My last visit to the Big Island was one of three specific explorations to Maunakea, a deeply sacred place revered by Hawaiians that stands almost 14,000 feet above sea level. I learned after my first visit to Maunakea to seek permission from the mountain’s Kahu - which I had done following my spontaneous first visit, another magical synchronous story. The message I received before my third Maunakea visit was to spend three consecutive days at the waters each morning, then to ascend Maunakea paying my respects at different places, and on the final day standing and offering prayer on its peak.
Usually on the evening of my Kona arrival, I watch the sunset at the Place of Refuge; yet on this trip there was another agenda (as Iʻve shared above). On the morning of my previous trip to the island, I began my three daysʻ journey escorted by a local. Upon my descent on day three of my return to Kona during that visit I heard, “do not return until unified”. Although Maunakea was not a part of my latest journey, I am warmly pleased to have walked again on the sands, lava rocks, and in the waters of this island of unyielding wonderment.
This current trip gave me visual and visceral reminders of what I feel when I am fully supported and connected, reminding me that my relationship is about the Oneness of Life and Its Environment, a Buddhist concept I grew up with. And the strongest reminder that my attention is best in the moment. Being in the here, in the now, fully embodied to hear and receive messages, and to witness how I initiate, and life responds.
Much continues to unfold. I awoke one morning after my return with this message: be in the inner and outermost dance of push and pull, expansion and contraction, motion and stillness, being led and following simultaneously. Seamlessly and separately feeling and being the sensations of my perceived qualities within the elements. Fully being embraced and embracing a familiar yet unknown essence.
As a CranioSacral Therapist and practitioner, I had the opportunity to take a CranioSacral dissection workshop in Sacramento and felt cerebrospinal fluid in my hands and between my fingers, gloves donned of course. It was an unforgettable quality; my memory beheld the finest calibrated balance of water and oil as one. Cerebrospinal fluid in some customs is considered the closest connection to the essence of who we are. The way I open when receiving a CranioSacral session is similar to the way I experience my opening with the Big Island of Hawaii.