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Wednesday, July 17, 2019

Divine...


Embrace...
The Beautiful...
Powerful...
Divine...
You...

Kāhea...


When you Kāhea...
Cry Out to the Universe...
And the Ancestors...
For Assistance and Guidance...
With Humility and Gratitude...
And a Pure and Genuine Heart...
They Always Respond...
With Love...
Always...

Tuesday, July 16, 2019

No Nā Mamo...


For the Children...
All the Children...

Ahi Wela...


Hot Fire...

Kū Kia'i Mauna...


No Nā Mamo...


For the Children...

Sunday, July 14, 2019

Pelehonuamea...


Mo'o...


Like many of my hoa Aloha hiwahiwa, my Beloved Friends, I have been feeling strained, emotionally and physically, and exhausted mentally, as the impending confrontation upon Mauna Kea draws near. Life has so much other kuleana now between work and home, and personal struggles. There are a multitude of responsibilities and accomplishments that I aspire to, and need to, get done in this Life, for my Karmic lessons, but I also know that this kukulu kumuhana of Spirit on the Mauna is so critically important as well. 

I am always feeling like I am racing the steady cadence of death as it creeps towards me. A march that started towards me the day I was born, like all of us.

I like to think it is less of a morbid obsession and more of a cherishing of each living moment. Having crept to death's door, opened it several times in this Life, and even passing through in 2012, maybe I am just awoken to the fragile precariousness of being and staying Alive. Having worked with thousands of the bodies of our beloved Ancestors for over twenty-five years, their Earthly remains, probably hasn't helped my focus either as a stark reminder of our own mortality.

With Social Media now, the amount of information pouring in is unprecedented. Overwhelming at times. I go from such Love, Pride and Humble Gratitude to see so many people I love and cherish, gathering together in ceremony and prayer at Pu'u Huluhulu, moved by their voices, yet I still feel pangs of guilt for not being there. Always asking myself, what is my role and where is my place right now? Am I doing enough? Are my Prayers lifted high enough? Loud enough?

Then I also worry as well. The thought of anyone getting seriously hurt, or even something worse happening, in the highly emotive atmosphere, chaos, and incitations that can occur in these types of situations makes the pit of my stomach turn. Emotions run high now and tears flow easily. 

I needed to get into the ocean tonight to release it all, and I even failed at that. Not enough energy to take my son Elliott fishing either as he studies so hard. I ended up going food shopping and then drove around for awhile just reflecting upon everything going on right now.

When I arrived home, right before I entered the elevator, I glanced up, and there was a mo'o. Just looking down straight at me. Lizards and feathers. These past weeks have been full of them. Mo'o. Huluhulu.

I gratefully greeted my little sentinel and messenger, and we stared at each other for awhile, until I had to get into the elevator to keep the doors from crushing the Life out of me. I excitedly said, "Grandma?" Before the doors closed, I looked up and said, "Wait here for me, I am going to get my camera."

I went upstairs and put my cold groceries away in the fridge, then went into the bedroom and grabbed my camera, switched lenses and went back out in the hallway to catch another elevator. It seemed like so much time had passed. I figured the mo'o would be long gone with people coming in and out of the lobby elevators. 

The same elevator arrived. The one where twice I stepped out in a matter of days and found the same exact type of green and white feather in the exact same spot. I watched the floors beep away as I descended. Upon exiting, I glanced up and there was my mo'o. Exact same position. I thanked her and took a few photos of her. Only one was really in sharp focus. When I finished, she turned and started crawling up between the wall and ceiling tiles. I said, "If that is you Grandmother, thank you, miss you, Love you..."

As the elevator ascended with me gratefully inside, 'ike and mana'o, imagery and thoughts, started filling my head. Lizards and feathers. Mo'o and huluhulu. Battles. Sacrifice.

