Aloha

Aloha is a Hawaiian word that has multiple meanings. Aloha is a greeting. It is also a way of saying  'good bye'. And of course, Aloha is a way to say, 'I love you'.

Today at the Water Park in west Oahu, I was thinking about Shaka, a funny symbol the surfer in the picture is making with his left hand. It means 'hang loose'.

I thought about it because the ride was named Shaka, and you slid in a two-seater raft down and up the pinkie finger and the thumb. It was very thrilling.

Today was a big day for me. Let me explain.

It was my last day in Oahu for some time.

I really wanted to go back to Waimea Falls, and swim under the waterfall. There is a lot of 'mana' there, earth spirit energy. In 2012 April I went, and it was very moving for me. On my Facebook page, Doctors With Reiki, that is the very waterfall you see on my page.

Today, I called the people at the fancy center education thingy for Waimea Falls business. It IS a business--don't let them kid you. But it is a conservation place too. They were not sure if we could swim under the falls today. The lifeguards are always there, but they draw 'an imaginary line'...for as far as you can go. It's also 'first come first serve'--for safety.

You know what?

I have made some progress in two years and a little longer! I chose to go to Wet and Wild instead!

• It's more fun for both my boy and me.
• Waterfalls are waterfalls, and by intention, the 'lazy river' waterfall I had go on my head--was spirit rich!
• I wanted to be with the people.  (as it turned out, today was Kama'aina Wednesday, and many locals came) On my LAST day, I wanted to be with the people of the islands, and enjoy being together, before I had to leave.

Here is my miracle...

At the end, by the gift store, there is a machine that sells little coins for souvenirs. One had a shaka on the front and all SEVEN Hawaiian Islands on the back.

It was one for three dollars, two for five dollars.

I had two dollars and thirty seven cents.

My boy ate a five dollar ice cream bar. Haagen Dazs (twenty carbs and three protein). And I had to miss out.

A nice couple was at the machine. I asked if they were going to do the five dollar one? If there is extra might I join in on the deal? I didn't have three dollars, or even two fifty. Just two dollars and thirty seven cents. They said yes. They took my two dollars, and not my change.

They let me pick the one I wanted. And I almost cried tears of joy. They didn't know me from Adam--and they shared.

Hawaiian people are like that.

I gave all my change to a homeless woman on Wednesday, after I spent all my cash at the drug store getting food and sunglass/eyeglass cleaner my boy wanted.

I gave ten dollars to a man who said his dog ran out of dog food on Sunday.

And now, somebody gave to me!!!

That's not the end of the story. As I admired my coin, a young man played the ukelele. He was GOOD! I asked if I could please watch him strum, up close, because I had been reading and the technique with thumbs and fingers is confusing. He let me watch. The fingers strum down, very low on the fingerboard but above the little hole. The thumb strums UP. And The base of the thumb? It makes a scratchy sound when you want to thump it on the strings. 

He said his name was Gilbert, and he shook my hand. I thanked him.

Later,  the water park exit worker gave us two sets of coupons for free stuff from Pizza and Taco Place--a national chain--and we couldn't use them back home. As we were wondering who to give them to, we walked by Gilbert, of all people! I asked, 'could you use these?' and he said, 'yes!' So we gave them to him.

And THAT is Aloha!

Aloha and mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Reiki Doc

Reiki Flying First Class

Flying First Class, toward Ascension, is possible for all of us who have a vibration and heart center open wide enough to make the jump. It does not have to be like in Coach, or a train, or boat in steerage. It can be the very best you can imagine. All that must be done, is stay wide open, erase your 'chalkboard' at the end of the day, and as you go to sleep at night, imagine what you would like your tomorrow to have in it.

To practice, I bought myself a ticket for First Class on my trip to Hawaii. Is it possible to be wide open and full of gratitude and fly first class? In a word, YES!

My morning one week ago brought me to LAX. I like to park at the Parking Spot because their shuttles are easy to find: they have big black spots all over their yellow shuttles.

