Monday, June 28, 2010
When I look at my photos of Moloka’i, I realize I missed a great opportunity. These photos are a reflection of some amazingly wonderful places with beautiful energy but they don’t reflect the true wonder of the island of Moloka'i.Moloka'i hasn't been completely tainted by modernization and the people of the island portray what I think of as the true spirit of "aloha."
I’m asking myself, “Why didn’t I take a photo of the “snack shop attendant” at the Moloka’i airport who wanted to take me where I needed to go when she got off duty. She thought I might be stranded after she found me sitting on the baggage rack five hours after I arrived. I arrived at 6:30 am. Cathy didn't arrive until 12:30 pm. Instead I amused myself with taking really bad pictures of myself after talking with my friend, Dee, for an hour or so.
Or why didn't I take a photo of Charity, the Alamo reservationist, who laughed the whole time she tried to sell us every extra package saying, “Gotta feed my kids.” When she put us in a car with a license plate of PYG324, I said that I couldn’t possibly drive a car with a license plate that says “pig,” and she assured me PYG stands for “Pretty Young Girls.”
Or the waiter at Auntie Ruby’s Diner, Bill Umi, in Kaunakakai who proudly announced that Aunty Ruby’s has just been open for a month and he didn't really work there... just helping out family (he owned the deli next door). Or the same waiter who invited us to a graduation luau on the weekend.
Or the two darling waitresses who served us dinner each evening at the hotel and our Moloka'i Mudslide in celebration of Cathy's birthday. All we had to do was navigate around the pool and climb 12 steps to our room afterward.
Or the young man in the local store who said he left Moloka'i for six years to live in Portland, Oregon but couldn’t stay away. Then he assured me there is a very special energy on Moloka’i.
Or the owner of the Cookhouse who sent us to see the Kauluapapa overlook. Kauluapapa is where Father Damien's leper colony was located. We wanted to take the mule ride down to visit it but the bridge was out.
I did take a photo of the young couple who came from Mau'i to sit on phallic rock. They told me that if you sit on this rock and pray, you would get pregnant. They were praying. I did not sit on the rock. Neither did Cathy.
Why didn't I take a picture of Hawai'ian Prime Time band or the wife of the drummer who sat down with us here on our last evening and talked story about the island. She looked to be thirty but was actually sixty. She told us the band never practices together. They all play with different people at different times. The Hotel Moloka'i provides different local entertainment nightly. We saw several members of Hawai'ian Prime Time performing with one or two other people on different nights of the week. On our first night people from the audience spontaneously gave hula performances.
And on Friday afternoons from 4-6 pm the kapuna (elders) of the island gather together here to play and sing.
It was at dinner one night when the young man about 30 of a tourist couple from Idaho told us that he was blown away by a local fisherman who took him out for a fishing excursion that morning. The fishing wasn’t very good so the fisherman took him back to his house and made breakfast for him and then said they would go fishing again the next day. When the young man replied that he couldn’t pay for a second fishing trip, the fisherman said “Oh, there’s no charge. The fishing wasn’t good today.”
Or the woman in the bookshop who filled us in on hikes to special places that many people don't know about.
And there is no way to describe the wonderful energy that exists on an island inhabited by only 8,100 people. Where no one drives much faster than 40 mph and where there is absolutely not one stop light on the entire island.
And then there are the people determined to save La'au Point from being exploited by the "big energy guys" who want to develop sacred land with two million dollar homes under the guise of promoting wind energy. When the "big guys" found out the local people were not going along, they pulled out of a thriving cattle ranching business and made a ghost town of Maunaloa Village. Still the locals refuse to give in. They seem to understand that their wealth lies in the sacredness of their land not in dollar bills.
And there is the spirit of the family who decided when the pineapple giants pulled out of Hawai'i to plant coffee trees in that space and now they have a thriving Moloka'i coffee business that supports many of the island's residents. When you visit Coffees of Hawai'i, you will meet many teenagers who are all cousins and family of some sort. They run back and forth between the gift shop and the coffee/food shop. If you take the time to talk with them for awhile, you will receive a special respect and honor for the person that you are - an aunty, an elder. They will actually say things like, "we love you guys." They will tell you about their own aunties who help them "be better people." It is quite an uplifting and amazing experience.
