V. Time

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?"

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.