In the second day, my intuition once again supported invisible knowing. I seemed to have a brilliant knack of listening and dedicating my life to perpetuating family fulfilling destiny. Even Mo'i has commented on the esoteric nature of my motivations.
Mo'i understood why. Watching a child returning home, and the passionate truth of being recognized, is a strong healing. I guessed the Hawai'ian family would recognize the child of the ancestors I saw when I looked at Leilani. The essence of Leilani's hula touched hearts with the deepest reverance for the tradition and history from which it sprang. This unleased a love force immeasurable.
All Kahuna... no, everyone gathered in the circle... cried. By means of unselfish sharing, a woman coming of age, became a conduit for humanity's transition. All the people gathered and the spirits of Hawai'i were happy. Every person was giddy and smiling, and they're turn at the hula produced hearty belly laughs.
Something more was coming, everything was in such perfection, everyone primed and ready. Aunty Pahia and Ilyana stood. After a moment, Mo'i came to a decision. Leilani was verbally recognized as Kahuna by Aunty Pahia and Ilyana broke into chant. Tanya and Patrice had to hold Leilani up.
Aunty Pahia wasn't quite done as we broke for lunch and she dashed off to be "Elder first," a common practice for both our lineages. The Elders and children are always taken care of first, a sign of respect and honor. She pulled me aside and asked for time on … Easter moring… to complete the Blessing Intiation, the first of many to come. It would be a surprise. We would do it first thing. The fact that this rite of passage was happening on what I had heard called "resurrection Sunday" growing up, flashed bright light in my recognition mind. The bridging proces, fulfilling the prophecy that we would bring children home, revealed confirming path more with each journey. We mature in our purpose.
It was difficult to contain myself the rest of the afternoon. Leanala came to channel Pele. The first part of the channel I missed because my attention had been diverted by Mo'i to Aunty Pahia.
She was searching the inbetween space for something. I could see it, and set to hold space. Mo'i motioned for me to take Aunty Pahia the buffalo horn that rested i8n my medicine basket. I did what I was told and Aunty actually reached for the horn… with her eyes still closed... as I began to gently lay it in her lap.
When the opportunity came a little while later, she told me it had helped her a lot in her clarity. What she had asked for had plainly been seen. Mo'i stood behind Pahia and picked up a rainbow ribbon of energy, and then approached Leanala, smiling and beaming with love.
"Kamaka," she began firmly from where she stood, "the buffalo is synonymous with Pahia. After the traditional arrowhead gift, you will have Kalei'iliahi and Kamakawiwoole gift her the horn. This is the vision we showed you." She stayed with Aunty Pahia the rest of the day.
I honored this generous giveaway rite. Well, it looked like there might be two initiations in the morning. I started listening to Leanala's instructions on how to make mana dolls. I examined Aunty Kalei and Aunty Pahia's, ruefully commenting on the Elders' astute attention to anatomical detail.
The mana dolls were a huge success. Everyone became a child, and glue was everywhere, while seaweed skirts and hair were designed. And, Toho'ma was in her glory, she did twins. There was a slightly different atmosphere, but the play was joyfully efficient. I sat on the grass with Alan and Valera. Miracle was happy. A family had gathered beneath her in sincere appreciation for the renewal of Spring and wisdom shared. My spirits began to rise. Perhaps this answer to the call would transform the spiritual component into daily life once we all returned to "normal" routine.
My reality was restored. I presented the plan for the next morning to Toho'ma after we returned from dinner. I became almost euphoric as we looked at the pcitures she had taken during the two days of presentations. I found myself talking out loud to Mo'i and Nakia, telling stories of what would come. Fortunately, Toho'ma has 13 years experiencing my cross-dimensional communciations. How amazing life is becoming, and we are actually the first of the Sisters of Honua… Earth! I looked forward with even more celebration to our conversations over the upcoming few days, when the ceremony had been completed.
The family of Haviki was certainly grateful for the opportunity to share their Aloha and truth. My subsequent treasure returned again and again in valued kinship.
One thing of interest that mentors is noninterference. I had learned this traditional act of unconditional love early. Yes, unconditional means to allow a person their lessons without interference. I recalled the number of silent lessons I had received from Grandfather in my youth. They had, in fact, been the greatest moments in my claiming of personal power.
I prayed for the sister in lesson. "Moonstones belong to Pele," Mo'i said, a cryptic message from nowhere. "Ilyana's chants, sung to the momentous love for Pele, for Pahia. Lakota buffalo driven by a pickup truck… transcended across a rainbow bridge to hide."
Interspersed were visions that honored those gathering. All the Kahuna, blessing Leilani, then dancing their Hawk Dance to honor all the rest.
Suddenly the horn gifting, Pahia moaned, doubling as she walked and appeared to be shapeshifting into the buffalo as Aunty Kalei and Papa Reynolds held her. Pahia stopped, sat down, calling Toho'ma and I to sit beside her. Someone besides Aunty was speaking from inside of her.
"What's happening?" I heard someone in the circle whisper. "Is Pahia okay?"
"She is honored buffalo. She speaks from Calf Woman, a gift and honoring."
I looked around, not sure who was talking. Presently I was happy someone had the answer to give, looking back to Pahia. She was holding her lower lip much like our llamas do.
Later Pahia sat to the side with us as she came back into her body.
"There were three," Mo'i explained excitedly. "An old woman, a maiden and a warrior. The buffalo opened the South Gate for the second part of the transmigration assistance. You saw the rainbow hiding White Buffalo Calf Woman. Pahia is honored by the other side of her heritage… the Lakota."
The story of Crazy Horse's daughter, Rainbow Woman, filled my mind. I did not understand completely, but I did grasp the potential of our subsequential journey. And these are my family, I thought in amazement, that allow me to bring forth their esoteric intervention on humanity's behalf.
My interest and energy with the Sisters of Honua is heartfelt. We all have responsibility for the future of life, exquisite earth power and beauty. The extended family grows meticulously, and I document. This time, I serve the Kapuna… Living Ancestors… nohwizá'yé'ihi'dahi. Now we honor image floating!
These pleasant thoughts were on my mind as the giveaway continued. We had moved from the long house… carport… to back under Miracle on the grass, and all seemed well with the world.
the sun slowly set as the gift giving continued with little tokens of honoring, stories sharing self, and songs of inspriation. Did Talia sing "I to We?" How wonderful! Easter. It was, without a doubt, the best Easter of my life this time. My life is fulfilling! I love because I can, and because I love to.
The Initiations are drawing even closer, and things are making sense in my mind. I write to get as much as I can. Ten, maybe twelve days to assimilate this one. And we're just getting started. That's what appears to be consistent. Then what – Mother Pele – Changing Mother, the realization finally… chicken skins crawl across the skin and hair prickles.
Mother Pele, prophecy fulfills, we're living it! Kahuna, Native American, and worldwide earthways!
At almost the same instant, I heard the laughter from the girls next door, and we went to sit under the stars together again.
"Did you know?" Leilani asked. "What did you know?"
Saturday, April 5, 2008
IV. Preparation
The Day began like any other day in Hawaii. The weather damp, but doable, and the day, spent in family time with Aunty Kalei, a ritual of purpose.
A group of our San Diego family sat waiting for their ride at the tiny Hilo Airport, as Toho'ma manuevered in to pick up Patrice and Leilani. Toho'ma then circled Aunty Kalei's car out to the main drag, destination… Ken's Pancake House. When all the facilititors for the Hawk WindWay had gathered, we feasted together as family, as both Hawaiian and Apache traditions accept as proper protocol. When we started voicing intent around the circle the most remarkable voice of unity honored our group, as had been hoped, power to the directions and beyond. Other groups around the world held us in contained alignment for the Spring EarthRenewal Festival.
I noticed that the rest of our group were ready to walk Pele's lava flow. They responded to the call after only slight prodding. I am still learning to translate Hawaiian protocol into Apache understanding. I closed the door to the car as the rain began a heavy descent.
It was difficult to see on the dark, rain-varnished road and the ritual driven Kahuna in the first three cars we followed were on a time crunch. It was impossible to see landmarks and by the time we caught up, we were in the gate, which was to close within five minutes. When we finally parked it was an intense moment. Aunty Pahia, Ilyana, Floris, Camille, the kids, Ilyana's sister, Leanala, Patrice and Leilani, Toho'ma and myself began our march across lava rock by the light of the full Hawk Moon. Two in our party walked with walking sticks, however, their chanting lifted all our feet, andit was apparent that this evening was setting the tempo for the next three days.
Our Kapuna's - living ancestor - message thrust true into my heart, and I felt the dance lift us to the sky, and then felt, rather than heard, warm song on my lips, eyes, ears, heart, arms and body. The purpose of the Hawk WindWay was what I was seeing, I, and the others were proving our worthiness to Pele. A sacred life realized, as we saw the awe of her sacred touch upon the land and sea. At last we live lives of beauty.
Quickly I skipped rocks once liquid fire, and remembered the snake venom that once ran through my veins. I soon realized the messages written in the sky above, and stood patiently waiting for the women of Hawai'i to complete their offerings. They were quite supportive of our ceremonial intent to be kind and gentle with one another, bridging and speaking the truths of earth and family, and cast prayers on the wind blessing our union. I stood, watching signs, and opening my heart and thoughts to silently pray for our family anchoring both sides of the bridging of the creating beauty.
When the lava shifted drastically in our direction, we began our lofty trek back to the car. A wide grin spread across Ilyana's face as she offered a chant worthy of Pele's gratitude to the male guardians of the site, who kept the people safe, thanking them as we held space in honor.
If there had been anything unworthy in our intent, Pele would purify until sacred lesson would be seen. Not only did this reveal itself many times over, but it rendered this group that walked the lava flow a tightly forming alliance that live true to their inner most beliefs. We recognized broken hearts were to be healed, there was possibility of sacred tradition accepted with respect. I would simply continue to make Relations and do so according to vision. I had no doubt of their truthful choreography, every envisioned hope was coming true. A pure heart would serve as protection. A proof of actions, time streaming centuries, would function as the chanting and dancing of life renewed. I selected my assignment and quickly the crescendo energy joined us one to another. Mo'i squatted near by, fascinated by the human process.
Fire walking Pele, I believe, has a language all it's own. I piled prayers of appreciation and respect, while the confirmation progressed to a young Kahuna being recognized by her people, remembering how long ago I had dreamed this all. Puzzled, Mo'i watched me open gates of change, sort out ritualistic action and spread love carefully to enable unsually effective balance. Surely, she pondered, you have now understood your purpose.
By the time we retired that night, I had assembled quite a supply of premonitions. In conjunction with Toho'ma's insights, I continued the sacred preparation dreaming through the night, understanding how I might choreograph healing. Mo'i's council remained roaring sensation, somewhat rhythmic in the cadence of the assembling participants.
If there were only a way, I pondered, to dance the crackling energy into rainbow understanding. My wandering glance fell on Aunty Pahia's head lei... or crown... a baseball cap cocked over her face. Mo'i now became certain that I was completely spontaneous, as I motioned Toho'ma to sound her version of a conch... Spiraling Energy. The Kahuna stretched across the yard, started the morning procession to ceremony, and Aunty Pahia began the perfect teaching story of forgiveness, tolerance, and compassion.
The few deft movements of the experienced Elder gave the gathering a definate direction, immediately. With a deep sense of gratitude, I thanked Nakia for his sense of energetic build and Aunty Pahia had apparently received the exact message everyone needed. She took a tea leaf and blessed the circle, creating sacred space. I felt mesmerized as I watched my kapuna mark the energies beyond human consciousness.
Back in the circle again, Aunty Pahia began a hula parable and the wind suddenly changed direction. Elegant looking by any standards, her story took her to a prone position on the earth mother, and gazed up through the banyon tree canopy, and seemed to be wrapped in a light of many Ancients. After a bit of adjustment and enticing, she moved towards her altar and shared the elements of water… the Gatekeepers of the South.
The result of her teaching was most gratifying. Amazement flew, and smiles scattered during lunch, a visual prayer offered for a moment, and producing a returning warmth to the heart. More importantly, the fire of Pele's passion instantly responded with a mystery of Springtime… a sprouting coconut. Exultant, I sat and played with a piece of grass, quickly calling back to circle, it was time to continue. Mo'i was greatly eclipsed in purpose. For some reason, the cosmic council planned on pumping up the medicine power. True, it seems simple to call people together to facilitate, but to choreograph harmony is a medicine that had to do with experience. Maybe we will undnerstand the medicine as we use it.
After lunch, I could hardly wait to see where Aunty Kalei and Papa Reynolds' presentation would take us. The Twin Flames for God, represented the Spiritual Parents – sky and earth – in the direction of the West. When their benevolent counsel displayed true wisdom, I lovingly began to pray for their recent marriage. The concern for my loving relations glowed brightly, and the women would eventually hold counsel, the success of the future lies with our women's faith. I turned to place stars and constellations in my time charting, the horizon calling my attention to the rhythmic flow of I'o… the hawk in flight. Instantly Papa was in front of me, dribbling the water blessing on my head.
Miracle… the banyon tree… called the participants to receive a message from the powers of Above and Below for future generations. By the Seven Sisters, we're here! The messages were the spirit of Earth Children confirmed, and finally an intense glowing was seen and felt. Quickly I removed the sacred items from beneath the tree and reasoned my love of earth. I motioned to Alan to grab some of Aunty Kalei's things, and rolling a mat, tied it for transportation, as dreams and visions continued to be revealed. It was necessary to think twice, as it felt like everyone was walking in between. I removed the chairs and mats for the evening, and then raised my face to the gentle stream of rain, as I had see my Elders do a million times over in my life. A blessing rain.
