Guardian Whale Meditation at Makapu’u Beach

by Dana Taylor

A few weeks ago I awakened around 5am. I’m a get-up-with-the-sun sort of gal and the sun wasn’t expected to rise on the horizon for another 90 minutes. I look forward to such early waking mornings because I can find an engaging meditation on YouTube and float in a mental Neverland before facing mundane daily tasks. On that particular morning, I chose a hypnosis session from Peter McLaughlin of BlueSky Hypnosis. Getting in Touch with Your Higher Self sounded intriguing, so I clicked the arrow and followed the mental instructions as they unfolded. Peter guided me down a staircase into my subconscious. Fingers snapped and his soothing, well…hypnotic, voice led me into a forest, giving me the out of saying “fully awake” any ole time.

At some point Peter’s voice faded and the blurry forest morphed into a bright, vivid beach setting. I recognized it–Makapu’u Beach on the island of Oahu, Hawaii. I’d slipped into a lucid dream state, very much aware I was still in bed, but the images and sensations of the beach seemed utterly real.

Makapu’u Beach Heiau

My first trip to Makapu’u beach, circa 2016, was via a Meetup tour offered by a Kahu (Spiritual Guide) who’d taken on a Hawaiian name, but had been born perhaps some 65 years earlier in Minnesota. Though wheelchair bound, she was pushed through the uneven grassy area by a sturdy twenty-something long-hair surfer dude. She repeatedly referred to the area as “Mermaid Beach.” Being new to Oahu, I assumed “Makapu’u” means “mermaid.” It does not. Nor have I ever heard anyone else call it “Mermaid Beach.”

Makapu’u is a volcanic cove and home to several circular sacred sites called heiaus, filled with carefully arranged lava stones. The stones represent ancient gods and goddesses of the Hawaiian culture. The small group was allowed to walk inside the perimeter of the heiaus and leave gifts of leis or fresh water. The Kahu explained the relationships between the stones. I don’t recall the details of the stories. What I do remember is the energy emanating from the stones. Variations of frequencies pulsed from them, as if they indeed had “personalities.” Perhaps I’ll share all the details of that experience in another post. I mainly want to set the scene for the dream/meditation here.

Beyond the heiaus is a path down to the narrow sandy beach. Volcanic shelves and fingers of stone pounded by the crashing waves give way to the expanse of turquoise ocean. My dream took me right the water’s edge and then into the warm sea. In real life I would have been in serious trouble floundering around, but in dream life, I took to the water like a fish, literally. I transformed into a mermaid. Not a Disney Ariel glamour girl, but more like Flipper. The power of my whale tail propelled me into the open ocean. A dolphin-like skin covered my body. My arms turned more fin-like, but something like hands remained. Water seemed my natural habitat. Gills pulled in sea water, which powered me on. My eyes felt rounder and larger, able to see in the fluid expanse.

I swam towards a looming figure, a huge female blue whale and celebrated a watery reunion with my dear old Mother Guardian Whale. I embraced her, a guppy compared to her enormity. Gripping her fin, she took me on a rollicking ride through the depths. Emotions of joy and love roiled through me.

After the exhilarating frolic, we propelled at a sedate pace. I placed one hand on her head. Our minds joined telepathically. She shared pictures and messages outside of human language, yet highly intelligent. The cascade of information embedded somewhere in my subconscious, only vaguely accessible in my waking state. Planetary history and cosmic connection swirled in my mind.

At a certain point my sleeping self wanted to end the session. But breaking the connection and rising to consciousness proved difficult. Part of me was diving into the deep blue sea while the other was repeating “fully awake, fully awake!”

Groggy and bleary eyed, I finally came to full consciousness thinking, “Wow, that was interesting!”

Inspired by the dream, I’ve created a new guided meditation on my YouTube channel. Before pressing the record button, I center and open myself to creative energy. The sessions are unscripted and take on a life of their own. So, enjoy this trip to Makapu’u Beach and swimming with the Mother Guardian Blue Whale.

