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Chapter 2

There is a time to be in grief.

Taking time to honor the grief and let it subside naturally.  You don’t want to deny the story or eradicate its memory. The story I can never forget, because it is engraved in my heart with my most treasured memories of love.

It was a time of great controversy in our beloved city.  A time of spiritual tests.

I stood alone on the open, domed terrace of my palace.  Like other buildings in Atlantis, it was made of fired terra cotta, and hung halfway suspended over the ocean.  It was a beautiful, cleanly made and impressive building with its spacious high cupola and view of the Mediterranean ocean.  The artisans and craftspeople of Atlantis were the recipients of generations of wisdom about architecture, engineering, and metallurgy, which is what made our city so rich and powerful.

Alone, but calm, clear eyed and resolved to face the truth, I waited patiently, listening to the pounding of the ocean waves under a dark overcast sky.

A servant announced my visitor.  Robed, with long white hair and bent with age but still quite healthy, my close counselor and friend crossed the circular floor of the terrace with a reverential demeanor.  My respect for his age was completely overshadowed by his almost worshipful respect for my position in the city and the depth of my wisdom, gained through many lifetimes of incarnations.  A great love and joy permeated throughout the air as we met, despite the gravity of the situation.

He approached me without a smile, and I did not smile either although I was so relieved to see him.  I towered over him in height as he handed me a scroll. Neither of us wept, but his eyes welled with tears as he tried and failed to find any comforting words.

Chapter 3

I don’t want to remember what was written in that scroll.  For a long time, the memory was lost, until through the aeons of time and many reincarnations, the one who I loved appeared in my life and retold the story of what happened to her, the story that I read in the scroll, told by one of our informants who had witnessed the events.

The grief that subsumed me also collapsed the energetic field of protection that I had been casting over Atlantis.  The laws of the universe redirected the energy of the deeds that had been done, back at my city, and there was nothing that I could do except to allow it all to pass through me as the thunderclap broke over my head and began the downpour that eventually broke the hills above the city and submerged it in liquid mud.  I watched the raging storm and lightning ripping across the sky as the reflection of my own inner state.  

MY Book.

The work of the hakaʻilo
a worm in the wood

At the end it makes a pattern, he work manifests

My dad was afraid of Satan and Hell and all these religious ideas.

He was afraid of the paranormal surrounding me.

When I do things that make me feel good, it takes me away from him.

I never understood why they were so mean to me, but now I know that it is because they were afraid.

sometimes I think that if my dad could come to terms with our pre christian culture and value it he would heal.


trauma associated with colonialism has been plastered over and immortalized with religion
how can we heal from the humiliation of being colonized, if we can’t be proud of our pagan heritage?  All colonized people deal with the same thing.

It took me 32 years to come out of the closet and claim my birthright as an intuitive lightworker with great healing to bring to the world.  I’ve been training and regenerating my abilities. And I’m ready. 🙂

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Chapter 1

It is the generational memory of subjugation by colonial powers that keeps that Irish stereotype going.  We need to redeem our identity as Irish people, as Druids. Lahey is a Druid name meaning “healing warrior”, that is what my grandfather told me.  

The four roles of the druid are sage, poet, warrior, and healer.

Chapter 2

There is a time to be in grief.

Taking time to honor the grief and let it subside naturally.  You don’t want to deny the story or eradicate its memory. The story I can never forget, because it is engraved in my heart with my most treasured memories of love.

It was a time of great controversy in our beloved city.  A time of spiritual tests.

I stood alone on the open, domed terrace of my palace.  Like other buildings in Atlantis, it was made of fired terra cotta, and hung halfway suspended over the ocean.  It was a beautiful, cleanly made and impressive building with its spacious high cupola and view of the Mediterranean ocean.  The artisans and craftspeople of Atlantis were the recipients of generations of wisdom about architecture, engineering, and metallurgy, which is what made our city so rich and powerful.

Alone, but calm, clear eyed and resolved to face the truth, I waited patiently, listening to the pounding of the ocean waves under a dark overcast sky.

A servant announced my visitor.  Robed, with long white hair and bent with age but still quite healthy, my close counselor and friend crossed the circular floor of the terrace with a reverential demeanor.  My respect for his age was completely overshadowed by his almost worshipful respect for my position in the city and the depth of my wisdom, gained through many lifetimes of incarnations.  A great love and joy permeated throughout the air as we met, despite the gravity of the situation.

He approached me without a smile, and I did not smile either although I was so relieved to see him.  I towered over him in height as he handed me a scroll. Neither of us wept, but his eyes welled with tears as he tried and failed to find any comforting words.

Chapter 3

I don’t want to remember what was written in that scroll.  For a long time, the memory was lost, until through the aeons of time and many reincarnations, the one who I loved appeared in my life and retold the story of what happened to her, the story that I read in the scroll, told by one of our informants who had witnessed the events.

The grief that subsumed me also collapsed the energetic field of protection that I had been casting over Atlantis.  The laws of the universe redirected the energy of the deeds that had been done, back at my city, and there was nothing that I could do except to allow it all to pass through me as the thunderclap broke over my head and began the downpour that eventually broke the hills above the city and submerged it in liquid mud.  I watched the raging storm and lightning ripping across the sky as the reflection of my own inner state.  

