Coconuts in tree on our property
On page 65 he wrote:
“In the depression years—and there may be years like them in the future—we saw this same suggestive force working overtime. Day after day we heard the expressions, “Times are hard,” “Business in poor,”’ “The banks are failing.” “Prosperity hasn’t a chance,” and wild stories about business failures on every hand, until they became the national chant, and millions believed that prosperous days would never return. Hundreds, yes thousands, of strong-willed men go down under the constant hammering, the continuous tap, tapping of the same fear vibratory thoughts. Money, always sensitive, runs to cover when fear suggestions begin to circulate, and business failures and unemployment follow quickly. We hear thousands of stories of bank failures, huge concerns going to the wall, etc., and people believe them readily and act accordingly.
“There will never be another business depression if people generally realize that it is with their own fear thoughts that they literally create hard times. The think hard times, and hard times follow. So it is with wars. When peoples of the world stop thinking depressions and wars, they will become non-existent.
Life on the Big Island:
When it rains here it is as though someone unzips the big water bag in the sky and a Niagara of water drenches all below. It could be that our 6 week drought is over. Perhaps the vegetation will perk up now. It was looking a bit shop-worn.
We traipsed around in the little town of Pahoa today—well, we’re from Oregon so we do not let rain stop us, but it was cold today, not a fun rain. In the bookstore I was reading about life in Hawaii, and how one ought to investigate before moving here, and that it is expensive—that was depressive—but I am glad we moved as we did, full of hope and love for the Island. It’s true that as love affairs sometimes disappoint, so has this island shown itself to be extreme and processes its new inhabitants like a Militant EST training leader. “Do you deserve to live here?” It asks. “Can you take it, or will you run tail between your legs?”
I want to get the Aloha spirit, and we do feel it here—that the people and land are one. That the people look out for each other. That they offer assistance without expecting anything in return. Drivers are so courteouos you wouldn't believe it. Aloha is alive and well on the Big Island.
I came across this story: During a rainstorm two men boarded a bus. For protection against the onslaught they were holding newspapers over their heads. The one telling the story said he noticed that the bus was filled with Asians and that they were scowling. Strange, he though, they don’t like us. One lady came up to the man, and while still scowling, took his paper and handed him something. “Stay dry,” she said.
The other man explained that on the island everyone carries a plastic bag for such rainy days, and she was giving him hers.
