateful to still be alive...
As I behold the true blessings of Life...
I don't need, or want, an iPhone 5...lol

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Conjuring...


I haven't been able to go out of the house much to take new photographs. I decided to take pictures of things in my house tonight. Always nice to know my spirit guides are always around and so willing to help me out...

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Maori...


A beautiful Maori cousin. 'Io pū...

Reflections...


Given the choice...I much rather view the glorious fiery light of Twilight's Sunset indirectly as gently reflected on your incredibly beautiful face...

Renewal...


When Hope, Faith, and Love are present, they sustain Spirit. A powerful Spirit can change your circumstances. Thus giving Hope, Faith, and Love a most beautiful ability to effectuate real and meaningful change and allow your dreams to come true. Believe...

Monday, September 24, 2012

Joy...


Lately, I've been posting some heavy thoughts. So I decided to keep it simple. Joy. Pure unadulterated joy. Un-adult-erated joy. Like a child. Something I learned while in my hospital stay and near-death experience. A message from the Angels that we are the ones who make our own joy in this life. Life can be filled with joy. It is up to us. Oh no...here I go again...lol...

Messages...


A beautiful friend, Bobby Ebanez, posted on Facebook about missing Dennis Pavao and put a link to a song of his. It brought back a beautiful memory of mine from 2007. I had fallen asleep while listening to songs on an iPod. I would periodically wake up throughout the night and listen to a song or two...and then drift back off to sleep. At some point, I was dreaming, and the dulcet-toned voice of Dennis came through singing the somber song, Ka Ipo Lei Manu, composed by Queen Kapi'olani for her husband, King David Kalakaua, as he left the islands never to return alive. It is somewhat prophetic.


 Ka Ipo Lei Manu

I have a feeling of love
For my cherished sweetheart

My companion is a bird
Who dwells in the forest

The `i`iwi bird of the uplands
Appears yellow in the rain

The two of us
In the night of great rain

The rain of Hanalei
I'm numb with the cold

I'm also cooled
In the cold misty rain

The hau of Ma`ihi
Swimming in the sea

The vegetation
Spreading out

The fragrance of the hala
Is borne on the wind

Sweetly scented
Is the fragrance of the rose

A sweetly recurring thought
Urges my body to travel

I am made happy
By thoughts of your arrival

Tell the refrain
My chief is gone forever
The story of this song comes from huapala.org as researched and tranlated by Lehua Kalima:

Source: Researched and translated by Lehua Kalima - In Hawaiian poetry, the sweetheart is personified as the `i`iwi bird. Julia Kapi`olani, the shy and retiring widow of Chief Bennett Namakeha, was one of the most beautiful women of her time and married High Chief David Kâlakaua, Dec. 1863, who was elected king in 1874. A devout christian with high morals, her motto was "Kulia I Ka Nu`u (Strive for the Highest)". Beloved by her people, distinguished by her charitable deeds, two missions close to her heart stood out: (1) she always raised money for the leper settlement in Kalaupapa to improve their living conditions, and (2) perpetuation of the Hawaiian Race. She wanted to establish a hospital for underprivileged Hawaiian women to have the best care for mothers and babies. 

Attending Queen Victoria's Jubilee celebration, 1887, in London, Kapiolani made many visits to hospitals and foundling homes and returned to Hawaii with much enthusiam and exciting plans for her hospital. She raised $8000 and her most cherished dream was realized when Kapiolani Maternity Home opened June 14, 1890, on the site of the former home of Princess Kekaulike. 

Queen Kapi`olani composed this song for her husband after he left Hawaii for the mainland aboard the Charleston, Nov, 1890. Under great political stress, his doctors thought a change of climate would benefit his failing health. He arrived in San Francisco, Dec 4 and took up residence at the Palace Hotel. He toured southern California and returned to San Francisco the middle of January for medical attention. January 20, 1891, the King died at the Palace Hotel. His last words were "Tell my people I tried". He never heard this haunting love song. Copyright 1935, Miller Music Inc.

 In my dream, I felt like I was in Heaven. The colors were so beautiful and bright and so much light was cascading down through the canopies of the trees all around me. There was a flight of stairs and at the top of the stairs, Dennis was singing and my Mother, who was still alive in 2007, and some other family members, were at the top of the stairs. It was so peaceful and bird song filled the air. I never felt so content and at peace before. 

I woke up just as the song ended and struggled in the dark to figure out what had just happened as my eyes were filled with tears. Then another song started and I realized that I had my headphones on and it all was just a dream. It was a glimpse of Heaven. I have no doubt. Only recently have I heard direct messages from King David Kalakaua given to a beautiful gifted friend. He expressed that he did not die in San Francisco from illness. Rather he died from a broken heart. The feeling that he had so let down his beloved Hawaiian people. Queen Lili'uokalani also communicated that it is her desire to help restore the honor to her beloved brother as there are Native Hawaiians today who blame him for many things. Everyone is entitled to redemption. To truly love. To forgive. To find absolution. The greatest gift we can give each other. The greatest gift we can give ourselves. In this life. In the beyond...

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Kanaka ʻōiwi...


Native. Of the bone...

Aloha...


I was unable to go, or take photos of, the Aloha Festivals Parade, but my beautiful friend, Alice, took pictures and caught Elliott with his halau hula for Kamehameha Schools. Mahalo piha e Alice... : )

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Amazing...


Simply and beautifully amazing...

Friday, September 21, 2012

Redemption...

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Stunned...


Exactly the look on my face...when I first encountered incredible beautiful wonderful You...

