Kapiolani

I was just taking a shower, and in spirit, these eyes came to me. It was a male, white, about in his sixties, pale pasty complexion, blue eyes, and a 'piggish' nose--I could see both nostrils easily. His white/grey hair was not at all of the style of this day.

He kept showing his face to me.

He felt frustrated and like he was going to get in trouble and he couldn't say why.

He was not from the Light. He was from the work I did today. And he was getting busted for what I set loose that wasn't ever, ever ever supposed to be get free.

And I looked at him. I said, 'I guess I am going to have to Love you then!' as calmly as I could in spirit with as much of the growing confidence I have been getting since about six thirty p.m.

And he went away.

I just had an interruption. I was looking through Google Images trying to match the face. Just when I found it, my boy said, 'Mom? When are you going to cook dinner?'

It's nine at night.

The kitchen is closed.

I cooked a 'snack', washed the dishes, and tucked him in.

In reverse order I will share the 'strange things' that happened today:

• the face in the shower.
• unlocking the front door and not being able to go in. We had to slip a flipper under the door. The little spring and stopper had fallen and gotten jammed under the front door. 
• seeing a mason bumper sticker, my first one ever in Hawaii, and realizing that the driver--even if they are a 33rd level mason--are my brother or sister in being alive, too. I practiced unconditional love with very healthy detachment from their possible actions which aren't so great.
• my son whacking his toenail on coral while waist deep in the ocean at Waikiki Beach, and breaking a huge chunk off it. It was the biggest display of tears, complaining, and not being able to walk I'd seen in a while. It so happens every time I go to have fun, somehow, he 'takes it on the legs' and it's the end of the activity and he limps home. (This time, as I pondered how this could be, again, Kamehameha 'popped' into my consciousness, and said, 'accept this as your FATE!' I did. And things got better.)
• Hearing Spirit guide me to go to Kapiolani park when I first woke up.
• The worst thunderstorm and lightning I've ever seen in Hawaii that kept me up all night, and blocked my plans to both swim in a waterfall (flash floods) and snorkel (stormy waves).

Today was ukelele festival--the forty-fourth annual--at Kapiolani park.

I love the ukelele and I wanted very much to go.

My son and I had our first warm malasadas ever sitting by this duck pond behind the bandstand, where we heard beautiful ukelele music.

I ate poi too.

Did you know some ukeleles cost over four thousand dollars? Mine is like eighty dollars--and those nice ones sound real good! LOL. The only song I've memorized so far is Happy Birthday. LOL.

My trip to Kapiolani Park was on 'assignment'.

Kapiolani Park was made by King Kalakaua. It was a gift for the people. 

Have you ever been to Waikiki Beach? Have you seen how all the property is totally piled up on each other (look above at the first picture)? 

Even my son remembered the one time we drove past it in 2012--he remembered the Tiffany's, and the other very exclusive and expensive stores that make it a Rodeo Drive of the Pacific...

Then there's acres and acres of park.

Do you know what's under lots of those buildings and all of Waikiki beach?

Ancient Hawaiian Religious Sites.

Not just one heiau here or there. LOTS and LOTS of them.

Kamehameha did human sacrifice. He sacrificed his nephew, who was a lover of his favorite wife, way up on Diamond Head heiau. (Ironically, she, Kamehameha I's favorite wife, Queen Ka'ahumanu was a pu'uhonua--a high chief or chiefess who could forgive kapu breakers of their crimes.)

And at Punchbowl? There were more. The kahunas would prepare those intended for sacrifice down by the waters--I think by the heiau under the Diamond Head Lighthouse or possibly where I swam today--to 'lie still for their chief'. And they were ritually drowned.

Their bodies were carried up the hill to Punchbowl, because of the strong updrafts the burnt offerings (dead human sacrifices) would catch fire really quick. (there were more Heiau and kahuna places there).

It wasn't done often at the heiaus. There were more for healing and for other purposes such as 'making things right' as in ho'oponopono. But it did happen and later in the culture it happened more and more to appease certain gods...

I went to Kapiolani Park today with the intention of helping to free King David Kalakaua who I 'sensed' was in some way 'trapped' energetically in the area. He is family, like a brother to my soul in a past life...ohana.

I was told 'when you lay down it will be time to assist'.

I lay down on a towel at the concert.