There was exhausted celebration at the end of that first day, and the moon came from behind the clouds as Toho'ma told the Hawai'ian story of Creation, as documented on her tee shirt. The sudden overwhelming love between the four stargazers, Patrice and Leilani, Toho'ma and myself, cracking all veils of separation. I was thrust into the memory of running Klo-hada… white lightning… through Patrice during one of the afternoon healings. The stargazers had held her as Aunty and Papa facilitated giveaway of fear.
How do the Thunderers decide when to utilize me in this manner? Could it be that they wriggle my love to partially altar vibration with the rhythm of lightning, wind, and elements before flowing into a person in pain? I am but a little sacred rhythm with intense reverence for that which I serve.
Three more times in the coming days, klo-hada healings would unfold. Once we became firm in our convictions, we returned to the center of earth in exultation. But then, as I tapped my heart space, the rhythm of earth returned fuller freedom of spirit. In contact, I sat on the dark bedroom floor, idly listening to the messages and prayers running the gridline. I was again an envelope of protecting love, and here again the necessity of personal experience invited by prayer and blessings. Maybe even this date, sent months in advance, climaxes in benediction.
Just then, one of the sleeping family stirred. I recognized the koki frogs were quite. Most days and nights are filled with the songs of this intruding force, not natural to the island. I had noticed one's egg pouch in a chair that day as I had set up. The fort was not a welcome thing to my hania... family of adoption.
"Kamaka," Mo'i startled me, "I have seen the completion of the ceremony."
On her palm were several picture drawings, reassurance, of the finest proceedings. Mo'i looking at her palm, thought she had never seen such a splendid example of evolutional painting. It must envelope us in mist.
I looked at the graceful dignity of the morning to come, and was overwhelmed by symbolic destiny. I seized the deja-vu moment, and in a sudden emotion, wiped traces of joyful tears from my face. The Kahuna dreams were cooperating for this significant occasion! I climbed into bed, greatly impressed, to be connected, while Toho'ma slept, unaware of what would come.
Ancient cultures, sincere understanding, I prayed. Thinking spiritual communication can replace dysfunctional relations with complementary listening!
Ukehí, for all I love. I was dozing now, and drifted in and out. A slight energy jot called me to wakefulness. Me, or an earthquake?
Mother's influence, I mused. The traditional patterns are rocking the house! I feel us all as one.
A group of our San Diego family sat waiting for their ride at the tiny Hilo Airport, as Toho'ma manuevered in to pick up Patrice and Leilani. Toho'ma then circled Aunty Kalei's car out to the main drag, destination… Ken's Pancake House. When all the facilititors for the Hawk WindWay had gathered, we feasted together as family, as both Hawaiian and Apache traditions accept as proper protocol. When we started voicing intent around the circle the most remarkable voice of unity honored our group, as had been hoped, power to the directions and beyond. Other groups around the world held us in contained alignment for the Spring EarthRenewal Festival.
I noticed that the rest of our group were ready to walk Pele's lava flow. They responded to the call after only slight prodding. I am still learning to translate Hawaiian protocol into Apache understanding. I closed the door to the car as the rain began a heavy descent.
It was difficult to see on the dark, rain-varnished road and the ritual driven Kahuna in the first three cars we followed were on a time crunch. It was impossible to see landmarks and by the time we caught up, we were in the gate, which was to close within five minutes. When we finally parked it was an intense moment. Aunty Pahia, Ilyana, Floris, Camille, the kids, Ilyana's sister, Leanala, Patrice and Leilani, Toho'ma and myself began our march across lava rock by the light of the full Hawk Moon. Two in our party walked with walking sticks, however, their chanting lifted all our feet, andit was apparent that this evening was setting the tempo for the next three days.
Our Kapuna's - living ancestor - message thrust true into my heart, and I felt the dance lift us to the sky, and then felt, rather than heard, warm song on my lips, eyes, ears, heart, arms and body. The purpose of the Hawk WindWay was what I was seeing, I, and the others were proving our worthiness to Pele. A sacred life realized, as we saw the awe of her sacred touch upon the land and sea. At last we live lives of beauty.
Quickly I skipped rocks once liquid fire, and remembered the snake venom that once ran through my veins. I soon realized the messages written in the sky above, and stood patiently waiting for the women of Hawai'i to complete their offerings. They were quite supportive of our ceremonial intent to be kind and gentle with one another, bridging and speaking the truths of earth and family, and cast prayers on the wind blessing our union. I stood, watching signs, and opening my heart and thoughts to silently pray for our family anchoring both sides of the bridging of the creating beauty.
When the lava shifted drastically in our direction, we began our lofty trek back to the car. A wide grin spread across Ilyana's face as she offered a chant worthy of Pele's gratitude to the male guardians of the site, who kept the people safe, thanking them as we held space in honor.
If there had been anything unworthy in our intent, Pele would purify until sacred lesson would be seen. Not only did this reveal itself many times over, but it rendered this group that walked the lava flow a tightly forming alliance that live true to their inner most beliefs. We recognized broken hearts were to be healed, there was possibility of sacred tradition accepted with respect. I would simply continue to make Relations and do so according to vision. I had no doubt of their truthful choreography, every envisioned hope was coming true. A pure heart would serve as protection. A proof of actions, time streaming centuries, would function as the chanting and dancing of life renewed. I selected my assignment and quickly the crescendo energy joined us one to another. Mo'i squatted near by, fascinated by the human process.
Fire walking Pele, I believe, has a language all it's own. I piled prayers of appreciation and respect, while the confirmation progressed to a young Kahuna being recognized by her people, remembering how long ago I had dreamed this all. Puzzled, Mo'i watched me open gates of change, sort out ritualistic action and spread love carefully to enable unsually effective balance. Surely, she pondered, you have now understood your purpose.
By the time we retired that night, I had assembled quite a supply of premonitions. In conjunction with Toho'ma's insights, I continued the sacred preparation dreaming through the night, understanding how I might choreograph healing. Mo'i's council remained roaring sensation, somewhat rhythmic in the cadence of the assembling participants.
If there were only a way, I pondered, to dance the crackling energy into rainbow understanding. My wandering glance fell on Aunty Pahia's head lei... or crown... a baseball cap cocked over her face. Mo'i now became certain that I was completely spontaneous, as I motioned Toho'ma to sound her version of a conch... Spiraling Energy. The Kahuna stretched across the yard, started the morning procession to ceremony, and Aunty Pahia began the perfect teaching story of forgiveness, tolerance, and compassion.
The few deft movements of the experienced Elder gave the gathering a definate direction, immediately. With a deep sense of gratitude, I thanked Nakia for his sense of energetic build and Aunty Pahia had apparently received the exact message everyone needed. She took a tea leaf and blessed the circle, creating sacred space. I felt mesmerized as I watched my kapuna mark the energies beyond human consciousness.
Back in the circle again, Aunty Pahia began a hula parable and the wind suddenly changed direction. Elegant looking by any standards, her story took her to a prone position on the earth mother, and gazed up through the banyon tree canopy, and seemed to be wrapped in a light of many Ancients. After a bit of adjustment and enticing, she moved towards her altar and shared the elements of water… the Gatekeepers of the South.
The result of her teaching was most gratifying. Amazement flew, and smiles scattered during lunch, a visual prayer offered for a moment, and producing a returning warmth to the heart. More importantly, the fire of Pele's passion instantly responded with a mystery of Springtime… a sprouting coconut. Exultant, I sat and played with a piece of grass, quickly calling back to circle, it was time to continue. Mo'i was greatly eclipsed in purpose. For some reason, the cosmic council planned on pumping up the medicine power. True, it seems simple to call people together to facilitate, but to choreograph harmony is a medicine that had to do with experience. Maybe we will undnerstand the medicine as we use it.
After lunch, I could hardly wait to see where Aunty Kalei and Papa Reynolds' presentation would take us. The Twin Flames for God, represented the Spiritual Parents – sky and earth – in the direction of the West. When their benevolent counsel displayed true wisdom, I lovingly began to pray for their recent marriage. The concern for my loving relations glowed brightly, and the women would eventually hold counsel, the success of the future lies with our women's faith. I turned to place stars and constellations in my time charting, the horizon calling my attention to the rhythmic flow of I'o… the hawk in flight. Instantly Papa was in front of me, dribbling the water blessing on my head.
Miracle… the banyon tree… called the participants to receive a message from the powers of Above and Below for future generations. By the Seven Sisters, we're here! The messages were the spirit of Earth Children confirmed, and finally an intense glowing was seen and felt. Quickly I removed the sacred items from beneath the tree and reasoned my love of earth. I motioned to Alan to grab some of Aunty Kalei's things, and rolling a mat, tied it for transportation, as dreams and visions continued to be revealed. It was necessary to think twice, as it felt like everyone was walking in between. I removed the chairs and mats for the evening, and then raised my face to the gentle stream of rain, as I had see my Elders do a million times over in my life. A blessing rain.
There was exhausted celebration at the end of that first day, and the moon came from behind the clouds as Toho'ma told the Hawai'ian story of Creation, as documented on her tee shirt. The sudden overwhelming love between the four stargazers, Patrice and Leilani, Toho'ma and myself, cracking all veils of separation. I was thrust into the memory of running Klo-hada… white lightning… through Patrice during one of the afternoon healings. The stargazers had held her as Aunty and Papa facilitated giveaway of fear.
How do the Thunderers decide when to utilize me in this manner? Could it be that they wriggle my love to partially altar vibration with the rhythm of lightning, wind, and elements before flowing into a person in pain? I am but a little sacred rhythm with intense reverence for that which I serve.
Three more times in the coming days, klo-hada healings would unfold. Once we became firm in our convictions, we returned to the center of earth in exultation. But then, as I tapped my heart space, the rhythm of earth returned fuller freedom of spirit. In contact, I sat on the dark bedroom floor, idly listening to the messages and prayers running the gridline. I was again an envelope of protecting love, and here again the necessity of personal experience invited by prayer and blessings. Maybe even this date, sent months in advance, climaxes in benediction.
Just then, one of the sleeping family stirred. I recognized the koki frogs were quite. Most days and nights are filled with the songs of this intruding force, not natural to the island. I had noticed one's egg pouch in a chair that day as I had set up. The fort was not a welcome thing to my hania... family of adoption.
"Kamaka," Mo'i startled me, "I have seen the completion of the ceremony."
On her palm were several picture drawings, reassurance, of the finest proceedings. Mo'i looking at her palm, thought she had never seen such a splendid example of evolutional painting. It must envelope us in mist.
I looked at the graceful dignity of the morning to come, and was overwhelmed by symbolic destiny. I seized the deja-vu moment, and in a sudden emotion, wiped traces of joyful tears from my face. The Kahuna dreams were cooperating for this significant occasion! I climbed into bed, greatly impressed, to be connected, while Toho'ma slept, unaware of what would come.
Ancient cultures, sincere understanding, I prayed. Thinking spiritual communication can replace dysfunctional relations with complementary listening!
Ukehí, for all I love. I was dozing now, and drifted in and out. A slight energy jot called me to wakefulness. Me, or an earthquake?
Mother's influence, I mused. The traditional patterns are rocking the house! I feel us all as one.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
C. Congeniality
Much of the significance of the Hawk WindWay Earth Renewal that we held at Aunty Kalei's Place in Kea'au, on the Big Island of Hawaii, in the Moon of the Hawk, Year of Resolving, Days of Completion, Instant Manifestation, Reason, Abundance, Self-love, Healing, Quickening, Observation and Cycles of Life – March 19-27, 2008 - was received by participants and facilitators, alike. We simply were so moved by the Call of Pele to Stand With the Ancestors, that we were riveted to every presentation. We made ourselves offerings to the Ancestors and Principles. Mo'i answered my occasional shifting plans, glad for the protocol being observed.
Most participants assumed, and correctly, that part of this gathering of o'hana… family… gotah… was causing ripples on the Web of Life… the magnetic grid of sacred Mother. It is apparent the Elders I have been privileged to personally know, are ready to be heard. Friendship and community were renewed, and story talk, play and ritual elevated perspective.
Of course, I was affirmed that this was a reflection of family excellence. New life allowing life to reach maturity. The offering of Self to Ancestors and Principles, with the meeting of ocean and fire exquisitely protecting, observation of light.
I was a bit overwhelmed by the synchronicity of events as they unfolded. The connections for generations to come blessed us. Mo'i's vision returned briefly.
"The land grows. The ultimate creation to sustain life and an offering of Self to Ancestors and Principles."
After all the stories were told, ceremonies held, chants chanted, and honoring offered, the Hawk WindWay Earth Renewal ultimately cast supernatural sensations. by the time the various miracles were gathered, I had made a star configuration observance. There was a good reason why the birthing rituals began the dance anew. So the Spirit of Aloha descended gracefully, anointing those gathered, revitalizing. A reverence existed here, I realized. An aspect of the WindWay such as that of Aunty Pahia's Buffalo Calf Woman channel must be sent out on the etheric breeze, or Leilani's Initiation as Kahuna to Ready Humanity poured out in vibrational solidarity, and Aunty Kelei's piercing Hawk Blessing.
