Talk Story: the "Iole Dream

Last night I had a dream that was so vivid! In it, I had a pet store or zoo of sorts. I had many animals, not just 'Iole, the Hawaiian word for 'Rat'. I could pick them pet ones up and hold them, cuddle them. It was very warm and loving. I even picked up one that had no hair! It felt funny, not soft, but in its own way it felt nice.

I do not ordinarily dream. This dream must come from Spirit. My aumakua for now, is no longer Moa-Chicken. It must be now, 'Iole-Rat. I look up.

O kupukupu kahili o Koa-ka-mano. It said. Translated to English it mean: Many new lines of chiefs spring up.

Interpretation:
Upright--If 'Iole is your guide, you are truly blessed, for the qualities of courage, tenacity and resolve Rat displays are remarkable. Your consciousness is growing strong and you are growing bright-eyed, fleet of paw and swishy tailed like 'Iole. The links you are making are helping others too.
Learn some more about the knowledge of the stars - particularly the Pleiades - and you will be even more empowered. 'Star' spelt backwards is 'rats'. The glory of 'Iole is now yours.

Mythology:
In this lovely myth, 'Iole teaches the chief Makali'i the many qualities of generosity - and saves the world. It is set in Ka'u, or South Point, on the Big Island of Hawaii - a hot spot for its UFO sightings.
Makali'i was a selfish chief who came from the south to dwell in Kona, on the Big Island. One day he gathered all the food plants, stalks and all, and put them in a huge net. This net he hung up among the stars known as Na Huihui a Makali'i, 'Constellation of the Pleiades.'.
Once they had eaten all the food they had in the house, the people of Kona began to go hungry. And it wasn't just the people who were affected; the animals were starving too. So they held a meeting to discuss what could be done. First, a rat offered to climb a rainbow. He went up and up until he could jump onto the rainbow-colored net of Makali'i. He gnawed holes in the net until the food began to fall out. A piece of the net fell out of the bottom, scattering food far and wide. Some of the food was found , and people planted some and ate the rest. Some food fell in the forest and mountains where it grew wild. The earth saw saved.
The rat was clinging to the part of the net that fell out, and down they came together, landing in Ka Lae in Ka'u. The imprint of the net can still be seen, not far away from the rat's hole. When he was very, very old, the brave rat turned to stone, and his remains can be seen today at South Point.
The rat overcame his inertia and captured the food hidden in the stars. his bright consciousness is represented by the rainbow, which has the ability to harmonize all his different selves. The brave rat climbed up the rainbow and released the food. The net that held the potatoes stands for the net of consciousness. The net is a symbol of Lono, the god of consciousness. 'Iole climbed to the stars and transferred the knowledge of the gods. Don't we all need to do the same?

Illumination:
You've climbed a rainbow to the stars and now your bright consciousness is raining down and feeding the world. You are no longer eating animals, and are avoiding all products that are tested on them. Your Rat spirit guide is calling for you to help others to recognize the godly essence in all our creatures.
Your essence is of the stars, always existing in a greater perspective than earthly wisdom. Studying star lore serves you well. Are you drawn to books about the Pleiades for instance, which seeded the ancient star language of Lemuria? They remain in the sacred teachings of Huna and help you remember. Then you must help. 'Iole, O lihilihi kuku, 'the rat of upstanding whiskers', taught the earthly chief that he shouldn't keep all his resources to himself. Likewise, the star seeds on earth need to share their rich inner resources appropriately. For o kama a uli a kama i ka po nei la, 'the child of the dark and the child in the night are now here.'

Talk Story:
This knocked me with Truth. In 1996, the first time I set eyes on Ka'u, I wanted to live there forever. There is an energy to South Point (the southernmost point of all America) that was so pleasant I never could forget it. This Halloween, I was able to make the drive there one more time. I stopped at the bakery, and bought many tee shirts, guava rolls, mango bread and cinnamon bread. I also have a very strong connection to the Pleiades (I have all my life) and Lemuria (I wear a Lemurian crystal at all times). Who would have ever thought that Spirituality, South Point, Vegetarianism, and Rat could all connect?

This morning I had the last piece of cinnamon bread from that bakery I had been saving for a special occasion. I also had a cup of Peet's Kona private blend from my press pot.

The rat in the picture above is Mama Rat with her first pups. I learned so much from her! I had to give her away, to a rescue, because she was so much a rat that when I went to clean the cage she would bite me. That was not good for both of us. She also bit the rescue director, but he kept her in his room, and she was nice to the other rats. She was found dead in her cage around Christmas. I had given that cage to the shelter--a ninety dollar Rat haven--so she would be happy. The director cried over her loss. For she was a good mother, a good rat, and even to the end, true to herself.

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

'Iole card taken from The Hawaiian Oracle, Animal Spirit Guides from the Land of Light --Rima A. Morrell, PhD

Moribund Papa Rat

the transition symbol is often called 'Happy Trails'

I want to share with you about Papa Rat, not THE Papa Rat described in 'The Truth about Papa Rat'. That Papa Rat is too Mickey Mouse for me. No, this one is the one I rescued from the snake, the one whose roommate died in front of him, the one I bought a friend for that ended up being his wife. Together they have had eighteen babies, six the first litter, and twelve the next. My Papa Rat, whose name is Dad, for I named him after my deceased father who was born in the year of the Rat.

About two weeks ago, Papa Rat was the happiest rat on earth. He had Mama Rat in the cage with him, and I could tell they were deeply in love. They would sleep with their little arms around each other, one paw resting on the other's back. She was pregnant with his twelve pups. And life was good.

Ten days ago, I separated the two. She can get pregnant the minute the last baby pops out. We were done with new litters! Side by side in their cages, I left them in the care of a good friend as I travelled to Canada. He was fine.

