2019-7-28 – “Highway to Heaven”

August 2019

It’s time to leave the jungle realms of the Aina, to journey on from Hana Mana along the Highway to Heaven as it’s known, the one and only Hana Highway, a trek through winding roads along the thick forests of Maui out through the coast back towards Paia Bay.

It is a solo venture, as Peter has left for the Sacred Mirror Temple in Austin. It’s time for me to test out my mettle, to work with the rainbow within to walk the outer path deeper to the realms of paradise.

What appears on the surface as a road through the green, is deeper still the primordial pathway of the pilgrim, the rainbow road that stretches out through the infinite possibilities of manifestation with the canvas of Creation, the Akasha.

Invoking to find my way to the flush of green from the Hana Highway, a couple traveling witchy gals pick me up on the road as I hold the tone of faith and gratitude.

I sense it in the space, I say, our shared return to the sacred land, mentioning the magic. Inspired by my vision and pilgrimage, they pull out a book on Wicca, as the tones of the Fae flow between us. I share talkstory of the journey to the greenlands of Oregon, sensing that shift into the realms of Faerie in the present.

Driving down the winding dirt road to the coast past flush mango and avocado trees, they share a spot I must visit, offering to drop me there. A place called the Princess Pools, rich with Hawaiian lore of the Aina, connected to a princess who sacrificed her life to save the land.

The sacred path outstretched before me, I smile in appreciation at the magical journey unfolding. Of all possible places I could of been led… it was here.

The path leads me to a pristine cave blessed by the Aina.

The water beckons to me, and I enter in prayerful reverence… drawing upon the cleansing clarity of the elements.

On the way out, one of the true Hawaiians told me he was grateful for the land as he arrived, and as he and his wife jumped into the pool, I considered the ancient wisdom in that. Walking out to the road, a van passes ahead that says on the back “Aloha Ke Akua. God is Love.”

This is the only place in the world I’ve been to yet where I can pick fresh mangoes off the ground walking down the road. Where the abundance is so natural from the sacred land. I feel blessed. So much of my journey has been about coming back to nature. Of the dream of coming to the islands from my first visit as a child, which evolved into the desire to live in a fruit forest, after visiting many eco villages across the turtle island of North America.

Witches of the Wood

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It was time for me to move on, the window closing at Hana Mana. Invoking a ceremonial transmission on the Super Moon of the Lion’s Gate, I shared out a live video and connected with Ruah Rain. She invites me to stay at her cabin while away in the heart of Haiku. I hitch-hike my way there, and encountering her once again the Old Ways ring strong. We visit her realm of skin art at the Queen of Hearts.

The rabbit totem was strong with her, as were the arts of Fae. Descending the path into the jungle, a cabin sits at the fringe of the valley, where crystals and feathers adorn.

Going off on my own after dropping her at the airport, I see the new version of Lion King…

On the land, I work to get clear and channel the creative fire. To balance and heal the divine masculine and feminine within.

The Magdalen Manuscript appears in the cabin… appropriate to the alchemy.

Given wind of Iao Valley, I head as the rainbow bridge comes clear.

The Elvish Starseeds

Hitching to Paia, I meet Hope Reborn and her partner Joshua, an elvish artist drawing inspiration from the Aina. She hands me some of her work, as the themes of the mermaid, the Goddess, the world tree and unity consciousness appear in the field.

They tell me of Lokahi, a village whose hawaiian name means Unity, inviting me to come to Cafe Attitude, a regular speak-easy open mic of the locals in the depths of the jungle in Kipahulu. I recall Kudra Rose had mentioned her stay there before we had left the Emerald City.

Another doorway appears, a threshold of the rainbow road…

Walking along the beach, I look at my footsteps in the sand, reflecting on the beauty and impermanence of life… how precious is our mark on the path, only to be washed over by the sea.

At Mana the akashic angel Joy Love as she’s known introduces me to Jake, “a soul brother” she says with a smile. “Does the word, starseed … ring a bell?” He asks, as the shared galactic tone of the Tribe blossoms in the atmosphere.

My time at the cabin was up, as the road called to me once again. Signs appear, a card on the altar, the statue of the Pharaoh, and the death of the rabbit, all qualities of the cycle of death and life, of rebirth…

The Violet Vision

Dropped off at a cafe by Ruah in Haiku, I sit and meditate by a tree. Knowing not where I will go or sleep that night, what adventures await… I think of heading to Lokahi, yet am uncertain of timing. The Great Unknown.

As I listen to the wind flowing through the leaves of the tree, a serenity comes over me and I gaze above at a rainbow halo shimmering through the clouds around the sun.

A message comes through, guidance from Source. Surrender, just trust and allow the journey to unfold. So, I do just that, shifting into a space of ease and grace, where everything happens in divine timing…

Moments later, a man with a kind smile walks up to me, named Miles, and we talk of the magic of nature, how there is always more to learn and explore of the tree of knowledge. He invites me to come stay at his land nearby, offering me some fresh avocados.

I’ve got to trust my vision this time, and walk the violet hue of the rainbow road to a new reality…

I discover a land cradled by the Banyon Tree, where a garden spiral is held in the center of the field… where I’d help to plant fruit trees to restore the nativity.

