'Aina

Today's story is about the land of Hawaii.

I am very close to this land, having been once alive here as a native Hawaiian. I have full memory of this past life.

So today we talk about 'aina (aye-nuh), or the land.

Ancient belief is that we are one with the land--she supports us, and we honor and respect her. Everything belongs to everybody. There is no buy or sell of land, much like with the Native American tradition, too. We all own it.

Last time when I was in Oahu, I decided to take my son to see this memorial. It is history. It is remembrance. It is a very nice place that is provided by the government for the people with free boat rides and free movie, and even lets people get onto military base. It is a little disconcerting because they do not let you bring in any backpack or purses. And the parking lot has high rate of break in to cars. But there is a 'locker' and for three dollars a bag the military will watch your bag for you...

What I remember is a fight amongst the people in the parking lot on the way in.

Woman, good Hawaii woman with aloha in her heart, was SCREAMING at the top of her lungs at some man who had gone past her waiting and zooooom went in and stole her spot!

She said, 'you SAW I was waiting, and you TOOK it! Don't leave your car! Don't leave your car here! Don't you DARE leave your car here!' and she implied she was going to damage it. (might I suggest a fish under the driver seat on a hot day?--just a thought--ed).

Nobody helped her. Her husband could not calm her down. And the offender? Resolute, unmoving, jaw set.

Another man and I we walk by, we shrug and I say, 'no aloha in her, huh?'  I also shrug and say, 'In L.A. it happens all the time--one F. you and flip of the bird and that's it. I wonder why she is so angry?'

If you are in Honolulu for any length of time, you will notice the airport is extremely active. For as many minutes as there are in the day that a plane can safely land, one is always coming. And another one is always going.

Those planes bring in passengers whose money that they spend is a life blood for the people.

cabin for second in command on the Missouri

'coffin bunks' for the enlisted

My mother is from the island of Sicily. Like most islands, Sicily has been an important stronghold for the military. It has been taken over many a time by one invader or the next.

The people have a sense of connection to their home, to the land, to their island. And they know and pass down this fact from generation to generation, including to me:  if someone overtakes where you are, don't be a hero, do your very best to blend in, and survive. You will outlast them!

Ni'ihau (knee-he-how-oo) is the seventh and smallest of the Hawaiian Islands. It is privately owned, and sold to one woman for ten thousands dollars in gold in the 1800's. (She was also offered Pearl Harbor and Waikiki) There is very little tourism on this island. And as a result, the income is with the military, who operates a small facility on the island but no one is stationed there. The workers commute from Kauai. Hawaiian is the first language of everyone there...here is more if you are interested: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Niihau


In 1886 the Prime Minister of the Hawaiian Kingdom, Walter Murray Gibson, gave a speech on the 'Progress of Hawaii since 1836'--to celebrate the Jubilee Birthday of King Kalakaua (who had died under dubious circumstances --http://reikidoc.blogspot.com/2012/08/he-mele-no-lilo.html)

Fifty years ago the tide flowed where now are some of our busiest streets; a small coasting schooner anchored where now may be seen steam vessels carrying the Hawaiian Flag across the ocean...Kalo patches and grass huts, unshaded by any tree, except where the cocoanut fringed the shore, have been replaced by substantial buildings and busy streets, and the whole shaded by such a wealth of lovely foliage...busy haunts of a commerce...brought with rapid strides to its present high condition by the wise and patriotic effort of the King whose jubilee we now celebrate.


It is also true that when the missionaries came to the islands, many people converted, and literacy rates went way UP across all the areas where the missionaries were.

The woman was angry because the Goddess in her has had enough.

There is collective memory of the past, which everyone can access,  where the people were one with their land, with their Gods, and with each other...

All of this has been taken away:

• western diet makes Native Hawaiian health very poor indeed.
• the 'melting pot' has all but destroyed Native Hawaiian Culture and Heritage (fortunately the immersion schools are making headway, and are accepting of all races into this education)
• the economy is so harsh that people work two or three jobs just to keep alive
• Hawaiian Gold Heirloom Bracelets, once on all of the women, have virtually disappeared--in its place are shady 'buy gold' shops in the strip malls
• the military presence since the original 'annexation' has never gone away.

