One day while on a wild goose chase—looking for a solar store—the four of us ended up on a remote tip of the island called South Point.
It was desolate and windy and one poor girl had driven off the road. There she sat; her car’s axial stuck on a lava rock leaving the car floundering. We couldn’t push her off that rock, and she had already—with the magic of cell phones—called someone, so apparently she was okay. DD and I, however, wanted the heck out of there.
Fascinating, last night I read that South Point, the Southern-most tip of the United States is a so-called energy vortex. Because of the lava tubes and the iron columns found in them, they interfere with navigational instruments. The Space Shuttle’s engineers know this, and use that area as a set-point for their instruments.
And then I read that a lady living at South Point saw a UFO fly, in a great column of water, straight out of the ocean and aim for parts unknown. The lady went into her bedroom, packed her bags, and moved off the island.
My hair has stood as high as limp hair can stand on more than one occasion as I was reading the Secrets and Mysteries of Hawaii. A call to the soul by Pila of Hawaii
People say, “I don’t know what I’m doing here, I just had to come.” Or “something called me.”
That’s what we said when we came here, that we were “Called.” Legend says that Pele’s job is to bring emotions to the surface. You who have read my blog know that in the early days of life on the island I likened our journey to an EST training. Anxieties, fears, worries, aggravations, irritations, all, like lave oozing from the volcano bubbled to the surface to be healed.
Some call the Big Island the Dirty Laundry Island. Perhaps what we were feeling was the swish swish of our dirty socks sloshing is water straight from Mauna Kea’s ice melt. People are being processed. Some are living Aloha; some are resigned to a life of struggle, or just resigned under the guise of “living in Paradise.”
Some have encountered their souls and in the process have recognized their destiny.
And now, what have I learned?
It is simple. Our job is to live our dream. It isn’t to change the world, heal anybody, or work on being enlightened. It is to live our dream and to encourage others to do the same.
"The idea isn't to arrive at the end of your life with a perfectly preserved body, but to slide into it chocolate in one hand, wine in the other yelling, 'Whoopie! What a ride!'"
(sign in a bathroom)