Messages...






































































 This is the culminating dedication ceremony for the Kuhio Mini-Park in Waikiki that once was a blight with garbage, transients, drug dealing, prostitution, and other vices. The park, through a joint effort of Hawaiian cultural practitioners, adjacent residents, street artists, students, community policing, adjacent businesses, and other groups and individuals who gave of their time, energy, money or love, turned into a clean safe place of healing and reflection. Divinely inspired and guided by Ke Akua, na akua, na 'aumakua and kupuna i hala, including beloved Ali'i, many received the calling and descended upon this once sacred place.

Waikīkī, or spouting waters, once was a favorite wahi pana of beloved Ali'i and rulers of O'ahu. So much degradation has occurred. It was a beautiful healing of this area, genuine requests for forgiveness, and the beautiful reunification of the life giving waters of Kāne and the beautiful surrounding ocean of Kanaloa.

The mural painted all along the sides of the park by talented street artists and students, depicts the mo'olelo, or legend, of the Battle of the Owls, or the Legend of Kapo'i as it is also known. Kapo'i, who had taken a clutch of owl eggs while gathering pili grass, was confronted by an Owl as he was preparing to cook them for dinner. He ended up giving the eggs back and built a heiau, or temple, in Manoa, as instructed by the pueo. Later, the paramount Ali'i of O'ahu, Kakūhihewa, upon hearing of the unauthorized temple construction, sought Kapo'i's life. In the ensuing battle that occurred in Waikīkī, the "sky was darkened" as pueo from all islands descended upon Kakuhihewa's warriors and drove them back. Kakuhihewa acknowledged the power of the pueo and of the powerful Akua.

After the park was blessed and ho'okupu presented, before the start of the project, many powerful visitations and ho'ailona occurred. After the ground was cleaned up, a variety of kalo sprouted from the ground and began thriving seemingly on its own. Its origins are unknown but the variety is a malahini kalo introduced sometime during Hawaiian history. It was a powerful ho'ailona for hope, promise, and regrowth in the area.

Another powerful message arrived to a beautiful friend with 'ike papa lua, or second sight, from HRM King David Kalakaua. This resounding message also arrived to another gifted woman in the form of a melody for a song from our Ali'i and kupuna, and to another gifted woman in the form of lyrics. All three independently confirmed the messages and united in one voice.

I asked permission to share the 'ike and mana'o of HRM King David Kalakaua as presented at the Dedication Ceremony:

For as long as I can remember, I’ve had the gift of second sight.  Though when I was younger I didn’t always view it as a gift.  It was later in life that I began to understand my role and my purpose for being here.  I’ve been given many opportunities to help others because of my gift.  Through meditation and prayer, I’ve been blessed to offer comfort to others with answers, not of my own, but that of a much more divine and spiritual nature. 

In speaking to you this morning, I will offer you the words from our beloved Ali’i, David Kalakaua who visited me at the height of this journey.  It is my sincerest belief that his message was not meant for only my ears, but for everyone to hear.  For me, it is a blessing to be able to offer an alternative to conventional understanding.  A spiritual perspective that is deeply rooted in my rich cultural heritage and often tied to the voices and messages from our ancestors.  Here is Kalakaua’s message…

   "My niece, Ka'iulani was to be the hope (for Hawaii).  But she passed away so young.  The keiki today as always, are the hope of the future.  Look to them, teach them, groom them, show them wonder, and inspire them.  Change comes from inspiration.  Without wonder we cease to exist.  Ka'iulani had wonder, she had dreams.  

I was so angry at my brother in law for taking her from us, from Hawaii.  But in retrospect, it was good for her.  Good for her to see what else was out there, and to bring that knowledge home.  

   As a child, she inspired me.  She was always full of life, full of wonder, so inquisitive, and always asking questions.  I regret not spending more time with her then.  I sometimes viewed her inquisitions as a nuisance, and I am so sorry for that.  She was a beautiful girl, beautiful from the inside out.  As she grew older and returned home, I watched her from my place above.  I was so proud of her.  She was to be our hope.  So many kanaka loved her, and revered her.  But just as many scorned her, because she was half.  The disdain was so strong.  They felt that she did not carry the mana of a pure blood.  But what they did not understand, nor did even I at the time, was that mana is drawn from our ancestors, great people who lived before us, no matter who they are.  But reverence and love come from within, it is personal.  It comes from our connection to our Creator.  It's what drives the mana.  No matter who or where your koko (blood) is from, it is the love and reverence that stems from the Creator that is the driving force.  Mana knows no color, it is the power within.  It is our connection to Ke Akua above, below, and within that matters and is the driving force of your strength.

   The kalo you see has the strength and resilience of our ancestors.  It is not a native species, but one that is a gift from Ke Akua above just the same.  To eradicate her would be a shame.  To condemn her for not being kanaka would be a travesty.  Because despite her lineage, she gives hope.  She is a symbol of strength and forgiveness.  She is a symbol of tolerance and peace.  With diversity there is strength, there is creativity, there is inspiration, and there is hope.

Na Keiki o Hawaii today represent this unique diversity.  They are your hope.  Please inspire them.

When I received this message, I was so humbled by his words.  Stated so simply, was such a profound wisdom and gift.  We are all children of the divine creator, no matter who we are, or where we come from.  “Mana (or divine power) knows no color” Love, forgiveness, and compassion are the keys to healing and peace.  It’s how we choose to drive the Mana that defines us, and this park is a testament to that. 

Mahalo nui for allowing me to share his message with you!

...and thus the words are shared and released....Mahalo King Kalakaua, mahalo na Ali'i, mahalo na Akua, Mahalo Ke Akua....