Spirit used the presence of the many people there as a 'spiritual shield' to protect me. There was very loud and not of the 'Light' music going on at the time while I was working too.

I connected to Source. I called in the Archangels. I knew where Ross was at all times, but this was my work.

I called all the human sacrifices, all the souls, that were in the area. 

They wouldn't come.

I showed them my Hawaiian soul, my identity I had, my heritage, and I sincerely apologized to them, and promised them it would never happen again. I said, even now we continue with the slaughter of animals, and this isn't right too. 

They saw I was sincere, and started to go to the Light. 

I found King David, and he wasn't sure if he should stay or go. I said, 'You can always come back, and for now I am clearing everything.' 

BOOM! in a second he went up!

I then called in all other souls in the area, offering them nurturing, warmth, love, and protection. My father, Kamehameha, came in, and showed his support of my healing I was doing for every soul that wanted to go Home. Father showed he had changed, and was of the Light. You see, Queen Ka'ahumanu was my mother, and I had been cloistered until being married off to someone who in my opinion was an asshole who cheated on me. I don't know my name. I do know my mother was his favorite wife. Father told me this in October 28, 2012.

The archangels continued to escort the souls, while I gave a blessing and a healing to everyone at the ukelele festival, and then it was done. There was a lot of clearing and stabilizing, and even the team from Agartha was doing energy work on the area from below. I also saw many of my Hawaiian spirit family, including Queen Lili'uokalani. I fell to her feet, and I wept at her suffering. She bade me to get up, and I took her hands and I kissed them. For with only a stump of a pencil that she was given while she was locked up in Iolani Palace for two years, those hands and that heart wrote for us the beautiful Aloha 'Oe...I also smiled because Iz was there too. He shows up sometimes to me. Most recent was last Thursday when I was on Ko Nau Lani in Waianae Harbor at sunset...

While I was in line waiting to try some of these hot fresh malasadas, one song on the ukelele concert caught my attention: Here Comes The Sun. George Harrison was making his presence known, and I was super happy. I've seen him too, and written about it.

I looked up randomly, and then there was this funny cloud!

It just stayed there, and I felt it was trying to get my attention! It was thin and looked, like, a RUNE! It was puffy but long and well, sort of reminded my like a pretzel 'rune' because it was like sticks in a design of sorts.

I looked at it, and I looked at it, and then I saw the shape and thought, well in what order am I supposed to draw it?!

Then I knew. By claircognizance.

And I was told the Reiki symbol's name--Contentment.

Then the cloud disappeared.

How appropriate to learn this symbol over a malasada truck at a ukelele festival! 

This symbol is for my use, to heal you, and when the order is given, if it comes, I will teach it just like I do the others.

This is the face I saw.

His name is Clarence Hyde Cooke. Of Castle and Cooke, number four of the top ten landowners in Hawai'i. 

Who are the top three? 

1. The state government
2. The federal government
3. Kamehameha Schools, founded by Princess Bernice Pauahi Bishop.

And Princess Pauahi?

She was the last of the line of the royalty, of Kamehameha's bloodline.

She met and fell in loved with a commoner, Charles Reed Bishop, at missionary school, and was encouraged to pursue this relationship by her missionary teachers Amos Starr and Juliette Montague Cooke--ancestors of Clarence.

Furthermore,  the Reverend Charles McEwen Hyde called King Kalakaua a 'bully and a coward' and encouraged his overthrow.

It was confirmed later that a secret organization had formed, called, The Hawaiian League, and consisted of the most powerful businessmen in the area and their pastors. They were all white, male, and mostly protestant. (http://www.kycbs.net/Bishop.htm -- you might want to read this link to find out more about how Princess Pauahi inherited much land, and what happened to the wealth of the richest woman in all of Hawai'i upon her death at age fifty-three.)

Here is more of Clarence, from wiki, too. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clarence_Hyde_Cooke)

Aloha and mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Reiki Doc

P.S. when I stepped off the plane, and walked to baggage claim, I walked over the large Hawaiian 'virtues' and one had really caught my attention. I even wrote about it Nau'opono--the cultivation/fostering of deep justice.  No wonder why the song about King Kalakaua, He Mele No Lilo, makes me cry...my soul remembers.

It is my hope, that with the rising energies and confidence I feel now, that King David is free, and my ohana are having their truth told at last.

