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Sunday, August 13, 2017

Ascend...


Saturday, August 12, 2017

Love...


The other day I was walking along Dillingham Boulevard in the late afternoon to pick up my car so I could pick up one of my sons from school. As I passed a large driveway into a commercial building, my eyes glanced down and I saw a young bird, a fledgling, who looked like she may have tried to fly from the large tree next to the sidewalk, who was horribly crushed at the edge of the driveway. I cringed at the scene as she looked like she may have been run over by a car or stomped on by a pedestrian. I felt sick inside.

As I passed, something made me glance back one more time, and as I did, she lifted her wobbly head briefly, then let it fall back down. I was more horrified that she was still alive. I stopped in my tracks, thought about what to do, as my Heart pounded, then walked back towards her.

Her head was raw and bloody with no feathers or skin on it. Like a vulture looks. Her body was contorted and partially smashed. I couldn't believe she was hanging in there. She lifted her head and looked up at me then dropped it again. My Heart was again pounding about what to do.

There were two large men hanging around outside of an adjacent bar and I realized they were watching me when their raucous and boisterous inebriated conversation suddenly quieted. I thought about trying to pick her up and move her out of the driveway. Fortunately, I had put some napkins in my shirt pocket and pulled them out. I bent over and gently picked her up with the napkins and was horrified to see her stomach contents and some of her viscera pour out below onto the cement.

I carefully carried her over to the adjacent tree, and placed her on the ground, between two large roots, in a more quiet and secure location, wrapped in her white veil of soft napkins. I could still sense the two men watching me, as well as people in vehicles inching along in afternoon traffic and adjacent to me.

I covered her over with a small flat piece of plywood I found nearby to try and protect her from stray cats or other predators. After she was tucked in, I turned and continued my Journey and walked past the two still silent men.

I suddenly had tears streaming down my face as I recalled her suffering. I thought that maybe I should just put her out of her misery, walk back to the tree, and end her suffering in an equally brutal act of violence. But the thought of that just made me more sad. I couldn't do it. I felt conflicted. More tears fell as I walked. I didn't care if people in the cars were looking at the strange man with issues. I was still trying to process my actions and decide if it was the right thing to do.

Then I did the only thing I could do in these situations. I Prayed. I humbly asked my Greatest Teacher and Companion, Christ, to help the situation. I asked Him to Heal and Resurrect her completely, which only He can do, or to end her suffering right away and bring her home.

I continued on my Journey and for the rest of day, the thought, and sight of that bird, flowed in and out of my mind. The next day, in the afternoon, I had to walk that same path again. Before I began my Journey, I thought about my bird and went through different scenarios of what I might find when I looked at her body.

As I walked along the sidewalk for quite awhile, and approached the scene, I strained to look ahead at the area where I left her. The board was still there. As I came upon the place, I moved the board over. There was nothing. No bird. No feathers. No blood. No guts. No napkin. Nothing. It was about as clean and sterile a scene as you could get.

As stunned as I was, after preparing myself for another sad viewing, it truly was a relief not to see this poor bird again, all torn up from some predator, or covered in ants. It would have opened up the wounds from the previous day and the guilt.

My rational Mind tells me, that a cat may have come in the dark of night and taken her body away. Or rats. Or a dog. But my Heart tells me that Christ brought her home. Simply because I humbly and genuinely asked. I Prayed. I Cried. Out of Love and Compassion. Simple as That. This is what I Believe. See you on the Other Side Sweetheart...

Mo'o...


Just the Two of Us...


Curves...


"What a long sharp curved beak you have" I said...
"All the better to poke your eyes out" she replied...

Friday, August 11, 2017

Kaumaha...


I noticed that this artificial kalo plant at my workplace carries a lot of kaumaha. Heaviness, sadness and burden. Just like me...

Kūpuna...


Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Aloha 'Āina...


Love...


Embers...
Smoldering...
Glowing...
Enraptured...
By You...

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Nā Kūpuna...


Morning...


I Gently Awoke..
To the Morning Moon...
A Sweet Sight to Behold...
"I Watched you Sleep last Night"...
She whispered...
"That's Creepy" I responded...
"You are Creepy" she said...
"I know You Are but What am I"...
I added...
"Grow Up" she yelled...
Alas...
That's the Last...
We have Spoken...

Monday, August 7, 2017

Growth...


The Kukui Sapling...
Enlightening...
Patiently Growing...
Absorbing Light...
And Life Giving Waters...
Deeply Rooted...
Reaching Upwards...
To the Heavens...
Emanating Humility...
And Gratitude...
And Love...


Sunday, August 6, 2017

Friends...


I almost stepped on this little guy's face. Good thing I watch my step...

Waipuna...


Ka Wai a Kāne...


Surprised...


I made a New Friend today. I think he was just as Surprised to see me, as I was Surprised to see him...

Thursday, August 3, 2017

Divine...


Stand in Your Divine Female Power...

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Grateful...