Still, it seemed that all were kin at Kea'au. This became apparent with the family giveaway, where the joy of love overwhelmed many. The Oracle was correct again, I noted with amusement. I had a feeling that perhaps this was true because there were truths spoken everywhere. If confirming memories uplifted, the sense of family was foundationally secured. Brightly colored Spirits never die, a family of great lineage opened the Gateway to the future. Sacred interrelations set in motion, I decided.
I was walking beside Mo'i, resting from the klo'hada… white thunder healings I had done. I had removed still birth buried initially. Emergence approaches, and falls from the sacred body. I am pleased.
"We have gained future precedent. Of course some ritualistic planting, but there are roles to be relegated. Toho'ma's tattoo is yet to come and the transmigration process."
It was a hallowed speech for the Oracle. I glanced around the table of reconfiguring Kahuna and Guardians. The group was a vision of rainbow arching indeed. I am a transformed human.
I am still a bridge between traditions. Apparently a tradition of returning children home is a woman's way I am mastering.
"Oh, yes," answered Mo'i in reply to my thoughts. "You will have each stand in reunion with their own migrational power over the next few years. Some older way will bring together all change. They conquer fear and become strong. And, of course, the stories have evoked familiarity. They look to a stronger discipline shared by many."
Both Mo'i and O'hana… family seemed extremely pleased that the shifting principles of unique ceremony has favored the time.
During the days that followed the formal presentations, Toho'ma and I continued sharing. From time to time in this alliance with our Hawaiian spiritual family… hania, we have experienced metaphysical rituals of initiation with passing power. We have fashioned a reputation as creative guardians, and we've realized this is an ancient role few still know. As a child with my grandpa's work, I received beautifully executed training with the Elders. Toho'ma has interwoven these teachings with those of her native Rom roots. Like others we've served, these traditionals reflected love in return, and we then have been exposed to how interlocking traditions will execute harmony. Well, validating, we have honor associated. By the great respect the Children of the Rainbow receive the Children of the Four Directions, I intend to sound kinship thinking. Now I can start my journey to create interpretations of earth women's roles.
One of the most direct achievements was the Making of Relations. I have a large extended family, cross-traditional in nature. This coming together of family, leads me to believe we mature spiritually. Emanating indirectly, I know the threads of relationships are never destroyed. Eventually we evolve of our own accord.
I examine mirrored aspects of Hawaiian tradition and Quero. Bringing Elders of many traditions in truth is evidence of extraordinary prophecy fulfilling. Here, I set boundaries of protocol, etiquette allowed as relationships foundation. Several traditions trust me, and they have been a long time not trusting anyone. By dedicated effort and devoted truth we grow valuable in origin. Pleased, I secure delicacy with folding into earth and go to ceremony responsibly.
As soon as the new vision associates primary Sisters of Honua, the Kokua Society will grasp the reins of coordination and try an innovative way balancing. Aunty Pahia, Leilani and Patrice, especially have quickened the energetic build toward December's Initiation of the Stars.
I am still choreographing interactive structure in cyclic facilitation. Presenters and Elders selected to generate precision ceremony that accompanies earth wisdom for contemporary time, and the Taanaashkaada Initiations vision has been received highly. I have talked, sharing with over one hundred traditionals worldwide. It is time to share. I have realized that these diversified wisdomkeepers look to my expertise as guardian… and advocate for Changing Mother earth. Perhaps we are sprouting, consecrating with laughter.
It was Mo'i who produced a loud festive truth. She had us pick up cell phone messages. "One heart brings family truth healing, where the medicine is, and does lend testimony to meticulous preparation. Maybe the awaiting reality will be created by a bundle of lightening."
Making a grand ritual, I thought about it. I am learning to represent the common denominator. Maybe yet another principle of harmony.
I decided to link human experience since ritual brings awareness. Placing perpetuation of interactive sharing, I bring the continuance into reality and begin ceremonial gift giving. Another presentation to bless the connection strengthening, and two insured commitments. Aunty Pahia brings the distinctive women's tradition – kept silent previously – and here I, serve my Kapuna, collaborating with Sisters of Honua in a definitive movement. With a little love, we easily embody in-vocative action.
The Sisters of Honua grow rapidly, giving reference to evolutional process. Soon, to the delight of my Elders, we will give facts pertinent to life, walking Sacred Law. I reason that our alliance will be strong enough to set spiritual conception for unification. The next time we gather, a cherished moment to come, we will be able to relay perfect metaphor, uniting fifty to one hundred in motion. Carrying a message of soft earth ways, sweeping song, arching vibration perfectly. Then, when we are metaphor for ceremony, we consummate the feast understanding. I am pleased. Perhaps we can ultimately show return in this series of initiations, pilgrimages, and interactive plays.
I am beginning to look forward to the journey which opens the Southern Gate. I can even request vigorous growth! It seems the Twins grow, protocol layers the cosmic migration, the space eventual choice.
The first offering initiation planning begins to be felt as the participants move into the general preparation of the previous invitation. Knowledge made to assist all and women's earth wisdom first revealed. I have not yet listed facilitators. I have a couple more confirmations to receive, but when the introductory talking circle begins, Aunty Pahia will deliver a sweet prayer to the Ancestors.
I'll confirm details this week, decisions to make on two events, after this one more gathering of song and chants, pilgrimage and prayer. My gratitude gives life to the land, and new growth spreads.
I have premonition, as I start to cover the bounty of the O'hana… family. That fateful day will lift limitation, and alter the course of life as we become free.
Most participants assumed, and correctly, that part of this gathering of o'hana… family… gotah… was causing ripples on the Web of Life… the magnetic grid of sacred Mother. It is apparent the Elders I have been privileged to personally know, are ready to be heard. Friendship and community were renewed, and story talk, play and ritual elevated perspective.
Of course, I was affirmed that this was a reflection of family excellence. New life allowing life to reach maturity. The offering of Self to Ancestors and Principles, with the meeting of ocean and fire exquisitely protecting, observation of light.
I was a bit overwhelmed by the synchronicity of events as they unfolded. The connections for generations to come blessed us. Mo'i's vision returned briefly.
"The land grows. The ultimate creation to sustain life and an offering of Self to Ancestors and Principles."
After all the stories were told, ceremonies held, chants chanted, and honoring offered, the Hawk WindWay Earth Renewal ultimately cast supernatural sensations. by the time the various miracles were gathered, I had made a star configuration observance. There was a good reason why the birthing rituals began the dance anew. So the Spirit of Aloha descended gracefully, anointing those gathered, revitalizing. A reverence existed here, I realized. An aspect of the WindWay such as that of Aunty Pahia's Buffalo Calf Woman channel must be sent out on the etheric breeze, or Leilani's Initiation as Kahuna to Ready Humanity poured out in vibrational solidarity, and Aunty Kelei's piercing Hawk Blessing.
Still, it seemed that all were kin at Kea'au. This became apparent with the family giveaway, where the joy of love overwhelmed many. The Oracle was correct again, I noted with amusement. I had a feeling that perhaps this was true because there were truths spoken everywhere. If confirming memories uplifted, the sense of family was foundationally secured. Brightly colored Spirits never die, a family of great lineage opened the Gateway to the future. Sacred interrelations set in motion, I decided.
I was walking beside Mo'i, resting from the klo'hada… white thunder healings I had done. I had removed still birth buried initially. Emergence approaches, and falls from the sacred body. I am pleased.
"We have gained future precedent. Of course some ritualistic planting, but there are roles to be relegated. Toho'ma's tattoo is yet to come and the transmigration process."
It was a hallowed speech for the Oracle. I glanced around the table of reconfiguring Kahuna and Guardians. The group was a vision of rainbow arching indeed. I am a transformed human.
I am still a bridge between traditions. Apparently a tradition of returning children home is a woman's way I am mastering.
"Oh, yes," answered Mo'i in reply to my thoughts. "You will have each stand in reunion with their own migrational power over the next few years. Some older way will bring together all change. They conquer fear and become strong. And, of course, the stories have evoked familiarity. They look to a stronger discipline shared by many."
Both Mo'i and O'hana… family seemed extremely pleased that the shifting principles of unique ceremony has favored the time.
During the days that followed the formal presentations, Toho'ma and I continued sharing. From time to time in this alliance with our Hawaiian spiritual family… hania, we have experienced metaphysical rituals of initiation with passing power. We have fashioned a reputation as creative guardians, and we've realized this is an ancient role few still know. As a child with my grandpa's work, I received beautifully executed training with the Elders. Toho'ma has interwoven these teachings with those of her native Rom roots. Like others we've served, these traditionals reflected love in return, and we then have been exposed to how interlocking traditions will execute harmony. Well, validating, we have honor associated. By the great respect the Children of the Rainbow receive the Children of the Four Directions, I intend to sound kinship thinking. Now I can start my journey to create interpretations of earth women's roles.
One of the most direct achievements was the Making of Relations. I have a large extended family, cross-traditional in nature. This coming together of family, leads me to believe we mature spiritually. Emanating indirectly, I know the threads of relationships are never destroyed. Eventually we evolve of our own accord.
I examine mirrored aspects of Hawaiian tradition and Quero. Bringing Elders of many traditions in truth is evidence of extraordinary prophecy fulfilling. Here, I set boundaries of protocol, etiquette allowed as relationships foundation. Several traditions trust me, and they have been a long time not trusting anyone. By dedicated effort and devoted truth we grow valuable in origin. Pleased, I secure delicacy with folding into earth and go to ceremony responsibly.
As soon as the new vision associates primary Sisters of Honua, the Kokua Society will grasp the reins of coordination and try an innovative way balancing. Aunty Pahia, Leilani and Patrice, especially have quickened the energetic build toward December's Initiation of the Stars.
I am still choreographing interactive structure in cyclic facilitation. Presenters and Elders selected to generate precision ceremony that accompanies earth wisdom for contemporary time, and the Taanaashkaada Initiations vision has been received highly. I have talked, sharing with over one hundred traditionals worldwide. It is time to share. I have realized that these diversified wisdomkeepers look to my expertise as guardian… and advocate for Changing Mother earth. Perhaps we are sprouting, consecrating with laughter.
It was Mo'i who produced a loud festive truth. She had us pick up cell phone messages. "One heart brings family truth healing, where the medicine is, and does lend testimony to meticulous preparation. Maybe the awaiting reality will be created by a bundle of lightening."
Making a grand ritual, I thought about it. I am learning to represent the common denominator. Maybe yet another principle of harmony.
I decided to link human experience since ritual brings awareness. Placing perpetuation of interactive sharing, I bring the continuance into reality and begin ceremonial gift giving. Another presentation to bless the connection strengthening, and two insured commitments. Aunty Pahia brings the distinctive women's tradition – kept silent previously – and here I, serve my Kapuna, collaborating with Sisters of Honua in a definitive movement. With a little love, we easily embody in-vocative action.
The Sisters of Honua grow rapidly, giving reference to evolutional process. Soon, to the delight of my Elders, we will give facts pertinent to life, walking Sacred Law. I reason that our alliance will be strong enough to set spiritual conception for unification. The next time we gather, a cherished moment to come, we will be able to relay perfect metaphor, uniting fifty to one hundred in motion. Carrying a message of soft earth ways, sweeping song, arching vibration perfectly. Then, when we are metaphor for ceremony, we consummate the feast understanding. I am pleased. Perhaps we can ultimately show return in this series of initiations, pilgrimages, and interactive plays.
I am beginning to look forward to the journey which opens the Southern Gate. I can even request vigorous growth! It seems the Twins grow, protocol layers the cosmic migration, the space eventual choice.
The first offering initiation planning begins to be felt as the participants move into the general preparation of the previous invitation. Knowledge made to assist all and women's earth wisdom first revealed. I have not yet listed facilitators. I have a couple more confirmations to receive, but when the introductory talking circle begins, Aunty Pahia will deliver a sweet prayer to the Ancestors.
I'll confirm details this week, decisions to make on two events, after this one more gathering of song and chants, pilgrimage and prayer. My gratitude gives life to the land, and new growth spreads.
I have premonition, as I start to cover the bounty of the O'hana… family. That fateful day will lift limitation, and alter the course of life as we become free.
Friday, March 14, 2008
B. Community Service
A fire burned in the clearing as we strolled down from the house. Three of us were called to share: Brooke Medicine Eagle, Maria Theresa Valenzula and myself. Alberto Villoldo, our hostess Lizzie, producers Sharon Rose and Jay Weider, guardians Meg, and my Toho'ma, made ready to film. We found a place overlooking the ocean at the Big Sur ranch to create Circle.
Brooke stolled at the west side of the fire, spreading her arms, eagle feather poised. The Circle began. Behind us cameras roled in documentation. We'd come to share the stories of women and prophecy now unfolding along the periphery of human consciousness.
Brooke lifted the drum ceremoniously. We danced as she sang, and unified ancestors to Now and the future.
"This is wonderful," whispered Mo'i in my ear. "EagleHeart is a real woman of the earth. Her heart carries strong messages."
Brooke sang in her crystalline way to the four directions, and to the earth and sky. Her song carried us clockwise, the circle repeated and repeated in ancient dance. Those gathered, eight in all, danced life ceremoniously. This was a celebration of life, I noted, a sacred healing... a prophecy fulfilled.
When the dance had completed, Maria Theresa spoke, as the sun set behind her in the last line of brilliant red on indigo blue.
