More Mauna a Wakea: 'Warrior Rising'

Link here for the 'Oiwi TV video "Mele ma ka Mauna: Warrior Rising Hawane Rios"

Lunar Eclispe (in the sign of Aries). October 8, 2014, Spider Season, and the 8 Lies of Iktumi

 "... if you’re lucky enough to be on the east coast of the US, the blood moon will set on the western horizon at exactly the same time as the Sun rises in the east — you’ll be able to see the Sun and a total lunar eclipse at the same time — a weird quirk of celestial geometry that should technically be impossible.

 

The lunar eclipse of October 8 will reach totality and be directly overhead in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Those of you on the west coast of the US will see the Moon rise as normal, and then the eclipse will begin at 1:17am (Pacific Time), with a total eclipse occurring between 3:27am and 4:22am. The east coast of Japan and Australia should see the lunar eclipse in the evening, as the sun sets. On the east coast, the eclipse will begin at 4:17am (Eastern Time), with the total eclipse lasting between 6:27am and 7:22am." - Source

Astrologically-speaking two of my favorite astrologers said this about the up-coming Lunar Eclipse/Full Moon:

 Satori writes about the 'Prelude to the Eclipse."

"...The issues surround what you want versus what you need and both stand at odds with a rotting infrastructure. With the Aries-Libra opposition energy (Venus and Sun opposite Moon and Uranus) this means self versus other: relationship... It’s the need for validation versus validating your own experience...Watch the run-up to the early morning (Wednesday) full moon eclipse for those gaps to be illuminated. Once spotted, they can be fruitfully addressed or eliminated (Pluto).

Elsa sees the Aries-based Lunar Eclipse as a scene from "West-side Story."

"Have you seen, “West Side Story”?  It’s a perfect example of the energy described here. You just can’t stop yourself from reacting on a visceral level. It’s your primal instinct, activated."

On a personal level the Aries Full Moon and Pouli Ka Mahina is in Pete's 7th House of Relationships and my 3rd House of Neighbors/Siblings and Communication. Acres of wooded 'aina across the road from us has been clear-cut. The action has ignited 'reacting on a visceral level. Our primal instincts are activated. We are enraged, and frustrated by the brutal disregard for land and trees, air, 'aina (the land that feeds others as well as ourselves). When the man with a degree snuck in with his hired saws and machinery, I took this picture. I called my land-mate to ask if she knew of the hewa (wrong-doing) beginning. She said she did not. I said "It's happening now!" A year ago we stopped this clear-cut by going through legal channels including involving the DLNR (Department of Land and Natural Resources). Stalling the California-resident owner from the clear-cut was a stop-gap. We heard nothing until I heard the first fall of a tree on September 29, 2014. This morning the sound of equipment echoed through the forest before sunrise. The energy of the Aries-based full moon has been building over the week. In the Hawaiian culture, the Full Moon is actually observed as four phases of building energy. Each morning and night I have said my prayers after having said this Pule 'Aina at sunset when that first tree was felled.



PULE 'AINA
Prayer for the Land

E ke akua, he pule ia e holoi ana i ka po’ino o ka ‘aina
a me ke pale a’e i pau ko ka ‘aina haumia
He pule ia e ho’opau ana i na hewa o ka ‘aina apau

Oh God.
This is a prayer to wash away all iniquity from the land,
to ward off and end the contamination of the land.
This is a prayer to end the mistakes done to all the land

I pau ke a’e, me ke kawau
I pau ke kulopia, a me ka peluluka
I pau a hulialana
A laila niho peku, ho ‘emu, huikala, malapakai,
Kamauli hou i ke akua.

So that the bitterness may be over.
The ground will be covered with greenery, leaves and vines,
and we may offer again our prayers of thanks to you for abundance.

As the sun began his rise, Pete could not stay to hear and feel the devastation happening in the forest near-by. His fury was full throttle, and at this point a West-side Story scene would not get us far. So instead we dressed and climbed into our Subaru. I took a couple short videos of what we see at the end of our driveway, but, the videos are too large to include here. We turned right at the end of the driveway and in the direction of the rising sun to watch ka la begin a new day. The fog was thick. We were part of the rushing bikes and commuters hell-bent on making the ferry. At the traffic light that controls the ferry traffic we turned right onto Columbia Beach Road looking for the beach cottage a friend uses. We were looking for a small Crèmesicle cottage with turquoise windows. Among the mega-dominions about two-thirds of the way was my friend's cottage. It will be a fine east-facing beach place to come for respite. I needed to know there was somewhere to be grounded with the sight and sound of saltwater when I need it. My friend Morgana has extended an open invitation to sit and be there, I will return to the Cremesicle cottage another day.