  Chapter 4

In Atlantis humanity was still in its innocence.  There was no monogamy because that was a concept that had not been invented yet.  In Atlantis we used energetic technologies that followed the principle of intention in order to build gyroscopes and plasma vortices.  Primarily we were metallurgists. From our work, which we always kept sacred, we became extremely wealthy.

What does it mean to keep our work sacred?  That means we always told the truth about the services we provided and the value of our materials.  It means that we worked in harmony, allowing those with more skill to enjoy their talent, while this with growing skill enjoyed it too and learned from that.  We valued each one in their own way. Primarily we maintained the energy of peace and prosperity with the actions of our craftspeople and from that sprang a benevolent effect around our city and the apparatus we used to sell.

The Atlantean culture traded with the surrounding area for food, sometimes using our food and other times with knowledge.  We were connected, at the higher echelons of intellectual life and government, to the Arcturian and Pleiadian cultures.

Aramaic

is a Hebrew language that I first heard of from my friend Matt Carl. Matt was on pot a lot and was afraid to talk to me so I only heard very few words from him because he was studying the Kabbalah.

When my dog came to Pahala, he had gotten cancer of the heart from eating people food. I asked my sister not to feed him people food but she did it anyway. He died in 2012 when my mom was on a Christmas visit. I gave him his special food and his heart exploded from joy because his joy had been restricted by the fact that I did not have fences available for him to run in safely on the farm. Now I have good fences.

Ernie was a bone of contention between me and my sister. We had been a team from the time I was 19 years old, living on my own on Wyoming Street in Kansas City. I’m sad that Starhawk took money from Dick Cheney to buy her consent to heal his heart when he had a mechanical heart. He was very nice to her, but he was lying.

All change involves a Death. My mom realized as I comforted my dying dog, that she wanted me to take care of her during a quick and painless death, like going to sleep. I sobbed over him and cradled his head as I managed to force out the words “He’s dying”.

Hero’s Journey

The Hero’s journey is an archetypal story of how human souls achieve spiritual power. The Hermetic principles are that what comes up, must go down and vice versa. So if you want to rise high, dig deep. Don’t be afraid to be cast down, because there you will find your brightest light. This is in all the stories. Remember, in the Lord of the Rings, the starlight that Sam used to rescue Frodo from the spider? Powerful stories are powerful because they contain truth. If you haven’t failed, you cannot rise above. This song was written for my cousin who is a survivor of ritual abuse.

The Hero

Birds are flying across the southern sky
you might not be good at love, but you’ve got to try
selfish and sad, you act like you’re proud to be alone
if you were surrounded with friends, your bad habits might show.
Tragic and sorry, and mean as a viper
hiding your hurt by being self righteous
forgiveness is a word you’ve heard, but you don’t know how it feels
to get or give seems dangerous,
so you’re digging in your heels
hero, go into the darkest cavern you can find
in the depths of Mother Earth is where your ego’s gonna die
hero go forward
there is no going back
gather all the courage that you have and zero in on your path
to find your way out, look for the glimmer of light
that tiny spark of hope
in the darkness of your darkest side
and rise
hero, rise
fighting your way out
a sweaty, bloody climb
clinging in the blackest bowels
with all your might
to your life
love is what the world was built for
clouds are scrawled across the sky
like animals leaping with joy
we are light
and we are one
hero, I’m on the other side
why don’t you come?

Liberation Poem

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Those who we accuse
of abusing
Were abused.
Maybe by someone they depended upon to be alive
And although they’ve decided to survive
Being alive hurts too much sometimes.
I have been there.
We can make new choices.
We don’t need to build on that foundation.
We can be the ones to break the pattern.
Inside is all the strength we need.
All the permission we need.
You see this USA country
Is founded on some pretty big lies.
Every day we deny
That we’re connected to the genocide
Of First Nations and Africans
And that’s the pattern we’ve been repeating because
We have not consequentially withdrawn our consent
From that pattern.
What the process looks like inside someone’s head
I imagine
Goes something like this:
If I love, then I probably love someone who needs me
To help them make this right.
If I love, then I probably love someone who needs
An ally to stand with them
In defiance of the program,
In disruption of the pattern.
So I just won’t love. It’s ok. What’s love?
It’s not something to eat or a place to live
A nice car to drive
You can’t knock your knuckles on it and hear a sound, so
Who will even notice?
And love, invisibly, starts to shrink.
In its place, a cold nothing starts creeping in.
Invisible.
Our world is dying.
We need to stop the denying.
In engineering, if we lie,
The bridge falls down,
The plane won’t fly.
It’s the same with Love.
By no longer depending on abusive
Ideology, role models of behavior
Or culture, for our money
For our opportunities
For our rationalizations;
By no longer depending on abuse
To define our identity
To define
Good and bad
How we react
Where we stand
What we’re allowed to do
We will start a new civilization founded on Love.

