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Sunday, December 15, 2019

Messages...


Last week, I decided to work a little late and then walk home to unwind and get some exercise. As I left my work and headed home on foot, I realized that it had gotten dark early in these Winter months. I had second thoughts for a moment, but quickly put any concerns of safety aside, and journeyed forward down the gritty streets. 

I headed past homeless encampments and shadowy figures in an area of town where a man had just gotten mobbed, robbed and beaten up by four other people, ending up in the hospital, a little over a week ago. I heightened my senses and became very aware of everyone and everything around me as I walked along the dirty sidewalk strewn with debris.

I passes a motley crew of people sitting on stairs as I turned a corner. A young woman, kneeling down, turned to see me as I came upon them, smiled and said, "Hi!" I smiled back and said, "Aloha!" as I continued on. 

I let out my breath as I had passed that corner many times before in the approaching darkness. Usually addicts strewn about amidst clothes and other belongings, some probably stolen, scattered about the stairs. 

As I walked, I saw another dark figure approaching me. A pretty large man. As we passed, I looked him in the face, and when he made eye contact, I smiled and said, "Aloha!" He nodded to me. I continued on, as I braced myself, expecting to get hit on the head from behind. It didn't happen. So I continued walking.

A little while later, I approached a tent on the sidewalk and a man came out and stood outside watching me approach. It was dark so I couldn't really see features. When I came upon him, I looked at him and he looked at me. I smiled and said, "Aloha!" He smiled and said, "Howzit..." and I continued on. Again I braced myself to get hit on the back of the head but it didn't happen.

Such was my journey home that night until I made it to a more populated and lighted part of downtown Honolulu. 

I passed person after person for the next half an hour, always looking to make eye-contact. Always smiling my biggest smile. Always saying, "Aloha!"

I briefly stopped by the Honolulu City Hall Christmas display and quickly looked around at the decorations and elaborate displays. Continuing on, I kept to the sidewalk and didn't wander off into the grassy areas where other displays were. 

I couldn't help notice however that far away from the main displays and sidewalk, I could see what looked like a little manger scene with the words "Jesus Christ" lit up in lights. It looked like a small modest display from my vantage point. 

I though it was ironic that the "reason for the season" was relegated to such a tangential area. Continuing on, I looked towards my right at the large historic church and in giant lights, it read, "Jesus is Aloha", and that resonated deeply with me from another revelation I had several years prior. I continued walking, smiling and saying "Aloha" to passerby's and security guards monitoring the crowds.

It was then, as I entered a stretch of sidewalk that was mostly empty of people, that I saw a man in the dimmed streetlight. He was facing the street with both hands held up, talking away to some unseen companion. A group of people ahead of me made a wide arc around him as they passed.

As I got closer, I could discern who he was. It was the man whom I had briefly met about a month ago who was sweeping the street with a short broken broom. I had praised him and thanked him at that time for keeping the street around him clean, amidst his belongings surrounding him. He seemed truly grateful and we exchanged good wishes and even a parting, "Love you brother" to each other, in the brief but memorable encounter.

I walked behind and past him as he continued speaking out loud with arms outstretched, to unseen entities. That is something I was familiar with as I wholly believe that street people who talk aloud to themselves, are not always really talking to just themselves, but often to unseen people, beings and presences around them. At least that is how I have always viewed it.

Not wanting to disturb him, but also not wanting to just walk past him and not acknowledge him, in case he recognized me from our last encounter, I said loudly, "Aloha brother!" as I continued to walk. 

It was then that his talking abruptly stopped. I slowed down slightly, and then heard him exclaim, "I'm sorry brother, what did you say?

I stopped in my tracks and turned to look back at him. He said, "What was that word you said?"

I started walking back towards him, as he stood there, surrounded by little crates and boxes, and a shopping cart full of life's necessities. He looked me, intently, with his head slightly tilted, as if he had a great expectation for my answer.

I smiled, and said, "Aloha! That is the word I said."

Now right next to him, he looked me in the eyes and asked, "What does that word mean?"

I was able to get a better look at his features in the streetlight. He was a black man who looked like he was in his sixties and who had been through a very hard life. His eyes spoked volumes.

I said, "Aloha is a Hawaiian word. It means hello, goodby and it means love."

"What kind of Love?" he asked as he looked at me.

I said, "Like God's Love. Unconditional."

He looked down, put his hand on his chin, and nodded his head up and down as if he was simultaneously digesting, and concurring, with my definition of Aloha. "I see...unconditional Love, yes." he added.