Today was a Powerful Day at work. I sat in Awe as members of our Lāhui came to testify on the Protection of Mauna-a-Wākea. Despite so many hardships, our people came. Representing not only themselves, but their 'ohana. Their communities. Their islands. Their kūpuna, the ancestors, some who made their presence known through the perching upon of the haka, or mediums. Also representing the keiki and mo'opuna. some of who were also present. The deepest expressions of Aloha pau'ole, of Love, as well as frustration and heartbreaking disappointment were released into our Boardroom. Powerful words which took flight, and landed and pierced accordingly. 

Each person who spoke, carried an important unique message, overlaying the foundation of Aloha 'Āina. To Love the Land and Sea. Aloha kekahi i kekahi. To Love Each Other. To Protect the Mauna. Understanding that sometimes Love can be tough and even hurtful at times. It was a Powerful Day of Reflection. For All. Our Beloved Queen came as well to share her Presence and Love through inspired song. 

Today I was reminded of a Beautiful Hawaiian woman, a friend with Amazing Gifts of what Mary Kawena Pukui calls 'ike pāpā lua in Nānā i ke Kumu, Look to the Source. It is the Gift of Second Sight. To see Spirit. To hear Spirit. To let Spirit speak through you. Through her and others, I have better understood the Spirit World and the reasons why things happen in this World, the good and the bad. The lessons for the Soul. The choices we make. The Sacrifices.

She shared with me a story, a profound story, with humility. She had traveled to the West Coast for an engagement and didn't plan to stay very long. While there, she was visited by a Spirit. An Alaskan Native. He showed her a vision of himself standing on top of a massive dark Mountain in the Blackness of Time. Then the massive hand of Wākea came down and pulled the Mountain, the Mauna, up from the darkness of Pō, into the Ao, the Light. Then Wākea took his other hand and with it, scooped out Lake Waiau, like an 'umeke which was filled with water. He then grabbed the Sun, and brought it closer, just enough that the newly formed Lake Waiau wouldn't be in a constant state of being frozen, but mostly in liquid form. 

Lake Waiau was then shown to be a portal. When varied constellations line up above, like Casseiopeia, and others, the lake becomes a place where dimensional beings can travel back and forth, such as the Mo'o. 

My friend was also shown that not only are our Mauna in Hawai'i Sacred to Mother Earth, to Papa, but all mountain peaks around the World hold special meaning and purposes here, as they touch the Heavens. 

It was also revealed, that Lake Waiau, serves another important function. It is a Reflecting Pool for the akua, the gods. When they gaze into the waters of the lake, they see their true selves. Not how they think they should look or how people should view them, but their True Selves. Not always the easiest Reflection to see for a human or for an immortal.

Poliahu then entered the scene. She lamented. "The Summit of the Mauna is for the akua. Man doesn't belong there." Then she further mourned, "Is Nothing Left that is Sacred to Man? Must Man Destroy Everything?"

Then my Friend was told by the Alaskan Native Spirit, "Man need not look into the Universe for the Answers. Everything we are seeking is right here, deep within, each of us."

After hearing this experience, it resonated deep within my Soul. I was so grateful for her sharing with me and had asked if I could share this publicly one day. She agreed. I hope I did her profound mo'olelo justice as I recollected it about a year later.

So tonight, as I sit here on the lānai, and the Moon makes her slow descent, I know my brothers and sisters are out there in the dark, on Maui, holding the line yet again. To protect Haleakalā. My Heart again Swells with an indescribable Love, and tears well up yet again. 

So I humbly look to my Awesome Creator. To my 'Aumakua. My Ancestors. My Guardian Angels. My Spirit Guides and Protectors. My akua. For Guidance. As the Beautiful Moon quietly watches the tears cascade down my face, I cleanse my Heart and release the burdens of the Day. A deep sadness. A deep pain. But also a deep Love. Deep Gratitude. Which I bury deep inside like the Treasure that it is.

Gratitude. For this Life. This short ephemeral Life. Where the True Soul Lifting and Fulfilling Beauty comes more and more each day, not with the riches of society, but with the riches of Humanity. The intangible experiences, Soul Lessons and Deep Abiding Love that you do take with you when you depart this World. 

So I am grateful for seeing, hearing, and feeling my brothers and sisters today. In Loving Gratitude. And to those on Maui, on the frontline, and all those around the Islands and the World, holding Space and Light. For Mauna-a-Wākea. For Haleakalā. For all Sacred Places. I send you Much Healing Love, Light and Gratitude. Not so much for what you do. But simply for Who You Are. 

Cherish, Forgive and Love Each Other. Some of us may not wake tomorrow. Cherish. Forgive. Love. That Truly is What Life is About...


Secret Garden...


Monday, July 31, 2017

Glimpse...


She Gifted Me...
Just a Glimpse...
Of Her Beauty Tonight...
Enough to Set...
My Hopelessly Enraptured...
Heart...
Aflame...

Sunday, July 30, 2017

Kīpaipai...


Inspire...

Ne'epapa...


Saturday, July 29, 2017

Hula...


Friday, July 28, 2017

Always...


As the Sweet Somber Moon Descended...
Below the Dark Horizon...
She asked me Never to Forget Her...
While we are Apart...
Truth be Told...
I can Think of Nothing Else...
But Her...

'Ekolu...