It never ceases to raise eyebrows
when I mention that my husband, Ordin and I have moved to the
Central American country of Honduras. Many folks presume it was
because of U.S. politics; some believe we were pursuing affordable
retirement; while others assume we wanted to reduce distance
from our Hawai’i home
to family in the States. Though each of these reasons influenced
our decision, only a handful of people would appreciate the
undefined energies that have drawn me here.
It was around December of 2003 that subtle forces gave up being
subtle and yanked the rug from beneath my feet. I had just returned
from a ten day spirit walk with Mayan Elders through ancient
ruins in Guatemala and Honduras. The pilgrimage was during the
Harmonic Concordance where six planets formed a Grand Sextile.
I was told this would create a star gate. Having turned fifty-five
that year, it seemed an auspicious time. If a star gate was going
to open in a sacred triad of Mayan places, I wanted to be there.
The return home found me questioning what I had gleaned from
the experience. Days of riding on overcrowded buses, drenched
from torrential rains, and fatigued from keeping pace with a
seventy year old Mayan, imparted greater effect on me than any
slight influence from the ethers. I teach spiritual principles,
but like many people, I still stumble over my own agenda. Dirty laundry and lists
of client phone calls demanded my attention, yet the energies that
brought me to sit with the Elders were still at work. They needed
for me to stay attuned. So, what was the best way to keep me still
and listening? A fall and torn a ligament.
Weeks of sitting with my elevated leg gave ample time to appraise
the Guatemalan experience, review my journal, and meditate. Flashes
of insight visited my mind. One image was a man walking down the
driveway to buy our house. Selling the house was an idea we had
previously discussed since the market was high, but where would
we go? Hawai’i leaves an impression difficult to replace.
The Universe seemed to anticipate this hesitation and so a bulldozer
arrived to ravage the acre of jungle beside our home. It was our
confirmation; it was time to go.
Then Ordin returned from the weekly Hilo market filled with
stories of life in Central America. It had become popular with
Europeans and Americans over the last few years. “Humm.” I
thought, “The land of stone, where the eagle meets the
condor.” Though I had never considered moving outside the
U.S., it could be worth exploring. We dusted off the office globe
and scanned the multicolored shapes to renew our knowledge of
that areas geography. |
We both loved the warm waters
of the Gulf and Caribbean so we focused on countries bordering
those waters with easy access to the States. We narrowed it down
a bit but how would we choose? As I surfed the net I became
vaguely aware of a tune whispering in my mind. It was dimly
familiar but I could not put words to it. As my daily research
continued so did the faint melody until its insistence finally
demanded validation. I realized that what seemed like a tune
was more a rhythm. It was the pulse of a chant my Hawaiian
kupuna had taught me; one that asks for direction from the
ancients. And so I gave it voice.
Then, as an effort to clarify the process under creation, Ordin
and I each composed a list of qualities we wanted our new life
to include and began to meditate with it. He wanted financial
opportunity yet freedom from routine. I wanted freedom to continue
studies, limiting my work times to workshops and retreats. Each
of us wanted to be near the beach and have a mortgage free home;
I added a cook.
From that point there was no singularly profound event that
occurred as we completed the steps of relocation. But there were
several fascinating synchronicities. Among others was our connecting
with Honduran people in the States, finding a dream home on the
internet, all the while pieces fell together with ease. Yet,
I still cannot tell you why I am here. Is it earth changes, my
Elders, or energies related to the star gate? I do not know.
However, I have learned to be more aware as I wait for guidance.
When I feel lost and seek direction I walk out the back gate
to the river behind our home. It is a channel that connects the
Nombre de Dios Mountains to the Caribbean one block from our
house. I call on the Mayan spirits of the four directions and
offer them the chant of the old ones; and then I wait.
Malana Ashlie is a Dream Weaver, author, and Holistic Healer.
In her studies of subtle energies and metaphysics she has been
privileged to study with Mayan and Hawaiian elders plus teachers
of sacred Native American traditions. Combining the wisdom of
the ancients with the accepted sciences of today is the alchemy
to manifest dreams. www.gringos-in-paradise.com or
www.wisdompathway.com |