I also believe that underneath all of those fancy buildings, those 'religious sites' have continued their purpose through the 'secret organization' that is known to conduct in our day and age human ritual abuse. If you would like to know more, I suggest starting here: http://reikidoc.blogspot.com/2014/05/kevin-annett-101-warrior-for-children.html

Lots of Numbers Happening : )

There are:

• 8 years
• 8 months
• 8 days
• until 2/22/22                ---   Larry Hoffman

I got this one a LOT today, actually TWICE before I came in the driveway;

• 388 =  Your prayerful connection with the ascended mastersa has helped to open you to the flow of Universal abundance, including having plenty of time, money, love, health, and everything that you desire.

Let's look at the other numbers:

• 888 = This is a very auspicious sign of complete financial support from the Universe. Money is flowing in your direction!
• 222 = Trust that everything is working out exactly as it's supposed to, with Divine blessings for everyone involved. Let go and have faith.

Last night, we didn't go in the First Class Premier Lounge as we waited for our flight, H4 Hawaiian that left at 10:10 p.m. 

We chose to sit in the main waiting area at Gate 26, and used one plug to charge the iPad for my son.

Some 'lady' came to borrow our plug, the one empty one for HER cell phone.

It was the 'lady' in Pahoa who lives in the valley in California, and coordinated the Goddess Retreat with Cobra and Isis! I had last seen her Sunday June 2 at the Yoga Oasis where we finished the conference together! This was on BIG ISLAND and now we were on Oahu at Honolulu Airport! What are the odds of us 'meeting' like that???

I also almost didn't get to 'go' to the closing of the conference. But I was asked, 'go to ecstatic dance or the Maku'u Open Market'? and the pendulum said, 'Market is for Highest Good'. At that place I bought crystals AND ran into another Cobra Goddess Workshop person in the women's room!! She called and made sure I was welcome to come, later.

It was one of the happiest times of my life!

Then when I drove to the vacation homeowner's house to share extra papaya from my friends to the conference, I kept getting lost and 'delayed'. By the time I arrived, only one person was there--my friend who I ran into at the Market had a 'cold'. 

Naturally I gave her Reiki. I ended up healing a timeline for her ancestors--she was the 'key' that linked them to the future. 

She loved it! She slept 'like she was under anesthesia' for hours until the rest of the conference came back, and was healed. She also was visited by her relatives who were 'On The Other Side' that night, who confirmed what I had 'healed' was true. She texted me that the very next day!

I feel so 'different' now. In such a nice way. I got yoga every day, attuned a cat to Reiki one, attuned a Reiki Master, went to Sat Sang, snorkeled, went swimming with dolphins AND honu turtles, opened Double Vortexes (masculine and feminine) at LAX and Honolulu Airport, opened blue vortexes at ITO (Hilo Airport) and the Valley of the Temples, and opened Gold vortexes with Kamehameha at Wet and Wild, Barber's Point (Plus lots of Platinum Ray), and the Justice Hall/Museum. Cleaning Wings.com got an elemental out of the place I was staying, took an 'imprint' from between my right adrenal and kidney that was connected to my right ovary, and all in all MANY souls were brought to the Light. I also healed a timeline with All Japanese-American connections affected by Pearl Harbor and Martial Law, a timeline with ALL Collateral 'Damage' emotional-spiritual-physical as affected by the Japanese-American, and another timeline that linked Kauai and Oahu by the Spinner Dolphins and Turtles (and rest of the islands, North to South). I saw menehunes, and was given a gift by them of lava and coral (very small pieces, with the lava rock 3/4 size and coral-yang 1/4 size). Plus I cooked, cleaned, and sent healings to each of you every day, just like always!

No wonder I was sleepy! 

Mahalos and Aloha,

Reiki Doc

P.S.  Just right now outside on the balcony, in the fountain, I saw a Bluebird for the Very First Time! I have lived here ten years! He looked at me right in the eye too. How awesome it that???

Harleys And Kamehameha

Today was the annual Floral Parade in Downtown Honolulu in memory of Kamehameha. His official day is June 11, and is a holiday.

It was a beautiful parade, very island style, with princesses from each island on horseback in traditional attire. I thought the 'lei decorated pooper scooper wagon' that followed these horses to be both charming and adorable reminders of Island values and ingenuity. If there is need, fill it simply, and when possible, make it beautiful to view...