Yes, I missed the boat on this one by only taking pictures of scenery.
Did I say that Hotel Moloka'i is the only hotel on the island? It's located in Kaunakakai Town in the middle of the island on the eastern shore directly across from the island of Lana'i. The water is brown about a quarter of the way across the channel because there is a large barrier reef surrounding the island. At first it felt like sitting by the Ohio River but very soon that feeling went away. And when we saw a man silhouetted against the evening sky fishing with his nets and a flashlight just as the full-moon was rising, the color of the water no longer mattered.
There are only three sets of condos on island I believe. No tour buses. Some private van tours. Never saw more than three or four cars driving on the road at a time. People actually drove 20mph through school zones. Absolutely nothing commercial to do but some water activities like fishing, snorkeling, and hiking to waterfalls. Most activities/tours are only open Tuesday through Friday. Stores close at 2pm on Saturday and all day Sunday. Quite a concept!
A question presented to me by the mention of the mastery class I took in Mau’i and my attempt to speak it from my heart.
The certification of mastery from “Walking the Earth as a Living Master” has a twofold meaning for me: First, and most important, it is my own personal acknowledgement, as well as a collective recognition of, the progress I‘ve made in my own ability to integrate the principles of sacredness - of both Spirit and the Earth - into the way I live my life every day. And secondly, it allows me to teach others the practices that assist me in this ongoing process of integration should anyone desire to learn them.
Mastery is a way of life that moves one beyond the dualistic mind that is today’s reality for most people into the mind and heart of unity consciousness that is our true nature. It intertwines spirit with passion and rewards the heart and the soul of the individual as well as contributes love and compassion to the heart and soul of the collective. It also provides a tremendous opportunity to be a consciousness pioneer in the co-creation of a world of beauty and harmony with primal force on the physical plane.
Mastery is also a way of life that knows deep inside that the solution is never found at the same level of consciousness as the problem. A daily practice that allows one to rise above the current state of being in the world and contribute to the overall higher consciousness of the Earth instead of dragging her down further with our thoughts and emotions. It doesn't matter that our mind doesn't understand exactly how it works. We just know deep inside that it does. And our own individual life feels the harmony, the balance, the beauty regardless of what takes place in our private world or the collective world. It's a great place to be and live in the world.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Copious, thriving leaves fight each other for space as they plunge cascades of emerald, jade, and olive luxury that weigh tree limbs to the ground. Profuse blossoms of mustard grass sway like a dancer’s hips to the tune of the mellow breeze. Plush, sumptuous velvet mountain valleys ripple, burble and babble as water tumbles from their throats. And this is Boulder! What happened while I was away? Lotsa rain I'm guessin'.
I arrived home to lush greenery and the cutest condo ever. Not sure why I want to leave this place?
Friday, June 18, 2010
The sun sets on the Maui portion of my Hawai'i adventure. I can't believe how fast ten days can pass. Saturday at "0 dark thirty am," I board the
six-seater Pacific Wings flight to Moloka'i.
Finished up my Mastery Certifica- tion today. An incredible experience!This is the deadwood I'm leaving behind. Mau'i agreed to take care of it for me.
I am ascending mass consciousness. This I know to be true.
I am an ordinary person like you and you and you.
There are no great masters that I am channeling.
I waited for it and hoped, but it isn’t happening.
No great voices through me are heard
I am as ordinary as a bird.
For on myself I must rely
to discern information that others supply.
Yet within my heart I know it is true.
I am ascending to a space that is brand new.
I know because worldly things no longer matter
the way they once did. The past now does scatter.
Even more than letting go of the past,
there isn’t a future goal I can make last.
I feel alone and desire to let others in.
Yet, something is missing. It’s different; it feels dark.
My connection with others is missing its spark.
And all the while, my very own Spirit cries out:
I’m here right inside you. Stop looking without.
It’s perfectly okay to sit quietly on the lanai
gaze at green trees, blue ocean and a most beautiful sky.