When I came back, he moved funny. Kind of too still, hunched over, and gnashing his teeth the way only a rodent can. Soon he was dragging himself along the cage. Then the right front and back paws were extended. It looked like he had a stroke. I thought the end was 'any day now'.

If you look at my post a few days ago, I wrote that I went downstairs that morning with a box in hand to bury him in. He wasn't dead. The next day, he looked awful, and I thought for sure this was IT. I told my friend, who was dropping off the key and offered to help me with the funeral as I dug a hole, when I went back in to get him, he had MOVED! Creepy, huh? The dying pet that will not actually die. That was yesterday. (he had started moving funny while we were gone, and she felt terrible. I assured her pet rats don't live very long, and it was not her fault).

This morning, he was very still, eyes not seeing, but perking up to my voice. Tonight I expected him to be on the cage, and transitioned (that is what we spiritual people call death). I came home at eleven p.m. after a L-O-N-G day at work. He was still breathing hard. This time making noises. Rats shouldn't make sounds when they breathe. It is ominous.

I asked him what he wanted. He had sent a message earlier while I was at work that he had passed.* When I came home, he said, 'I want to see you one last time.' I spent time with him. I wish I had the opportunity to spend more time with my own earthly father when he was on hospice for pulmonary fibrosis. Today, because of my lesson learned with my own dad's passing, with this 'dad', I just sat. I told him it was okay to go, when he was ready, to the place where there was no pain. Of course I gave more reiki. And I listened to his spirit. He wanted me to keep the lights on. He did not want to pass in the dark. So they are on.

What about Mama Rat? She has been concerned. So I did what all compassionate people do for someone in pain. I gave her a chocolate chip cookie. She was delighted! She took it right away, and dragged it with her everywhere she went in her cage. I had to explain to her that what Papa Rat has is contagious, and she has to stay healthy for her litter of pups. She munched contentedly on her cookie, barely taking the time to acknowledge that truth, but in her heart, she understood.

To me, these rats epitomize the cabal, the dark hats, the illumi-not-any-more-i. Papa Rat's fate is like the ones who are going to be recycled to the center of the sun. He had a fatal illness that could strike any time. He was not right. Many rats that seem okay have this respiratory disease. You can't tell. In my opinion, Reptilian heritage is like that. And instead of dying a normal death (do you have any idea how fast the metabolism of a rat is? It's like 78 rpm compared to our 33 1/3. they should die quicker.), they drag it out. For whatever reason. And when you get ready to have a funeral, it moves! Like in a horror movie. Either way, it's gonna die. It's breathing hard, the eyes are not seeing any more, and it can't eat or take care of itself. In medicine we have a term for this condition: expectant management. Death is on the horizon. Death is the outcome. There is no other way out.

Mama Rat makes me think of the ones who are going to 'rehabilitate'. That cookie kind of makes them forget about everything else! LOL go figure!

Anyway, it is time for me to go. It's been real. And my pleasure to be here with you this time.

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

Happy News!

At the home fromt:

Soon I will put a photo on this post, but Mama Rat is the mother of six new baby rats. We are going to socialize them and turn them into pets suitable for sale in a pet store that does not sell feeder rats. There is one nearby, and if that does not work, then a shelter.

(Fortunately rats live two years, and if we do not find a place for them, we have ample his and hers cage capacity!)

This was the first time my little ones got to experience the miracle of birth. What had once been a common experience, the wonder of new life,be it kittens or puppies, is now a very rare experience due to routine sterilization of all larger pets.

They are blind, pink, and squeaking at their mama's side.

About Gaia:


There is a huge newsbreak from Kauilapele:
http://kauilapele.wordpress.com/2012/07/15/cobra-update-7-15-12-layers-of-conspiracy/


I am still in the process of reading it, because I am going through all the hyperlinks in the body of the text. If you are awake, and chances are you are, because you are reading this, it will be a sign that help is on the way.

What I have learned is that on May 5, 2102 (also known as World Freedom Day) the leader of the Rat-like humans, the head of the Black Pope, was arrested and taken to the Galactic Central Sun.

The more you would like to know about this, and all the key players in the Jesuit (there is a high-ranking team of military religious that run the world, Spanish in origin, who decide every War and Conflict, including the Civil Rights Movement in the 1960's) Black Hats operation.

It is fascinating.

If you click the Main button on the header, there are three new articles. Drake show, to be taken with a grain of salt. Then Salusa, which is excellent and very inspirational. And then Poofness (I know it's a silly name, but she is accurate)

Warning: these three posts are very Obama-referenced, one calling him a Super-man. I voted for him because I voted on behalf of the will of the people, I am no fan and I am no foe. I am neutral and taking my time to get a read on him. In fact, four years back, I suspected he was the Antichrist, as his look reminded me of something in my Bible readings. All I know now, is that he is a higher soul who has taken on a very challenging role. He was recruited for the part in all of our destiny, from a higher realm, to be born and do what he does. He has had death threats on himself and his family, possibly from the Cabal. I don't know. I try to use my intuition, and get a read on him, but I can't. So I let it go and wait.
If you are polarized on his political role and role in the galactic situation, you may or may not like what you read.


In Spirit:


I am starting to come out of a funk where piles would just grow on any horizontal surface of the home. My hairdresser had the same problem. We are both busy people, but it was ridiculous. We are both Cancerians.

After the plumbing leak in my garage, and the subsequent moving of stuff, I find I have done a deep clearing (many photos from old relationships were there), internally, and things are shaping up, albeit slowly.

The Cabal had the capacity to do long wave technologies, to scramble the compbatiibility of chakras (destroy relationships) and to made people unmotivated.

I am not sure if the disorganization was them, or me, but either way, it is getting better.

Namaste,

Reiki Doc