There were many Harley riders all in matching jackets, and a flat truck trailer with a troupe of Island Dancers with many tattoos peeking out the grass costumes!

Across from Iolani Palace(ee-oh-lah-nee),is the justice hall.

Did you know Hawaii was under Martial Law from December 7, 1942 to October 19, 1944? The people suffered immensely in Spirit, as their world was charged with fear. Japanese and German civilians were taken away by police in the middle of the night to internment camps, with no time left to even grab a toothbrush! Families were disrupted and property that had been lawfully gained was lost. All mail and phone calls was censored. Everyone had to be home with lights out after six p.m.can you imagine the heat with closed windows to block out light in summer?

The part that made me want to throw up is that in daytime, when leaving home, everyone had to carry a gas mask and an ID card. Everyone over six was fingerprinted. And any nighttime flashlight or car headlight had to be blue.

The people were ruled by military officers with no training in law. It was unchecked power, with cases decided in minutes and no opportunity to appeal.

There was no explanation of why the prisoner was kept (habeus corpus). The press was censored, so no locals knew four hundred people were arrested and held through the war, or that fifteen hundred of Japanese ancestry were locked away.

Japanese were marked by a patch with the number three on it like the Jews worse the Star of David.
It really happened, and I never knew about it in my American History. I got a five on the AP exam in that subject, the only one at my school, I aced it. And I never knew! I am deeply saddened; my friends who are generously sharing their vacation home are of Japanese Hawaiian Ancestry. What kind hearts whose ancestors have seen so much!

The energy was awful in that building, and I healed it with Spirit. There is a new Golden Spiral vortex courtesy of Kamehameha ( I was his daughter, and ties last across different incarnations). Many were taken to the Light. The Platinum Ray was sent through all legal systems connected. And healing green ray, courtesy of Koot Hoomi, was sent to every soul that had been touched by the system that has been in place. The timelines were healed for All Collateral Damage to entities who were affected by the racism, the fear of the entire Japanese community, and the witnessing of the violation of their human rights.

Of note, two individuals spoke up against Martial Law: Garner Anthony, and Supreme Court Justice Franklin Murphy.

It was an excellent day...more later. I have to go to luau now. First time I am going to skip on meat...because I love animals and want to, not because I have to.

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

Healing Candle Number 5: Beach Paradise

These are Pele's braids, flowing off Kilauea. This is the most active volcano in the world, with the longest continuous lava flow.

The healing from Beach Paradise is as forceful and unstoppable as this lava flow. Through my perception and level of consciousness, I am 'letting go' of 'things I want to believe'. In other words, there is a great deal of 'reality' that is in all honesty, a 'fairy tale'.

Take for example, Hawaii. I love to vacation there. I love the water and delight in snorkeling with the fish. Honu are most dear to me. I take many whale-watching trips out of Lahaina when I am there. I am not content with just one outing. I want to be with the whales. I want to support the research and the organizations that run the eco-tours.

The last time I was in Hawaii, it was Big Island. I could not help but notice--the beaches for the tourists and the beaches for the 'locals' are a separate as the seating on a segregated bus. The hotels are by the water in pristine man-made beaches with tons of lifeguards and a snorkel shack close by. And all the chaise lounges with the towels. And everyone getting a drink and a tan. The locals go where it is rocky, and they are lucky if there are some picnic benches and a porta-potty that has been put there by the state.

Which is the real Hawaii? How can I ignore the living conditions of those around me when I am in their midst? I got lost and took a road up into the hills last time. Many of the houses are shacks and are falling apart. I know they are expensive...but still, is that any way to live?

Isn't the entire Tourism Hawaii a money-making venture to benefit the rich few? Did you know that palm trees are not native to the islands? And that pigs have gotten loose and run wild through the hillsides? Or that the native birds and plants are threatened by invasive non-native transplanted species? When I saw Ulalena, I could not stop crying at the part where the Portuguese arrived on the island. Even now, when I listen to the score, I skip past that song. There is too much suffering for me to bear.

When I go, I do my best to be respectful to Pele in everything I do. As a result, I meet wonderful people: the granddaughter of the last Kahuna at the Place of Refuge, a woman who raises goats and gives me a cup of milk, a man who helps old people go to the beach for 'rehab' instead of their lying in bed, two 'Elvises' at a costume party, construction workers at a Seven Eleven getting their breakfast too before dawn. I tip the maid in my room every day a lot of money. And I support with my dollar the people who inhabit the islands that I adore. I consciously make the choice to see past the Lies and Fantasy, and to extend my Open Heart to those who make my being there to visit a possibility. 