The fog was still thick, the sun probably already in the sky behind it. We crossed with the Green-light and parked in the small park in Clinton. Once out of the car, Na Aumakua had something for us to witness. In spite of our visceral need to escape the clear-cut the gods, perhaps Uku-uku Grandmother Spider or her son Iktumi had one more spider's bite for us. "Ahhhh, if only the world was a better place," said Uku-uku. "Then I will be happy," continued Iktumi. The spider bite? This is what we saw driving down the hill into the ferry lane.



How do we 'listen' to the lesson Grandmother Spider has left with us today, on this Blood Moon, Pouli Ka 'Ula Mahina? I am a storyteller with the kuleana like the recorders of my ancestors, the storytellers who documented devastation and magnificence in their 'oli, the chants. What is the lesson Grandmother Ku'uku'u was giving me? "Oh if you were a famous author with words printed on paper ... then of course, you will be happy." Tempting and entangled in that web of illusion for so very very long I have struggled with the distribution of my writing. Trying this way and that way to publish on eco-harvested, eco-printed means. Over and over I have tried to make that happen. Because, of course, THEN I would be happy.

What is the lesson Grandmother was giving me this week, this moon leading up to the Blood Red Moon in Aries with an eclipse for good measure? She was letting me decide once and for all: NO I do not need to put my words onto the skin of trees for my happiness. NO I have seen the price of tree skin. NO I have felt the crying when one tree after another is felled for man's (or woman's) profit. $1.3 million dollars for the trees that became 'logs'? Is that what it takes? NO I do not hold the value of books, or houses, or fires with that regard.

After seeing the logger, the logging truck and the trees we knew as family and neighbors, Pete and I spent the next two hours at the end of Humprey's Road at a spot of shore overlooking Puget Sound. Glendale Shoreline is one of the only public accesses on this side of Whidbey Island. When we needed to find a place to invest our precious resources of personal and soul-fueled energy we called our friend, and kupuna (elder) Loretta Wilson. She and her sister Ruth are the sisters who inspired me to create The Sweet Sisters, two characters integral in my medicine stories. Loretta and Ruth were at a work party clearing ivy from old maples this weekend on the Glendale Shoreline. Pete caught Loretta on his cellphone just minutes before the two 'Sweet Sisters' headed off for an Eastern Washington car trip. In the nick of time Pete got directions from a trusted and respected elder, and we found this ...

a puka of hope

Who are the men responsible for the clear-cut on Forest Lane in Langley, Washington? 

Know these names, and reckon with them with caution!

The land owner is Jose Antongiorgi. He lives in Redondo Beach, California.

The logger is Jason Anderson, a 5th generation logger from Darrington.

The forester is Walt Michalec. He is the one responsible for all decisions being made.

When we arrived in South Whidbey Island five years ago we had been living in our car because I could no longer live IN a house, nor in most places because of the multiple forms of toxic products or processes common-place. We have learned through experience the dangers and risks involved in living a life based on the values of entitlement. "If I can afford to, I will __________." At first it was far easier to blame everyone and anyone who did not meet our expectations. But, eventually we would need to ferret out the attitudes of entitlement that clung or hid in our habits. Time has shown us the many ways we have been deluded by the 8 Lies of Iktumi. What? The spider lies? Well, yes he does but he is tricky and will often hold a mirror in front of him and it will be your/my own face and my lies that trick. What are the 8 lies? Here is what I have heard, the lies are:*

If only I were rich, then I would be happy.
If only I were beautiful/handsome, then I would be happy.
If only I were famous, then I would be happy.
If only I had more friends, than I would be happy.
If only I weren't physically handicapped in any way, then I would be happy.
If only I could find the right person to marry, then I would be happy.
If only someone close to me hadn't died, then I would be happy.
If only the world were a better place, then I would be happy.

