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