Thereafter, between shifts at the gas station and nights hanging out with Rebecca Jean & Ozzie, I continued to regularly soak up the magic of Wright Park (Tacoma), speaking with it as though it were a dear Friend – affirming repeatedly my desire to Do the greatest Good I could with whatever time I had […]
And then my Epiphany was finally received, and I somehow “knew” that it was finally time to set forth and Walk my Talk; that it was finally time to stop merely reading about Truth or wondering about Truth or speaking about Truth, and finally time to start Living Truth instead. I don’t know how I […]
I didn’t know how to get to the Big Island after landing in Honolulu (having falsely assumed that there would be regular boat shuttles between the islands), so I wandered into town with “only the clothes on my back” and lived for the first week there in Ala Moana Park; making bracelets during the day […]
Then, after being on the receiving end of a series of “small miracles” in and around Ala Moana Park, I ended up hitching a ride on a three-seat Cessna to the Big Island of Hawaii. I arrived well after dark and simply began walking south, initially hitchhiking away from the Kailua-Kona airport by catching a […]
After Chris dropped me off on the far outskirts of Kailua-Kona, I walked onward thereafter through the night and into the following morn, eventually making it to The Place of Refuge (some 20 miles south of town), where I thereafter spent both my first full day and my first full night on “The Rock” … […]
After being immensely disappointed by the Harmonic Concordance get together at Joan Ocean’s home (to which I had been invited while still living in Tacoma, and at which I was naively certain I would receive a clear Call as to where I was to Go and what I was to Do), my next Epiphany arrived […]
And it was not too long thereafter that I became “lost” in the arid wilderness north of Kawaihae (and south of Parker Ranch), and ended up accepting the wayfinding “assistance” offered by a cardinal and a dragonfly, who flitted from tree to tree just ahead of me, and finally led me down a dusty side […]
It took about a week to windingly make it up the coast and arrive at the beginning of my journey’s final destination: the head of the Pololu Valley Trail – the path that supposedly led straight to my presumed end-goal: Waipio Valley. The journey up to that point had been regularly sprinkled with one “minor […]
After making great time along the Pololu Valley Trail for the first several hours, and smoothly traversing the first few of the six main valleys I would have to cross to ultimately arrive at Waipio, it started to become increasingly clear that the journey was going to be a bit more difficult than originally imagined. […]
I eventually made it back along the main trail to the roadway, where I then hitched a ride back to Kailua-Kona (pictured); covering in just a few hours the same distance it had taken me well over a week to walk beforehand … “No cliff is so tall that it cannot be scaled.” ~ Hawaiian […]
Over the course of the following few weeks, I still didn’t know exactly what it was that I was supposed to Do, and yet I did know that it was time to Do something – time to start embracing whatever opportunities came my way instead of looking for things “bigger” or “more important” to engage; […]
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