I said, "How have you been? Are you doing alright? I remember you when you were sweeping the sidewalk that day."

"Oh yes... I remember too." he said. 

I quickly thought about my wallet and if I had any money in it. I didn't want to pull it out, but strained to think if I had any money in it from the day's events.

I distracted thoughts were quickly interrupted when he asked me, "Do you go to church?"

I sheepishly answered, "No not really..." and before I could add in that my church it outside and not contained by walls, he quickly followed up with "Do you read the Bible?"

Again, sheepishly, I answered "sometimes.." and then slightly panicked when he followed up with "What are your favorite readings?"

Not knowing what to say in the moment, I said, "Uhm...Genesis. You know Creation and all that." In all Honesty, I wasn't even buying my own answer. Then I said, "I like the New Testament. I like reading about Christ."

I do consider Christ my Greatest Teacher, but I connect with Him more through Spirit teachings rather than the printed word.

The man smiled and then said, "You know we need to Love everyone we meet. Not all Angels have wings." 

I smiled and said, "I agree wholeheartedly with you brother."

He then said, "It gets really hard out on the streets at times..." as he stared off into the distance, at some unknown horrid memory, I was sure, and as his eyes seemed to glisten. 

"I can only imagine brother" I lament-fully added.

"Let me share something with you" he said. "I can't share everything, but this I can share with you, because I like your definition of Love. Sometimes I go through such hard times but I am grateful for the lessons in the suffering."

My arms lit up with chicken skin, as I had thought about the same lessons, and had been intending to write up and share another story about the lessons in suffering, and the gratitude for hard times in my Life. I just hadn't been inspired to write up that saga yet, however one part of it dealt with having to walk home because our car picked up a bolt in the tire and I didn't want my wife driving to pick me up with the tire condition. Thus I walked home that night, and who did I meet, but this man sweeping the sidewalk. He was such a Blessing that night that lifted my Spirits. Some other events happened because of that bolt in the tire which made what most people would characterize as "bad luck" into something of a powerful Blessing.

Now here was the same man sharing with me the idea that "suffering" can be a "blessing" and he was the man in my story with the same message.

The man then walked over to his belongings on the ground and dug around  in one of his bags, emerging with what looked like a well-worn, somewhat tattered Bible with a missing cover.

I immediately thought of my encounter years earlier with Charlie, while walking to work on morning, in a story I shared years ago about him being surrounded by an explosion of papers, possessions and other small things, strewn about his feet in a ten-foot radius, as he stood there, shaking and crying, and coming down off of some bad drug trip. 

He begged me to stay with him so he could clean up his mess, and I helped him clean up, and eventually he dug out a torn Bible and read me a passage that had great meaning ultimately. We became friends after that and our encounters were always Powerful Blessings full of Lessons for me.

Now it was deja vu as the tattered Bible emerged once again.

The man asked me to come with him as we both walked up towards the furniture store so he could read the words on the paper as it was too dark where we once stood. We both huddled next to each other, him flipping through pages, and me trying to see what sections he was on so I could remember the lessons.

As he looked at his Book, he stopped on a section and I strained to see it in the dim light. "Christ. The Son."

He then flipped the pages before I could focus and see where he was reading from. I moved a little closer to him so I could see better, disappointed that I might not connect with the origin of his words fast enough.

Here we are, he said, "Hebrews 13" as he moved the Book closer to his face, straining to read.

In my mind, I said, "Hebrews 13, Hebrews 13" over and over again trying to memorize the title as I knew I wouldn't be able to remember whole passages.

He began reading, " Keep on loving one another as brothers and sisters. Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by so doing some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it. Continue to remember those in prison as if you were together with them in prison, and those who are mistreated as if you yourselves were suffering..."

Emotions quickly welled up from within and tears began streaming down my face at his words. I tried to suppress them and surreptitiously wipe them away. I noticed a few people walking past us n the darkened sidewalk, looking over at these two silhouetted figures huddled next to each other, against the backdrop of a lighted store, straining to discern the words in a book.

I squeezed my eyes closed tightly and opened them widely, several times in a row, to try and squeegee the tears out of them without having to lift my sleeve up to my face to wipe them in an obvious move.

"You know you can't tell when a stranger is an Angle without Wings. That's how I kind of feel about you." he said.

I felt another wave of emotions welling up quickly as tears flooded my eyes. He continued to flip through his tattered Book. Reading bits and pieces, here and there, while I quietly observed him. I knew that I was human. A mortal. Nothing close to an Angel. But now I questioned whether I was in the presence of a man who had suffered much in his Life, or was I in the presence of something Divine and Holy. 

