Posted by Lani on October 06, 2000 at 02:35:14:
In Reply to: Kala or Exorcism posted by Lani on October 05, 2000 at 02:48:47:
Aloha kakou,
Well with the driving of Kahuna Keonaona, we arrived at the home to sanctify safely and on time. What awaited us inside was unknown to me or her. All we knew was that the lady wanted/needed a Home Sanctification, and that she had also needed one eleven years ago.
We got inside and set our Kahuna Kits down. I have trained both her and Kahuna Lanakila in much of the koa lore of Huna, and they both have their Kahuna Kits for emergencies.
In taking her case history, it didn't seem that anything was really wrong. She just needed to sell that wonderful home, and it had not sold yet.
There were four levels or floors to the home, I took the basement, leaving Kahuna Keonaona to deal with the second floor, upon which we had arrived, and which contained the bedrooms for both of here sons. I hadn't met them before, but they were just kids then anyway. Now they were in their twenties, and lived away. They came to visit often, but otherwise she lives alone; with one of her son's cat.
The garage and storage was downstairs. Lots of boxes and a beautiful but not magnificent cars (I don't really appreciate expensive cars).
Using my Aurameter, I sent it sniffing out any trouble spots. Centers of evil or chaos. Suddenly it went to a stack of boxes, and settled on the top one alone. I opened it and there was nothing inside it except a great number of small brown nylon bags, all of the same cut.
I made several readings from several different vantage points, and the needle of the Aurameter always returned to the same box.
I called Kahuna Keonaona downstairs. The lady came with her, natch. I'm tired of calling her "the lady" and I'm not going to tell you her real name, so I'll call her Joan. Joan came downstairs with Kahuna Keonaona. Po mai'ka`i na mea e pau. And everything is blessed, Your pal, Lani
I had her check the room with her Aurameter. It went to the same box as mine had done. I had said nothing nor made any other indication of that box.
Just like last time, eleven years ago, the Rubbish Man was coming the next day, and Joan took the entire box of brand new nylon bags she had intended to see, and threw them into the trash.
I have no idea why that box should have attracted two different religious dowsers to it. I was thinking that the many folded sheets of nylon in there might have been transmitting Chaos. but there were other boxes there. And both our Aurameter were perfectly satisfied by the removal of just the one.
Perhaps one of the people who had made them was possessed or evil? I don't know. But it had to go, and it went!
Then we returned up to the next level. Kahuna Keonaona didn't say anything.
This level was the entrance, another room or two, and the bedrooms for the two young men.
Now we have to talk about "Emotional Effluvia". We spray out the emotional we are having. Others can pick up on it if it is powerful enough or the person sensitive enough. The Aurameter selects this too.
Adolescence is a time of great emotional swings. This happens many times in bed. Hence many time a bed is heavily encompassed with these lingering past emotions or "Emotional Effluvia".
But the first boy's bed was remarkably clean. Indicating a pretty happy and well adjusted guy.
This was not true in the second room. The entire atmosphere was think with an unwholesome "soup" of some sort, one could almost taste it on one's tongue when you breathed. There was a large object, like a dark cloud where the pillow is and the head rests. There was a lot of other unwholesome "stuff" on the bed as a whole. I told Joan that the boy was having trouble sleeping. She told me that he had insomnia.
There was a large and think bubble of this gooey stuff hanging in a corner. Kahuna Keonaona had found it identically to me. We were discussing what it could have come from when Joan volunteered that she had recently re-arranged the room, and that that was where the head of the bed had been before.
It was clear now, although nothing had been said, that something traumatic had happened to the guy. I told Joan. She then told me that the son who used this room had had a "psychic break", had gone insane. Had been hospitalized for a time. Had lost all ability to deal with the world, and was heavily delusional. Thinking he was God, the only God. He was now living with his father (Joan's ex), and he was under heavy doses of anti-psychotic drugs.
This was not good news.
The room was filled with the boy's insanity. No wonder no one really wanted to buy the home!
I opened a communication with the young man, and we communicated for a while. This was through the Hunian Priestcraft of Clairesthesia, taught to me by its founder Kahuna Fred Kimball.
There was much in the boy which remained sane, and I went into lokahi (rapport) with that part.
At first I sat down and used my pendulum to force a barrier between us to protect me from the flood of emotions the boy would accidentally project to me.
And the story of the boy's life emerged. It was a good thing that Joan knew her sons so well. Whenever I needed to confirm the information I was getting, she was able to confirm it.
His relationship with her, his older brother as they grew up, the father, others, the sexual molestation which had been done to him, and left him with no anchor for his mind. The unspoken knives in his mind. The presence of the hope of suicide. Then an escape! He retreated into god-consciousness to save his life. But he had no context to place his awareness in, and actually living in the material plane was too painful to endure. So he took on what he was experiencing, as simply himself.
And while it is true we are all Io, we are here to be here. To enter the great drama of life. And he had lost his way. Lost his mind.