In return, I am offered Kama'aina discount. People ask what island I am from. We end up being 'friends' on Facebook. We are Ohana, because of the aloha and respect I have for them.

What other 'fantasies' do you 'accept' consciously or unconsciously? Do you like sports and follow professional team? Do you watch lots of television and enjoy the entertainment? Do you like to 'eat healthy' based on what the package says is 'healthy' about it? Do you think the public school system is for your children's good--or the society's good? Do you 'buy' what is on broadcast 'news' and 'accept as truth' what you read in the paper?

Open your eyes and see Truth. I am letting go of 'doctor'--it is what I do, not who I am. I am letting go of 'mommy'--it is my most favorite work, but not 'what defines me'. I am in human form, but this is not 'who I am'. I am so much more. And so are you.

Beach Paradise is just a name to sell candles. It is blue and stinks. If you want to buy a candle, go find a better one to light. That is my advice to you at this time.

Love, Light, Gratitude, and Namaste,

Reiki Doc

P.S. I would give anything right now to spend another night with the music of the koki frogs. Their 'song' is magic to me. <3

Royal Resentment for Kapu

In this life, much has been ordinary and common. Growing up in a blue collar neighborhood, most of my friends did not share my passion to be a doctor. It was a long haul to go through all of the education. Needless to say I paid for most of it myself, and medical training I paid for it by myself totally.

My Reiki education brought me joy and enthusiasm to learn again. (I learned it as a physician). Yet there was a mystery: on attunement as a Reiki Master, my guide turned out to be...a coworker?

Yes, it was Dr. Lanai, the tall but gentle surgeon who wore the largest gloves in the O.R., a size nine. I enjoyed working with him, and I wondered how he could keep his temper in check. Even when upset (the specimen had not been taken down for study--and it was sent an hour ago) we could tell but he kept his calm and was polite. Dr. Lanai had been my chief resident on an away rotation when I was a second-year resident in general surgery. He had been at another facility. I enjoyed working with him. He joined on with the team at that hospital, with a team that somewhat took advantage of the new hires. He knew this but worked to support his family, which was large. Because I came back to a hospital where his group covered surgery, we 'met' again.

Why would my Reiki Master guide be a colleague? He was a nice colleague and had both physical and mental strength. And a good heart. A Native Hawaiian.  I figured that was enough, and I accepted it as such. I did not compare to others who got Archangels and Ascended Masters as their guides during the class.

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Fast forward two years later. I go to a conference in Big Island. My hotel room given has a view more of a stone structure and mountain than the ocean view I requested. The room has a darkness to it. And there is the whine of a fan from the kitchen of the restaurant across the walkway. I am so uncomfortable I ask for a new room. And I get it, I get an ocean view with the pool between me and the water! I was told that the kind of room I had in mind had been an 'Ocean Front', but this room was nice. I didn't care what happened, as long as I was away from the darkness I had felt in that other room.

Earlier I had hoped to befriend another Lightworker on this trip. We had exchanged a few emails. In my heart of hearts I wanted to know my Hawaiian Name. There was a past life there, I could tell. I wanted to know the Truth about my past life from this Kahuna on the island.

The Truth I found out was that the prospect of meeting this Lightworker was the carrot spirit had used to get me on this trip. Once there, we had a Tsunami warning with full evacuation. (Of course I did energy work for protection, and asked for protection from every Lightworker I knew, except for that ONE, of course. It worked! Mahalo!) This Lightworker wanted nothing to do with me, and I vowed never to make contact again. And I was glad, too, because he was in tight with Kamehameha. He had found his spirit, like an old man, and set him free, he said during our one and only phone call. Why on earth would anyone want to do that? I asked, surprised. He was a bloodthirsty monster! I was told by this Lightworker, 'no, he wasn't that way at all. He was thankful.'

Funny, because before I left mainland, Pele had promised to give my honor back from the disrespect of the Lightworker to me, by working with Kamehameha...