First class lets you check in with a shorter line. That felt nice.

There is a Premier waiting room. It had some food in it, nothing fancy, and coffee. What I liked was a chair, a plug to charge my electronic devices, and a lady that reminds you to go and catch your plane. There is no restroom facility, or place to sleep. It is one floor above the gates. I liked it. There was Wifi for free there too.

The chairs are not as comfy as you might think in first class. The seats are wider, and the table folds out of the arm, not the seat back. But when the guy in front of you leans back, it is miserable. And the foot rest thing did not give me any more comfort than without it in coach. Although they look comfy in first class, they aren't all that more comfortable than you are in coach. My hip hurt. The whole flight. Really bad. It usually doesn't hurt when I sit.

The food was amazing. I really enjoyed it. There was not much, but it was creative and filling. With real flatware and china. Even a little tablecloth. There was unlimited alcohol, which was not cool for some people who drank a lot but didn't get drunk. I like wine with dinner. I had a glass, and also an aperitif with dessert. Incidentally, the flight attendants are really nice, much nicer than in coach. I felt pampered, not like another mouth to feed.

Come to think of it, boarding and disembarking from the plane was nicer too. It was less crazy, and less of a fight for cubby overhead bin space.

Once you get to rental car and hotel, though, that first class 'buzz' wears off pretty quick.

On my flight home, the inter island plane first class was small. On the way there, full of screaming kid.(there is no safe place is there?) on the way to Honolulu, I got to watch the flight attendants. They write notes! What flight number is, what gate...they tack it up on the wall. Mine got her sweater out, and her bag of stuff between rapidly serving us beverages. (The Premier Club in Kona is not nice at all. Two people in it were scary. And everyone drives me nuts with the crinkly snack bag of airplane stuff and chewing loud).

As I sat in seat 1A, I saw everyone climb up the ramp. I smiled at them. With aloha. I smiled at the attendants. The lady next to me, Japanese, read a novel, never making eye contact with anyone.she spoke English briefly just fine with me. But she flies first class a lot. And the couple across the way? He must have been a basketball player. He would not fit in coach. And when he pushed his seat back all the way, the guy behind him grimaced. (Tip--if flight is less than four hours, keep seat up. If longer, check behind you first before putting seat back. And don't go all the way.)

Now here at Gate 28, there is no Premier Club Lounge! I was on the floor by a plug. A worker I asked and shared, 'I am flying first class I really wasn't expecting to sit on the floor to be by a plug' kindly showed me a seat by a plug. This is a red eye. I won't get a meal, either. Just a snack. And hopefully, sleep.

It is good together out of our comfort zones every now and then. I have flown Coach all my life. My Reiki Master son has been harping on us going First Class since day one. I found out that he is right. If I can, I would enjoy flying that way in the future. I will have to save our money to afford it, but I think it will be worthwhile for us to travel. He is going to pass me up in height by age nine, and tall people do not fit that well in coach except in bulkhead and emergency window exit rows.

So, here is a 'recipe for success' in 'imagining you are flying first class on the way to Ascension':
1) Say, 'I am God's kid!' and believe that the Universe wants the best for you. Joy is the norm!
2) Really believe it.
3) Accept what is happening 'now' as 'something you asked for and is for the best' because even if it might not look that way at first, that is what it truly is.
4) Be Here Now. Be present. Feel your feelings, Come up with a plan. Solve problems. Face Challenges. Enjoy Life.
5) Remember to Give Thanks and to Celebrate successes every day!

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

Pule

Pule is the word for prayer in the Hawaiian language.

Throughout Hawaiian History, it is the only thing that has stayed unchanged.

The original Hawaiians were very spiritually advanced. With their minds alone, the natives could form a line on the beach, hold hands, and create a force shield that would repel the spears and arrows of invading Tahitian warriors.

There was no illness, and the lifespan was much longer than ours.