No wonder there is a movement for the Kingdom of Hawaii to return!

Instead of picking 'one side' or 'the other', why not focus more on ourselves, our family life, our connection to the land, and our ability to 'make ends meet'?

Hawaii is an example for all of us too--it is more recent--but basically all of the western world has been taken over, and much of the eastern world too, by people who believe in the upside-down star--and everything that goes with it.

this medal is another example of 'hidden' Illuminati symbolism

It is time for the 'caretakers' of Gaia's inhabitants, the 'Anunaki', and whatever they did to our DNA (reduce it from twelve strands to two), to make some serious Pa'u opono--to nurture some very deep healing and justice--to those they had changed.

Our DNA is like a high-dimension fiber optic cable for Light.

They made the veil, the Anunaki, as well as other 'modifications'.

They quarantined us and separated us from Creator, both the Divine Masculine and the Divine Feminine.

What happened to the Kingdom of Hawaii is a smoking gun in their hand.

It is time for us to reconnect to what we are, and why we are here...to shake off the shackles of control, to release ourselves from the systems which control us.

And to govern as a people for ourselves again.

Not just the Kingdom of Hawaii, but the Kingdom of all Humanity.

Gaia wants us free.

Please think about what you can do to make it happen.

Listen to your heart.

Connect to source.

Follow your heart, listen to it.

And in small steps only you can do...take your sovereignty back.

It doesn't have to be fancy--it could be one plant that you love and care for every day--but in your HEART?

Set it free to love freely, to receive love,  and to intuit life for you, as it was created to do...






Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,
Peace,


Reiki Doc


P.S. all of the energy healing techniques--there were MANY in Japan---went away after the war, going 'underground' like Reiki. Our own Chujiro Hayashi did seppuko because he would not reveal secrets of Pearl Harbor and Honolulu layout to the Japanese.  The Goddess wants justice for this hiding of healing from humanity...please always remember and give thanks to Hayashi for his selflessness in keeping his honor pure for us.  http://reikidoc.blogspot.com/2013/06/with-respect-to-our-reiki-ohana-chijuro.html


P.P.S. This link was provided to me by a homeowner in Hawaii. It is an interview with someone who is uncovering the Dark Side of Hawaiian Homestead and was actually beaten unconscious and required nine stitches because of his investigative work. http://youtu.be/Y4XCUZFpeLY

Bless This Stress

"We want you to LOVE where you live, so 'like' us on Facebook' the sign said in the lobby while I waited for the board room to open. 

I puzzled over the connection between corporate advertising for my homeowner's association and my news feed on Facebook and my happiness?

The door opened. The line was slow to enter because there was a sign-in sheet. The homeowners and the landscape company came in single file. 

The four board members, and the community manager, were seated at the table with huge piles of paperwork and reports in front of them.

On the table was a box of cookies from The Corner Bakery, and little dessert-sized paper plates.

The cookies were for them, not for us.

Last night was an eye-opener for me, as a home owner. This entity has taken $330 from me every month, for over a decade. Yet, they have the ability to take over my house if I stop making payments. A friend of mine got a good deal on a vacation condo in Kapolei when their association dues jumped up from $150 a month to $450 a month. The people on fixed income couldn't afford to make the payments, and as a result, ended up selling their properties...

Love And Gratitude:

These people represent the community in their free time. They have business skills, and this was clearly evident. I felt appreciation and admiration for their service to our community, and for their gifts. (I even felt like in a way, the Council--the one I meet in 5D from time to time--with my mediumship--wanted me to see this is how they work. They are beings with other lives who use their skills in service just like this. I see four council members, plus SaLuSa, at the meeting room, when I go with my consciousness when I am in meditation and there is reason for them to talk to me.)

