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. 🙂
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.
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.
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.
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.