There was an island in the Pacific, a continent along the lines if Australia for us today. This place was called Lemuria. (I wear a Lemurian crystal around my neck, I have close ties to this place). Lemuria was like Atlantis, both were very advanced civilizations that were adept at fourth dimensional existence. Time travel, DNA manipulation, long lifespans, flying machines, and organ transplantation.

What happened to Lemuria and Atlantis? They stopped living in the Light, and chose war. They ultimately fought each other, and destroyed their civilizations. Unfortunately in doing so, they also destroyed the entire fourth dimension. Their continents sunk, and some entities escaped and came to our reality, the third dimension.

I believe the Menehune were the good Leumurians who stayed on, the mountaintops of Lemuria became our Hawaiian Islands. Tahitian invaders with their blood thirst for war took over the land. Kamehahmeha became a royal. There would be someone holding a staff in front of the royal procession. Anyone crossing the imaginary line between that staff and royalty was immediately killed. Chiefs killed their own brothers under the guise of a friendly dinner to gain power. The one to die often knew, but honor made them go up to their deaths. Human sacrifice was done by Kamehameha's regime: people were thrown live off of cliffs. This happened at many Heiau, too.

After this came James Dole and the plantations. Sugar and pineapple, both non native crops, grew on much of the land. Filipino, Chinese and Japanese workers brought their culture to the land. Ranchers learned how to tend their horses and cows from Mexican cowboys, Vacqueros, and the Paniolo, or Hawaiian Cowboy was born.

Many of the things you associate with Hawaii are not from here originally. The ukelele was brought here from Portugal. Pineapple and plumeria are from South America. Even the palm trees were planted by the United States Military after the second world war as a gesture of thanks for the help Hawaii gave to them in the Pacific Theater.

Rumor has it Roosevelt knew about the attack the Japanese had planned on Pearl Harbor. He chose not to alert anyone or defend, as a tactical maneuver to get us involved in the war. I can't go to Pearl Harbor Memorial because of this. It is very sad these lives were lost unnecessarily.

So what does the history of the islands have to do with prayer? It has been here all along, inthe open now, once hidden. Huna is a form of energetic healing here. You can learn more at this website: www.huna.org This tradition carries way back into the past. When visiting a neighbor of a friend on Big Island, the neighbor noticed I had a limp. He put his hands on my knee, and love and compassion flowed from him to help my sore knee. It got better, and to this day I am moved by the depth of compassion for a stranger, from an old man who could not walk himself. He was wheelchair bound.

Serge Kahili King* is a white man who learned to be a kahuna through the hidden priesthood on Kauai. I read his book, about breathing in Mana and blessing everything, with a heart full of love. The people, and the Spirit of Aloha, is mainstream. As is the love of the land and the sea.

Yesterday I met a zoologist and a marine biologist at the stingray tank. They have committed their lives to the betterment of the ocean, and by educating hotel guests one question at a time. These sting rays are native to the Hawaiian islands and live about fifty feet deep. Globally, stingrays are not being slaughtered like the sharks their cousins are for their fins. Some populations eat them, but take most of the ray's body for their food.

The Hawaiians have adapted and survived many onslaughts. They have survived tribal war, organized religion with kapu (curses), people taking over the island with war, industry, and tourism. They have survived the missionaries and the plantations. It is the birthplace of Reiki to the West, through the efforts of Hawayo Takata on Kauai. It is home to a very spiritual undercurrent, fueled by the power of the land. Who knows what shall come to be from this place?

I have seen Menehune through my spirit eyes. And talked to one recently. He found me! I also had a past life flash before my eyes at a luau show, with the chanting and the hula. I know enough to understand my connection to the islands. And why it is strong.


Stay open. One day, whenever you can, come to this place. Come visit. Let your spirit guide you. Chances are you will have a rebirth, of spirit. It will be worth it.

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

* Kahuna Healing, by Serge Kahili King, 1983, in sixth printing 1997, ISBN 0-8356-0572-8
Quest Books. Hawaiian Shaman and author of Imagineering for Health and Earth Energies and Kahuna Healing