Outdated 3D Perceptions:

It started with the pool cleaning for the decks and the bathrooms. The cleaning company had raised its fees one hundred dollars for each. This hadn't been done last year. One board member, the one who raised the 'it happened to me so it's not fair to allow the homeowner to skip their late fees, etc.' and 'it wouldn't be fair to everybody' issue time and again, literally, said THIS: we can go over budget on this, use the operating expenses, let's get it done.

She was serving here self-interest! She wanted to use the pool, and she wanted it clean! She didn't mind the expense! ( it was almost two thousand dollars; the homeowner requests were for perhaps, one hundred dollars)

Things here were 'go for cheapest bidder' (in Sicilian folk lore, the saying goes, 'If you buy it cheap you pay for it twice; if you buy quality you pay for it one time only--because it doesn't break.')...

...'we need to table this' for just about everything.....'we need to walk by and SEE it before we know what is going on'...

There was never any respect to the homeowner, no sense of flexibility. There was distrust (well, we need pictures of the inside of the pipe for the clean out to see if there are roots because anybody can say there are roots.)

A homeowner has been trying to get grass in her back yard for ten years, with no success. There's little light due to the trees. She is so frustrated she brought old emails and photos, and asked if they would just please put astroturf up to cover the dirt...I could tell she had been to many meetings, with no success. It made me sad.

Assessment Of The Situation:

There are a lot of Councils in the Higher Dimensions. They work together, and although some members get 'out voted', for the most part, they make decisions that are in the best interest of those they serve.

Right now, on earth, our community council is a poor copy of what goes on in Higher D.

Furthermore, the concept of acceptable behavior in the business community promotes the value of money over the individual, and the 'me versus you--don't take it personally--it's only business' mentality that is not compatible with the Higher Realms.

It is for this reason, I ask for Love Bombs of Healing to be sent to the Corporate organizations, to small businesses, mid-sized businesses, and big businesses, whenever you are in meditation or healing time.

Love travels distance.

Love is never wasted.

Love Is The Solution For Everything.

As the Light pervades the 'status quo', all shadows--that is, unacceptable behavior that is hidden, be it for greed, power, or worse--will come to the surface to be healed.

Let us raise the Consciousness of humanity by really coming together with our hearts and minds, harnessing the power of our sovereign souls, to let Source know, we really truly know and want things to change...for the better.

Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Reiki Doc and Ross

P.S. Ross says, 'I give this blessing and am in full alignment with all that she has written. We in the Higher Realms, including Agartha, shall match you in your efforts. This is like a Fundraiser For The Light--for every thought, feeling, and sentiment you shall send 'up' for this request, your Ascended Masters and Evolved Spirits are going to 'match' your energy in efforts of our own.

Together we are unbeatable!

Let's win this one, for the Highest Good, for the Light, and for the Consciousness to increase to New Earth's frequency of that which exists in Heaven.

Together, let us usher in and welcome with open arms, the peace, love, and joyous celebration of Heaven's arrival on Gaia.

Just for today, will you allow your intention to make this a reality for all of humankind?

I appreciate your concern, and if you feel so motivated to add more to this effort of raising the vibration of the planet, go ahead. There is no limit to the success that is possible when we join together with our hearts!

Let us move forward, into the Light, in unity and justice for those who are currently oppressed by The System, beginning in this beautiful Now moment, as One Heart and One Soul. Let our focus be on Peace and Harmony forever, no matter what.

Mahalo nui loa.

Jury Duty and the Reiki Master/Teacher

It was surreal. I opened the envelope that was addressed to me. SUMMONS, said the big bold letters on top. With my name, a badge and a juror number.

Public service in court never comes at an opportune time. First it was college, then it was medical school. Residency. And now with an impossibly tight work schedule that does not allow for 'days off'.

The last time I served, it was by telephone. I never had to go in. But for some reason, this time, I misunderstood how to apply for that. And I ended up taking a day off from work (with no pay!) to perform my civic duty.

Everything about Jury Duty was surreal this time. Here are some Reiki insights from the day:

1) traffic and checking up on time: I don't know about you, but for me, sometimes time seems to 'stretch'. Although I was ten minutes late, I checked in on time, and there were many others behind me. I missed nothing.