The Battle of Kuamo'o. After the death of Kamehameha Pai'ea. When Kekuaokalani, who held the Spiritual half of the Hawaiian Kingdom under his care, in the form of Kūka'ilimoku and the care of the National Heiau, battled Liholiho, Kamehameha the 2nd, who held the Political half of the Hawaiian Kingdom, the Right to Rule, from his father Kamehameha Pai'ea.

Kekuaokalani was struck dead during the battle, and his fiercely loyal Chiefess Manono, continued to fight next to, and standing over his body until she too was tragically killed. 

Some say the Ancient gods, the deities, were abandoned after that definitive and decisive last stand. Even though the 'ai noa had already occurred and the eating kapu was released, and heiau images began to be destroyed and burned, what occurred there at Kuamo'o was legendary and pivotal. 

Journals speak of trips by Queen Ka'ahumanu and Liholiho to various islands where hundreds and hundreds of "wooden idols" were burned. The feathered akua hulu manu, war god of Kekuaokalani and feathered 'ahu'ula, capes, taken as the spoils of war. Sacred feathers.

Many 'aumakua, ancestral gods and other deities continued to be loved and cared for. Stone and wooden images secreted in hiding places. Low and behold, the Thaddeus, carrying the first missionaries land at Kamakahonu, and bring the "New God" that High Priest Hewahewa reportedly predicted. The return of "I". The Highest of the High and Supremest of the Supreme. 

The Battle between the old and new religion some say. Sounds eerily familiar in these troubled times. Except the New God may be Money and Technology that increasingly separates us from ourselves. 

I was reminded of a powerful Hō'ailona in the form of an aka kū, or standing shadow vision, as Mary Kawena Pukui describes it, at my workplace over ten years ago, when whom I believe was Queen Ka'ahumanu herself, made an appearance one early morning to a co-worker, as a Kuhina Nui, and gave the kauoha, or command, to "protect, protect..." as we were working on, among other cases, the bones of her half-sister discovered on a beach in 'Ewa. 

I was just discussing that case this past week as we had a site visit to 'Ewa in relation to that case. It was all starting to make sense now. 

Our Papa and Wākea are very real. Earth Mother and Sky Father. So is Poli'ahu, our Snow Goddess of Mauna Kea. So is Mo'oinanea, the Powerful mo'o supernatural being. Kāne. Kanaloa. Lono. Kū. Pele. All the Beautiful Divine ancestral akua. Still here. Still guiding us when we humbly ask and respectfully petition them for their guidance and intervention in an increasingly chaotic and harsh World.

There are many lessons to be learned and shared from the current struggle upon Mauna-a-Wākea. Not just for Hawai'i. Truly for the rest of the World. So says my Spirit Guides and my 'aumakua. So says my greatest Teacher, Christ. 

And back to Kuamo'o. In the face of such tragedy. Such heartache and devastation. Such loss. Chiefess Manono's words ring out clearly. Those words carried in the Hearts of her 'ohana until this very day. Words that are so relevant and meaningful right now. 

Mālama kō Aloha. Her dying words. Keep your Love. 

Aloha. Keep your Love...

Thank you mo'o. Thank you Grandmother...

Maka...


Hula...


Kūpa'a...


Stand Steadfast...
In Your Mana...

Kūpaʻa kākou mahope o ka Mauna...
We are Loyal to the Mauna...

Hula at Helumoa...







'Ālana...






Offering...

Saturday, July 13, 2019

Potter...


Remembering when my son Koa wanted to go out on Halloween as Harry Potter. I suggested he try Hermione Granger instead...

Kahiki...


Kaulana Nā Pua...


Famous are the Children...

Kaka'ako...


Kaka'ako Dreams...
Of Beautiful You...

Beauty...


I tried to teach my Sons to look for, and notice, and truly appreciate, all of the Beauty in this World. Not just the epic scenic grandeur, but in the tiny often missed details of Life as well. This helps make for a Truly Beautiful Life filled with Humility and Gratitude, in each and every Precious Waking Moment...