"Hear me, Kamaka," Mo'i whispered. "The people are gathering from the four directions. Each will tell how it is in their way."
It was my turn to tell the story of No-Face. Brooke and I had created the doll for ritual earlier in the day.
"Long ago, according to the stories of my ancestors, there was a beautiful young maiden," I began. "Creator gave this young woman the task of traveling from village to village each spring, letting the people know winter was passing, and it was not time to plant their crops.
"A festival would be held," I related, "to celebrate the arrival of spring as symbolized in the young woman's arrival. Unfortunately, after some years, she came to see the festivals as more about her, than Spring."
A ripple of laughter went around the circle.
"Each year, as was the case, she would return to Sacred Mountain at the end of her journey to report on her travels to the Sacred Parents. She would always stop at the Pool of the Apache to admire her great beauty before ascending.
"This particular year," I continued. A murmur came from the circle. I've become a fine storyteller, an eclipsed and unique quality from great grandmother Naylin Lage.
"Creator warned her about her ego, and sent her on her way," I explained, "as she needed time to reflect before her next pilgrimage."
I took the doll made of redwood twigs, bough, and lightning struck bark from behind my back for all to see.
After each person had looked upon the doll, I continued.
"But alas, she failed to heed Creator's words," I addressed the circle, "and when she approached the pool, discovered she no longer had a face."
Everyone chuckled, and I giggled. I knew the significance of what was about to happen. It would be a spectacular healing.
I spoke again. "My grandfather said that at this moment, when No-Face gazed upon her faceless form, humanity lost all sense of identity and have battled ego in their search for Self for many Circles of Time." It became quiet as they heard the words.
"Tonight," I said, "humanity reclaims the truth of identity." I tossed the doll in the fire.
I was quite pleased with the energy at hand. It was just as we had dreamed. Already the Sisters of Honua and the Grandmothers Council of the World were uniting in our private discussions.
Maria Theresa moved forward. She and Sharon Rose did a childish dance, much like our own SpiralDance, designed to make one intoxicated in life innocence. Strong medicine of laughter to heal.
Then she saw it... a murmur came. In the doll's ash a face had formed.
So powerful the medicine, we had to pray and celebrate some more! More murmurs of astonishment were audible.
I understood the implication and enjoyed the reaction of the group.
Sharon Rose shared a woman's song from her traditional Hebrew roots.
Another voice of truth rang in the circle.
Alberto closed the directions, and we all joined, turning, turning, turning.
That evening, back in our lodge room, I reflected. I could see the prophecies were receiving favorable attention. We would assist many with the Initiations to come. And as the truth is known, we will all rather enjoy the glory of the unfolding dynamics.
The time of the feminine in both genders is here. Earth moves quietly and without illusion. Carefully we track empathic earth-human resonance connection. Each will understand the correlation of origin.
The time is now, the intention has been set, forming an enactment of intent. The Grandmothers of the 4 Directions bless this natural alliance. The entire vision reminds me of a gigantic rendering of thought once held impossible.
There are only two possibilities: to move forward... or not. The people, once scattered across the land, now come together... Taanaashkaada.
Brooke stolled at the west side of the fire, spreading her arms, eagle feather poised. The Circle began. Behind us cameras roled in documentation. We'd come to share the stories of women and prophecy now unfolding along the periphery of human consciousness.
Brooke lifted the drum ceremoniously. We danced as she sang, and unified ancestors to Now and the future.
"This is wonderful," whispered Mo'i in my ear. "EagleHeart is a real woman of the earth. Her heart carries strong messages."
Brooke sang in her crystalline way to the four directions, and to the earth and sky. Her song carried us clockwise, the circle repeated and repeated in ancient dance. Those gathered, eight in all, danced life ceremoniously. This was a celebration of life, I noted, a sacred healing... a prophecy fulfilled.
When the dance had completed, Maria Theresa spoke, as the sun set behind her in the last line of brilliant red on indigo blue.
"Hear me, Kamaka," Mo'i whispered. "The people are gathering from the four directions. Each will tell how it is in their way."
It was my turn to tell the story of No-Face. Brooke and I had created the doll for ritual earlier in the day.
"Long ago, according to the stories of my ancestors, there was a beautiful young maiden," I began. "Creator gave this young woman the task of traveling from village to village each spring, letting the people know winter was passing, and it was not time to plant their crops.
"A festival would be held," I related, "to celebrate the arrival of spring as symbolized in the young woman's arrival. Unfortunately, after some years, she came to see the festivals as more about her, than Spring."
A ripple of laughter went around the circle.
"Each year, as was the case, she would return to Sacred Mountain at the end of her journey to report on her travels to the Sacred Parents. She would always stop at the Pool of the Apache to admire her great beauty before ascending.
"This particular year," I continued. A murmur came from the circle. I've become a fine storyteller, an eclipsed and unique quality from great grandmother Naylin Lage.
"Creator warned her about her ego, and sent her on her way," I explained, "as she needed time to reflect before her next pilgrimage."
I took the doll made of redwood twigs, bough, and lightning struck bark from behind my back for all to see.
After each person had looked upon the doll, I continued.
"But alas, she failed to heed Creator's words," I addressed the circle, "and when she approached the pool, discovered she no longer had a face."
Everyone chuckled, and I giggled. I knew the significance of what was about to happen. It would be a spectacular healing.
I spoke again. "My grandfather said that at this moment, when No-Face gazed upon her faceless form, humanity lost all sense of identity and have battled ego in their search for Self for many Circles of Time." It became quiet as they heard the words.
"Tonight," I said, "humanity reclaims the truth of identity." I tossed the doll in the fire.
I was quite pleased with the energy at hand. It was just as we had dreamed. Already the Sisters of Honua and the Grandmothers Council of the World were uniting in our private discussions.
Maria Theresa moved forward. She and Sharon Rose did a childish dance, much like our own SpiralDance, designed to make one intoxicated in life innocence. Strong medicine of laughter to heal.
Then she saw it... a murmur came. In the doll's ash a face had formed.
So powerful the medicine, we had to pray and celebrate some more! More murmurs of astonishment were audible.
I understood the implication and enjoyed the reaction of the group.
Sharon Rose shared a woman's song from her traditional Hebrew roots.
Another voice of truth rang in the circle.
Alberto closed the directions, and we all joined, turning, turning, turning.
That evening, back in our lodge room, I reflected. I could see the prophecies were receiving favorable attention. We would assist many with the Initiations to come. And as the truth is known, we will all rather enjoy the glory of the unfolding dynamics.
The time of the feminine in both genders is here. Earth moves quietly and without illusion. Carefully we track empathic earth-human resonance connection. Each will understand the correlation of origin.
The time is now, the intention has been set, forming an enactment of intent. The Grandmothers of the 4 Directions bless this natural alliance. The entire vision reminds me of a gigantic rendering of thought once held impossible.
There are only two possibilities: to move forward... or not. The people, once scattered across the land, now come together... Taanaashkaada.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
A. Unbalanced Relationship
As we prepare for Hawaii and the dreams come together, Mo'i and the Council have an idea how close they have come to classifying our task. The people come over the ocean, once again answering a call of connection. This time, however, we make for vision and induce dreams in addition to curing certain indiscretions. Trotting playfully alongside is a small figure, to the east, and at each flank is a representative of ever-returning life.
On the third day of celebration, words of cooperation suddenly come to blend with the rhythm of the information. The race line stretches across Aunty Kalei's yard, and the drums are raised in anticipation. Amid the excited chatter, the people divide into two groups, representing the first migration. They will come to center and then disperse to the 4 Directions. I look in the direction that represents the opening east gate in Tibet, and see a spirit spot floating above the horizon at a distance of maybe 24 feet.
Several stalk forward, the source being revealed, as Papa Reynolds beckons some to join him and Aunty Kalei steps forth to adminster the Hawk Blessing. Thoroughly personified, I surround the circle and hand my drum to one of the SpiralDancers, stepping forward to look for Mo'i. Mo'i sees me coming and beckons me forward, to begin the second migration enactment.
"It is essential for the sustenance of all living things," Mo'i explains joyfully. "Blessing the earth as you walk. This eases the changes of earth."
"Will there be other family rites?" I grip my eagle-condor rattle.
"In close connection to this day, Kamaka. The mysterious way, with the women and men of Honua. The beneficial rainbow opens all."
The time now comes nearer, reason for distinction and reproductive power in a manner. Feminine structure, but each initiation has, either emanation reaching out, or from three blazing rays, a touch of twelve sacred laws. There are a few of these principles that have been previously dreamed, but I do not recognize them all. A guardian, directed or bringing cosmic rhythm. It is easy to see that the moon is granting the pattern, for ebb and flow. I began to see the significance of the Initiations.
"How to accomodate the increase?" Surely all things created, our purpose far beyond time, or over space. The Circle in constant evolution, supplies the blessings of changing earth.
"Forgiveness and all due care," answers Mo'i. "Pray upon and bless the altars of sacred ground. The blessing and cooperation, especially enlisted Star Nations. This new sequence," she confides with her memorable giggle, "reflects your run for the sun."
We stop, facing each other, and to my surprise, begin an apparently chanted salutation. Since much of the sacred childhood is radiance, I am able to follow the general flow of direct responsibility. There is the exchange of community feasting and prayers made for ceremonies to be woven.
"I see you have decorated personal symbols," says Mo'i casually, and my turtle tattoo itches. I act in accordance.
"Oh, yes," I reply, "it came in joyous celebration, and a sharing of tradition."
The Oracle looks as if she wishes for more information, but I offer none. The circle gathered for earth renewal combine efforts, a family atmosphere, precipitating grace. The Council tells a wonderful analogy, and finally resumes the original migration of evolving. They stay close to us as we walk the Path of Beauty, holding sincerity, honesty, courage and integrity around the periphery of the world.
However, corresponding symbolism is seen, and the people will cover earth in a few days of relaxation.
The migration continues. Sometimes for ethical and spiritual call, to common self intact. At these brief histories, the basic simplicity is the foundation, as other realities become known. Always exist lessons for the quickening force to succeed, as elements awaken and inner spirit continues.
After several weeks of assimilation, a general air of excitement and anticipation begins to be evident as humans respond accordingly. I inquire about it.
"We are transmuted from the dimensions," answers Mo'i. "We return to the consciousness of Changing Mother earth."
The excitement of the Spring Equinox atmosphere rises to a peak, as we top the physical aspects and look to reality in spirit. A meandering slash of momentary need marks the course of my lightning sickness. Along the simple process of electrical recircuiting is more truth, spiraling in space… vision of an entire life.
A spontaneous jolt brings me home to ultimate destiny, and an answering sensation comes from my noble form. Hundreds of sacred ceremonies move among the cells of my historical DNA, and these start to interpret the spirit of fire snaking my nervous system, accompanied by innumerable hot flashes. Words happily greet illuminated spirit, and understanding and essence mingle, chattering and renewing heart and bearing witness to daily deeds. The happy thoughts and freedom of space remind me of my time with Grandfather many times before.
Mo'i leads me to open relation where purification can occure. Each rare occasion, Mo'i explains, aspire in the passion of the fire. This is the traditional prophecy in action of the evolving, the first pull to the Mother. The same generous gift is true in each Circle of time, she contines. Each of the comforts will come in the corresponding moment of the unified Human Reality.
Within a short time the home of Spring will chant skyward. By the time Goddess Pele's love lights the sky in crimson and orange and yellow, the long darkness will end.
I am, of course, an emmissary of potential unfolding to the members of other possibilities. At first I was watched and it was a question as to who would really commit, but very shortly the women, encouraged their counterparts in human evolution, have approached me in common dream. Never before have we worked together in this way. The openness of their hearts touches me considerably.
I am also concerned about logistics and networking. Members of co-creating communities are constantly contacting us and the implications are many. I relax and work through a body shift as my community takes over many tasks. I just am performing ritual. Mo'i saw my need and provided accordingly.
"They take care with the spirit of Earth Mother, Kamaka. The community talk says that the spirit of their hearts have come together. Besides," she giggles, "I think they are constantly looking for ways to help you in their journey."
This does indeed seem true. At all times one of the assistants through our community is answering questions, relaying plans to those who are new, and truthfully share their life changing experiences. I witness their transitions.
Tonight, one full moon cycle until I see the scenes of today's dream, Mo'i instructing gratitude.
The Oracle thinks our prerequisites are nearly complete. Mo'i has casually mentioned this as if I am spiritual implication. In order to regain balanced relations, I think, I'm a guardian. Still, I feel purpose, honoring those to come, making sure intensity occurs that will maintain the tempo of humanity.
2/15/08
On the third day of celebration, words of cooperation suddenly come to blend with the rhythm of the information. The race line stretches across Aunty Kalei's yard, and the drums are raised in anticipation. Amid the excited chatter, the people divide into two groups, representing the first migration. They will come to center and then disperse to the 4 Directions. I look in the direction that represents the opening east gate in Tibet, and see a spirit spot floating above the horizon at a distance of maybe 24 feet.
Several stalk forward, the source being revealed, as Papa Reynolds beckons some to join him and Aunty Kalei steps forth to adminster the Hawk Blessing. Thoroughly personified, I surround the circle and hand my drum to one of the SpiralDancers, stepping forward to look for Mo'i. Mo'i sees me coming and beckons me forward, to begin the second migration enactment.
