Points on the Landscape of the Soul

There is history here, an inner history that helps the soul to mark the changes made over time.  As I, the soul, review this journal, I note that, physically I have shifted from Big Island { the youngest and most volcanic island} to Kauai, the oldest, and for a lot of us, the most serene and beautiful!  I read with the awareness of a gold miner, attentive to the subtle shifts in consciousness and direction that can be found.  I do a lot of sifting to find the golden nuggets, to bring them into focus, and then to polish them into their greatest value.

This JOURNAL was started on January 24, 1999 in Waimea on the Big Island of Hawaii and has been holding these thoughts securely in its midnight blue covered notebook appropriatley called the “PASSAGES JOURNAL”, for over 15 years.  This journal  was designed with insightful quotes from well known writers, as beautiful reference points on the landscape of thought.

Rediscovering old journals is like finding hidden treasure.  As I opened this one,  the first thing that struck me was a quote from Emily Dickinson, America’s well-known and beloved poet and hermit:  “I dwell in possibilities” and  Iwonder what possibilities have emerged within me, the soul, over this span of time?  On the next page, another jewel,  from Oscar Wilde, the Irish poet and playwright:

“Life is not complex.

 We are complex.  Life is simple,

     and the simple thing is the right thing.”

Moving along, it becomes crystal clear, that I have been approaching this truth all along.

Today, 15 years later, these words from the master, Michael Angelo, might very well serve to inform  our entire society that has come to bank so heavily on the standard of “more”.

                                          “The greatest sophistication is simplicity.”

                                          And so, begins the first entry 1/24/1999:

Here I sit at home with the green hills and pastures of Waimea, alone, but for a jet, black puppy on the lanai and the great presence of the wind whipping down the steep slopes of Mauna Kea, relentlessly cleansing the air.  Restless ,the soul misses a true companion to share it all with…

Second entry:  2/19/99

Has God truly chosen to allow me to have a spiritual relationship?   One in which both grow towards Divinity together, becoming bestowers, rather than takers, givers rather than users, seeing the magnificent soul within the other at all times.

Third entry:  2/20/99

Such a fulfilling evening with A.  We listened to Peter Gabriel’s  “Passion: the Last Temptation of Christ” over and over again.  We enjoyed each other’s company.  I spoke of what marriage meant to me and he explained truthfully that he is still healing from the breakup of his.  I prepared dinner for us and invented a new “magenta” salad dressing from beet juice, avocado, and macadamia nut/ chili oil.  We drank a fine Bordeaux and sat side by side on the big chair for two.  He brushed my hair.  I purposely wore lavender and plum.  He enjoyed the colors and the conversation.  There is a great attraction here that goes deeper than what meets the eye.

AFFIRMATION:  I release all that is unlike love.  There is time and space for everything I want to do.  I lovingly forgive myself.  I am free.


Then there is a GAP of 7 years, this journal lay still, dormant, awaiting its time once again to hear more of the soul’s thoughts and to keep them safe between its covers.  The relationship that began the journal wasn’t meant to last; it served as a stepping stone on the journey to a Higher Love.  During the seven year gap, I, left Waimea on the Big Island and relocated to the northern most island in the Hawaii chain, Kauai, the Garden Island.  Here, I  lived in Wailua Homesteads, on the east side of the island, behind the Sleeping Giant.  Wailua, on Kauai, looks much like Waimea on Big Island.  It is on the mountain side {mauka}  and has green mountain slopes, mist, and cool temperatures. Yet energetically the two islands are worlds’ apart, each uniquely different and special; Hawaii (Big Island) is like a passionate teenager, full of extremes of climate and plenty of lone stretches of lava covered landscape that looks like the surface of the moon! Kauai, on the other hand has a gentle strength like a beloved grandmother, whose beauty has become refined through the years, sweet and naturally beautiful.

Fourth entry: 3/19/2006

8:35 a.m.

Mama Kauai has drawn lots of writing out of me, mostly in the form of poetry, however it does not lie within these pages.  More of that later!  This was the year that it rained for 40 days and 40 nights straight. A dam broke and subsequently broke off a huge land mass which washed out to sea taking with it 5 souls living close to the land.  It was during these days of massive rain in March of 2006 that this was written:

” I feel dormant like a seed, waiting to sprout, to be released from its softening shell, eager to emerge through the fertile soil, to bask in the sunlight, and to blossom.

In this season of nature’s turmoil, of shifting streams of water, earth, and thoughts, I know one thing, for sure, that Love is Perennial.  And when it graces your door, keep it in good company and balance it in true relationship with all aspects of your Self….in all relations, in all aspects of the environment, in your work life, with your friends, and in deep conjunction with your spiritual aim.

Rain, rain, and more rain. Rainy March promises  us a new and  brilliant and fullfilling Spring.   Knowing my fulfillment is coming too and is a part of the whole, eclipsed by nothing,  I await the harmonic unfolding of Truth and Love and all its delights.   A passing vehicle  blows its horn, as if to acknowledge the coming of a true season of love, as the gateway into my 60th year, upon the beautiful face of this earth, approachs.

       The rains have softened my skin and tempered my attitude with pliancy and patience.

Solitude and silence have birthed a longing in the soul for the shared joys of permanence, a blending of the present with the future, a forging of a vision shared, created, and nurtured by Love, a kind of love only dimly remembered in the recesses of reminisences of another place in an altruistic dimension of time that was befitting of gods and goddesses, heavenly deities, True Children of the ONE.

A metamorphosis of the soul is taking place in this quiescent, dormant state…influenced by the cleansing power of the rain which dominates the landscape and penetrates the cleared consciousness with a vision of true union and indestructable happiness.

 Beloved of my Soul, YOU are here, close by, experiencing me as I experience you through this most natural of occurrences…rain, rain, and evermore rain.  My soul is calling out for more rain still, more wetness to fuel the cleansing, to purify the ethers of this island where vice has taken its toll upon the aina in the form of greed and all its progeny!

NOW a Higher Love is being called into Being!  A return to the portrait (template) of Our World designed by the Creator for health, happiness, and prosperity.  All is coming alive during this time of the Great Rains that are washing the vibrations of Mama Kauai into her original, pristine form of long ago. Moving back in consciousness into a time when souls, too, were pristine as a mountain stream.  No obstacles cluttered the flow. Mama Kauai is reclaiming her Self and so am I.

Maya and all of her progeny have dominated the kingdom here thus far,  setting in motion, a trend, which influences souls to grab up as much of Paradise as they can and claim it as their own!  Thoughtforms of anger, greed, lust, attachment, and ego have filled up the etheric waves of this precious island, as well as the rest of the planet for too long.  Do not conform to these negative thought forms.

 Shift to another channel, another orbit!  Attune to  innocence and purity and the longing of the soul to recharge, regroup and  to unite with the ONE.  Put all focus on the Supreme as the Prime Motor of the Universe, the Chief CEO ,the One who never misses a beat!

The One who offers you true paradise on the palm of His Hand.

Master Almighty Authority, Ocean of Bliss, Ocean of Peace, Ocean of Love, Bestower, Compassionate One, the ONE who shows the way to Supreme Happiness, the Benefactor who invokes the children to listen, to follow, to study,  and to remember the Directions of One.

 Prodigal Child, return home to the garden within the soul.  Assess it carefully and prune the overgrown weeds that have dominated for so long and

Become a flower.

Grow without restraint like the perfect blueprint within the seed.

 Pay attention to the ONE and find your way back home, your True Home, your True Destination.