Aloha pau'ole...


Love Everlasting...

Mana...


Friday, July 12, 2019

Night...


Love Descends...
Each Fallen Night...
Upon Sacred Beautiful You...
Whereupon...
I Find...
My Resurrection...

Kīlauea...


Wednesday, July 10, 2019

Hula at Kīlauea...


Pele's Secret Abode...


Audience...


Whenever I go to the Grocery Store, I head straight for the potatoes so I can practice telling my lamest jokes. I rarely get a reaction or a laugh. It helps to build up my thick skin...

Hō'ailona...


I was out on a site visit last week in 'Ewa regarding the discovery of ancestral human skeletal remains. I came across a fractured Mo'o. Kuamo'o. Kamehameha Pai'ea. Kihawahine. Flowing water underground. It all made Profound and Beautiful sense. A Powerful Hō'ailona. Mahalo Ke Akua...

Love...


Never Forget...
What Truly Matters...
In this Short Life...
Nor Ever Pass Up...
An Opportunity...
To Share It...

Tuesday, July 9, 2019

Messengers...


The other day, I walked out of the elevator in my apartment building over two dozen stories in the sky and noticed a single white feather with a Beautiful fringed tip of iridescent green, right on the carpet of my floor, right there in the middle of where I needed to step out, so I couldn't miss it. 

I figured it was from one of the green parakeets that flock home to roost in a massive tree not too far from where I live. How it ended up floating into the little window, I wasn't sure but I was grateful to pick it up and add it to my collection of serendipitous feather discoveries. 

There was a time when the green parakeets, which are introduced and considered an agricultural pest and nightmare for farmers, served as a series of powerful hō'ailona, or Divine Signs, for me a few years back. Their appearances, squawks, and unusual presence at certain junctures in my Life was noticed and appreciated as communication from the Spirit World. Thus finding a green-tinged feather right there when I stepped out of the elevator, one of any three I could have ascended in, was thus a Beautiful affirming sign. 

I remember over a decade ago, sitting outside of my work building one mid-morning as we were going to decorate and ride a trolley to represent our organization in an Annual Prince Kūhiō Day Parade. I was sitting on the curb talking with a co-worker. I was glancing up at the morning sky, which was pale blue and cloudless, and glancing back and forth to my friend, and I noticed something small and white in the sky that was so tiny, but reflecting Sunlight at times making it visible. 

I intermittently watched it slowly get bigger and bigger as it seemed to be falling slowly from the Heavens. I continued talking with, and listening to my friend, and glancing up now and then. At some point, I recognized the object as a feather. It floated downward towards us. As it came closer, the trajectory was leading it towards us, at a great angle from when I first saw it. 

I kept talking to my friend, and as I sat there, I extended my arm out and opened my hand. To my shock, and my friend's shock, I slightly leaned forward a few inches an the feather landed square in my hand. I was speechless. I saved that feather and still have it to this day.

After that experience, I tried to be more aware of Life around me. A Mindfulness and Awareness and Discernment. Noticing the small details of my surroundings. A Mindfulness, similar to what the Dalai Lama speaks of, and the Zen Master Thich Nhat Hanh speak of. Combined with an alertness to keep my five senses open at all times. 

I went to a special place in nature on Sunday morning and my Shama Thrush messenger showed up as usual. I didn't have time to concentrate on communicating, but the feathery animated presence and bird song alone, of this messenger, was appreciated and meaningful in so many ways.

The other day, I was in my office at work working on some heavy Cultural and Spiritual kuleana, or responsibility, and I heard the loud clicking of a gecko on the left side of my office. It was what I call an old school gecko. The kind that inhabited my Grandmother's home. The kind that I would catch and play with and release. I could see their little eggs stuck in holes in the single-groove wooden walls and at times, I could even see eggs in their translucent bellies as I held them upside down, cradled in my hand, and rubbed their tummies which put them to sleep. 