"It is essential for the sustenance of all living things," Mo'i explains joyfully. "Blessing the earth as you walk. This eases the changes of earth."
"Will there be other family rites?" I grip my eagle-condor rattle.
"In close connection to this day, Kamaka. The mysterious way, with the women and men of Honua. The beneficial rainbow opens all."
The time now comes nearer, reason for distinction and reproductive power in a manner. Feminine structure, but each initiation has, either emanation reaching out, or from three blazing rays, a touch of twelve sacred laws. There are a few of these principles that have been previously dreamed, but I do not recognize them all. A guardian, directed or bringing cosmic rhythm. It is easy to see that the moon is granting the pattern, for ebb and flow. I began to see the significance of the Initiations.
"How to accomodate the increase?" Surely all things created, our purpose far beyond time, or over space. The Circle in constant evolution, supplies the blessings of changing earth.
"Forgiveness and all due care," answers Mo'i. "Pray upon and bless the altars of sacred ground. The blessing and cooperation, especially enlisted Star Nations. This new sequence," she confides with her memorable giggle, "reflects your run for the sun."
We stop, facing each other, and to my surprise, begin an apparently chanted salutation. Since much of the sacred childhood is radiance, I am able to follow the general flow of direct responsibility. There is the exchange of community feasting and prayers made for ceremonies to be woven.
"I see you have decorated personal symbols," says Mo'i casually, and my turtle tattoo itches. I act in accordance.
"Oh, yes," I reply, "it came in joyous celebration, and a sharing of tradition."
The Oracle looks as if she wishes for more information, but I offer none. The circle gathered for earth renewal combine efforts, a family atmosphere, precipitating grace. The Council tells a wonderful analogy, and finally resumes the original migration of evolving. They stay close to us as we walk the Path of Beauty, holding sincerity, honesty, courage and integrity around the periphery of the world.
However, corresponding symbolism is seen, and the people will cover earth in a few days of relaxation.
The migration continues. Sometimes for ethical and spiritual call, to common self intact. At these brief histories, the basic simplicity is the foundation, as other realities become known. Always exist lessons for the quickening force to succeed, as elements awaken and inner spirit continues.
After several weeks of assimilation, a general air of excitement and anticipation begins to be evident as humans respond accordingly. I inquire about it.
"We are transmuted from the dimensions," answers Mo'i. "We return to the consciousness of Changing Mother earth."
The excitement of the Spring Equinox atmosphere rises to a peak, as we top the physical aspects and look to reality in spirit. A meandering slash of momentary need marks the course of my lightning sickness. Along the simple process of electrical recircuiting is more truth, spiraling in space… vision of an entire life.
A spontaneous jolt brings me home to ultimate destiny, and an answering sensation comes from my noble form. Hundreds of sacred ceremonies move among the cells of my historical DNA, and these start to interpret the spirit of fire snaking my nervous system, accompanied by innumerable hot flashes. Words happily greet illuminated spirit, and understanding and essence mingle, chattering and renewing heart and bearing witness to daily deeds. The happy thoughts and freedom of space remind me of my time with Grandfather many times before.
Mo'i leads me to open relation where purification can occure. Each rare occasion, Mo'i explains, aspire in the passion of the fire. This is the traditional prophecy in action of the evolving, the first pull to the Mother. The same generous gift is true in each Circle of time, she contines. Each of the comforts will come in the corresponding moment of the unified Human Reality.
Within a short time the home of Spring will chant skyward. By the time Goddess Pele's love lights the sky in crimson and orange and yellow, the long darkness will end.
I am, of course, an emmissary of potential unfolding to the members of other possibilities. At first I was watched and it was a question as to who would really commit, but very shortly the women, encouraged their counterparts in human evolution, have approached me in common dream. Never before have we worked together in this way. The openness of their hearts touches me considerably.
I am also concerned about logistics and networking. Members of co-creating communities are constantly contacting us and the implications are many. I relax and work through a body shift as my community takes over many tasks. I just am performing ritual. Mo'i saw my need and provided accordingly.
"They take care with the spirit of Earth Mother, Kamaka. The community talk says that the spirit of their hearts have come together. Besides," she giggles, "I think they are constantly looking for ways to help you in their journey."
This does indeed seem true. At all times one of the assistants through our community is answering questions, relaying plans to those who are new, and truthfully share their life changing experiences. I witness their transitions.
Tonight, one full moon cycle until I see the scenes of today's dream, Mo'i instructing gratitude.
The Oracle thinks our prerequisites are nearly complete. Mo'i has casually mentioned this as if I am spiritual implication. In order to regain balanced relations, I think, I'm a guardian. Still, I feel purpose, honoring those to come, making sure intensity occurs that will maintain the tempo of humanity.
2/15/08
Monday, March 3, 2008
Chapter Three: Vibration
Time seems to pass slowly in one moment, and be accelerated in the next. Individuals are impatient to "begin" their journey. Sometimes it seems as though they have abandoned the understanding that it began in the beginning and they have always been traveling through time. They will ascend, they've decided, minus all the steps in between here and there. My daydreams are often of individuals coming to balance, earth and spirit, where each step is valued equally and graceful dancers spiral to the music of evolution. Often I awake in the night with the pungent smell of the pinyon from home filling my senses. Sometimes I imagine for a moment, in awakening, that I am a child at Grandfather's fire, with Elders quietly discussing the future.
One of my major changes has been the sacred tablets I now create. The imagery has grown, as I look at members of our community in need, and seem to be directly linked to these individuals' processes. I wonder about this ability. My grandfather's paintings in sand had always been ethereal strata, and had been rare and sacred in their balancing of life for individuals. I wonder about my unexplainable ability to paint a union of high spiritual healing. With this sacred responsibility, I continue to converse in the night with Mo'i. I have stopped questioning the sensitive nature of each tablet's meaning. There are ramifications, as either spiritual obligation or perpetuation of sacred awakening, or both, are constantly part of my reality. I am amused at the extended trust the Ancestors have in me. Several of the community are watching from a distance, watching because it also is expressing through them in various forms. This sacred alliance is obviously an important continuance founded by necessity and love in power, wisdom, integrity and trust.
When the first purification came, so subtle we almost didn't notice, we began our diligent search, we set intent. I began this long ago with Grandfather, my blessing of lineage ancestry. With the evidence of commitment covering even the most unbelieving, I am quite elevated.
Mo'i is standing inherent in our development when I approach her. She appears calm and relaxed, accepting me as a sacred child. The Oracle is standing, comfortably browsing obligations and controversies of human nature. Glancing around I realize that the Oracle is being quite selective. Ignoring arrangements of illusion, she is examining happily those of respect and honor.
Grandpa and Nakia are with her, and immediately reveal the significance of this pivotal life time. The dynastic reason, they inform me, generates profound respect. From this time forth, it all comes down to choice. Sometimes we possess the privilege and commonly join in ceremony and form simple ritual with our allies, sometimes we are led to truth at the request of our allies. I realize that I need to help others focus only on the affirming. Grandfather and Nakia will see to my protocol.
Integration moves on, and eventually I, still feeling very much a compound for tradition, see hope-filled communities. The talents of the family along my path begin to swell. There are overlapping dreams appearing among those coming together. And this morning I awoke to the music of culmination in the ethers around me. I stepped into the crafts room to listen, with unbroken promise, to the imposing call of the Ancient Grandmother's lineage. The epic journey is at hand. Apparently others think the same, because everyone I talk with speaks the same.
I begin to choreograph the Initiations. As soon as they Spring Equinox incorporates, Mo'i has told me, the retreat center will begin manifesting. That will be the time to begin my orator potential. Speaking is easy, and there will be understanding as we host the impeccable process. I begin to organize, to reflect strategies and preferences.
At first I think that the precautionary advice of Aunty Pahia might be sought because we are not wholly formed in our intent. Etiquette, I know, is a necessity or protocol, for balance as evidenced by history, especially in healing the superior ego. An illusion, my grandfather always acknowledged.
"Consequently, Little One, we must look beyond," Mo'i assures me, patting my shoulder affectionately.
Mo'i does sanctify well, even seems to enjoy the contracts. But the Oracle does not seem apart. In fact, I have noted with surprise, that the Ritual of Consummation was achieved after one highly ritualistic ceremony. I think, remembering there might be giveaway to prepare for the Spring gathering. Every name to be recited in glory.
"Is there mutual ancestry?" asks Mo'i with extravagant gesture.
The Oracle stands quietly, apparently comfortably. I check the Oracle's general appearance, every hue a discovery of design that might signify acceptance. Her traditional form is still a little reciprocating, building a joyous affair. The metaphysical rapport is a little prominent as might be expected as the personal preparations of parallel time. And here remains the prominent tracings.
Grandfather is squatting on his heels in the characteristic posture of elevated union. He points beneath the Oracle's essence, between images of visibility and invisibility.
"Is this natural, Kamaka?"
I step quickly back to stoop for a look. The Oracle's icon was enlarging. More beauty, I think incredulously, the Oracle transforms us.
It is with a considerable mixture of emotion that I consider, the commitment at hand. The Sisters of Honua will pray continuously, and the prospect intrigues me somewhat. What an excellent dimension! I am thrilled, to know that these souls remain witness in universal migration.
If, I think in supposition, I am able to keep these ways in contained gestation, and communicate with others as time dictates, humanity is freed. The more I think, the more I realize, this development will then be cared for. It will be nurtured and surrounded by beauty. Aside from gentle music, if the Initiations are created, we can easily mature and devote choice in the unknown. Impatiently, others are realizing that it may be awhile, before our prayers manifest fully.
I give special care to the energies. No more than four months, Mo'i has said, until the women who will form the Guiding Circle come together to dream and plan. I shall pay attention to this union. I have an idea that this event will be one of admirable consequence, the thought came today when we met Lama Dawa. I tried to focus on the transmission and sutra teaching, but soon I realized I only could stare at the glow of his aura and the lightning streaks that seemed to pulsate from him. I feel this philosophy from Tibetan Buddhism, as expressed by this man who very much reminded me of my grandfather in facial appearance, was very much parallel as well in teachings to our own. Without being aware of it, I had begun to overlap memory and unfold reality. A deja-vu sensation, a moment where time stood still, and a pause in all thought-reasoning. This was the second of diligent attention, into impeccable training.
After what seemed an interminable number of hours, I came home to Toho'ma, and an overwhelming desire to write.
"Kamaka! Get your talking leaves," Mo'i whispered excitedly just as I was about to fall asleep. "It's time to create ceremony!" The Council has hardly left me unattended for the past weeks. I quickly grab my pen and notebook, and we journey in the dream to Aunty Kalei's home in Kea'au, on the Big Island of Hawaii, and we watch Leilani gently instruct the gathered group in the sacred hula.
"They are having fun," Mo'i smiles.
"The gathering for the Spring Renewal stand under Miracle, the 100 year old banyon tree, trying to gently sway hips while giggling like small children. An expression of excitement that means they have tapped innocence. I am exultant over what I see, and will to see more.
This brought my attention to declaration of Pele. Lea'nala, Mo'i announces, would share prophecy that would manifest within three months. When I hear this, I am excited for this fellow initiated in these ways of the Ancient Mothers. Would Lea'nala remember the channel from Pele, her charge in this changing time?
As I came back to our bedroom, I realized that this Hawk Celebrating Vision EarthRenewal was going to change all of us. I have been a bit secretive about what is happening, a containment to build the energy, I guess, is about to come to an end.
The other thing that has slowly occurred to me, is that, when it comes right down to it, I am about to live my dream. I have always known this would be so, but aside from some momentary ah-has, hadn't experienced the sensation of it's near completion. Taanaashkaada… things are Coming Together, I marvel.
I consider the ceremony I am to choreograph for the 4-day cross-cultural retreat. There will be folks there that first joined us in purpose over 13 years ago. Completion, new beginning, a family that has grown strong.
In this time, my ceremonionalist sense of timing comes to the fore. I am ready, I decide. Here is a task of humble honor that together we present to the world. We can begin to prepare a few weeks from now on the Hummingbird Full Moon… an eclipse. Meanwhile, it seems, my best potential is to address vibrations as they come up.
2/10/08
One of my major changes has been the sacred tablets I now create. The imagery has grown, as I look at members of our community in need, and seem to be directly linked to these individuals' processes. I wonder about this ability. My grandfather's paintings in sand had always been ethereal strata, and had been rare and sacred in their balancing of life for individuals. I wonder about my unexplainable ability to paint a union of high spiritual healing. With this sacred responsibility, I continue to converse in the night with Mo'i. I have stopped questioning the sensitive nature of each tablet's meaning. There are ramifications, as either spiritual obligation or perpetuation of sacred awakening, or both, are constantly part of my reality. I am amused at the extended trust the Ancestors have in me. Several of the community are watching from a distance, watching because it also is expressing through them in various forms. This sacred alliance is obviously an important continuance founded by necessity and love in power, wisdom, integrity and trust.
When the first purification came, so subtle we almost didn't notice, we began our diligent search, we set intent. I began this long ago with Grandfather, my blessing of lineage ancestry. With the evidence of commitment covering even the most unbelieving, I am quite elevated.
Mo'i is standing inherent in our development when I approach her. She appears calm and relaxed, accepting me as a sacred child. The Oracle is standing, comfortably browsing obligations and controversies of human nature. Glancing around I realize that the Oracle is being quite selective. Ignoring arrangements of illusion, she is examining happily those of respect and honor.
