It was 2 yrs since my first meeting with Pele and Big Island and I was grateful to have more time this trip, an opportunity to connect with the land and the people and drop in with the Pahoa Community.
It
was lovely to surprise my partner coming in from San Francisco by connecting
through Maui on my way from Kauai, I love surprises and very rarely experience
them, probably because of my sensitivity to subtle energies I often see them
coming before they happen, as a side effect it gives me pleasure to experience
responses by creating surprises for others J
Our
hostess on Big Island was H, who over a period of 3 yrs had turned her little
life-style block into an abundant tropical garden and homestay. Such a warm
welcome not only by H but also Pele who was threating to cross the road and disconnect
the residents of Pahoa from the main access route south. I find it fascinating
how a potential natural disaster can so quickly bring community together.
Soon
after we arrived we offered a public talk to introduce ourselves and our work,
to those who resonated and felt a calling to explore; embodiment &
evolution through shamanic energy medicine and sacred sexuality . . . In a
society that has been programed that sex is a sin and we are separate from God
it is time for a revolution! What better way to keep the collective
disconnected from their bodies and the earth, out of their power and easily
manipulated than by inciting so much shame, fear and guilt around sexuality,
which is in fact our life force energy.
To
me liberating our sexuality in a healthy, natural and organic way is a vital
piece to any individual on that journey home to self. So many spiritual
seekers, and I was certainly no exception, are all about love and light, pure
heart, enlightened mind however often, as also the case with me, I became an
incredible visionary for both myself and others with no ability to manifest or
anchor the visions and dreams in physical reality. Poverty consciousness ruled
supreme until I took the time to clear the blockages in my own lower chakras,
free my creativity and surrender to being embodied, in this body on this earth,
and volia my ability to manifest was reclaimed instantly!
I
enjoyed living on the land, offering private sessions and exploring the island
on my days off. This included a morning visit to Uncle Robert’s market, I
didn’t understand why I was more excited than usual about going to the market
and then just when I was going to get a juice I bumped in to my brilliant
little brother B. I had met B on my first visit to Big Island 2 yrs earlier, he
had left soon after and although we had been in touch a couple times through
email we really hadn’t much idea what each other was up to. As you can imagine
it was a beautiful moment of synchronicity that he literally flew back to Big
Island on the same day I did to begin construction of his new energy device; http://www.phi-tek.com
Sunday’s
were also a favourite . . . Sunday morning ecstatic dance at Kalani, a picnic
lunch on Kehena black sand beach and then afternoon and sunset community
gathering on the lawn on the red road :)
It
was on Big Island that I was invited to hold a one-day workshop for women, perhaps
more a sister’s circle of supporting each other into our self-sourcing
sovereignty. One day in sacred space making up for those Rites of Passage that
we didn’t experience that have kept us disempowered and in co-dependent relationships
for far too many centuries. I hadn’t held a space for ‘women only’ for quite a
few years and I had forgotten how beautiful and empowering it was for us to
gather in sacred space . . . I have a feeling that this was a taster for what
lay ahead . . .
Meanwhile
it was such a pleasure to explore Hawaii Volcanoes National Park, so much so
that I had to make two trips. The exquisitely powerful and untameable, wild
energy of nature, the raw feminine in her full expression of the fire element .
. . I bow in love, honour and respect and in so doing can feel her strength and
natural beauty within and pervading the limited human body in all it perfection
and imperfection . . . gratitude for life.