Once A June Bride...Celebrating Twenty Five Years Of Aloha

Twenty-five years ago this was me and my college sweetheart--two engineers, two catholics, from the same middle-class background.

For me this was 'escape' from an unhappy home with three girls, a stay-at-home mother and a father who worked two jobs to support us. I was free! We even had a Bentley rented to drive us from the church to the reception. Remember, my parents discouraged me from my dream of being a doctor because A) it is sick to want to work with sick people B) these are the best years of your life and C) we can't afford it.

Fortunately, the honeymoon was on Kauai. As our plane from LAX landed into Honolulu for the connecting flight, my eyes filled with tears as the sheer beauty of Oahu overwhelmed my So-Cal native eyes... We stayed at the honeymoon suite at the Sheraton Coco Palms.

This was by the room. I wondered why there was a beach and no one could swim in it. Strong currents or something? But Kauai and I were a perfect match! The Fern Grotto, the Na Pali Coast, and snorkeling in Poipu.

We came back two years later to see a friend get married. He married a Japanese, but was blotchy. It turned out he was dying of AIDS, and I always wondered if the 'woman' he married, Setsuko, perhaps was a man...

It was that trip where the Spirit of the Islands started to call to me, and the marriage started to crumble. I bought a book by Serge Kahili King on breathing Mana. I saw my first menehunes. And I connected to the sea and the land.

My next trip was almost ten years later--that week off between internship and second year. I took my baby sister, who unknown to me likes to sit by the pool at the hotel the entire trip.

I left her by the pool and discovered this, the place of refuge. There was a cultural fair there. I made a bracelet, a lei for my head, and took my first ride in an Outrigger Canoe. I had 'flashbacks' of a past life for the first time.

I also discovered Pele. I left her an offering, even though I wasn't supposed to. She made me promise to return with my children and bring them to her. I agreed.

My next trip was with husband number two. We stayed at room 605 at the Fairmont Kea Lani, in a room much like this. He told me he wanted a divorce in the restaurant in front of everybody and made me cry. We slept in separate beds.

But in the Outrigger Canoes at the hotel, I saw my first Honu in the water. I jumped in and swam with it.

As a young attending I went to a Society of Cardiovascular Anesthesiologists' Meeting in Honolulu. I stayed at the W hotel right at the foot of Diamond Head. All of my worry about a 'curse' of the islands was not to be true. I ate asian every meal, every day. I rode a catamaran off Waikkiki Beach with a bunch of Japanese tourists and had fun even though we couldn't speak. I danced ballet with the State ballet. But most amazing, one morning I woke up to this question: would you like to have a baby? say yes or no?
'Well, what is for the Highest Good? What does God say?'
'Yes'
'Okay then, I will'.

Two weeks later I got pregnant!

When he was three, we went with the California Society of Anesthesiologists to Kaanapali, Maui.

We went whale watching three times in one week!

When he was five we went to Kona Village.

He 'met' Pele. And we have enjoyed time with friends. For more, see October and November 2012.

This last time has been the best.

Love works in mysterious ways. I never would be alive or 'awake' if I had stayed with ex- number 1, ex-number 2 or even the baby daddy (who never made it to 'ex')!

Mahalo and Aloha. Remember, no matter what, your Purpose and Vibration will get you through to a better place, even if you miss a Twenty-Fifth Wedding Anniversary party and cake.

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

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

Neil Diamond

One of the problems with multi-dimensionality is that time can appear to be happening 'jumpy' or asynchronous. (If you have seen the movie Men In Black 3, the character Griffin, the 'Unicorn' who is a 5D character, or have trained in Karuna Reiki (TM), you will understand).

I am sort of stuck between times right now. One Different topics. Neil Diamond is one of them. Let's start right now with him.

Neil Diamond


what they want you to think:  brooding introspective musician and beloved entertainer of all ages and time

what I picked up in the 70's:  cool music from a guy who really wanted to be a doctor but chickened out

what I picked up in the 80's:  trying to make a hit off of ET?!? Sellout!

what I pick up now: near the end of his life, a life lived 'well' by society's standards. I don't think I am going to cry for him, though, when he dies. How many people did he help lift up with his wallet?


Napalm Girl photo Viet Nam


what I picked up in the 70's:  someone really wants me to see their point of view. War is bad.

what I picked up in the 90's:  'that girl is crying for peace', says Kim Phuc. Wow! I cried.

what I pick up now:  both are warriors of the light, Nick UT (AP photographer) and Kim, for taking what life gave them and living with their heart. Did you know Nick's brother died 'trying to capture the photo to end the war'? Nick's legacy is doing what his brother's heart's desire was.




Being a Pioneer Girl in Little League Baseball


what I picked up in the 70's: I can do anything I set my mind to do, and excel at it. Baseball was fun.

what I pick up now: Why do mom's sit and not coach? Why do the boys look at me funny when I help them warm up? Why do some throw the ball hard and other's not? Why is the perception of women in baseball still all mixed up?



Growing Up Brady


what I picked up in the 70's: I want to watch it. It's my favorite show. And my friends, too.

what I picked up in the 80's:  I watched THAT? Campy. Lame.

what I pick up now: what a way to brainwash an entire generation of children into low self-worth. Ick.


People Who Ask You to Go to Their Church


what I thought in the 70's:  other people go, we don't. On the outside looking in.

what I thought in the 80's: I have mine but you have yours. I am okay with that. I refused to 'witness' like a youth group advised me to do. I thought it awful to sway another to my belief. They could see by my actions themselves if they were interested.

what I thought in the 90's: church is my refuge in Medical School and life struggles. How dare you Jehovah Witness try to change that? I was born Catholic and will die Catholic. End of story.

what I thought in the 2000's:  I want to raise my family in the church. And be a big supporter.

what I think now: Until the church's secrets on money and power come out, I loved it then but I am watching and waiting. Spirituality is like, every day. Church had me conditioned on time and wallet. Phew!


Pele


what I picked up in the 70's:  one scary story

what I picked up in the 80's: lots of history and lore. Somehow important to a culture of Hawai'i.

what I picked up in the 90's:  Pele is alive! I sense her. Out of gratitude I leave a parcel on her slope, breaking the rules. She makes me promise to bring my children back to her. I make that promise.
(I am childless)

what I picked up in the early 2010's:  I bring my kid and she is quiet. I hope she understands. And that I only have one. (I love walking on the pahoehoe lava flows and being in her presence)

what I picked up yesterday: she was more real than ever. I saw her. I touched her. In deep meditation I spoke with her in my heart. 'Do you need anything, Pele? How can I help?' and even more earnest, 'Am I doing okay in my assignment?'. She reassured me yes, she was fine, and except for some minor mistakes I was basically doing okay. And she will let me know when she needs me in the future. Not to be afraid. Everything is going to be okay. And she smiled. A shy, closed mouthed smile and looked me in the eye. Her hair is wavy and pretty and parted on the side. Her gentleness and power impressed me very much.


Namaste,

Reiki Doc