Conversion

Huna sits at the back of my mind, every day. When I catch myself in the act of a long, slow exhale, I become aware of the deep inhalation that is to follow. Like night follows day, there is a rhythm that I can pay attention to and know that I am not that rhythm... that rhythm is how I stay present in this 'reality'.

'Emerging Futures' is the child of Huna as a gateway to connecting body, thought and spirit. It is the connection that holds matter and energy together. It is the point at which energy converts to matter - or not. It all depends on what 'channel' I choose... I permit... my body to engage. My choice determines my channel; my channel determines my experience.

I have long known that the body is a quantum biological device (receiver, processor, transmitter) that calls to itself 'energy'. What I am still wondering about is : where is the point of conversion of energy to the experience of/in matter? Just like my tv: where is the point of conversion that takes the 'signal' from the ether and makes pictures and sounds out of it? Without that conversion, there is only static on my screen.

Perhaps Intention is the point of conversion......

Aloha!

Getting ready...

Getting ready for more….

I’m almost finished the 3rd edition of ‘Fully Alive – Awakening Health, Humor, Compassion and Truth’. In the next two weeks, it will be complete for me and time to move on.

The Huna book awaits. About 80% complete, I know that my own recent growth and evolution are an essential part of this unfolding conversation. The last two years – through which the Huna book has been written – have been somewhat strange and yet clearly essential to bringing closure to my writing of Huna as a gateway to the godforce within. It is a birth that feels, inside me, like it is taking its own sweet time – and more than the usual 9 months! I’m starting to feel bloated with my own potential, ready to burst if I don’t soon let it all go.

I love Hawaii. For me, it has always been the Kingdom of Hawaii. From my first step onto the hot, black lava rock of the Kona airport, I was moved by being there. In the last 15 years, I have been to Hawaii many, many times and yet never enough.

I know there is a connection between finishing my Huna book and my experiences of being in Hawaii over the last three years. Strange things: heavy turbulence, stormy weather and harrowing landings, the feel and sounds of earth rumbling and vibrating. Absent from my original visits, my trips over the last three years have left me wondering: am I to be here? In some ways, the Big Island has been saying to me – initially gently and becoming more insistent – ‘Do not be here, now’. It is not that I am unwelcome – it is that it is not my time.

I know that I’ll not be in Hawaii in 2007 and that I’ll be there January 2008. Why? I have no idea. I only know that it is not my time to be there. Perhaps it is my time to be here and to write. To complete the thoughts that are in flow before the new ones will have space within which to move, unfold and take shape.

And so, as in all things, I allow mySelf to guide and lead. Sometimes quiet, sometimes pressing. And always, wherever I stand is where I am meant to be.

I am feeling the need to be here – in this writing space. Something is calling.

Aloha!