* According to Billy Mills and Nicholas Sparks's book Wokini.

"In truth, none of these self-deceptions has any relationship to happiness, and in fact they present overwhelming barriers to authenticity." - Angeles Arrien The Second Half of Life

There are spider webs within and outside me, and I have felt the spider's bite. I age and grow more authentic as na hei (the webs) release the lies through the puka the holes and capture the potentiality for something to come. When I have been bitten by the spider Grandmother Ku'uku'u was trying to get my attention! This is a potent red moon, and with it I say my prayers to become more authentic and less deceptive. What magic is spun by the Grandmother. If you have read this far and still have the courage to explore more. Link here when you have an hour to listen ... for in this podcast is a chant for the Lunar (Red Moon) Eclipse. A chant for health.

It is spider season. Pay attention.

"The Clear-cutting Controversy: Myths & Facts"
"Clear-cutting the Debate ..."
"Washington Mudslide ..."
"Do Trees Have Feelings?"

Malama ka 'aina i ke kai ... care for the land and the sea

Link to the story behind the wave

 Liko Martin, composer of "All Hawaii Stands Together" speaks of his composition, sings the song and plays music

Pluto transits the 12th House: digging deep, hiding when appropriate, surviving to thrive again

 "With Pluto direct and headed deeper into my 12th house, I’m acutely aware of hidden or ethereal power, for good and ill. I feel it’s necessary to tread carefully as the 12th is the house of self-undoing and asylums, something I understand better all the time. Just imagine being stuck in a dark well for a number of years. You best keep your wits about you unless you want to be driven insane...
 Elsa P. 12/14/2012
" Hide or perish... I relate it to Pluto in the 12th House.
I’m pretty sure I’ll survive[Pluto's transit through the 12th House], so what I want to do now is milk the transit for all it’s worth.
It’s very powerful…and very hidden.
Just think about that a minute.  You’ve been counted out, but you’re more vitally alive then you’ve ever been before in your life."Elsa P. 12/09/13

Children hiding in caves


"As the propeller drone of an Antonov becomes audible, children scurry into a cave mouth and wedge themselves under boulders.
‘We’ve lived like this for four months,’ Hanadi tells me, a mother living in caves to escape air raids.
‘We boil up leaves and wild fruits to eat.’
In the fields below Hanadi’s caves, rather than standing crops I see graves of Antonov victims.
In Nuba, tens of thousands of civilians now hide in mountain caves."

Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/home/moslive/article-2125043/George-Clooney-arrested-Washington-war-crimes-Sudan-got-you.html#ixzz2n002tJIc

 He 'elele ka moe na ke kanaka. Lawe i ka ma'alea a kU'ono'ono.

A dream is a bearer of messages to man. Take wisdom and make it deep. - 'Olelo No'eau

I woke from sleep shivering. Yes, it's cold outside but the cold was coming from inside. Coming from the deep sadness. So often, these captive feelings find their way into the fiction I write, the myth converts the unthinkable into truth. The story transforms. And, it will probably go there into the mythic page, but for now the dream wants me to put it down as chronicle. Like my astrologer, Elsa P. I have the planet Pluto transiting my 12th House. The transit began just about now, 5 years ago. December, 2008. Pete and I were living in the basement "Kitchenette". The years of digging deep, hiding when appropriate and surviving [and believing] we could thrive again had begun.  We have made progress with the deep work -- the labor, the kuleana, the responsibility --- of making sense of life affected by toxic chemicals and the culture that has created convenience at all costs. In the early years of hiding we hid to survive. Like the children pictured above, and the situation which forces them into caves the collective fear weighs deep. Unconscious. When woken to the reality of the fear and the sadness, it shakes me. I feel it deeply. I Shiver.

What happens to me, all of humanity, when Pluto transits the 12th House of secrets and insanity is unique to the individual but collective in the culture in which she lives; and the collective is all of us. I did not know the children of the Sudan would show up as I began to write this morning, but that's the way of the internet and the process of searching. I googled, "hiding in caves + photos" and the photo above is what I found. I put it here and connect to it and ride the potential of astrological advice to "milk this Pluto in the 12th House transit for all it's worth." Yesterday I wrote about Aloha. It's the taproot of grounding for me. As I write I breathe it in, and take it into the hiding places within in. When I breathe out the words come and my fingers fly.