That room was in a Rockefeller built hotel. Iluminati. I did energy work as guided, and put up a vortex on the whole site, claiming it for the Light. I felt the energy 'release' from the builders. (Incidentally the shape of this building is much like a Heiau)

Since there was a 'keep out of the ocean' warning the following day,  I drove up north, towards those mountains. There was a historic landmark there, Pu'ukohola Heiau. This one has quite a story. I had on a sleeveless dress, and the sun was hot. I went into the gift shop and bought a tee shirt. I also joined the club offer they were selling. Then I went out to sketch the Heiau. As I 'sketched' I did energy work. I was interrupted by the clerk, whose name is similar to a famous cartoon mermaid, which was a sign. (I love that mermaid, and all mermaids) She told me of her amakua, Shark. She told me why we aren't allowed on the Heiau, in a nice way. I thanked her and she left.

Then I continued to do what spirit asked me to do. (It was Illuminati that asked Kamehameha to build the Heiau) Later I will add a link to my earlier blog for what I saw. For now, all you need to know is big vortex white. And also, that I 'met' Kamehameha. He was working for good in the Vortex. Big and strong, smart and royal. I could not hate him any more. I was wrong.

It was then that I learned in my Hawaiian Past Life I had been his daughter, his favorite one from his favorite wife. The resentment was from his being away so much, and the way society treated the women--there were no warriors or kahunas--it was denied women and only men could aspire to it. It was 'kapu', forbidden.

We made peace.

He helped me in Energy Work elsewhere upon the Island. There is a big golden vortex somewhere where the energy was 'stuck' and only he could unblock it. I saw him open that with all his might. This was offshore at another 'site' where I 'sketched'.

As a child, Kamehameha had a different name. It was Pai'ea, a kind of crab that lives on a near vertical cliff and is fearless. My Hawaiian name, at the time of knowing the Lightworker 'carrot', was Pili, or Au'Pili. I thought it meant 'one who sticks to you like glue'. Someone with a 'Pili left a comment on one of these blog posts. I looked it up. That one meant 'spiritual'. When I boarded the plane, I was told my Hawaiian name was 'Hoku', and 'Au'pili' was a joke to point out how annoying I had been to that Hawaiian Kahuna. Although I loved then name 'Hoku' more than anything, by itself it just did not seem enough. So I added my father's childhood name in honor of him--to make it:  Hokupai'ea.

At the visitor's center when I was on my way out from Pu'ukohola Heiau, there was a life-size mural of Kamehameha in his prime.

He looked just like Dr. Lanai...

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

Ariel, Ali'i and Kapu at the Visitor's Center

Intuition is that quiet voice inside that is your Higher Self trying to talk to you. I am different. I listen ninety percent of the time. This afternoon, following my intuition got me Kamehameha, his cousin Keoua Kuahu'ula, Queen Liliokukalani, King David Kalakaua, and Pele herself, at the visitor center. I met the granddaughter of the last Kahuna at Pu'uhonua o Honaunau. Her name is Ariel, and was born years before the Mermaid in the film was made...

Early November is Ancient Hawaiian New Year. Does that strike a bell? The Peaceful, Goddess worshipping Celtics had their New Year begin at the same time. Samhain, or All Hallow's Eve, is the New Year's Eve for Pagans! And here I am, in Kamehameha land, on the anniversary of the dedication of Pu'ukohola Heiau. Me, a member of the whale family (thanks to Sea World, my pod), at the Temple to the War God Ku on the hill of whales! Human ritual sacrifice was done at this place!

So, I had been in contact with Kamehameha, as medium, since one week before this trip, at home. He was with me at the airport, today at breakfast, and as I went on a random drive, ended up at his Heiau. I saw movies of his childhood, or the offering of gifts ceremony...did you know his real name was Pai'ia? And that his foster father was Nai'ame? And that Kamehameha was seven feet tall? That's like Pau Gasol of the Lakers!

I went to buy a tee shirt to cover my shoulders, for I was in a sleeveless dress and planned to paint scenery. The sales clerk asked me what island I was from? I said I want to live here, but I am from California. Later, I shared about Reiki, and my being Reiki Doc. She had Reiki in her family, too, her husband's cousin is a big name on Oahu. She smiled and said she had picked up my energy, and that is what made her think I was a local. It was the Reiki...

So here I go up to the bench, sharpening pencils and sketching the Heiau...when I get the signal to Divine Peace Heal the temple for all of the human sacrifices. I was pretending to do art, just like I look like I am doing anesthesia, while I heal whatever is at hand. But next I know, Ariel finds me. I had not gotten the fifteen percent discount from membership on my shirts, she had redone the charges, but was missing a signature.