A sanctuary guarded by the golden ram, where I’m offered a room to my own.

A book of Alex Grey’s art sits on the counter, and I open it to an illustration of the Cosmic Christ.

Showing many scenes within the collective consciousness and the heart of humanity, the reminder that we are made of stories… gradually awakening to our True Nature as Divinity.

A Conversation with Smiles

“I once met a pivotal character in my story in 2014, at the Hanuman Temple. Meeting him was absolutely magnetizing, like when you meet someone who is on to something that you’ve just gotten a glimpse of. He told me to think of him if I wanted to see him again as he took leave to camp by the library. The next day I went to look for him there, fascinated by our interaction.

As I was about to go, I stopped before walking out the gate, and sent for him with the intention that I wanted to see him. Then walked to the library. When I arrived, I couldn’t find him. Returning to the Temple, there he is, standing in the very spot I sent for him. As I approach him, he says with a smile, “You called?”.”

Miles pauses, calm and present, receiving the meaning of my message, and thoughtfully responds.

“There are Indigo children that speak of a neural network over the earth. That we can tap into and connect with eachother all over. Some are even mapping it.”

“We’re on the same stream of consciousness. That’s what we’re mapping in the Mythica, the web of life.”

I share the story with him of my meeting with Krystleyez at the shrine to the leylines, following the dream I was given to follow the synchronicities unceasingly and be led to a new reality, in the 2016 chapter.

There I arrived with her to the revelation that the synchronicities of our lives are connected in this Akashic Web, woven together as threads of fate. The next day, I first meet Peter Fae, and begin my work becoming a Mythica Author to reveal this very web to the World.

And now, again its evidence is revealed.

“The old ways spoke of Song Lines,” Miles speaks, “that each land had a song it wanted to sing. And that you could activate the place by singing it. Each place has a different one, and meaning it wants to convey. By following these lines, one would come to sing the songs of the land. They are also known as leylines.”

I flow, “this is what I came to see. Each realm has a different song to it, a feeling, that when we attune with this, we come to be an instrument for the divine. We come to see how we are one with the land, and reflects to us always some place within us. Through this, we can tune our instrument.”

“Natives would greet eachother by asking “how is your water”, meaning how is your flow, your feeling.”

“This is the feeling intelligence. Which is awareness of emotion as energy in motion. Its when we are more tuned to the web of life, that we can be in harmony with nature, eachother and the universe.”

“As Above. So Below.”

We go and watch the sun set over the ocean, as I reflect on the beauty of how the journey has led me to the Aina of Maui.

I discovered a new area, where holistic spaces abound. An ally unfolds to the Dragon’s Den, where I pull an oracle card, “Discovering”.

Return Visit to Mandala Gardens

In the inner temple Satya Douglas and I meet by the golden tree to speak of this very thing. How we connect in the roots and branches of shared wisdom, so we can get to the “Collaboration Celebration” as she calls it.

Training and Alignment with the Aina

A Band of Light

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I could feel a dawning, a halo of clarity dropping from the crown into sight.

I sensed a convergence on the horizon. That morning, I reaffirmed to devote myself to the practices and set my focus, to make the journey to Heaven on Earth. To chronicle the adventure and share the gift with the world.

Jake Luckman had appeared in the field, who first arrived months prior at Mana, sharing the resonance of the starseeds. I asked if he wanted to come to the open mic I was invited to in Lokahi, a village in the deep jungles of old Hawaii bearing the local tongue’s namesake for “Unity”.

As he comes to the fruited forest sanctuary I was at, he arrives with none other than Joy Love, who I first met at Mandala Gardens, when Peter and I were staying the golden eco-tiny-temple. I had no idea she’d be here, but I knew magic was a brewing.

I share my vision from the morning, of the halo. “A band of light.” remarks Jake. “It’s happening,” responds Joy, “Do you know Elijah Ray? He’s one of your soul brothers. You all look alike, like you and Jake.”

Inviting them to come down to the massive banyon tree in the sacred land, we shift deeper into the Mythica, feeling the cleansing and sanctified textures of the Aina envelop us.

In the lands beneath, of energy and sensation, green heart energy circulated in the stillness of our tuning in to the land.

A playful surge came over us as we connected with the banyon, Jake’s courage taking him high to branches and bounds.

Here, I felt the roots and branches that connect us all on Gaia, in the Tree of Life. I tuned in to feel the flow of energy move through me. Heading towards the top to leave, we look upon the ley of the land, a sacred vortex channeling the future food forests…

The Drive to Hana

So we started the drive along the Hana Highway, and as a postcard declared along the way, it’s a Highway to Heaven. We couldn’t figure out the directions, and ended up veering too far to the right, deflating a tire. As is the physics of the Quest, supported showed up in right time as we breathed through the trust in the Universe.

“Blessed angels, we ride” Joy says, as we take off once again towards the jungle.

“It was God.” Jake said, “we never know.”

“It was meant to happen.”

The vibrations of trust pervades the space between us. The first truck that appeared as we asked the angels for help. She arrived, angel wing born upon her shoulder, assisting us to replace the tire.

