Look at This Picture

 Let’s all jump on buses, party hardy all the way to Mexico, thousands of buses, school buses, greyhounds, private vehicles—might have to throw some trains in the mix, that’s how I envision it. Take your backpacks, this is like #The Amazing Race.

When we get there, there will be no stopping us., we’re jazzed. We’re ready to take no prisoners. We’re citizens and we aren’t going to allow this action anymore. No child will be separated from their parents on our watch.

Yes and save your tickets, and your gas stubs, and send them to the White House. They won’t pay them, of course, but it will create a mess for them to clean up the way we need to clean up theirs.

Hey, we’re trying to run our lives here, clean up our act, become successful, happy individuals, and you keep throwing a monkey wrench into the mix. Shame on you.

On the day after Trump’s inauguration, almost three million people marched in protest of his election. It was triple the size of his inauguration crowd.

A lot of good it did.

Protests do work. But boy, they takes guts and tenacity by many people.

Since the 60”s, I’ve had the privilege to see this:

• ·        Civil Rights/integration fought for an won.

• ·        The war in Vietnam—gone.

• ·        Dress codes in schools—gone.

• ·        Men with hair on their faces and jewelry –wherever--Here.

(A kid in our home was expelled from high school for growing a beard. They should have applauded him.)

• ·        The appearance of food co-ops bringing organic food to the people. (Now grocery stores, seeing that people will pay more for it, are stocking organic food. And farmers are growing it.)

• ·        The grass-roots appearance of Natural Childbirth. (Now available in major hospitals, and with birthing rooms, not delivery tables. And giving men the courage  to be with their wives—and not fainting as previously thought.)

I get teary-eyed remembering this event:

May 25, 1986

Our family jumped on a bus with a load of other lively souls, and were driven out to the desert of Southern California where we joined hands with millions of other Americans to form a chain across America. 

 Credit Hands Across America.

 

“We are the world
We are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day, so let's start giving.”

Hell's Angels and nuns, Elvis Impersonators, Abraham Lincoln Impersonators all stood together as one. And I read that to fill some of the gaps; farmers had their cattle stand hoof-to-hoof.

WE ARE A GOOD GROUP OF PEOPLE!

Hands Across America, 1986

The Island of Fire and Ice

“In the middle of the ocean where East meets West is the Island of Fire and Ice, home of the volcano and doorway to another dimension and a different reality. Here magic lives, where the Earth itself liquefies and nothing is quite as it seems.” –Pila of Hawaii

That’s the Big Island of Hawaii.

I think I'll turn around.

“It sounded like if you were to put a bunch of rocks into a dryer and turn it on as high as you could. You could just smell sulfur and burning trees and underbrush and stuff,” resident Jeremiah Osuna told Honolulu television station KHON.

What challenges the people Hawaii are facing. And what about the Coqui frogs, the fishes in the bay, the tide pools, the mongoose, and the wild pigs? And, too, the gorgeous vegetation that is abundant on the rainy side of the Island is suffering from gaseous fumes.

Have you read that enough lava has poured over the surface of the Big Island to bury Manhattan 15 feet deep? A clear water lake has evaporated, and the Vacation village in the Puna district is gone, along with beautiful Kapoho bay that filled in during one night, and is now .8 miles of new land.

Oozing lava is fairly easy to sidestep, but now Pele, the goddess of the volcano, is upping the ante, squirting lava 1500 feet into the air and chasing it with hydrochloric acid and tiny glass particles. (Hydrochloric acid forms when the hot lava hits the cool ocean.)

While living in Hawaii, I continually wondered why I felt the way I did; feeling ill at ease, asking about the dark energy both my daughter felt. Despite the Island’s beauty, we felt unsafe. Pele whispers her message. She gives it to you, and then leaves you to decide what to do with it.

I’m sure that some of the inhabitants of the Island feel stuck without funds or knowledge to leave the Island. And it is home to them.

Some say, thank heavens for the lava. Otherwise, we would be inundated with immigrants.

Yes, a little oozing, but this is ridiculous.

And yes, the earth is liquefying there on the Big Island, and while Hawaii is expanding its shores, my book The Frog’s Song that tells of our experience there, shrank. Half ended up on the cutting room floor.

I’m not complaining.

I’m happy to be off the Island.

And if my publisher is willing to publish a tiny book, then so be it.  I guess, with your indulgence, my metaphysical wanderings that have been expunged from its original form, could end up here.

Information regarding the lost land of Mu--gone
Ley lines--gone
Tales of UFO's--gone
Find flow in one's life--gone.
Husband dear's trip to the hospital that gave us another reason to leave the Island--gone.
And the dramatic departure that I will tell you about later. I though was funny--gone.

When we lived on the Island we could see only puffs of white vapor and plumbs of sulfur gas emitting from the two-mile-wide Kilauea Caldera's floor. Now it is a sea of lava and the floor has dropped 220 meters.

Then

Now

However, the crater isn’t the worst of the trouble. Eight fissures have opened on the Hilo side of the island and are pouring forth their fiery rivers.

Hot lava has incinerated some 700 homes.

My husband read to me this morning that the Sacred Heart Catholic Church that has about 15 acres, is providing space for  20 tiny homes to be shelters for the refugees. 

“Three contractors came into HPM Building Supply with questions about how they could quickly build some kind of emergency housing for lava evacuees on the grounds of the different churches they worshipped at, Oliveira, the former fire chief, said.

“After connecting with Hope Serv­ices Hawaii, it went from a couple of buildings on church property to something bigger.

 “Things are moving pretty quick right now,” Oliveira said Friday. “If only the weather will cooperate. Things are so wet and more rain is coming.”

Last December, lava threatened the little town of Pahoa where we shopped and got our mail, but it stopped short of destroying the town. It didn’t cover the highway, the route out of town, as they feared it would, but went underground. Eight fissures have opened further on east burning up the Puna district.

 Still there a few miles from Kona

“On the Big Island, you are on special ground. You are at standing at a doorway where even the Earth itself liquefies and nothing is as it may seem. Many feel that to experience this energy will help them find direction in their lives.” –Pila of Hawaii.