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.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
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
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