Well, Lahaina happened. I was driving in Wailuku looking over to West Maui Mountains and noticed it was cloudy brown, thinking it was pollution. I went home to Kihei and smelt smoke. Three fires, uptown Kulu, Kihei, and the big one in Lahaina. I attended the 8/8 Lion’s Gate Portal ceremony by Prema in Maui Meadows, not knowing how close we were to the fires in Kihei until I returned home to texts. Friends 4 minutes away evacuated, was I safe? I monitored the newsfeed. My quiet street was buzzing with cars coming and going at midnight, 1am and 2am. Until a water truck and yellow fire engine drove past my house did I pack my bags, bang on my neighbor’s door and tell him we need to leave now. James said he just closed his restaurant and sent all the Lahaina people away to the shelters. The only remaining hotel room was $5,000. James promised to bang on my door when the police used their bull horns to evacuate the street as they had done many times before. Curious, I drove up my street towards the red smoked fire. The locals were sitting outside with snacks, looking at the smoke. There were plenty of cars at the apartment where the road dead ends and where the fire engine disappeared. All my fears dissolved. Yes, they contained the fire. Yes, it flared up again in the morning. I then heard about the tragedy of Lahaina with all the unanswered questions.
Zoe, Rose and I did grid work where the beach meets lava rocks with families in the distant playing in the ocean, Kamaole Beach, Kihei. Pele came through, deep voice, fierce energy. We volunteered our energies, sound healing, chanting at shelters, showing up, and working late into the evenings. First Zoe left the island then me. Interesting how the sensation of its time to move shows up. There was already a housing crisis prior to Lahaina fire, and now more so. My rental needed to go to someone in need as did all the household items and car. I let it all go. Rio collected all she needed to start her life again, and Andrew was happy to have a home. I arrived in Maui with 40 boxes and left with 4 large 14” boxes and 10 small priority-mail boxes.
Shayla welcomed me home in Mesa. I appreciate her generous soul. She had the spiritual technology, Riff machines and such running. I slept between sacred geometry and linen sheets, surrounded by crystals, and blessings. I dreamt spiritual surgery was happening as I slept. The move was unexpected and the transition intense.
I moved out into an affordable furnished apartment 15 minutes away. Mesa felt like Maui with Asian groceries and assorted tropical fruit. My Hawaiian heart was happy.
I’m going to close this off with something I heard from a documentary “Atlas Shrug” by Bene Brown. Her friend did research and there’s a village in Africa (it always seems to go this way) where the tribe live in collaboration. The rule is you may only say your story 3x. The fourth time it must be from a point of wisdom. Failure to do so has you expelled. Perhaps my point of wisdom is to allow, to let, to be with and to trust. With each step in this journey let trust be amplified.