Things were beginning to get complicated. My bud in Australia, Kevin had just e-mailed me about the Polynesian idea of hala (damage) mihi (taking responsibility) and kala (to ask for forgiveness and to receive it).
Thus I was able to reach out to his two girlfriends who had dumped him so unceremoniously (to his POV). And clear the field.
There was a lot of material to clear with his mom, but she was great, and those problems faded away.
Meanwhile I was becoming very taxed as to my energy. It is at times like this that I reconsider my judgment that extreme fitness was a spec\tater sport. I asked Kahuna Keonaona to finish the Home Sanctification and I'd continue to try to return the lad to himself-restore his sanity.
Because of the rather complex nature of the situation, I had to leave behind Pendology and go entirely with Clairesthesia.
I went outside and smoked my pipe whilst I continued my unspoken conversation with the many others. It was to take another hour and a half. Two and a half total.
In Ho`oponopono Counseling, I've heard this type of work called as "peeling the onion". Everytime it seems like you get one set of things fixed, an entire other set of even more profound problems arise. Problems being masked by the layer that you just removed.
It was interesting to see the same actors in situations come up time after time, in a little different context each time. And younger and younger.
Many times I would be blocked in my understanding of how to have a POV which would now erase the hala or source of the pain he continually endured.
Then I was really blocked. Well, actually this was the second complete block. His father was beyond my call. Refusing to believe in "any of that metaphysical stuff!" He just continually refused to talk to me at all.
But this was even worse. The crux of what later became his insanity was a series of betrayals from his elder brother, whom he idolized. Starting when he was about 9 years old, and maybe his brother was about 12.
Absolute betrayal. Absolute condemnation. Like the little dot at eh beginning of a spiral, spinning outward, faster and faster until the lad fled from all the pain in his live. Pretending everything was OK.
The Polynesian/Huna life is so much better. As Kevin says, "you make a mistake, you apologize, you cheerfully go on to your next mistake. But NO not here. Here we have to have revenge and guilt and recrimination and issues bout innocence and all the rest of the self-wounding we see everyone carry around with them! Hard to be happy after that!
It's a wonder us white folks get up the never to get up in the mornings!
Then something happened which has never happened before, or at least not that I've heard of nor ever to me. I attribute it to ho'oulu ia, the inspiration from my Aumakua.
The two boys were extremely set in their ways about some things of mihi. One was willing to apologize for (what?) neglecting his duty to be the other's brother when he needed him, I guess is one way to suggest it. BUT he was unwilling to do it alone, as he too, although he successfully suppressed the idea, felt the same way, and needed to hear the other brother mihi to him for failing to be there as his brother when he needed him. They both felt (what? Betrayed? Maybe there isn't a good word in English for it) the other had failed in some universal unspoken duty as a brother to the other.
His brother was only mildly impressed with my ability to converse with him. He didn't really believe in this stuff, but was willing to go just so far.
You know how it goes. Clairesthesia is no different from meeting someone in the flesh. Most people are polite, but you don't really hit it off. The insane brother and I really got along well. He was highly aware of me. Thought I was another of his delusions, of course. But we got along well. Only the other brother's subconscious mind or Unihipili was aware of me. He tolerated me so long as I didn't get too pushy for a stranger.
The harmed brother was unwilling to admit that although his brother wasn't there for him when he needed him. He couldn't see that the reverse was true too. That he hadn't been there for his brother when his brother needed him.
We were in a standoff, and I was actually to turn the Clairesthesia session into a conference call. I was able to connect, through me, both their Unihipilis for a moment.
It was then that there was an emotional breakthrough for them, and it even seeped out through the discipline of Clairesthesia.
And there, on a strange-to-me porch, while I smoked my pipe; and thought my thoughts, my eyes started to cry.
There was a lot more, but I'm going to bring it to an end.
He tells me that he wants to meet me. But that he'll pretend, for the social environment, that we have never met before.
Joan tells me that if his sanity is restored, she'll have us over for dinner. If that happens, I'll finish the story, if not, I know you'll understand that this isn't a novel where everything is known in the end.
Whether successful or a failure, I may never know. They have the right to live their lives in peace.
And they are not Hunians. Just people who came to me to try to help them.
Joan gave me a $150.00 tip or commission for what she say me do for her son. I would stop and she would tell me that I was correct, and I would push on.
No one would know or care about it. The donation to the Huna Heiau for the Home Sanctification was also made.
But you know, it made me feel really good to put everything to the Church. I told Joan that I didn't need anything extra. That what I tried to do for her son, I had decided I wanted to do. She hadn't even asked me to try.
Of course, each person has the right to learn from their own mistakes. So at the beginning I had to ask permission to help the guy. I spoke to Joan about it, and she considered it, then told me he would want me to try to help him. If she had said no, I would just have cleaned up the house. So long as he doesn't stay there afterwards, the Home Sanctification would be sustained.
It is hard to say what emotion I felt. Elated, I guess. As well as being put to my proper use.
On nights like last night it is good to be a Kahuna Huna.