My Heart continued to race at the mere thought of the possibility. My mind flashed back to a Life changing encounter almost two decades ago with a little runaway boy named LeRoy. A boy who left such a powerful impression on me, that almost twenty years later, I still erupt in tears when telling the story of that rainy night. Convinced in hindsight, he was an Angel. Or even Christ Himself. Here I was yet again trying to discern this encounter on the fly as I watched this man intently.

He looked up from his Bible, and stared off into the distance again. He said, "You know, I can't share everything with you. But I trust you. I can share...there are some things I have been through..."

"I understand brother..." I replied, adding, "I am very grateful for what you have shared with me already...truly..."

He then spoke about some of his Life. Things that I need to just hold in confidence and trust here. He talked about hardships again, and how he is grateful for the hard times. It was a powerful affirming moment again in my own revelations on my own Spiritual Journey.

I then asked him, "How long have you been here in Hawai'i?"

"Four years...almost five" he answered, adding, "I am very happy that I came here."

I said, "I am very happy you came here brother."

We stood there in a moment of silence. No cars driving down a once busy street in an unusual break. The wind was quiet in the canopied trees. As if the Universe suddenly hushed Itself to listen in.

He glanced up at me, with teary eyes, and gently smiled, then looked down at the ground. He softly said, "Thank you..."

"You are welcome brother. I really mean it.." I replied.

Quietly, he asked, "Can I share something with you? Something I don't share with people..."

"Yes... Always..." I responded.

He looked up at me and said, "Sometimes Jesus speaks to me..."

"I believe you brother. He is a constant Companion of mine. I understand you." I said.

"It is hard to explain. It is like I can go downtown to Chinatown", he said, as he looked up and pointed off into the distance at the tall buildings of Honolulu looming so far away. "I can do down King Street. I can go down Beretania Street. I can do down Hotel Street. There are many ways to get there."

I said, "Yes...many different paths in Life."

"Yes" he said, but it is Christ who tells me which way to go, so I will be safe. Which path to take each day and night."

"That is Beautiful brother..." I replied.

It was at that moment, I stuck out my hand and he looked at it, and extended his arm and hand. He grasped my hand. I said, "My name is Kai. What is yours?"

"John" he replied.

For some reason, I immediately thought of John the Baptist.

I said "Nice to meet you brother John" to which he responded with "Nice to meet you brother Kai."

I thanked him for the nice time together and he turned and started to walk away towards his belongings on the curb. I said, "John! Wait!" as he turned to look at me. I pulled my wallet out and fumbled through it, apologizing that I didn't have more, and pulled out my bills and held them out to him. "Please get something to eat and drink."

He hesitated momentarily, then reached out and took them. "May your Blessing tonight return to you 100-fold" he said.

I chuckled and said, "You are too kind brother John" as he smiled as well.

"I will be sure to check up on you anytime I pass through this area or when I see you John." I said to which he replied, "You are very kind."

I resumed my Journey home and looked back one last time and blurted out, "Love you brother John. You stay safe. I will see you again."

"Love you too brother Kai. You stay safe too..." he replied.

I walked my path home. Smiling and greeting every passerby. Whether they were receptive or not. I waved to bicyclists in the bike lane. I smiled and waved at cars who let me cross the crosswalk or who otherwise accommodated my street crossings.

And it was then that a light rain fell. The cold tinkling droplets, a smattering that was pure enough to feel the coolness yet not heavy enough to soak my clothes. 

It was an affirming rain. It was a cleansing rain. It was a Blessing rain. As I reflected upon my encounter with John. 

It was then that I thought about Ka Wai Ola a Kāne. The Life Giving Waters of Kane. The Power of Words. The water vapor in our Breath. The Power of our Words on Others. Our Bodies of Water and the effect of Love and Kindness on the Crystalline Structures of Water. Our Water. Us as Water.

Then I thought of the ʻŌlelo No'eau, the Wise Saying, "He huewai ola ke kanaka na Kāne. People are Kāne’s living water gourd."

And I thought of my Beautiful New Friend, John, as the Waters fell down upon me from the Heavens.

And I thought of John 4 in the Bible. Where Christ, parched, asked for water from the well.

And what it means to be kind to strangers. To quench their thirst.

For Christ is the Water of Life. And as He said, "but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.'"