Some Gentle Words About Las Vegas

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Las Vegas was devastated yesterday by the largest mass shooting in modern US history.  The public is responding properly; calling for no politicians to express their regrets unless we begin to pass meaningful gun reform laws.

Of course the NRA lobby patrols around Congress like the Nine Ringwraiths, making sure everyone stays in line.  The NRA itself is given to grandiose hyperbole and corruption, and by their methods many know they are not to be trusted.

When asking myself how the NRA can be pried off of our legislative system, it’s necessary to ask if the NRA itself is a standalone actor or if it is in fact, part of a bigger context or ecosystem of actors.

This could be an organized ecosystem, like a conspiracy, or it could be a cultural context of enabling extreme ego sickness or what is called “narcissism” in the western psychology paradigm.  From my own healer’s perspective, this ego sickness is perpetuated by walling in one’s heart and the illusion of complete separation from others.  This makes it easy to commit atrocious acts.

The goal of this sickness – termed “Wasichu” in the Lakota language – is to experience domination and control over others.  There are paltry few other rewards to be had from that choice, and the negative side effects are legion.

The “defenders” of the Second Amendment love to repeat the phrase “Guns don’t kill people, people kill people”.  And that is true.  On the other hand, we’ve seen that other countries trust their government enough to pass gun control laws (they’re not constantly in fear that they have to overthrow their government) and they have zero shootings of this kind, which seems like a desirable outcome.

What if the NRA itself as an organization, is merely a symptom of this pervasive culture of selfishness that we give permission to, every single day as we justify how this country works and we justify our own detachment from other living beings, be it our mate or pet or the coral reefs and polar bears?

There is another possibility, which is more in the conspiracy direction.  John Perkins describes the way that assassinations are carried out in modern day society; which is that someone who is already unhinged is recruited by someone posing as their friend, who preys on the cracks in their psyche.  Using manipulation, this unwell, generally friendless and isolated character is hyped up into a frenzy where they will assassinate the target as a matter of course, when they have the opportunity to do so.  You can see that this second, conspiracy theory context actually depends upon the presence of the first, cultural context in order to function.

I do want to point out that all narcissists maintain control over subordinates by a system of non-correlating rewards or punishments.  From a dog training blog written by Tim Frawley, M.A. Psychology;

Variable Schedules of reinforcement are the ultimate goal of any intervention.  Like the Fixed Schedules, they come in both Ratio and Interval form.  A Variable Ratio Schedule of 3:1 means that on the average the person is reinforced for every 3 demonstrations of the target behavior. Reinforcements are administered on an apparently random basis, as far as the individual is concerned. Variable Schedules produce the highest rates of responding and the most resistance to extinction of any of the Reinforcement Schedules. Examples of the Variable Schedules are Lotteries (Ratio) and hunting or fishing (Interval). Most of us have most of our social behaviors reinforced on a Variable Schedule (Think of how often you are complimented!).  It can be said that these Schedules induce a kind of paranoia in the individual, who never knows when the next reinforcement is coming. The reality is that the Schedule has to be carefully set in advance in order to ensure that enough reinforcement comes often enough to avoid a phenomena called Ratio Strain. This happens when the Schedule of Reinforcement is set too high and the individual “gives up” before the next reinforcement becomes available. An example of this would be the person who has been paid every two weeks, whose employer decides that pay checks will only be issued once a year.  For most people, this would constitute Ratio Strain. On the other hand, if the employer gradually moved toward a “once a year” pay schedule, most people would be able to adapt.  Moving through CRF, Fixed, and Variable Schedules in a gradual manner, based on the individual’s abilities serves to reduce the likelihood of Ratio Strain.

Translated into plain language, this means that randomly distributed punishments or rewards can create paranoia, where people spend a lot of time and energy wondering where the next blow is coming from, and it also is used to train the subject to obey more submissively, since they don’t have any control over the situation.

My request to anyone reading this, is to please resist being conditioned by these events.  My own practice is to remain open hearted and connected to our human family and our living planet.  Neil Young says only love can break your heart.  We’re all in this together.  Stay open, stay loving, and we’ll get there.

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My healing journey prayer

I have been healing my sacral creative chakra for some years due to being touched inappropriately when I was three.  I don’t want to confront it, but it’s the truth.  I was harmed significantly by that behavior.

This is the prayer I used to heal:

I receive all the rights to my creations back with gratitude! Thank you.

I receive others’ agreement stating that I own all the rights to my shakti (creative energy), with gratitude. Thank you!

I receive the lessons of this experience fully. I value myself. The part of me that was damaged is now healed so that predatory people cannot take advantage of my wound and I only attract people who love and encourage my wholeness.

I am grateful to receive the help of wonderful people who I can trust, who will free me from whatever unhealthy relationship I had with the past so that I am relating to it and to everyone in a healthy, self-respecting, empowered way.

I receive the healing of this experience fully and completely into my energetic field and I release all cords between myself and The past completely, with gratitude, forgiveness and unconditional love.

I am ready to receive money and all the other benefits of my creation, to myself and embrace these rewards with gratitude.

And so it is.