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