As an old soul, I often am in touch with my past lives. For example, I have been a Jewish slave in Egypt. I have total recall of this, and I have met a handful of people who were key persons in that slave girl's life. (They didn't know who I was, but I knew who they were and what they did to me back then.)
Sometimes food will trigger a recollection. Sometimes travel. When I went to The Place of Refuge on Big Island, there was a festival of sorts for us tourists. All of the ancient arts were there with volunteers to share them. I made a bracelet out of straw woven plant material that I still have to this day, sixteen years later. The plant lady with the medicines intrigued me. In my heart I knew the indigenous peoples were a lot smarter than the rest of us in little white coats today.
But although the place seemed vaguely familiar, it was when I got my turn to ride in the outrigger canoe in the bay there, that my soul flipped out in the time department. In my joy I was neither 'here' nor 'there' in some unforeseen place in time. I wanted to stay in that boat forever. When I at last came to shore, I sat on rock at the point for a very long time, dipping my feet in the water. It was then that I found my two stones. They just 'popped up' in my sight, and I noticed them. They were there for me, a gift from the Island, the Menehune said. (I see fairies and menehune too) One was the size of my palm, smooth, round, flat and red lava. The other was a matching size but white coral that had been shaped and worn smooth by the water.
Those stones helped me through residency so much! When I held them, one in each hand, white on the right, it would balance my energy. I used them a lot as I worked through my training. They are at my bedside today.
I have been back and forth to Hawaii many times since. My favorite is the chorus of little frogs at night that lull you to sleep.
But now we go into the title of this blog: He Mele No Lilo. It is the opening song from the movie Lilo and Stitch.
It makes me cry. It still does, whenever I listen to it. I cry at the movies, I cry on the airplane. Whenever I hear it, the tears flow out from someplace deep inside of me. I cannot stop it. I am not ashamed to let them flow. At the Lei Day festival in Honolulu watching the hula dancers, I cried to almost every song. A familiarity, a love I had not experienced before, and a significance I could not explain came through the music. It has something to do with my soul. Today I decided to learn why. I got online. Here is what I learned:
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