I arrived in Honolulu after a 12-hour flight and a 12-hour layover in Seoul where I was a temporary guest at the Hyatt Regency on the outskirts of Seoul; We had a Korean ‘Nouvelle Cuisine’ lounge style buffet lunch in a rather minimalist setting surrounded by glass and a chilly breeze where the steam from the hot noodle soups felt like heat from heaven. Arrival at the Honolulu airport was quite different, and the connection with the Pacific Ocean breeze immediately captured my attention, as did the Polynesian smiles and pace of life. After the encounter with the engineer who builds houses on the Moon and Mars, I quickly realized that I was going to be away from pollution, away from the nearest continent, away from duality: the Hawaiian Islands are an experience of beauty full of of generosity, unity with the codes of the Universe of respect for nature, the invisible, the connection of the underwater kingdoms with the forces of heaven.

The island of Maui is where I was headed, just 7 days, and where I was going to drive a convertible. Plan for a standard economy because it can indeed bring good surprises as this is Maui and the people are friendly and for the same rate here I was in a convertible. Kahului, the small port on the Pacific Ocean, is nothing more than a hub with an airport. Nothing but department stores and a few hotels on black sand beaches. Route #36 runs from Kahului to Hana, the southeastern tip of the island. I described the path in another note. Hana is a hamlet of few houses, a school, a church, two General Stores built in old wood, a hotel, a community center and many fields. Hana is a remote village on a remote side of a southern island in the Hawaiian island group. Hana lives to the rhythm of the Polynesian lifestyle, fresh, relaxed, smiling, everyone greeting each other, beachside, with coolers to enjoy the day. Hana is beautiful: simple, surrounded by lush greenery, the brisk Pacific Ocean, humpback whales playing in the waves, birds, horses, and deep black horses. Driving along the coast on the beachfront highway is a very pleasant reconnection with the simple beauties of the Earth: sun, marine life, greenery, and absolutely perfect weather. At night the Milky Way spills into the sky with its dusty white clouds of galaxies and makes you wonder how close to Oneness with the Universe humans can get.

I walked five miles to breathe the air and blend in with the surroundings. On my way back, three men are standing on the lawn in front of the church. They are holding up cards: Give us your prayers. Put them in the box. Although we greeted each other and exchanged the “Aloha” ritual to mean “Love,” I stepped back and decided I was going to give these men a universal prayer item. His truck had a sticker on it that said “On a Mission” and since I felt on a mission too, I used the available paper and pen to write a few words to send prayers to the Universe, dropped the paper in the box and walked across the street to grab a drink. hand in hand and pray with John, John and Ekua. mind’s eye for a long time, his sincerity was genuine. That night they were going to have a men’s prayer session in the church and all of our prayers will be sent out to the Universe. I looked at the sky and smiled. How many of these sentences did you receive Demigod Maui!

Café Attitude is located roughly in the Kipahulu area, near the sea on a slope somewhere near the Seven Sacred Pools. Some call the Café an ‘Organic Hippies’ Café/Restaurant. Open only on Sundays when vegetarian dishes are offered in a fairly relaxed atmosphere. On my 2-hour visit there, I ate Thai papaya salad in banana leaves, drank kumbochi (fermented mushrooms), chatted with happy-to-be-down-to-earth young and old, and was entertained by an opera singer, native singer and a folk song writer, when we left, the Milky Way greeted us on our way back to the van. !

The day of my departure arrived and my decision to drive up the slope of the dormant Halaekala volcano was just as good as the decision to come to Hana to attend the Reiki retreat and Karuna Certification. Instead of going back the way I came, something I rarely do in my life, I decided to drive along the lava fields and along the central road. Hardly anyone does that [few people actually like to go out of the beaten tracks] and I was glad to be greeted by an empty road that snaked over cliffs along a beautiful and mighty Pacific Ocean. People say that the island of Maui is still young and the lava field can still give birth to a lot of vegetation. I found it beautiful as it is and with a peculiar energy: a strong magnetism of closeness between the sea and the sky. I have hardly experienced such a connection in a mundane reality. Mountains by the sea, volcanoes by the sea, fire and water dancing with the gods of the sky: a unique mix.

When I stopped at Tedeschi Winery and Ulupakuala Ranch Store, I knew I had reached the end of the lonely road in the sun and the convertible was covered in reddish dust. I ignored the heavy wine tasting and just had a small sip of the raspberry wine, preferring to go to Makawao, a small town that I’m told is a concentration of new age shops.

When I stopped in Makawao and was intuitively directed to the one shop displaying various beautiful selenite crystals, I realized that my journey to the “island end of the world” had come to an end, at least temporarily.

As I was walking by the Maui Beach Hotel at 5:45 this morning, Scotty, the shuttle driver from the airport to the hotel, greeted me: Hi, Isabella! Aloha, are you already flying away? soon Mahalo”

And here I was driving back to the rental company and checking in at Honolulu, Seoul, and Bangkok.

It all happens with a smile, a gentle twist of the body, a good vibe and an ocean breeze that has been with me since I landed in Honolulu. The all-too-short trip to Maui was a throwback to earlier steps in the South Pacific. The wooden houses, the relaxed and friendly attitude, the respect for nature, the proximity to the immensity of the Pacific Ocean, the marine life, the women and men, the children and the churches.

As my desires float in the sky under the control of Maui’s will, I know that I have stretched some limits in my connection with the Universe. I lived the presence. Here and now. And got a message from him.

It all started with the meeting of a man who was building a house on the moon, it ended with prayers to the Universe. May the wishes of the Earth be heard and may the wisdom of Polynesia spread the message of unconditional love to the waves of Lemurian!

Aloha Mahalo, Definitely a place to come back and mingle!

How the hell would one want to leave such a place?

Aloha and Mahalo