Letter from Hawai’i
Aloha Venetians from your roving butterfly.
I’ve learned a lot in the past four months living on the Big island of
Hawai’i.
And I mean Living, this Pleiadian starchild
knows her roots. Leave a Darwinian Lemuria to the Lemurs, this here is the
Motherland of MU. And as ascended masters on Mt. Shasta will concur, California
as well is a drifted chunk off the ancient StarBuilder’s Homeland
Sanctuary.
Well I’ve had my hands
deep in the belly of the earth, not so steamy as in the molten source of
Pele’s tears, but I’ve been pulling taro, Hawai’ian kalo, from
stream fed ponds in the sacred heart of Waipio Valley, where eons ago now
extinct tropical birds first welcomed Polynesian outrigger canoes navigating by
Arcturus, or Holekule’a, the Star of Gladness. This incarnation’s
arrival on a now defunct airline, (gas prices, who’s huffing?), landed me
in a heated G.M.O. debate, some corporate-minded scientists at the University of
Hilo having the audacity to suggest genetically engineering kalo, one of the
strongest plants in Creation and along with fresh fish, sweet potato, coconut,
bananas, and seaweed, the foundation of hawai’ian agriculture, just to,
you know, own some gene patents/stock for the future. This trip I became even
more aware of the ongoing effects of the Conquest, the Invasion, Contact, the
Genocide, if you may, and what the Hawai’ian peoples have had to suffer to
keep their culture alive, going from a population numbering in the hundred of
thousands to under 5,000 today. Yes, I learned the sorrowful details of the 1893
Overthrow of the Monarchy under Queen Lili ‘uokalani, as the corporate
masters of the day, including good ol’ Sanford B. Dole, destroyed a
flourishing ingenious agricultural system worthy of the gods and goddesses,
flexing military might to dispose the Queen and establish superfiendish
sugarcane and pineapple plantations and devastating cattle ranches island wide.
Of course, the wholesale deforestation of her fragrant sandalwood trees was the
first intentional blow.......I remember, and I cry for the forests of Mauna Loa
and Mauna Kea, home to the Goddess of Hula, Laka, beloved sister of Pele. My
admiration for Hula is boundless, an oral tradition of the tribe’s
evolving art, music, dance, and storytelling all woven as reverent prayer, a
potent invocation to and from thee above, sacred knowledge in the key of How to
Live as a Soul in a human form. Hollywood’s demeaning version of the Hula
and the capitalization of everything “Hawai’Ian” leading up to
today’s resort mentality is another example of corporate
beastiality.
Another recent controversy
is the flying of test C-17s in a flight pattern 300 feet over the entire island.
People living below, are just civilians in an ongoing war to them, with as much
rights as the next freestanding target practice. The people do have a voice,
however, and one hears many strange prophecies in the wind. There is a magic
mana of instant wish manifestation at play, if your desires are aligned with the
will of Creation Love. Give it some thought,
indeed.
Hawai’i is very nearly
Heaven. And some say where “God” will come down and draw the line. I
adore being part of this Great Mystery, so close. I’ve seen and heard
things beyond my wildest dreams... camping on Mahu-Kona, in February, I awoke to
the roaring of humpback whales only yards from shore. A yawing of soul rendering
proportions, I assure you. Aren’t we all just floating on the gracious
back of mama honu, the sea turtle of cosmic eternity? Doesn’t the rainbow
guru in the clouds appear to show us we are all One, and fade to remind us of
our fragility!!!
The rainbow children
of Hawai’i are as diverse as the exotic fruits I’ve tasted here -
mangosteen (the queen of all fruits), durian, longan (dragon’s eye),
chocolate sapote, soursop, poha berries, and my fave, cacao. I’ve cracked
open the wild red bulbous seed pods of cacao to suck the nectariffic sweetness
around the medicinally bitter purple bean. I’ve also harvested coffee
cherries, sucked their sweetness, removed the parchment covering, and roasted
the bean in a corn popper for my own delicious cup of
brew!
Attending a benefit for the
Farmer’s Union the other night, we munched organic micro greens before
viewing Roundup Ready Nation, a film charting Monsanto’s history as
Contaminator’s of the Free World, and, sadly, our hopes for the future.
From enlightened scientists testimonies we realized the genes inherent in
genetically modified foods attach to our already fully viable genes and, shall
we say, bluntly, attack them into unrecognizable chaotic disorders, (i.e.
cancer, diabetes, immune deficiency). Hawai’i, like Cuba, can lead the way
in the revolutionary move to organic sustainability, with an island’s
unique perspectives on vulnerability, as the metaphor holds, we are none of us
islands, there is no separation in what we do to one another and our home. The
key to sovereignty, true independence, is sustainability, and that is precisely
why the oppressors attack food systems of the people to subjugate them, recall
the buffalo slaughters, anyone?
Hawai’i is seeded with the key starpower/ people’s solution to free
ourselves from this impending doom. It is called Aloha Spirit, quite simply
caring about others as much as we care about ourselves, and sharing all
resources with care. We must heal the heart of the corporate psychopath now, by
replacing its insane emotions of greed and power with true Aloha and Malama
‘Aina, love for the land. Be careful of what you are wishing
for.
–Erica Snowlake
Posted: Thu - May 1, 2008 at 07:21 PM