Bright Blessings,

Dana Taylor

Psychometry 101 and the Hawaii Ballistic Missile Scare

Dana Taylor

updated March 26, 2018

I recently led a Psychometry Workshop at the Quantum Healing Institute of Holistic Health in Honolulu. Psychometry is discerning the energy that has been imprinted on an object or place by people or events. For some, psychometry conjures up B-movie images of fake Gypsy fortune tellers holding an object, going all googly-eyed, and giving a dire description of a horrible fate for the person who owned the object. For the sake of argument, let’s set the spooky elements aside and look at psychometry from another angle.
Our world is made of energy. We’re now converting the energy of wind, solar, water, and of course, oil to power our homes and vehicles. There’s no such thing as a solid object. Molecules charged with energy create an illusion of solidity. We humans are energetic beings, complete with electrical circuitry to fire our brain, pump our heart and propel us through our daily lives.  Whether we recognize it or not, we are constantly being influenced by the energies around us.
Studying psychometry builds our awareness of surrounding influences. In some situations, a knowledge of psychometry may be protective.
TYPES OF PSYCHOMETRY
Object Psychometry ~ Energetic impressions in a object imprinted by previous owners.
Location Psychometry ~ Energy imprinted into places by events or emotions.
People and animal Psychometry ~ Energy frequencies projected by living creatures.
Basically, we are living in a psychometric sea of energy every day. Most people go along with the push and pull of such forces in their daily lives and cope the best they can. For empathetic people who are highly influenced by these swirling energies, learning more about them makes life easier to handle.
For instance, a few years ago I was on vacation with my husband in San Antonio, Texas. As we happily strolled the old downtown area, we saw an inviting Catholic Church. I walked up the steps and pulled open the wooden doors. White washed adobe walls surrounded rows of old wooden pews. Beautiful statues stood in stations around the perimeter. I wanted to circle the room and see the art.
However, just a few steps in, I was hit with a wave of sadness. The more I walked into the space, the deeper sense of grief overwhelmed me. It felt as if the very walls were weeping. Tears came to my eyes. I thought if I stayed in that place much longer, I would collapse in a pew and sob.
I looked at my husband and said, “I gotta get out of here.” I dashed out the wooden the doors and collected myself back on the sidewalk. He joined me a few minutes later, not having felt anything unusual in the building.
Such experiences have taught me to be more discerning. People, places, and things all carry energetic frequencies and information. Some are very uplifting–like swimming in the ocean or seeing the Dalai Lama. Other places and people I avoid, like taking a tour of Alcatraz or attending a rally of White Supremists.
Understanding psychometry is a survival tool, especially for more sensitive souls. Knowledge is power.

AT THE WORKSHOP

As luck would have it, the morning of the workshop was also the morning of the false ballistic missile alarm for Hawaii. As I was getting ready for the workshop, my phone blasted the alarm sound and I read:
My blood pressure spiked, adrenaline kicked in and I went into fight or flight mode. Thinking there might be a 20 minute window before a blast sent destructive waves through the air, I put my tornado alley training into action. I got dressed, making sure I had shoes on to walk over broken glass and debris,  grabbed my purse, a gallon of water and the keys to the storage closet on the first floor of the house.
As I hunkered in the closet surrounded by paint cans, dirt, and tools, I regretted not bringing a pillow to protect my head in case a screwdriver went flying toward my brain. Oh well… By then I was messaging my daughters on the mainland, who didn’t seem all that concerned. Daughter #2 asked, “Did you put on a bra?”
Within a few minutes they had searched twitter to see Rep. Tulsi Gabbard’s message declaring a false alarm. It would be another twenty minutes before civil defense issued their own “oops, my bad” message.
So, in the aftermath of all that fear and confusion, the psychometry workshop transpired with about six participants. We were all still wired from the bomb scare. I was a bit nervous that the event might be a flop if nobody displayed any ability, but, fortunately, that was not the case.
Everyone brought an item that had had one primary owner. I passed out index cards and they each took one or two objects and wrote their impressions down on the cards. Interestingly, everyone got some details right. One gal in particular was very gifted. She gave whole personality types, knew if the owner was living or dead, and offered descriptions of their homes. She validated the concept of psychometry for the group.
As the week passed, the energy from the ballistic missile scare reverberated throughout the islands. Indeed, the psychometric effect of the mass consciousness of fear rippled for many days. I felt like I was absorbing disturbed energy everywhere I went. By Friday, I decided I needed a cleansing massage and made an appointment with a lomilomi therapist. Thankfully, she cleared out the negativity and put me back in balance.
Energy affects us everywhere we go. Understanding the principles of psychometry better prepares you to deal with your daily encounters with people, places, and things.
For more information on Psychometry read: Psychometry: The Psychic Touch