Grandpa and Nakia are with her, and immediately reveal the significance of this pivotal life time. The dynastic reason, they inform me, generates profound respect. From this time forth, it all comes down to choice. Sometimes we possess the privilege and commonly join in ceremony and form simple ritual with our allies, sometimes we are led to truth at the request of our allies. I realize that I need to help others focus only on the affirming. Grandfather and Nakia will see to my protocol.
Integration moves on, and eventually I, still feeling very much a compound for tradition, see hope-filled communities. The talents of the family along my path begin to swell. There are overlapping dreams appearing among those coming together. And this morning I awoke to the music of culmination in the ethers around me. I stepped into the crafts room to listen, with unbroken promise, to the imposing call of the Ancient Grandmother's lineage. The epic journey is at hand. Apparently others think the same, because everyone I talk with speaks the same.
I begin to choreograph the Initiations. As soon as they Spring Equinox incorporates, Mo'i has told me, the retreat center will begin manifesting. That will be the time to begin my orator potential. Speaking is easy, and there will be understanding as we host the impeccable process. I begin to organize, to reflect strategies and preferences.
At first I think that the precautionary advice of Aunty Pahia might be sought because we are not wholly formed in our intent. Etiquette, I know, is a necessity or protocol, for balance as evidenced by history, especially in healing the superior ego. An illusion, my grandfather always acknowledged.
"Consequently, Little One, we must look beyond," Mo'i assures me, patting my shoulder affectionately.
Mo'i does sanctify well, even seems to enjoy the contracts. But the Oracle does not seem apart. In fact, I have noted with surprise, that the Ritual of Consummation was achieved after one highly ritualistic ceremony. I think, remembering there might be giveaway to prepare for the Spring gathering. Every name to be recited in glory.
"Is there mutual ancestry?" asks Mo'i with extravagant gesture.
The Oracle stands quietly, apparently comfortably. I check the Oracle's general appearance, every hue a discovery of design that might signify acceptance. Her traditional form is still a little reciprocating, building a joyous affair. The metaphysical rapport is a little prominent as might be expected as the personal preparations of parallel time. And here remains the prominent tracings.
Grandfather is squatting on his heels in the characteristic posture of elevated union. He points beneath the Oracle's essence, between images of visibility and invisibility.
"Is this natural, Kamaka?"
I step quickly back to stoop for a look. The Oracle's icon was enlarging. More beauty, I think incredulously, the Oracle transforms us.
It is with a considerable mixture of emotion that I consider, the commitment at hand. The Sisters of Honua will pray continuously, and the prospect intrigues me somewhat. What an excellent dimension! I am thrilled, to know that these souls remain witness in universal migration.
If, I think in supposition, I am able to keep these ways in contained gestation, and communicate with others as time dictates, humanity is freed. The more I think, the more I realize, this development will then be cared for. It will be nurtured and surrounded by beauty. Aside from gentle music, if the Initiations are created, we can easily mature and devote choice in the unknown. Impatiently, others are realizing that it may be awhile, before our prayers manifest fully.
I give special care to the energies. No more than four months, Mo'i has said, until the women who will form the Guiding Circle come together to dream and plan. I shall pay attention to this union. I have an idea that this event will be one of admirable consequence, the thought came today when we met Lama Dawa. I tried to focus on the transmission and sutra teaching, but soon I realized I only could stare at the glow of his aura and the lightning streaks that seemed to pulsate from him. I feel this philosophy from Tibetan Buddhism, as expressed by this man who very much reminded me of my grandfather in facial appearance, was very much parallel as well in teachings to our own. Without being aware of it, I had begun to overlap memory and unfold reality. A deja-vu sensation, a moment where time stood still, and a pause in all thought-reasoning. This was the second of diligent attention, into impeccable training.
After what seemed an interminable number of hours, I came home to Toho'ma, and an overwhelming desire to write.
"Kamaka! Get your talking leaves," Mo'i whispered excitedly just as I was about to fall asleep. "It's time to create ceremony!" The Council has hardly left me unattended for the past weeks. I quickly grab my pen and notebook, and we journey in the dream to Aunty Kalei's home in Kea'au, on the Big Island of Hawaii, and we watch Leilani gently instruct the gathered group in the sacred hula.
"They are having fun," Mo'i smiles.
"The gathering for the Spring Renewal stand under Miracle, the 100 year old banyon tree, trying to gently sway hips while giggling like small children. An expression of excitement that means they have tapped innocence. I am exultant over what I see, and will to see more.
This brought my attention to declaration of Pele. Lea'nala, Mo'i announces, would share prophecy that would manifest within three months. When I hear this, I am excited for this fellow initiated in these ways of the Ancient Mothers. Would Lea'nala remember the channel from Pele, her charge in this changing time?
As I came back to our bedroom, I realized that this Hawk Celebrating Vision EarthRenewal was going to change all of us. I have been a bit secretive about what is happening, a containment to build the energy, I guess, is about to come to an end.
The other thing that has slowly occurred to me, is that, when it comes right down to it, I am about to live my dream. I have always known this would be so, but aside from some momentary ah-has, hadn't experienced the sensation of it's near completion. Taanaashkaada… things are Coming Together, I marvel.
I consider the ceremony I am to choreograph for the 4-day cross-cultural retreat. There will be folks there that first joined us in purpose over 13 years ago. Completion, new beginning, a family that has grown strong.
In this time, my ceremonionalist sense of timing comes to the fore. I am ready, I decide. Here is a task of humble honor that together we present to the world. We can begin to prepare a few weeks from now on the Hummingbird Full Moon… an eclipse. Meanwhile, it seems, my best potential is to address vibrations as they come up.
2/10/08
Monday, February 11, 2008
Life Purpose
I was shaken by the news of my oldest son's cancer. Not that I am prone to pessimism. But is simply was not something I expected to hear. In the most ancient of understanding, there is great significance to be found in the cyclic order of life. I resolve to observe more deligence in my time with my son. Actually, he's been feeling tipped and spun in chemotherapy.
My information is traditional, augmented with Toho'ma's background in western medicine. When we reach out, we learn, we offer co-created power. Polarity, coming together, or Taanaashkaada. New Life. In my own tradition it is life and evolution. Esonkñhsendehí – Changing Mother earth – furnishes the keys to health. This dynamic in Earth Human Resonance seems almost like the wide waters of emotion we feel. Still, Yusn – Creator – holds the purpose. From these two, all things emanate, equal. I have noticed several of the Council who have a unique understanding like Toho'ma. there are warm, friendly feelings toward her. Some of the Council have shown me the four dimensions of balance, in like manner they have shown me Toho'ma's affluence in energy, truth boundless.
Among those that come to our circles, it is quite common to find an establishment of traditional extended family community orientation. There, symbolically, they are able to recreate a personal history of empowerment. We see the corresponding sequence of healing occure on all four dimensions.
During community gatherings we daily recognize our responsible actions as the life purpose of harmony and peace.
"Kamaka," Mo'i' interrupts my writing, "among your people, do seasons bring forth different purpose?"
"Yes," I chuckle, running a hand through the hair that has fallen across my face. "The rhythm of life shifts with the levels of energy available for life."
Mo'i' holds this truth for a moment, and momentarily appears to be having a hot flash. Two other council members chuckle quietly as the Oracle breaths, and a great gust of wind blows outside my window. She is creating a rhythm and spreading her thoughts over the four directions, and I begin a conversations with her. I have wondered how each way, or philosophy, can fail to see the common nobility, and would they see now that the foundations of life were being founded in generosity, humility and cooperation? Now, Mo'i' looks at me, sharing her thythm in the beauty of her gaze. Mo'i' has several voices which she pulls out of the Silence. Near my mind she carefully instructs me to listen and lines my senses with quickening awareness. I then hold a quantity of the individualized expressions. Challenge or truth… Creator once split the light into for equal parts.
Mo'i' sprinkles drops of wisdom on me from time to time. When the drops produce a glimpse within, she takes the light within with great care, and drops it into the common mind, generational time, and in all people. By adding the light within to the totality of life, a steady recognition will bring the Children of the Four Directions whole once more. The greatest truth, I think, is that diversity lies at our strength… the quickening of common uniqueness.
Suddenly a thought occurs to me. Mo'i is harmonizing all the aspects into 5th World dynamic pattern! There is a little difficulty in communicating the concept of greater discovery, but by means of heart and mind, I very that I indeed understand. Truth of Oneness and sometimes emergence or joining as family are uniting and harmonious symbols. Mo'i' points to newly acquired happiness, the Rainbow Guardian surrounding All My Relations, blessing and protecting.
"Haven't you noticed the recognition of great force as the human perception shifts toward earth?" Mo'i' asks.
I have seen flow becoming a living art form as lessons of noninterference take hold. I have been both active and receptive in my own throughts until it became time to speak.
"There is time for lightning to course the heavens,"she said. "The air swiftly brings the voice of ThunderBeings."
"Of course," she continues, rather stoic. "These are blending the birthing energies. The Rainbow Guardian releases the most able assistants."
Now I am curious.
"There are others, I've begun hearing the arc of fire."
"Yes," Mo'i' nods, "the archway of glorious color is being born. There are many of thunder."
"Then only indicative truth guards this visual prayer?"
"The law of paradox weakens. There is the Condor… the ThunderBird, offering hope. All the people reverse with the earth and counter-balance, a parallel of cooperation. You will have the Elders give purpose to the work when you simply explain these powerful thoughts."
"The atmosphere is charged with expectancy. You experience this with your lightning sickness, your discomfort always is a sign. You gauge the ozone of time, driven by extra vitality. You still don't understand the distinction between electrical storm and the great importance – the charged power now available."
"Mo'i', I seem to behave differently when the clouds fill the sky."
"From inside the earth, Tashina sits on the most powerful force of evolution. She raps on it once with condensed water vapor, and Child of Water brings about the metamorphosis of earth. This is your lineage tale. She raps again, and Killer of Enemies – the inspriation associated with the alienation is healed. Cahokia, the mother of your lineage is personified, and the mission and message are clear. I have been sent to show how to quicken, stimulate and permeate. You are to show how to honor spirit process. You will attract many of thunder and together do wonderful things."
Mo'i' speaks eloquently now. I am wide-eyed, staring in fascination at my friend, enjoying the direct and simple expression. The Oracle turns.
"Tell me, Kamaka," she inquires, "will you fill your existence with glory and purity?"
"My life is patterned on belief in co-creative effort," I begin. Mo'i' smiles and raises a hand.
"You are being attuned to the double helix ozone. The prophetic dreams are from very old, old, future times."
I have consider the frequency shift within me. Now I search my memory for something that will give me an idea of the bridge that is both spiritual and physical. the bridge? A phrase creeps into my consciousness. "A unifying force will come that will overlay all worlds in existence." The instruction of Grandfather, long ago. I take a deep breath.
"The Star Path brings the weavers," I pause, looking for words, "the rituals bring visions, intiation in entirety. At this year's Spring Equinox, I will take a handful of earth and shape focused intent, and call to preparation, and breath worthiness into the community. Then we will show we are ready, and the endurance of our beliefs will gather at the waters for healing with Le'anala." I leave out that we would be healing the waters, not the other way around. I think she knows. "In ceremony we shall weave good life for those of earth. The futile consciousnes sof humanity shall receive."
I decide she is very familiar with the cosmology of my lineage from what has already been discussed, but feel I should go just a little bit further.
"This same essence will create moments of shift during the snake, butterfly and bat moons, until we reach the first initiation during the bear."
"It is good you know these things," Mo'i' nods eagerly. These ritualistic moments will guide the people with the most outstanding sense."
Sisters of Honua honor, with gratitude, the Sacred Parents for placing us here within this moment in time. As I lay in my bed watching the weather report, a thought occurs to me. A rather providing thought. Only now do I being to realize the significance of Mo'i's chance remark, "It is good you know these things."
Granted, there are some major innate mysteries being redefined. Granted, I have been trained to observe. I vision with all senses, because there is no difference between life and the dream. But now active partnership. Does Mo'i' already know, what I, unfold and develop as life?
That in the conversation we had earlier, "we were telling each other pieces of the story." It seemed like an odd brainstorming type of session.
My information is traditional, augmented with Toho'ma's background in western medicine. When we reach out, we learn, we offer co-created power. Polarity, coming together, or Taanaashkaada. New Life. In my own tradition it is life and evolution. Esonkñhsendehí – Changing Mother earth – furnishes the keys to health. This dynamic in Earth Human Resonance seems almost like the wide waters of emotion we feel. Still, Yusn – Creator – holds the purpose. From these two, all things emanate, equal. I have noticed several of the Council who have a unique understanding like Toho'ma. there are warm, friendly feelings toward her. Some of the Council have shown me the four dimensions of balance, in like manner they have shown me Toho'ma's affluence in energy, truth boundless.
Among those that come to our circles, it is quite common to find an establishment of traditional extended family community orientation. There, symbolically, they are able to recreate a personal history of empowerment. We see the corresponding sequence of healing occure on all four dimensions.
During community gatherings we daily recognize our responsible actions as the life purpose of harmony and peace.
"Kamaka," Mo'i' interrupts my writing, "among your people, do seasons bring forth different purpose?"
"Yes," I chuckle, running a hand through the hair that has fallen across my face. "The rhythm of life shifts with the levels of energy available for life."