I found out there were bones of Keoua Kuaua'ula were under that Heiau. And that each rock was transported by a human chain over twenty miles, never once dropping it, so it was pure from the sea. And that she was the granddaughter of Abraham who was the last Kahuna. Plus she was the only one on island to make woven bracelet old style. I shared how I had made one at culture day at The Place of Refuge. She promised me one. She also said the Heiau is like King Tut's tomb...it is like a curse if I or anyone but priest went. Her amakua is shark. But she is afraid of water, and won't swim.

I went back to my Divine Peace Healing. There was a lot of movement, and I helped create Peace. A giant blue column of light came up. There is more.

Remember Cobra's Little Red Pill and Auscwitz? Guess who was advisor to Kamehameha? John Young, a 'lost sailor'. And George Vancouver, the explorer! Masons! Illuminati! There was a comet at Kamehameha's birth--he may have had Archon influence, I don't know.

But I freed the Mauna Lani last night, the illuminati Rockefeller-built resort whose main building is shaped like a Heiau.

Then there was a 7.7 earthquake off the coast of Queen Charlotte Island (remember the horns up and mischief at Point Alberni I wrote about?)

This caused a Tsunami, but fortunately due to the quick work of Lightworkers who sent Reiki and Healing to Hawaii, it was not as bad as the Japan quake Tsunami.

I am bummed cause I can't snorkel, so I take my time and go on a Sunday drive. And end up here.
I opened the soul cage that was built in the form of a Heiau on an important ley line that the masons knew about

Intuition Is Self-Love

The Lotus Flower blooms above the mud and water that it is rooted inl

This whole trip has had a lot of intuition behind it. I have been working with The Universe, ever since the decision to go. The depth of protection and self-love from intuition is remarkable. Here are some examples:

Should I even go?
See blogpost Kohala 7. My 'sign' was a license plate that had energy message with it when I saw it.

How can I get coverage at work?
A colleague who had birthday plans out of town the same week had the vacation relief person booked. Okay, I accept. If I am meant to go, I will go. The next day, his plans fell through, and I got coverage.

Who will run the household when I am gone?
I got a strong feeling to travel alone. Usually I bring family. I sensed need for deep healing. Out of guilt, I procrastinated on the planning. There was conflict with the father. Fortunately his brother was having surgery that same week. Mom stepped in. So did pet sitter. All at last minute.

Are you sure, on packing?
Intuition was very clear: buy four raw energy bars. You will need them. Bring mat for beach.

Fly First Class?
At the time of booking I felt emotionally I would need the support of this first-time ever mode of travel. It was prophetic--doubly so. First the 'friend' I had hoped to connect with on this trip and I had a falling out. He is getting the Sicilian treatment--he doesn't exist to me any more. Second, on the connector was a man who broke my heart and ruined my career in academic medicine, with his new fiancée! I saw them by the gate, turned around, and hid in the massage chair (three minutes for a dollar!). First class got me on the plane before coach, and when they boarded, they saw me first. Back as a professor, I worked part time, and could never have afforded first class. He was glad to see me, and gave me a hug after shaking my hand and introducing me as his old teacher. I taught him how to float a swan (a catheter that goes in the heart during cardiac surgery). He is a cardiac anesthesiologist now, just like me. And it didn't hurt anymore to see him. But I did keep saying, like Bogey, of all the airlines in all the world, he walks into mine...the blog post on Galactic Free Press about healing Deep Trauma, and the concept that we are like apples with worms in them when traumatized. Even though the worms go, there is still the hole. We heal it by backfilling them with self-love. That is mt one task outside of conference this week: backfilling the holes with love.

Avoid the beach?
Upon checking in, I had no desire to walk around, or to dine at the waterfront restaurant . This is rare. I always do that when I check in! Tonight dinner was water, a packet of snack from the plane, and a spiirulina raw bar. But at the golf course after evacuation? Sandwich, chips, fruit all for free!

Although snorkeling is my thing, due to ocean conditions following tsunami, we are to avoid the water until it is safe. For days there are rip currents and undertow that can be fatal.

Now what?
Spirit has plans for me. I don't know for sure yet. But Pele and Kamehameha have made themselves present, and welcomed me when I landed. Stay tuned for more!

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