I can't remember in fifteen years of being at my current job, of ever having a gecko in my office, or more incredibly hearing that so familiar "click, click, click, click..." they make at times. Yet there was that loud clicking, which pierced the quiet of my office. I was so grateful. I immediately thought of my Grandmother and thanked her for her Love and Presence. 

The next day, I was in my office again, this time reading a mo'olelo about Kamehameha for a presentation. There again, while immersed in deep reflective thought, I was startled to hear the loud gecko clicking, this time on the right side of my office. I was grateful again. 

I glanced up towards where I had heard the sound, in a cluttered office full of all things Hawaiian, ancient and new, and caught a glimpse of one of the largest geckos I have ever seen slowly descend down the wall emerging from behind a light sconce and down behind my bookcase where an akua hulu manu of Kū sits perched up there, along with a special pōhaku, gifted by a friend, and which has a kupua Spirit in it. 

The Mo'o, the lizard, was light colored, not quite white, but close to it. I was left humbled and speechless to witness it descend. I then thanked the Mo'o audibly, and my Grandmother as such excitement and gratitude filled my entire being.

The next day, I was again in my office and again mid-day, and I was reading an email from a Beautiful friend and 'Āina protector,  and right when I started reading her emotive words, I heard the loud clicking again, this time right above me, seemingly coming from the air conditioning vent in my ceiling tiled roof. I looked up with Amazement again and Gratitude. I felt like this was a goodbye. 

This Mo'o. First on the left side of my office, the female Hina side, then the right side, the male Kū side, next to an akua hulu manu of Kū of all things and a male pōhaku Spirit, then right above me. Where Kū and Hina meet. Kau ka lā i ka lolo. The Midday Sun above the Head. The Brain. So much kaona or secondary meaning and messages to discern in such a short amount of time, and in the days after.

That night I came home from work and I parked my car in our parking garage in the basement. I walked over to the elevator to catch it up. Yes. Only one flight up to the ground floor. But I was exhausted and my inguinal hernia still needs to get repaired so stairs are not my friend. 

I heard the familiar "ding" of the elevator's arrival and as the door slid open, something dropped from the center of the top of the elevator door jamb right in front of me, and landed right at my feet in the bottom of the elevator door jamb. 

I looked down and was astonished to see a mini-me version of my office Mo'o. About half the size. I immediately blocked the elevator door sensor with my hand so as not to let the door close and crush the Mo'o. We stared at each other for what seemed like an Eternity. Then I slowly bent down and put my hand on the ground in front of the Mo'o to see if she would climb up onto my hand so I could place here somewhere safer. She remained motionless for about five seconds, then darted off to the side and into the darkness of the basement.

I chuckled to myself, almost in disbelief at the affirming sign. Humbled. Grateful. I have seen at the most five or six Mo'o like this in over twenty-years living in my building. That's how rare the sighting is for me.

The final affirmation came when  a few days later, I took my son, Elliott, for a little fresh-air and fishing at Kaka'ako Waterfront Park at Twilight to give him a break from his MCAT preparation and studying. We were only there for less than a half-hour as the Sun was quickly setting. We didn't have much time to fish, and even less a chance of catching anything in that short amount of time. However, the time spent with my son was worth more than catching all the fish in the Sea.

From a tall coconut tree right behind us, as we were on the rocks trying not to get splashed by large waves, we both heard the unmistakable loud clicking of an old school gecko somewhere high up the tree. "Click, click, click...click..." I excitedly asked Elliott if he heard it which he replied that he had. I said your great-grandmother is here with us! We both laughed. It may have been the loudest gecko clicking I have ever heard from thirty-feet up in the top of a coconut tree and audible over the roar of the crashing waves.

This past weekend, I came home in the late afternoon, and stopped to talk to two residents of my building as I was entering the front door. Two women, sitting on separate benches, enjoying the breeze. One, a Beautiful kupuna who now lives by herself, had lost her brother, sister and mother over the years I have known her. The other woman was a nurse for many, many years until health challenges took over and she eventually retired. She lives alone too.