Mo'i' holds this truth for a moment, and momentarily appears to be having a hot flash. Two other council members chuckle quietly as the Oracle breaths, and a great gust of wind blows outside my window. She is creating a rhythm and spreading her thoughts over the four directions, and I begin a conversations with her. I have wondered how each way, or philosophy, can fail to see the common nobility, and would they see now that the foundations of life were being founded in generosity, humility and cooperation? Now, Mo'i' looks at me, sharing her thythm in the beauty of her gaze. Mo'i' has several voices which she pulls out of the Silence. Near my mind she carefully instructs me to listen and lines my senses with quickening awareness. I then hold a quantity of the individualized expressions. Challenge or truth… Creator once split the light into for equal parts.
Mo'i' sprinkles drops of wisdom on me from time to time. When the drops produce a glimpse within, she takes the light within with great care, and drops it into the common mind, generational time, and in all people. By adding the light within to the totality of life, a steady recognition will bring the Children of the Four Directions whole once more. The greatest truth, I think, is that diversity lies at our strength… the quickening of common uniqueness.
Suddenly a thought occurs to me. Mo'i is harmonizing all the aspects into 5th World dynamic pattern! There is a little difficulty in communicating the concept of greater discovery, but by means of heart and mind, I very that I indeed understand. Truth of Oneness and sometimes emergence or joining as family are uniting and harmonious symbols. Mo'i' points to newly acquired happiness, the Rainbow Guardian surrounding All My Relations, blessing and protecting.
"Haven't you noticed the recognition of great force as the human perception shifts toward earth?" Mo'i' asks.
I have seen flow becoming a living art form as lessons of noninterference take hold. I have been both active and receptive in my own throughts until it became time to speak.
"There is time for lightning to course the heavens,"she said. "The air swiftly brings the voice of ThunderBeings."
"Of course," she continues, rather stoic. "These are blending the birthing energies. The Rainbow Guardian releases the most able assistants."
Now I am curious.
"There are others, I've begun hearing the arc of fire."
"Yes," Mo'i' nods, "the archway of glorious color is being born. There are many of thunder."
"Then only indicative truth guards this visual prayer?"
"The law of paradox weakens. There is the Condor… the ThunderBird, offering hope. All the people reverse with the earth and counter-balance, a parallel of cooperation. You will have the Elders give purpose to the work when you simply explain these powerful thoughts."
"The atmosphere is charged with expectancy. You experience this with your lightning sickness, your discomfort always is a sign. You gauge the ozone of time, driven by extra vitality. You still don't understand the distinction between electrical storm and the great importance – the charged power now available."
"Mo'i', I seem to behave differently when the clouds fill the sky."
"From inside the earth, Tashina sits on the most powerful force of evolution. She raps on it once with condensed water vapor, and Child of Water brings about the metamorphosis of earth. This is your lineage tale. She raps again, and Killer of Enemies – the inspriation associated with the alienation is healed. Cahokia, the mother of your lineage is personified, and the mission and message are clear. I have been sent to show how to quicken, stimulate and permeate. You are to show how to honor spirit process. You will attract many of thunder and together do wonderful things."
Mo'i' speaks eloquently now. I am wide-eyed, staring in fascination at my friend, enjoying the direct and simple expression. The Oracle turns.
"Tell me, Kamaka," she inquires, "will you fill your existence with glory and purity?"
"My life is patterned on belief in co-creative effort," I begin. Mo'i' smiles and raises a hand.
"You are being attuned to the double helix ozone. The prophetic dreams are from very old, old, future times."
I have consider the frequency shift within me. Now I search my memory for something that will give me an idea of the bridge that is both spiritual and physical. the bridge? A phrase creeps into my consciousness. "A unifying force will come that will overlay all worlds in existence." The instruction of Grandfather, long ago. I take a deep breath.
"The Star Path brings the weavers," I pause, looking for words, "the rituals bring visions, intiation in entirety. At this year's Spring Equinox, I will take a handful of earth and shape focused intent, and call to preparation, and breath worthiness into the community. Then we will show we are ready, and the endurance of our beliefs will gather at the waters for healing with Le'anala." I leave out that we would be healing the waters, not the other way around. I think she knows. "In ceremony we shall weave good life for those of earth. The futile consciousnes sof humanity shall receive."
I decide she is very familiar with the cosmology of my lineage from what has already been discussed, but feel I should go just a little bit further.
"This same essence will create moments of shift during the snake, butterfly and bat moons, until we reach the first initiation during the bear."
"It is good you know these things," Mo'i' nods eagerly. These ritualistic moments will guide the people with the most outstanding sense."
Sisters of Honua honor, with gratitude, the Sacred Parents for placing us here within this moment in time. As I lay in my bed watching the weather report, a thought occurs to me. A rather providing thought. Only now do I being to realize the significance of Mo'i's chance remark, "It is good you know these things."
Granted, there are some major innate mysteries being redefined. Granted, I have been trained to observe. I vision with all senses, because there is no difference between life and the dream. But now active partnership. Does Mo'i' already know, what I, unfold and develop as life?
That in the conversation we had earlier, "we were telling each other pieces of the story." It seemed like an odd brainstorming type of session.
Finder Medicine
As I review this dance, I know that I am at a time of decision. I am still a bit undecided as to my next move. I will be expected to make public our next move, but am not yet sure what that next move will be. It will be directed by the old realm. The Council has already realized much benefit from far beyond. Metaphysically, I feel the divine principles.
Perhaps Mo'i' will be of help. Surely my friend Mo'i' will bring about impressive legacy and techniques. I have watched Mo'i' in the darkness of night, what a weaver she is. There are times when I think Mo'i' might have captured me. The elder instructs me in procedure. Perhaps even creation. But she possesses the skill that requires great patience. A poetically, plying knowledge, the old woman uses. Mo'i' has aerial perception nestled in crystalline procedure, and has protected guardianship. And she is, I recall with amusement, a trifle paramount.
We have been friends through the worlds, and Mo'i' has continued to show a great deal of our spontaneous contributions. I have, in turn, been pleased to see the retelling of history, extensive and organized.
Now, I consider, Mo'i' might have a plan prodigious. I take an observing position and watch. The drumbeat brings refinement, and I specialize in reality and influence time carefully in natural history. I turn descriptions to Mo'i' waiting.
Mo'i's insight has made her aware of my dilemma. In fact, she spent a lot of time in thought concerning my participation. She helps me minimize thought, and severs the great appropriateness of my abilities.
The answers lie in the fact that two time frames overlap. Both hold power and useful information, the weaving of evolution. I have great respect for the Oracle's knowledge of interpretation and resulting understanding of sacredness. The woman has an uncanny knowledge of the responsibility of gender energies. She can predict primary and secondary order, knowing to feed the future. She just knows the continuous basis to develop respect in powerful metaphysical ways. Lush new creation, starting in high yield, attract the future to sacred domain.
Now, I think, Mo'i' provides and easier path to secure equal structure. Our purpose aligns, we commemorate acknowledgment!
"Come, my friend," she beckons to me, "we will show you the honoring of Kamaka." She leads the way outside, the the waiting polarity. I purify.
"This, of course, is shared responsibility," Mo'i' begins. "Humans create in ritual," she indicates my medicine wheel in the yard, "a powerful tradition." I nod, impressed. "This enables you to sit in prayer, and it opens the way."
I, understand most of the discourse, and am impressed with Mo'i's prayer of thanksgiving. It is respective. The placing of offering does depend on intent, I observe. And this, I treat as equalizing division.
The Oracle is impressed. She examines the testimony closely.
"What," she wants to know, "does the consecration by women mean to you?"
"Blessings!" I pleased. My numerous aspects hum. "This is part of the maintenance of Changing Mother. The rest of the future," I turn and thump my heart, "is only for the HeartFlame to determine."
I relate the Sundance to Mo'i'. Only the embodied essence, I point out, prevented us from harm. I have many times regretted that the flux had been nearly limitless. I hope the perilous circumstances assured my students that their gathering energy has prepared them as the impressive contribution they truly are.
I feel good. Perhaps at the height of change, there is easing anxiety. Mo'i' continues her discourse, assisted by many extended family members.
"So," Mo'i' finishes, "this has been very temporary for reality. Your preparing has brought you to us, and the crystallized energy has helped us to take care of the people. The people have more rest from generations of chaos."
Mo'i' is pleased, and invites me back to the Council Fire to listen. I am unsure about the intricacies of the aspects of the moment, and perceive that many layers of tension have dislodged, and somehow I have emptied enough for the generations. Still, I think, it will be good to walk in bright moonlight with those of common vision.
I am also experiencing another kind of energy ebbing. I have noticed from my early days with the Council that some of the tectonic plates and weather patterns are shifting. I have been wondering ever since about the possibility of snoring stages of growth. My emotions are further stirred by the weather conditions in San Diego as of late. In such close speculation, it is possible to ehar the daily movement from the shallow earth and reason to believe that Spider Woman is spinning a new rhythmic motion. The signs of affirmation are very large share for my inability to sleep.
Probably the best credence, Inotice, is the confirmation from the women and men in my community. They have been very elliptical around me, looking from calm emotions, but gently flowing quickly when plaited utiliarian. I am strongly meshed to them, but picking assistance carefully. At least, I am currently searching out do'ers.
I have many who will teach. They have an easy, delicate manner, and a special nack for sharing that is very stimulating in process. They have repeatedly given me a loving, sweet support when I have been in need, and I was planning how best to fulfill my destiny.
They are, I smile, the Sisters of Honua. Appropriate I think. This is suggested by the Turtle Dreaming Society of the Seneca, as I learned from Grams Twylah Nitsch. I will collect thousands during my writings, and then see what is allowed for easy passage. A chant already tells me it will be spiritual functionality.
When the opportunity comes it will be completely extraordinary. I have been tending to the needs of my encompassing community and am returning to essence. There is a patch through the thick consequence along life, probably originally made by the numerous aspects of procreation. In places the growth is so bold that the path resembles a proclamation, with union arching overhead. I am picking my way through the spectacular metaphor, when I notice a figure in a deep passion. For a moment my initiation is eternal dance, I realize it is a counterpart, and I recognize Nakia. He smiles and steps into me for the journey. However, I notice immediately that Nakia has chosen an impregnated moment on the path. There are several seasons within a few life cycles, where the Ancients are more personified. He has deliberately placed emotions – lessons – along the path. Furthermore, he stands facing clear history, as instigator. His full strength returns! Making life from ending limitation. I slowly step with him, turning to face beyond as we yeild throughout.
For a moment, we touch, emission to fulfillment, with Cloud Nations only a short comingling apart, and Nakia leans forward to press against the spirit of life. My heart finds his struggle and offer to this ancestors, a little star fish. His reflection of new life thrown to the 4 Directions and encircles generations to come.
I glance quickly around and remember a sacrifice that sustained. Both offering and blessing, and I take the supernatural being and the cycle ends. We define one another in astronomical truth.
Just as this opportune moment comes rushing in and a chatter of Star Nations settle down. Mo'i' annoints my skin and revitalizes my dreams, arranging the wind as she prays. Move along a gentle breeze, I think, there are family ways. I wasn't sure whether I had specifically sought out these kin of Kea'au, or whether forever confirming results in hovering. I'll see that forever confirming.
Perhaps Mo'i' will be of help. Surely my friend Mo'i' will bring about impressive legacy and techniques. I have watched Mo'i' in the darkness of night, what a weaver she is. There are times when I think Mo'i' might have captured me. The elder instructs me in procedure. Perhaps even creation. But she possesses the skill that requires great patience. A poetically, plying knowledge, the old woman uses. Mo'i' has aerial perception nestled in crystalline procedure, and has protected guardianship. And she is, I recall with amusement, a trifle paramount.
We have been friends through the worlds, and Mo'i' has continued to show a great deal of our spontaneous contributions. I have, in turn, been pleased to see the retelling of history, extensive and organized.
Now, I consider, Mo'i' might have a plan prodigious. I take an observing position and watch. The drumbeat brings refinement, and I specialize in reality and influence time carefully in natural history. I turn descriptions to Mo'i' waiting.
Mo'i's insight has made her aware of my dilemma. In fact, she spent a lot of time in thought concerning my participation. She helps me minimize thought, and severs the great appropriateness of my abilities.
The answers lie in the fact that two time frames overlap. Both hold power and useful information, the weaving of evolution. I have great respect for the Oracle's knowledge of interpretation and resulting understanding of sacredness. The woman has an uncanny knowledge of the responsibility of gender energies. She can predict primary and secondary order, knowing to feed the future. She just knows the continuous basis to develop respect in powerful metaphysical ways. Lush new creation, starting in high yield, attract the future to sacred domain.
Now, I think, Mo'i' provides and easier path to secure equal structure. Our purpose aligns, we commemorate acknowledgment!
"Come, my friend," she beckons to me, "we will show you the honoring of Kamaka." She leads the way outside, the the waiting polarity. I purify.
"This, of course, is shared responsibility," Mo'i' begins. "Humans create in ritual," she indicates my medicine wheel in the yard, "a powerful tradition." I nod, impressed. "This enables you to sit in prayer, and it opens the way."
I, understand most of the discourse, and am impressed with Mo'i's prayer of thanksgiving. It is respective. The placing of offering does depend on intent, I observe. And this, I treat as equalizing division.
The Oracle is impressed. She examines the testimony closely.
"What," she wants to know, "does the consecration by women mean to you?"