Pluto transits the 12th House of my Capricorn Moon. The lessons for me are about deep emotions relating to the 'Moon'/home/nurturing/mother. From the woods where we have parked our Vardo For Two the season of winter challenges us. It challenges me not to be asleep to the depth of feelings that are within; not to be so afraid that I act from arrogance; affirming the ancient wisdom of the mother/earth/my kupuna (the elders of my blood). When I woke with shivers, I dressed in the flannel night gown passed down to me just-in-time and pulled on my wool felt booties. The small stainless steel pot needed to be washed, I walked the short distance to the wash house where there is hot water. Not frozen from the cold temperatures the hot water came. I squirt some unscented dish soap into the pot and scrubbed it clean. Out of the corner of my eye as I rinsed the pot I saw my mother. Her portrait occupies a spot where she can keep her eyes on me. "Good morning, Ma," I wave and smile at her and think ... what a sweetie pie. Through the wash house door it's still dark outside, and cold. Glad for the booties and flannel night gown I return to the Quonset, pull the extra sheet from the door way and set the clean pot onto the burner. Hot water from our coffee pot allows me the convenience of measuring two cups of water to make the morning oatmeal. A handful of raisins added to the oats make a great breakfast. While the oatmeal cooks, I come to these keys and ask for the words that get to the deep shiver of the sad dreams. I hunt. I find. I put the words down.

My people, the Po'e Kanaka, have a history of digging, digging deep, hiding when appropriate, and surviving to thrive again. That kuleana, that responsibility persists. For me, as I write from the woods of the Pacific Northwest, the examples of doing and living the work often comes from the generation we have birthed -- our children. The link to a Tedx Talk in Manoa on O'ahu, filmed in October of this year (2013) is one of the fine examples of longevity, collective wisdom and ancestral abundance. Kamuela Enos was raised and lives in Waianae, O'ahu where the largest population of indigenous Hawaiian population on the Earth lives. This young man is the hiapo (oldest son) of Eric Enos founder of Ka'ala Farms.  Eric Enos is my age, Kamuela Enos is my son's age. During this transit of Pluto (deep and power) in Capricorn (grounded and meaningful) through the 12th House, a significant transformation continues and passes from generation to generation.

Enos opens with this thought to describe his kuleana responsibility, his work, his hana, "It's this notion of "Indigenization" ... taking the tools and the structure of the colonizer and repurposing them to be vehicles for our anestral practices and perogatives to be relevant in the 21st century. Link to the Tedx Talk to listen to Kamuela Enos' presentation.

I have warmed from the shiver of a bad, sad dream. Waken to the clarity of what I can do and do believe. I do my work. I write. I research. I tell the stories and weave the magic that is common. Common in the sense that I know there is a source of lasting wisdom and I head toward it. Make use of the deep transit going on in Pluto? Yes. Lawe i ka ma'alea a kU'ono'ono. E kuhikuhi pono i na au iki ame na au nui o ka 'ike. Take wisdom and make it deep. Instruct well in the little and the large currents of knowledge.

Activate your kuleana.

Ka'ala Farms, Waianae, O'ahu

Cultural Kipuka

"Cultural kipuka were calm and safe traditional centers of spiritual power where Native Hawaiian beliefs and practices were able to develop long before Western and Christian influences."- McGregor, 2007

Our son is living on O'ahu. A couple days ago we chatted and he told me about a recent study completed in Hawaii focused on Hawaiian (and Pacific Islanders) health. I've read the report and begun to sift through the details sniffing in my fashion as woman with stick (makua o'o) for the magic in the message. I found it! For me, as I wrote back to my son yesterday, the "cultural kipuka" was something to chew on and digest. This morning I used the cybernetic portals available through these keys and screen and found the YouTube filmed in the Waianae Valley at Ka'ala Farm on the Leeward coast of O'ahu. This is a film and conversation with Eric Enos and here I listened with my whole body and felt the heartbeart of my culture. (Press that arrow above now if you have thirty minutes to feel with your whole body.) Listen carefully for Eric Enos' definition of "kipuka" using the beauty of Hawaiian metaphor and the concept that is the papaku (foundation) upon which Ka'ala Farm restores and reminds Hawaiians of our true inheritance.