I stood in the doorway of my building entrance, with the door propped open by my body, as we exchanged small talk, the three of us. At some point, Glenda, who had lost her siblings and mother, blurted out about how much she misses her brother. 

I took the opportunity to quickly share with both of these neighbors, about how our Loved Ones are always around us, especially when we need them. I shared quick stories of gifted friends who see Spirit, of lessons in the Afterlife as our Souls continue our Shared Journeys. Of experiences I had with my Mother visiting me a few months after he passing and the things she told me. I encouraged Glenda to talk to her brother. Her sister. Her Mother. They are still with her, loving her, supporting her. Seeking redemption and forgiveness for regrets through the goodness in her Life. In her Happiness. Her Love. 

Both women seemed excited and touched and I expressed my Love as I let them know that I had to get upstairs as a parade of residents entered and exited past me as I stood there holding the door open with my body. It was a Beautiful Ephemeral moment in time, filled with Joy, Happiness, Sorrow, Excitement and Love...

I went to the elevator and thought to myself, maybe I shared too much. Despite how Beautiful the connection was I still briefly doubted myself. Not everyone believes as I do. Not everyone is ready to believe. That in our Passing, we remain connected to all of our Loved Ones. That the tethered cords are there. 

That we continue our Journey of Learning and Refining the Soul. That some remain here on this dimensional plane, while others ascend to higher levels of growth and experience and purpose. I chuckled to myself that I was compelled to share and had no choice. That is what my na'au told me to do. My visceral intuition. My guts. Something my Mother shared with me to do four months after she passed. Listen to my Na'au. 

If I don't believe that experience of my Mother communicating with my Beautiful Humble Gifted Friend, right in front of me, on a mid-morning beach, as tears streamed down my face, what do I believe? I believe a Mother's Love is strong enough to Transcend all Space and Time, and even physical death of the vessel which serves as a Living Temple of that Soul. Of that Eternal Love.

I was taught that Spirit can perch upon living creatures, such as birds, butterflies, and other little creatures, and deliver us messages. Messages of Comfort. Presence. Companionship. Encouragement. Hope. Love. And the more we recognize, acknowledge and affirm these encounters, with Humility and Gratitude, they occur more and more frequently. I am a living testament to this belief. Forever grateful too... 

So I entered the elevator by myself and rode up in Reflective Silence, but feeling elated at the three-way conversation I just had with two Beautiful neighbors, replaying the conversation in my mind, over and over.

As soon as the door opened on my floor, I stepped out and immediately stopped in my tracks. As I gazed upon a single white feather with a Beautiful fringed tip of iridescent green. Right there. Same spot on the carpet. Same elevator of three I could have chosen. Just like a few weeks earlier. Déjà vu...

I bent down and gratefully and gingerly picked up my treasure and brought it inside my home to put it with the other feathers. Thank you Ancestors. Thank you Spirit Guides. Thank you 'Aumakua. Thank you Grandmother. Thank you Guardian Angels. And Most of All.  Thank you Ke Akua... Humbled and Blessed... Grateful for this Life and These Lessons...

Monday, July 8, 2019

Kahiki...


Signs...


Someone's gum from years ago, in my building's parking garage turned into a little Witch, with her hat on her back, flying under a Black Moon...

Saturday, July 6, 2019

Kia'i...


A Tlingit Raven Clan Guardian carved into a living tree in Juneau, Alaska...

Friday, July 5, 2019

Rebirth...


Pele and the Rebirth of Hāloa...

Sunday, June 30, 2019

Ka Pōhaku Ola...


Hula Kāne...


The Journey...


The Long Journey...
To Find You...

Saturday, June 29, 2019

Ho'opālama...


To Guard, Protect...

Hula Dreams...