Joy shares how someone she was grateful of being reminded of, and Jake was filled with gratitude as it was happening. It was as we stayed in divine flow, that everything was revealed to be the work of the divine.

“Everything was revealed to be da kine.” Joy remarks

“We are so protected. “ Jake replies

“We are the band of light beings. The band of Akashic angels. Infinitely protected by source.”

As we go back we realize we didn’t have the exact address. It ended up making us go back for gas and finding the much needed directions as we found a patch of service. Stopping along the way at Hana in the night, again the banyon tree guides the way.

Arriving to Kipahulu late at night, we can’t make out the directions to the ecstatic dance that Hope Reborn invited us to before the open mic, so we find our way across a winding dirt road to a small shop marked by a rainbow sign to sleep for the night.

Discovering Kipahulu

Expansion takes the theme of the day, as we parade our band of angels across the coast, giving thanks to the Mother Earth.

“Raw is the opposite of war.” Jake says

Is that Lokahi ? We felt it. We see the sign shortly after, happening to be on the very road we drive past. We note the synchronicity. It’s not open yet for the open mic, so we made our way further to a fruit stand and local garden, where we discover a spot surrounded by bamboo with a roundtable in the center.

Here, the tones of fellowship deepen. That we are all in service to the Awakening. I share with them the weaving of the Mythica, as they channel ideas for a coming home gathering on Maui for the starseed collective. I help refine the spellcraft.

It was here I was blessed to connect to the Aina, sensing the sanctity and appropriateness that we had been led to such a grove of bamboo. Inspired by the deva, I shared with Jake some of the techniques of Aligning with Nature, of dropping into the subtle body to cleanse any blockages and feel the flow of ourselves as bamboo shoots, drawing the energy through the central channel.

To the Falls

I continue to document the quest as we are led to a nearby waterfall. There is a beauty to see how the path of trees unfolds, as I move between the realms and realities. Here, I stop to offer my devotion to the Aina, to drop in and listen to what wants to come through.

As we walk, I speak of the art of witnessing, of the photojournalism as being the lens of consciousness itself. That it is a sacred thing, something of purpose and mindfulness. It was in response to the past sense of my companions where the camera would bring them out of the moment, or get in the way of the magic.

As we approach the deva of water, I sense us shift deeper into the realms. The thickness of the aura of the aina envelopes me in its frequency. Beauty over takes us.

She calls us deeper, to enter into the healing pools of the falls, where hearts open wide, we are remembered Divine. I gaze up into the light as the heavens descend to earth, refracting through the streams of sacred water. There is a sense of our souls much like this, trickling down into existence from the Source of Life.

Within the sacred embrace of the mother isle, the waters washed over us, purifying.

Returning us to all that is holy and true within our connection to the land.

The heart of the child, playfulness prevails where walls come down, as we are left naked in innocence.

I enter and invoke the purity, offering my devotion and gratitude to the healing of the water spirits. Opening to be cleansed by the baptism of her grace. In this moment of glory and wonder, I remember, this is where we come from.

I shift my inner asana, softening into the surface tension, feeling my inner waters blend with and be cleansed by the outer water, dissolving the separation between the two. A union of this element within the inner alchemy, through my conscious intention and surrender to the divine will of perfection and intuitive guidance.

I recall how we are made of the waters, and that when we return to the sacred Land, to reconnect with these pristine elements, when release what no longer serves and realign with the Divine Design.

Discovering Lokahi

Heading back, we encounter Joshua, Hope’s partner, who shares raw food treats made locally by them from the blessings of the Land. He shares that the open mic will be starting soon.

Turns out that Hope and Joshua’s place was right near there, we had just missed it. I could feel the dharma in it, the perfection, of how we were meant to be led on this other leg of the journey deeper into the Aina.

No photos were allowed at Lokahi, as it was a tech free and EMF free zone. A potent gathering of the Tribal Galactic, here in an eco-village remote within the jungle of the Aina.

A medley of tones played across my form, as the sunset came and we found our way past the gardens towards the sea. Longing. Deep longing to be met in resonance. As I gazed over and saw the divine masculine and feminine coupled up in pairs, I felt lonely. Though it was beautiful to be met by allies, and to have encountered Ryan Harris there, one of the djedi buddhists, I felt an emptiness I could not quite describe. A desire for something more.

As night fell, I made my way towards the open mic, as the area began bustling with the tribe, some come from all over the island. I found myself amidst a surreal setting, a jungle cafe nestled in this village, with the rawness of real that I so had sought. As the speakers and bards spoke and played their songs, I could feel the Movement, expressing through the many of us as instruments of the Divine. I put in my name to play.

I played a couple songs, including “We Are the Ones”, as I felt the inspiration move through me. As I got up, I looked out at what must have been over 50 people, sharing of my witnessing of our awakening. It was a deeply surreal moment, where I felt our shift towards the very essence of the namesake, Lokahi, “Unity”. All people sharing a love for the Land. An earnest desire to live in harmony. To honor all our relations.

Characters Appearing

Joy Love

Jake Luckman

Hope Reborn

Joshua

Miles

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