Nana I Ka Mahina Malama I Ka 'Aina Malama I Ke Kai Malama I Ka Po'e

Look to the Moon

Care for the Land

Care for the Sea

Care for the People

(English)

The HUNA Moon

was oh so momona (fat) last night. 

The sky was clear, the air cool.

Through the tall Evergreens

the moon with horns now hidden

becomes a familiar shape.

Pete and I waved at her.

Pete slept deeply (he's a Moon-child Cancer).

I was awake most the night (energized Scorpio).

EARTH DAY (that ought to be everyday!) CELEBRATIONS are happening everywhere in April. 

 There's one set for Saturday, this Saturday, April 16th in our Langley, WA community. 

Our friend Eileen has us at an information booth

focused on CLEAN LIVING.  This is a huge step

a go-with-the-flow down stream decision for us.

I've created an EARTH DAY BLOG in time for this event.

The month of April began with that rambunctious Aries New Moon

so there is definitely a whole lot of rock and roll'n going on. 

Coming up on Sunday is the FULL MOON IN LIBRA

agitated by a full-house of planets in ARIES.

Choose your actions, keep compassion close and realize fiery action ARIES

will cause things to happen.  Decide how to use that energy.

Our gardens are cultivated and the first sign of sunflowers are poking their heads out of the soil. 

Our lovely peas are starting to see their clingers

(I made that word up ... it's those pea arms that reach out and hold on as they climb). 

Now that the 'Ole Cycle is pau, and we feel the filling

flood of Mahina in this Anahulu

it's a good time to plant food that is ROUND, or will become round. 

The Kaulana Mahina recognizes 4 Full Moons,

culminating in the 'calendar' full moon

Mahealani. 

TONIGHT is MOHALU (the night before the 4 Full Moons) 
So sorry, I caught my error a day later ... Pete is always telling me "You're always jumping ahead."  Maybe, it comes from being born pre-mature.  Auwe!
Mohalu is a night to honor KANE, Giver of Life.
Make time tonight to give thanks, say prayers for those who are vulnerable and
 in need of extra aloha (that could include you, too)
With that in mind all 4 Full Moons are verdant, abundant, auspicious moons.

Click here to  go to the wonderful on-line resource

Fishing and Planting Native Hawaiian Moon Calendar

created for the web by the 'ohana on Maui. 
Mahalo, once again Maui 'Ohana!

SENSE YOUR PLACE: Actions we can take during the day and night of Lono

http://alohaconsultants.com/wst_page4.html

Each day I notice a few more visitors from kuu one hanau (the sands of my birth) here at Makua O'o.  Welina, welcome.  Though you visit without speaking or commenting, the comfort of your visits touch me where it matters when I see dots on our Vistor Map show up from Kahului, Lihue, Kailua.  Mahalo for coming.  My na'au needs the company.  When I need to hear the sound of a voice that can trigger island kine harmony in these old bones I call my brother in Waimanalo.  To hear his deep Sagittarian voice with the definitely pidgin twang is a taste as good if not better than eating a big slice of Ma's pineapple upside cake.  We have been through the ups and downs of six decades and after all that, we still have each other and it feels like we have come to a place of accepting the other with grace and appreciation.  I can laugh deepest with this guy when I hear that a small kid time friend who now lives in Georgia showed up in Waimanalo for a cruise down memory lane, Kuliouou Valley style.  Man, what a journey life is.

To 'sense your place' ... that o'o has a different meaning for me each time I pick it up.  This morning as I begin my day the pounding of hammers and nail guns next door reminds me the construction next door is happening.  Just a few feet from our basement digs here in Everett, I dangle my carbon filter mask from my ear for awhile ... pull it back into place and continue to peck away with today's story.  The huge big box of a house being erected next door is being built with particle board.  Particle board or "used to be wood" is one of the YUCKSTERS of contemporary construction.  Particle board is loaded with formaldehyde, and I (as well as all folks with MCS and the rest of the world, too for that matter) am very sensitive to the chemicals in formaldehyde.  I use the filtration mask to keep my exposure to a minimum, and in a day our Austin Jr. Plus foremaldehyde-filtering air system will add to the quality of air in this basement, and in our tiny VardoForTwo.