Sit quietly. Do nothing and let me fully come in.
Throw comparisons of new life with old into the dust bin.
It is right and appropriate to sit and stare
at dozens of butterflies gracing the air.
This is who you truly are. Only your mind doesn’t like it.
“How can you enjoy a beautiful day when you do nothing but sit.”
Everyone else is out and about earning their living.
They take time to enjoy only when they are no longer giving.”
Then they’re so tired only the sitting feels good.
Never noticing the breeze and the sky - only the ‘shoulds’
Believe it or not, this is what you think you are missing.
Time spent with people - even though they are dissing.
Alone time is a rare gift. Receive it. Enjoy it with a bow.
Recite daily, “I AM doing what I AM, right here, and right now”
Each moment you fully enjoy this gift of pleasure
Your heart ascends to accept its new treasure.
You are not lazy, nor selfish, nor spoiled.
These thoughts are old and will keep you soiled.
You are ascending along with many others.
All ordinary people - ALL your sisters and brothers.
This time alone is needed for you to become secure
in following your guidance and know that it’s pure.
Follow your heart each day and each night.
Surrender to the Higher Mind. Feel ITS great light.
Ordinary ascension is the feat that you chose -
to discover if this lifetime your vibration actually arose.
You believed you had it in you to ascend.
You promised to hear the whispers of your soul as they lend
you the tools and support from the Guides and the Masters
keeping you on track and away from disasters.
Your willingness to ascend in the ordinary way
creates a clear path for others so that they will stay
and rise above the temptation to give up and fall.
They’ll see other ordinary people were tempted and stood tall.
And they will start on the road to ascension,
raising their vibration along the way we should mention.
Your pioneering spirit will have left clear and visible signs
to show others the way to receive the Fruit of the Vine.
So today sit quietly and revel without glory.
The time will come for you to tell your own story.
And tell it you will both day and into the night
for through the darkness does shine the bright light.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
All things of the Earth – her soil, her rocks, her water, her trees, her plants, her animals, her children – direct the dynamic forces she evokes within a boundaried playing field . The Earth now lifts herself up on the wings of transformation into the natal gateway of primordial relationship.
All things of heaven – the unseen, the formless, the idea, the concept, the unknown, the vague, the force of the cosmos itself - descend into this co-created portal of nativity.
Together, heaven and earth emit an embrace of love and freedom that courses through our blood-
streams like the wild, whitewater gorging its way through solid lava rock.
Are we ready to meet universal force in the birthing portal? Are we clear enough for it to flow through our veins and arteries with conscious awareness?
Can we persevere until we receive within our physical bodies the divine feminine – a force not honored in the modern world – and bring her back to Life?
Are we ready to draw strength from grace and equanimity, to remain as receptive and spacious as the ocean when our minds call for action? After all, action receives the reward in this world.
It’s an overwhelming challenge we are being asked to take. Are we ready to walk through the open doorway that beckons us into a different realm, with fresh interconnections, and pristine insights before it closes again?
This is a photo of Maui Angels who are living the Divine Feminine on a daily basis and are willing to share what they know about it with all of us. For the last year and a half, I’ve been taking an online course called Walking the Earth as a Living Master. I was fortunate enough to attend a session in person last week with all of these beautiful women and one courageous man. If you want to know more about how to master yourself and receive the Divine Feminine into your lifestream, visit http://www.walktheearthasalivingmaster.com/
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Today I drove for 40 minutes heading to an artist town called Makawao on the side of Haleakala Mountain. At the stoplight after passing a church called "Jesus is Alive," I grabbed for my notebook to write down the name of the church. Mostly because it made me smile. I was thinking, "If you only knew how much Jesus is alive inside of me." My notebook wasn't there, nor was my purse, my wallet, my drivers license, my credit cards or my money. I had left the condo without anything but water and a banana. That's what stillness will do to ya. But I kept it, the stillness, while I turned around, drove 40 minutes back to the condo, retrieved my necessities, and went instead to visit Lahaina Town which is much closer to where I'm staying.
Some photos of Lahaina Town.