When I was five, I was visited by a vision. I'll never forget it, I was running down the stairs and the entity, a girl with dark hair, stopped me in my tracks. The spirit said that I would go through a deeply challenging time in my life, but would resurface, later in life, with unimaginable joy and fulfillment. That vision stayed with me. In middle school, I would sit quietly at my desk adding up the years to figure out exactly when my life would turn around.
Around that same time, my grandfather returned from a business trip from Japan with a unique gift—a genuine lovely kimono. It was far to big for me, at the time, and I imagined what the beautiful red fabric covered in ribbons of orange yellow and green flowers would look like on my future self.
And then I forgot. I moved to Los Angeles after college, somehow that kimono made it into the mass of clothing I put in the back of my red Toyota hatchback. I got busy, my work and then, many, many years and moves around the city later, the stress of family life took over and I was completely overwhelmed and in desperate need of a vacation. My husband, daughter and I decided to go to Hawaii.
When the plane landed in Honolulu, I remember feeling the difference in the atmosphere as I disembarked. The air made me somehow, remember that there was a part of me that knew...something...what was it?
Never mind, I was in Hawaii it was time to see the sights! So, I sped off to see Diamond Head, Waikiki Beach and then headed home for an afternoon nap before an evening luau. As I drifted toward sleep, I heard my name being called. In my mind's eye, I saw a beautiful young woman with dark hair, who said her name was Moaahuulikkiaaakea'o Haanaapeekuluueehuehakipuunahe'e—Moa for short.
And then I remembered.
Boy, did I remember. That final experience sparked a spiritual journey that continues to this day. In fact, the event and subsequent interactions with Moa (oh yes, they continued) opened the door to my writing the entire Moa Series (MOA, STATUE OF KU and IRON SHINTO).
It's a little scary putting myself "out there" and I have found a world-wide kinship in my sharing my truth through storytelling. Honestly, there have always been things I have known before they happened ever since I can remember. I used to write it off as a fluke or coincidence. I was skeptical until that incident in Hawaii with Moa, which essentially upended my complete understanding of how the world works, why I'm here and what I'm here to do.
Even as I write this, I am positive that some people, including close friends will be utterly shocked that I'm writing about and including myself in such an esoteric subject matter. I learned from a very young age, that it is much better to keep anything strange or unusual which is seen, heard, felt or sensed, to myself.
Funny, though, like anything else you try to hide, it comes out in other ways. People know that something is up, they just can't figure out what and so everyone's more uncomfortable than if it was just stated clearly.
During my journey of spiritual discovery, I received a degree in Psychology, studied mediumship, healing arts, energy work and discovered all kinds of interesting things about myself, like sometimes I know things that I couldn't possibly know, I intuit information and blurt words out that only make sense to the person receiving them. Another interesting phenomena is that I can create healing essential oil blends as well as Mindfulness Meditation Rituals so anyone can find the answers to those burning questions.
My biggest lesson throughout the years of metaphysical studies has been that we all possess these gifts, and much more, to some degree, and I have dedicated the rest of my existence to spreading that message. As frustrating as it is to hear, we all have the answers to those burning questions, deep within us and if we find them, we find our truest form of self expression.
So, in my own truest form of expression, I decided to clean out my closet. I'd been meaning to for quite some time and felt an urge to purge. It took me several days of looking at it, eyeballing my cramped dressing area, overstuffed shelves and drawers before I could even make a dent. Finally, I pulled out the first shirts and gathered a momentum, sorting through pants and blouses and dresses—it felt so good! Then, at the tail end of my dresses, I stopped short. There was the red kimono. Maybe it was time I thanked that little dark-haired girl for visiting me all those years ago.
This robe has traveled across the US from closet to closet over my life. What if this is more than a New-Moon-closet-cleaning-energy-burst? What if this is my destiny? What if there's more to my truth than I've ever imagined? A thrill ran up my spine as I slipped the robe on and tied the sash—it fit perfectly! She did say that I would go through a deeply challenging time in my life, but would resurface, later in life, with unimaginable joy and fulfillment. What if, indeed.