2) old unhappy memories revisited,  a form of healing:  Around the corner from the Juror Waiting Room was the place I went to petition for divorce. I am so blessed now to be out of that relationship, and where I am now. At the time, it seemed strange that the outcome of my life depended upon the decision of some stranger, a judge, and the government. Court is a very strange place indeed.

3) 'Happy and Willing Juror' speech: in the morning, an 'honorable' somebody (I think it might have been a judge) gave us a spiel about why we should be glad to be there. The list of ten reasons ranged from guilt (servicemen and women do more of a sacrifice), to sparking interest (you can see how the system works), to reality (you have to). At least they were trying to make it light. David Letterman, he wasn't. And again, how government can take away time from your life is a humbling experience.

4) Lunch; The only place in my life where I get a ninety-minute lunch! Aha! At last they do something right!

5) Compassion: This was where the doctor in me, and the Reiki got put to test. In my heart of hearts, I feel this was the reason why I was asked by the Universe to serve today...

I chose to leave the courthouse and enjoy the sunshine while I ate my packed lunch. As I walked outside, I saw a white-haired woman sitting on a bench. I smiled at her, a genuine warm Reiki-infused smile. Something told me to sit down next to her, when she touched her hand to her heart and said she had sat down 'because I need a rest'. Cardiac disease. Poor thing.

It was more than her heart. Eleven years ago, in a robbery, her husband was incapacitated. He did not die until five years later. She was here today for one of the last cases. Karuna kicked in, and I was deeply moved with compassion for her plight.

The healer in me kept the conversation light. Deliberately, after expressing the appropriate condolences, I asked, 'where did you get married?'. They were married in a courthouse in Las Vegas. They were so poor they didn't even spend the night in town, they drove back. This was in the late 1940's.

Her smile as she relived those days was as bright as the sun. Her aura shone with pleasure and joy at the remembrance of her husband. They had been married fifty-nine years. I probed further, 'when was your anniversary?' It was in June. 'And how did you meet?' It was a classic date-with-destiny, meeting a friend of a friend because even though it was raining, she was hungry, and took a friend with her out to a place to eat. She knew at once she was going to marry him.

She reached into her torn wallet, and showed me an old, folded up, falling apart picture of a young serviceman sitting on a bench under an arch of flowers. That was her Cedric, the one that hated the name and went by the nickname, 'Plucky'.

Betsy, that was her name, expressed guilt at having kept him alive on a ventilator for so long. She wasn't sure if she did the right thing or not. It was hard for her to turn it off, after having been married to him for so long. And she said, 'One day, when I was really sad and talking to him about how awful everything was, I saw a tear run out his eye and down his cheek. Even though he couldn't talk because of the tracheostomy, I knew he was in there. He died of a pneumonia, when it was his time.'

I comforted her, as only a Reiki doctor can. I met her daughter, Lee, and they both walked away, their terrible burden lightened temporarily, never knowing who they met, or what I had done on their behalf. And that Plucky had brought her back to the courthouse one last time...

6) News: The streets are lined bumper to bumper with news vans. And inside is a microphone stand, surrounded by rays of electrical cords and an arc of camera stands. Twice I saw them by the stairs, with crews, awaiting the news of some court decision. News. They had it blaring in the Jury Room the whole day too. Fear. Why do they keep trying to sell it?

7) Love of Light: I can't think of a better place to beam Love and Light than the Judicial system. Seriously, this place is hell on earth. One man, a judge of some sorts on the escalator going the opposite way, recoiled at me...his energy, and I sensed it, was very Dark indeed. The money being spent in this pit of Darkness, and the disputes being sorted out are like a black hole sucking the life out of society.

Once the veil is raised, and our Intent is fathomable by everybody, nothing can hide. Therefore, there will be no toying with appearances and status quo and worldliness to arrive at a decision. Everyone will 'just know' who is at fault, and why they did it. No evidence will be necessary. No prosecution. No defense. There is Universal Law, and that's it. And the price for having trespassed it, is Karmanic Debt.

Namaste,

Reiki Doc