"Blessings!" I pleased. My numerous aspects hum. "This is part of the maintenance of Changing Mother. The rest of the future," I turn and thump my heart, "is only for the HeartFlame to determine."
I relate the Sundance to Mo'i'. Only the embodied essence, I point out, prevented us from harm. I have many times regretted that the flux had been nearly limitless. I hope the perilous circumstances assured my students that their gathering energy has prepared them as the impressive contribution they truly are.
I feel good. Perhaps at the height of change, there is easing anxiety. Mo'i' continues her discourse, assisted by many extended family members.
"So," Mo'i' finishes, "this has been very temporary for reality. Your preparing has brought you to us, and the crystallized energy has helped us to take care of the people. The people have more rest from generations of chaos."
Mo'i' is pleased, and invites me back to the Council Fire to listen. I am unsure about the intricacies of the aspects of the moment, and perceive that many layers of tension have dislodged, and somehow I have emptied enough for the generations. Still, I think, it will be good to walk in bright moonlight with those of common vision.
I am also experiencing another kind of energy ebbing. I have noticed from my early days with the Council that some of the tectonic plates and weather patterns are shifting. I have been wondering ever since about the possibility of snoring stages of growth. My emotions are further stirred by the weather conditions in San Diego as of late. In such close speculation, it is possible to ehar the daily movement from the shallow earth and reason to believe that Spider Woman is spinning a new rhythmic motion. The signs of affirmation are very large share for my inability to sleep.
Probably the best credence, Inotice, is the confirmation from the women and men in my community. They have been very elliptical around me, looking from calm emotions, but gently flowing quickly when plaited utiliarian. I am strongly meshed to them, but picking assistance carefully. At least, I am currently searching out do'ers.
I have many who will teach. They have an easy, delicate manner, and a special nack for sharing that is very stimulating in process. They have repeatedly given me a loving, sweet support when I have been in need, and I was planning how best to fulfill my destiny.
They are, I smile, the Sisters of Honua. Appropriate I think. This is suggested by the Turtle Dreaming Society of the Seneca, as I learned from Grams Twylah Nitsch. I will collect thousands during my writings, and then see what is allowed for easy passage. A chant already tells me it will be spiritual functionality.
When the opportunity comes it will be completely extraordinary. I have been tending to the needs of my encompassing community and am returning to essence. There is a patch through the thick consequence along life, probably originally made by the numerous aspects of procreation. In places the growth is so bold that the path resembles a proclamation, with union arching overhead. I am picking my way through the spectacular metaphor, when I notice a figure in a deep passion. For a moment my initiation is eternal dance, I realize it is a counterpart, and I recognize Nakia. He smiles and steps into me for the journey. However, I notice immediately that Nakia has chosen an impregnated moment on the path. There are several seasons within a few life cycles, where the Ancients are more personified. He has deliberately placed emotions – lessons – along the path. Furthermore, he stands facing clear history, as instigator. His full strength returns! Making life from ending limitation. I slowly step with him, turning to face beyond as we yeild throughout.
For a moment, we touch, emission to fulfillment, with Cloud Nations only a short comingling apart, and Nakia leans forward to press against the spirit of life. My heart finds his struggle and offer to this ancestors, a little star fish. His reflection of new life thrown to the 4 Directions and encircles generations to come.
I glance quickly around and remember a sacrifice that sustained. Both offering and blessing, and I take the supernatural being and the cycle ends. We define one another in astronomical truth.
Just as this opportune moment comes rushing in and a chatter of Star Nations settle down. Mo'i' annoints my skin and revitalizes my dreams, arranging the wind as she prays. Move along a gentle breeze, I think, there are family ways. I wasn't sure whether I had specifically sought out these kin of Kea'au, or whether forever confirming results in hovering. I'll see that forever confirming.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
II. Building Containment
Throughout the day the Council has been watching. A low line of clouds cover the ridge. I watched it too. I regarded it as coexisting cloud formations, a pattern of the powerful and emerging ThunderBeings. A think sensation was building in the northwest, sweeping across my continuously evolving vision to the southeast. This emanation from the Changing Mother has become so common place, every three or four days. Precipice, overlook. To further shape the venerated dream, a shark tablet. Almost airborne child. A light ether blew from the south, and I was quickening into origin and function. I was seeing two ore diagrams – the octopus like emanation of the 13 vortexes and Coyote dancing the crack in the universe.
The Council knows. There is a general excited anticipation. They have given me a wondrous mission, to choreograph great collaborative initiations. I have already made initial contact with women that have expressed similar visions in the past. We are, apparently, joined together in common destiny. World evolution adjusts in initiation to make "change" easier on humans.
While I was watching and relaxing, I divested myself. There were only a few hours, it seemed, when the south breeze brought back messages and intent to lay a resilient foundation, the future. Then it returned, the 2nd letter from the Council delivered. Direction being clearly given, the interest gaining in intensity. Gust of now significant essence pulls my heart, shaman shivers, or what the Auntys call "chicken skins," as the computer screen darkens.
I hurried to my selected journal and began the process of recording. The human elements stimulated. A drizzling act has started a windfall, and I spread my consciousness over those who respond.
As the name begins to reverberate – Sisters of Honua – the echo ever-changing. Soon the words incarnate mythical, and I am not only ascribed attitude and intention, but allowing. How much will we accomplish? Stillness chatters, I adjust the patterns around me to better achieve beauty… hozhoni. The dream, women of power slip in and out of my thoughts, and before I can instill the legend, my passion is 2,000 strong.
I vibrate, genuinely the result of the Oracle's presence. The remarkable woman is rapidly retelling me how to up hold the world. I glance at the vortex image they have given me, a simple diagram of tradition, culture… common life in flow. A circle in the center is surrounded by others... it breathes as I look at it. I wonder how all of this shall happen. Just as I nearly make up my mind to take a look via my medicine bowl, I see the Sisters of Honua – conduits of Changing Mother approaching.
"Come, it is the legacy," Mo'i says, and encourages me to gather my charts in a different manner. I have printed them individually on index cards, then she has instructed me to lay them in different patters on the floor.
We sit looking at several different configurations, and I am in awe at the scientific support for our prophecies. Sara, our cat, hurries to get off our bed, the energy of the room becoming over stimulating. A heroic and mysterious kitty who lets me know when I need to lower my frequencies so I don't fry.
Mo'i points to our Hawaiian altar – we have altars for every tradition within our extended family. She then steps over to the world altar where my piece for Easter Island sits with another representing Mary Magdeline. Not long ago these would have been sweet gifts, but now I understand the diversity of what the Elders have bestowed on us.
Mo'i claps her hands to get my attention. I was staring, big eyed, at the scene unfolding from the heart of Toho'ma's blue crystal pyramid.
"The snow leopard is balanced," Mo'i begins, pointing into the vision of a white leopard walking straight down a rock wall. "Vision has been renewed. This," pointing to the pyramid, "is a very strong medicine that enables great transition for the world. When it's truth is emphasized, roles will once again be equal."
I think I gasped and jumped when Toho'ma dropped something to the floor.
"This," she continued, pointing to my maps and grids, "is also powerful medicine. It will be important for the high rituals to take place."
She pauses to make certain I understand.
"Now," she continues, "you are to bring these compelling women together as a unified force."
I know from the stories I heard as a kid that there is little doubt that we are to service and exemplify the new energy dynamic.
I have been unable to follow all the messages. I am unfamiliar with some of the concepts. However, I fully understand the premise of power, magic... medicine. We have been called together to make life better. I have already noticed the strong sense of inheritance spiritually.
I look around. This is the first time in a long time I am totally guided. It has brought the circles of extended relations together, and intent rises steadily, with the emerging of evolutional concept. Directly in front of me on the path is an emphasis on the expanding roles that apparently form the Sisters of Honua. Around the initiations are others, smaller events, the gradual spread of knowledge. There is a sort of networking within the structure of the forming support system. I realize that these alliances serve to accentuate and maximize our individual and group endeavors. I immediately learn another reason, tactical spirituality. Mo'i lifts the dragon image, and motions to contend with the changes. I can see a variety of the sanctified lineages I have been honored to experience. There will be much understanding in our efforts to cover the human soul with unconditional healing.
Toho'ma interrupts my thoughts as she offers me some smudge. I lean into the bed and sit watching a video about the guanaco… a wild relative of the llamas. A puma appears in the scene, and puma is one of my totems. I am grateful for the warmth and generosity Tomacho has always demonstrated with me. She can be a commanding ally.
Suddenly, I am in memory. It happened in 1992 when I was on vision quest near Toas, New Mexico. It had been an uncommonly fine time, and it was when I met Naylin Lage, my great grandmother, and our spirits had merged. I woke up from that vision with a puma laying against my back… purring. It was something of a life changing moment.
I closed my eyes and implored her to eat me quickly. Instead, her steady hum, vibrated me back into the dream. And here a memory led me into the future.
The Council knows. There is a general excited anticipation. They have given me a wondrous mission, to choreograph great collaborative initiations. I have already made initial contact with women that have expressed similar visions in the past. We are, apparently, joined together in common destiny. World evolution adjusts in initiation to make "change" easier on humans.
While I was watching and relaxing, I divested myself. There were only a few hours, it seemed, when the south breeze brought back messages and intent to lay a resilient foundation, the future. Then it returned, the 2nd letter from the Council delivered. Direction being clearly given, the interest gaining in intensity. Gust of now significant essence pulls my heart, shaman shivers, or what the Auntys call "chicken skins," as the computer screen darkens.
I hurried to my selected journal and began the process of recording. The human elements stimulated. A drizzling act has started a windfall, and I spread my consciousness over those who respond.
As the name begins to reverberate – Sisters of Honua – the echo ever-changing. Soon the words incarnate mythical, and I am not only ascribed attitude and intention, but allowing. How much will we accomplish? Stillness chatters, I adjust the patterns around me to better achieve beauty… hozhoni. The dream, women of power slip in and out of my thoughts, and before I can instill the legend, my passion is 2,000 strong.
I vibrate, genuinely the result of the Oracle's presence. The remarkable woman is rapidly retelling me how to up hold the world. I glance at the vortex image they have given me, a simple diagram of tradition, culture… common life in flow. A circle in the center is surrounded by others... it breathes as I look at it. I wonder how all of this shall happen. Just as I nearly make up my mind to take a look via my medicine bowl, I see the Sisters of Honua – conduits of Changing Mother approaching.
"Come, it is the legacy," Mo'i says, and encourages me to gather my charts in a different manner. I have printed them individually on index cards, then she has instructed me to lay them in different patters on the floor.
We sit looking at several different configurations, and I am in awe at the scientific support for our prophecies. Sara, our cat, hurries to get off our bed, the energy of the room becoming over stimulating. A heroic and mysterious kitty who lets me know when I need to lower my frequencies so I don't fry.
Mo'i points to our Hawaiian altar – we have altars for every tradition within our extended family. She then steps over to the world altar where my piece for Easter Island sits with another representing Mary Magdeline. Not long ago these would have been sweet gifts, but now I understand the diversity of what the Elders have bestowed on us.
Mo'i claps her hands to get my attention. I was staring, big eyed, at the scene unfolding from the heart of Toho'ma's blue crystal pyramid.
"The snow leopard is balanced," Mo'i begins, pointing into the vision of a white leopard walking straight down a rock wall. "Vision has been renewed. This," pointing to the pyramid, "is a very strong medicine that enables great transition for the world. When it's truth is emphasized, roles will once again be equal."
I think I gasped and jumped when Toho'ma dropped something to the floor.
"This," she continued, pointing to my maps and grids, "is also powerful medicine. It will be important for the high rituals to take place."
She pauses to make certain I understand.
"Now," she continues, "you are to bring these compelling women together as a unified force."
I know from the stories I heard as a kid that there is little doubt that we are to service and exemplify the new energy dynamic.
I have been unable to follow all the messages. I am unfamiliar with some of the concepts. However, I fully understand the premise of power, magic... medicine. We have been called together to make life better. I have already noticed the strong sense of inheritance spiritually.
I look around. This is the first time in a long time I am totally guided. It has brought the circles of extended relations together, and intent rises steadily, with the emerging of evolutional concept. Directly in front of me on the path is an emphasis on the expanding roles that apparently form the Sisters of Honua. Around the initiations are others, smaller events, the gradual spread of knowledge. There is a sort of networking within the structure of the forming support system. I realize that these alliances serve to accentuate and maximize our individual and group endeavors. I immediately learn another reason, tactical spirituality. Mo'i lifts the dragon image, and motions to contend with the changes. I can see a variety of the sanctified lineages I have been honored to experience. There will be much understanding in our efforts to cover the human soul with unconditional healing.
Toho'ma interrupts my thoughts as she offers me some smudge. I lean into the bed and sit watching a video about the guanaco… a wild relative of the llamas. A puma appears in the scene, and puma is one of my totems. I am grateful for the warmth and generosity Tomacho has always demonstrated with me. She can be a commanding ally.
Suddenly, I am in memory. It happened in 1992 when I was on vision quest near Toas, New Mexico. It had been an uncommonly fine time, and it was when I met Naylin Lage, my great grandmother, and our spirits had merged. I woke up from that vision with a puma laying against my back… purring. It was something of a life changing moment.
I closed my eyes and implored her to eat me quickly. Instead, her steady hum, vibrated me back into the dream. And here a memory led me into the future.
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