Thank you brother John. For the Love. For the Lessons. For being my Angel. In the Beautiful and Poignant Reminder of The Reason for the Season....

Aloha Kekahi i Kekahi...
Love One Another...
As I So Love You...

Ke Ala Pono...


The Righteous Path...

Ne'epapa...


Tuesday, December 10, 2019

Kūkulu...


To Build...

Channeling...


When my son Koa used to Channel Marilyn Monroe...

Lost at Sea...


Monday, December 9, 2019

Endless...


Endless Waves...
Caressing the Shore...
Such is...
My Adoration...
For You...

Love...


Your Love...
Softly Blankets me...
From the Sorrows...
Of this Life...

'Ike Hawai'i...


E Ho'okanaka...

Saturday, December 7, 2019

Maka...


I Love You Too...

Kūlia...


Moments...


Treasure and Savor...
And Celebrate...
Each Precious Fleeting...
Shared Moment...
In this Beautiful Wondrous Life...
With Humility and Gratitude...
For they Shall not Return...
Ever Again...

Hula is Light...


Thursday, December 5, 2019

Salve...


I awoke last night, in the wee hours of a still darkened new day. My Spirit Guides were letting a flow of imagery pass in front of my still closed resting eyes, while words and thoughts gently presented themselves to me. Often tears would well up at the sheer Beauty of the imagery, or at the powerful Healing thoughts, lessons and understanding. 

I was in no shape to get up and commit any of these lessons and guidance to written form and apologized that I needed to drift off again to slumber, praying that I could remember what I needed to remember to memorialize it later that night. I am not sure I was able to but I shall give it at try.

Like so many others, I was still numb and trying to process the tragedy and sheer violence of the previous day at the Pearl Harbor Shipyard. I have also been trying to process the seeming increase in gun violence, assaults, burglaries, thefts and murder in this Land of Aloha.

It was then that I reflected upon the growing uneasiness in my Soul. For all that has been lost. For the sorrow of what may never be again in this Beautiful island Home. The innocence and magic of my childhood is not the same that I had hoped for my own children. For all the children.

Then it Dawned on me. Ke Ao. The Awakening. Yet is wasn't the Sunrise of a New Day which was still hours away, that provided me the image of Light and Hope. It was the Moon.

It was a reminder of a Shining Moment of Moonlight over the Night Blooming Cereus. 

In the darkest of night. Awakening the Ephemeral Blossom that won't live to see that next Sunrise. A Life of One Singular Night. 

Making the most of limited time here to give the World all the Love, Reflected Light, and Beauty you can muster. Such that the Beautiful Memory of you shall Salve broken Hearts for generations.

Yes. Tragedy and horror presented themselves. Against a somber backdrop when dozens here in the islands also drew their last breaths. 

Some at the hands of others. Some tragically by their own hands in self-inflicted desperate acts of Deep Despair in the pits of forlorn darkness.

Some drowning in terrified gasping water filled breaths in the very same salt waters that Heal, Cleanse and Renew Life in others. 

Some in mangled and twisted vehicle metal, and others struck by errant inattentive drivers. Some in hospitals in bodies ravaged by disease. Some in hospice surrounded by loved ones. Others quietly in their own beds. Seemingly entering the Hereafter Alone.

Some wandering off confused, trapped in a mind that no longer remembers anything, and in their confusion and exhaustion, and desperation, entering wooded areas and falling down to drift into Eternal Slumber.

But then I realized, that for every Salient Sorrowful moment here. Every act of cruelty. Every hurtful action. There were thousands of unreported, unacknowledged, and unnoticed Moments of Sheer Love and Kindness for each of these dark acts.

The new lives born in hospitals across these islands and in home births, bringing this Incredible Cycle of Humanity back around. Death and Birth. Rebirth. 

There were tens of thousands of acts of kindness and compassion all over these islands, in a single tragic day.

People helping each other. Forgiving each other. Expressing their Love for one another. Sacrifices by parents for their children. For each other. Sacrifices of individuals for complete strangers. To lend a hand. To lend an ear. To give charity. To give encouragement. To suffer at work, despite exhaustion, to provide sustenance and shelter for those under their care. To still show kindness. Compassion.

There were people who let other drivers into gridlock, with a smile and wave, despite the crushing rush to get somewhere and the endless frustration of our traffic. A thousand moments of Aloha in a day. Holding the door open for the person behind you. Helping kupuna with a smile and word of encouragement. 

Teachers sacrificing so much to lift the Spirits and Minds of all those in their classrooms. Thousands of children impacted by Love and Caring during a single tragic day. Our Future.

