On April 15th, at 2:00 AM I was awakened from a sound sleep by a female Hawaiian spirit. She told me to get up and come back to Hawaii. I knew she meant in spirit, not physically. It was cold that April morning so I got up and put on my sweats and some slippers. I went into the front room, sat on my couch, closed my eyes and pictured myself back on the big island.

I crossed my legs and sat on the beach near where I saw the second Ko’a. It was past sunset. The darkening western skyline contained a thin line of  pink and blue clouds. Out in the ocean, not far from shore, I saw an enormous egg-shaped, monolith. I couldn’t tell how close it was but it gave me the impression of great height and width.

I heard a sound. Something heavy was pounding the wet sand near the water’s edge. I looked to the left of the monolith. A young, muscular Hawaiian man, in traditional grass skirt, lei and head band was walking my way. He looked seven feet tall and was carrying a boulder in his arms. As he walked toward me his feet moved like those of a Sumo wrestler, slapping the sand as he stepped forward. I knew his intention was to approach me and put the boulder in my lap. If he did, I would not be able to move.

I looked to the right of the monolith. There was a beautiful, young Hawaiian woman, also in traditional dress. She had long back hair and black eyes. She smiled and held out her hands to me, inviting me to get up and come to her. In an instant I understood that I was being given a choice. If I stayed where I was, the Hawaiian man would put the boulder in my lap and I would be stuck on the path I was currently traveling. If I stood up and went to the Hawaiian woman I would be choosing a new path.

Without hesitation, I stood up and went to the Hawaiian woman and held her hands in mine. She looked into my eyes and said, “You will be given the gift of healing.” I returned to ordinary consciousness. An hour had gone by. It was now 3:00 AM.

I got up from the couch, found a notebook and pen, and began what has turned out to be my Spirit Walking Journal. After writing down my experience, I made a mental note to look for books on Hawaiian spirituality when I got up in the morning. I didn’t understand what path I had chosen and I wanted to discover it quickly.

Next blog: Defining my new path.

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