I never in my wildest dreams would have guessed that my all-time favorite Hawaiian goddess would show herself to me on pass one. I guess I’m a lucky guy.
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Table of Contents:
- Introduction
- Flying to San Fran
- Checking Out the San Fran Flora
- Riding the BART; Bay Area Rapid Transit
- Downtown
- The Piers
- Back to SFO
- Crossing the Pacific
- Landing
- Honolulu & Waikiki Flora
- My Hotel
- First Hawaiian Sunset
- Morning Across the Campus
- To the Helicopters
- Helicopter Ride
- Driving Back
- Paddleboard Lagoon Yoga
- Surf Lessons
- Feasts
- Fireworks
- Cultural Center
- Maps
- Meeting Views
- Rooftop Luau
- Pre-dawn Beach & Shops
- To the Airport
- Airport Views
- Flying Back
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Introduction:
Having heard about the Hawaiian goddess known for dancing, fire manipulation, island making, passion, and sexiness, I had to go orient to that realm for myself. With a little luck, I might get to introduce myself to her, or she to me. A man can dream, can’t he?
My first trip was to famous Oahu where all the surfers meet for the sometimes 100′ waves of the epic North Shore. I flew into Honolulu and drove to Waikiki, checking out some of the finest hotels, beaches, and eateries. After a doorless helicopter ride around and up above the whole island, I had my very first surfing lesson and two luaus. Falling asleep right next to a soothingly quiet waterfall, tropical starlight overhead, was even more paradise than I had expected.
Some of the most beautiful women I have seen anywhere were in and around my hotel at all times, as well as downtown, and I’m pretty sure I saw Pele at least once. That was the impression and vibe I got, and I’m learning to trust those things. Something told me to wait for them to decide to introduce themselves later, and to focus on orienting to their heavenly island realm, so that is what I did. Of course it pained me to hold off on initiating, chatting, and hanging out, but it was a good test of inner strength and character. I hope they understand.
Let’s be objective, though, and address some of the concerns of the Hawaiians, as well as my own. First, one of the Hawaiians showing me around opened up to me right away, connected well, and shared in a nice conversation detailing many interesting facts about his island. I could tell he wanted to say more, but was wisely keeping loyal to his own; I would have to wait a little while for them to get to know me better before being offered the last piece of their story.
Second, like all parts of the world with cities, Hawaii’s urban areas have some sprawl, poverty, homelessness, pollution, and crime. Some places actually give their homeless one-way tickets to this state because 1) they know they probably won’t ever be able to afford coming back, and 2) the mild weather year-round means they won’t freeze or overheat while sleeping outside, so it is a tempting ‘quick fix’ in the minds of some authorities. The result is an overburdened local population, with far more homeless and desperate people than anywhere else I’ve been. That, of course, has led to this otherwise storybook-perfect group of breezy getaways experiencing tense and problematic moments in areas slowly fanning out from its centers of trade. Hawaii might have remained nearly perfect otherwise. I hope to be able to help greatly with this in the years ahead.
Third, even the fortunate visitors and residents can sometimes be plagued with consumerism, obesity, and other issues common to the contiguous 48. While I encountered numerous people across Oahu who were in god and goddess shape, around half of the general population needed a lot of work and help in that regard. Virtually all of my time was peaceful, relaxing, and restorative here, but there were a few conversations with salespeople working at the base of my hotel complex who only wanted to push expensive package deals to the wealthy. I felt sorry for one woman who was doing this; she seemed on edge and in need of a commission. I was also warned by friends who’d completed past visits to Hawaii that there was news of a produce and slug-related health concern which the modern doctors were not fully aware of or capable of combating without the typical side-effects of American drugs, and the books I was later given while building an Earthship back in the 48 told a woeful tale of how the only real healers had to go into indefinite hiding up in the jungle-covered hills when the colonists came, much like how the real healers in other parts of the world were mislabeled as witches and overreacted to, to say the least; the people afflicted with current diseases did not have much hope, even way out here.
Lastly, I learned that those who believe in Pele say she tends to reside near or in one of the calderas on an island that was not within my range during this first trip; I would have to return and proceed to it directly if I really wanted to see her. That was a little saddening, but I still took it as a good sign that the information did eventually come to me, and that her kind seemed to be helping to ensure my trip to find them went well. In my opinion, any number of visits would be worth proving myself to her people who are said to have direct ties to legendary pre-Atlantis Lemuria. (And if you are not yet familiar with those two realms, I encourage you to start looking them up. I’ll talk about them a bit in my books, too. They are worth your time.) Hopefully just two or three visits will be enough to find and befriend them.
Setting up connections and making preparations for my second trip to Hawaii has already begun, not even one full year later (and I’m almost certain Pele came scouting the mainland for me at least a few times since I went scouting for her). This time, I will be zeroing in on some of the successful farming operations I flew over during pass 1. With a little luck, I’ll even get to work with and learn from a couple of them directly, and for a much longer period of time than I was afforded during the orientation expedition; months or seasons instead of just a week or two. That’s what all the offers on the table are leaning toward, anyway, and I’m happy to lean that way with them.
I’m guessing that Pele and other ancient Hawaiians will be watching and getting used to me as I complete this 2nd phase of explorations and studies there. Will I get to see all the islands of their chain? I’m not sure, but I will ask around and try. I’ll also be taking many more surfing lessons! Whether Pele shows up now or in phase 3, I will go with her wherever she may lead, whenever she chooses to make herself known. I’ll do my best in the meantime to just focus on helping however the people of her island want me to, and learning from their incredible well of wisdom.
Here is what I saw:
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Flying to San Fran:
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Checking Out the San Fran Flora:
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Riding the BART; Bay Area Rapid Transit:
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Downtown:
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The Piers:
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Back to SFO:
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Crossing the Pacific:
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Landing:
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Honolulu & Waikiki Flora:
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My Hotel:
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First Hawaiian Sunset:
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Morning Across the Campus:
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To the Helicopters:
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Helicopter Ride:
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Driving Back:
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Paddleboard Lagoon Yoga:
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Surf Lessons:
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Feasts:
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Fireworks:
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Cultural Center:
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Maps:
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Meeting Views:
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Rooftop Luau:
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Pre-dawn Beach & Shops:
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To the Airport:
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Airport Views:
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Flying Back:
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