There were marriages. New Love. Rekindling Love. Fluttering Hearts. And even for some, the Ending of relationships and unions which would ultimately provide such Soul growth and lessons down the road, making for short term Heartache, but hopefully Happiness and Enlightenment in the End.

People not only professing, but truly showing their Love and Care for Each Other. Tens of Thousands in a single Tragic Day.

Tens of thousands Bright Lights shimmering across these Islands that keep the Powerful Transformative Healing Salve of Aloha Alive and Well.

These islands have weathered storms against Humanity in the past. The brutal horrific wars of the ancient days and armed conflicts of more recent memory. The epidemics and mass tragedy of population loss. The famines. The slaughter of, and by, warring armies. The sacrificed members of families, of distant 'ohana, burned in the underground ovens of war, or strangled to provide the sacrifice to appease the gods.

Yet, despite the overwhelming tragedy and death of our collective history here, the dark periods and seemingly irreparable changes.  Peace and Aloha arose. In this Land of Aloha...

There remains so much Hope and Beauty in these islands. So many are drawn here, to Her palpable Healing Spirit and Presence. An Aloha that shall never die or be extinguished. That shall not change. That shall never change from the contrary, hurtful, or hateful and desperate acts of some who arrive on her shores. 

It shall be the people drawn here who ultimately change, because of Her. Because of Aloha.

We shall never Give Up our Love for the 'Aina. The Land and Sea. The Love for Each Other. Despite the horror that we encounter. And sadly, that we will continue to encounter. 

We Shall Prevail. If we remain Steadfast to Love and Aloha.  True to Ourselves. True to Each Other.

Life as we have come to know and Love here in Hawai'i depends upon it. As does the rest of the hurting World.

Like that Ephemeral Blossom living her Life surrounded by Darkness. Make the most of each day. Shine your Beauty and Emanate Aloha out and into a darkened World. Be a Beacon of Love, Light and Hope. 

The World shall not Define us in its Horrific Tragedies. We shall Define the World. Our Lives. Our Beloved Islands. In our Love and Aloha...

In Beautiful Remembrance of All Those Loved and Lost...

'Onipa'a... 
Aloha Kekahi i Kekahi...

Steadfast...
Love One Another...
As I Love you...

Sunday, December 1, 2019

Happiness...


Happiness...
Is Truly...
What you Make it...

Saturday, November 30, 2019

Remembering Uncle Charlie Perreira...

















Maka...


Let There Be Light...





Makana...


Hula for a Queen...

Memorials...


In Hawai'i, many burial sites were marked by trees. Tamarind trees on various islands have been noted to be a common burial or burying ground marker. Coconut trees were used too. Sometimes when I see a face on a tree, I wonder if it is a manifestation of the Sentient Nature Spirit residing in the tree. Sometimes I wonder if it could be a person buried beneath the tree, manifesting a physical presence. Some of course, are simple Pareidolia, but discernment is important when viewing trees or rocks with anthropomorphic features. 

I remember when I received a call from the Catholic Diocese of Honolulu regarding a situation at the Roman Catholic Cemetery on King Street next to One Archer Lane. Upon visiting the cemetery with a Vicar, we noticed that a large old plumeria tree had roots that apparently went down deep, and then turned back towards the surface. When the roots grew back up, they inadvertently brought human skeletal remains up with them which were exposed on the surface now. We gathered them up and reburied them the next day.

When One Archer Lane was being built, there were about fifteen to twenty burials discovered just on the outside of the cemetery proper. No markers or headstones. As was common back then, if you weren't allowed to be buried inside of the cemetery for various reasons, people would often come in the dead of night and bury loved ones along the perimeter.

I remember stopping by the sales office of One Archer Lane one day and feigning interest in the project.  They had a mock up of the building in their sales office. I noticed the adjacent cemetery was depicted as a green park with grass. Nothing about a cemetery.

I asked the project sales lady if the green park was actually a cemetery. She responded yes. I then asked if any remains were found on their side of the fence, under their project.

She said, "Oh sometimes remains end up outside of the cemetery fence. They scoot over. It was just a shoebox size amount."

I left thinking to myself, we wrapped about 15 to 20 individuals in unbleached muslin and put them in lauhala 'eke, or baskets before reburying them in a large empty family plot inside of the cemetery. Who wears shoes the size of pick-up truck?

Hula ākea...


Friday, November 29, 2019

You and What Army?


Lonoikamakahiki at Waiawa....