Hawaii’s Stone Whisperer Hears Hope

When I first met Angela Studer, The Stone Whisperer, two years ago she was, frankly, terrified. She and I had both washed up on the Hawaiian shore about the same time. I was a new widow embarking on the next phase of life, whatever that might be. Angela had been excited when a new job for her husband of 27 years had brought their family to Oahu. Living the dream turned nightmarish when he abandoned her and their son, leaving them less than $200 in the bank.

Born with psychic gifts and an optimistic spirit, she had endured the long, abusive marriage by focusing on the positive. On the mainland, she had developed a spiritual business designing crystal jewelry, offering energy healing, and classes as The Stone Whisperer. She raised a developmentally challenged son and made the best of a bad marriage.

Suddenly, she found herself in the middle of the Pacific ocean in one of the most expensive places to live. She couldn’t make her condo payments and wondered if she would soon be joining the ranks of the homeless, living under tarps on the sidewalks sheltered only by banyan trees. Despite her fear and trepidation, Hawaii felt like home. Indeed, the rocks and native Hawaiians seemed to welcome her as “o’hana”–family.

Even the language came easily to her, as if she already knew it. Akashic memories of a former life in ancient Lemuria emerged. A Hawaiian kahu (healer/respected elder) invited the blond mainlander with the Midwestern accent into her home and became her kumu (teacher). Angela learned healing methods, chants, and was ordained as a kahu, which is highly unusual. Native Hawaiians have learned through hard experience to keep their secrets to themselves. Yet they embraced Angela and gave her the name “Pohakuola” meaning “Living Rock.”

Though she expected to receive an eviction notice any day on the condo, she took good care of it. Inspired by her view of ancient volcanic mountains, she turned her backyard into sacred space.  Bleached coral washed up on the beaches formed the boundaries of a labyrinth. She explored the west side of Oahu, an area seldom visited by tourists. She discovered sacred sites and energetic healing spots. Her spiritual guides brought creative ideas to mind to create income and utilize her gifts.

As Angela puts it, “I feel as though I am part of the rocks. I feel that I am their voice and they are alive, an extension of God’s source placed here to inspire us in more ways than we could imagine.”

She began offering “Hidden Oahu Spiritual Experience” tours. Visitors from around the world can get off the beaten track and be refreshed in quiet groves and tidal pools, and receive Angela’s unique healing gifts. Every tour is different, inspired by her guides’ leading for the people involved.

Crystals and gems began speaking to Angela again. New pieces of gallery quality, wire wrapped jewelry emerged from her imagination through the movements of her fingers with the wire and stones. She imbues each piece with healing energy.

Our paths have crossed intermittently through the past two years. I’ve visited her home for classes. The energy from all the stones and crystals is palpable. Her house has truly become sacred ground. Angela exudes a shining energy of love. Though she’s been forced to live a very hand-mouth-existence, she’s developed a deep faith in the God’s provision. Yet, she does her part. Seeking a firmer financial footing, she took real estate courses and recently passed her exams. She is now a licensed realtor.

She will bring her special gifts to her clients, offering to bless the houses they buy and sell through her. A vision is developing of a spiritual sanctuary with workshops, labyrinth, and guest rooms. Seeing what Angela has accomplished in two years against the odds makes her dream seem quite plausible.

Angela is so much more than a survivor, she is a beacon of the Aloha spirit. If you’re visiting Oahu soon, consider adding a Hidden Oahu Sacred Experience to your “must do” list. You may discover the stones will whisper to you also.

Bright blessings,

Dana Taylor

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Website: Talking to Stones