For the Love of Holy Shit

by Christopher Lovejoy on October 7, 2019

I recently came upon a word whose meanings line up rather well in the interests of control, influence, and authority, as it dovetails rather neatly with these three universal catalysts for the ongoing growth of wisdom and compassion: provocation, temptation, and obligation.

The word is obscene and its meanings are as follows … obscene (adj.): (1) offensive to the mind (relevant to provocation); (2) designed to incite indecency or lust (relevant to temptation); and (3) suggestive of, or tending to, moral freedom from restraint (relevant to obligation).

Examples: (1) someone in heavy traffic gives you the finger for something you’re not sure you did; (2) prepubescent girls are scantily clad for a prestigious beauty pageant that is televised worldwide; (3) someone in a position of high authority confesses publicly to smoking weed daily.

In setting the tone with these examples, I don’t mean to point fingers, as I am more inclined to “live and let live” than to pronounce judgment. Having said this, I am also well aware of the power of tribal wisdom to cast judgment on those who would undermine the tribe in any way.

The first obscenity is a provocation, a challenge to any desire to remain in control; the second obscenity is a temptation, a challenge to any desire to be a positive influence; and the third obscenity is the very antithesis of obligation, a challenge to any desire to project authority. In light of these spectacles, let us now attend to that vulgar term known as shit ~ a word unusually, surprisingly rich in meaning.

Here, I have no wish to indulge in scatological musings. In the interests of compassionate wisdom, my intent is serious, not to be taken as a way to curry anyone’s favor or to gain and/or keep anyone’s attention, but I am also not averse to having a little fun with the material.

Let us begin with the principles that outline The Way of Huna Wisdom:

Ike (ee-kay): the world is what you think it is
Kala (kah-lah): there are no limits
Makia (mah-key-ah): energy flows where attention goes
Manawa (mah-nah-wah): now is the moment of power
Aloha (a-low-hah): to love is to be happy with
Mana (mah-nah): all power comes from within
Pono (poh-noh): effectiveness is the measure of truth

If, as, when I think that the world is full of shit, then the world is full of shit; there’s no way around this. If, however, I realize that any apparent shit at all is a set up for upset so as to catalyze a growth in wisdom, then suddenly the very word shit loses much of its emotional charge. In other words, with a forgiving and releasing attitude, there are no limits to how much shit I can take and put to good use.

By the same token, I also realize that I must be careful about putting too much emphasis on shit. My intention is not to put my attention on shit for the sake of seeing just how much shit I can take, but to be prepared to take whatever shit comes my way and put it to good use. Here, it is important to note that I not dwell on any shit that comes my way to the point where my past becomes a sack load of shit.

Now I must admit that almost anyone would be hard pressed to be happy with shit in any of its many and various forms. The happiness to be had here is not with the shit per se, but with the capability to frame shit as apparent shit so as to process it decisively and effectively. In view of these wise revelations, let us now transform the many meanings of shit into manure to enrich our experience with life.


Shit (noun): obscene term for faeces (feces)

From one point of view, feces is simply a product of digestion. This neutral meaning acquires a positive connotation when it is realized that feces can be turned into a surprisingly effective fertilizer. So how it is that the reality of faeces acquired such a negative connotation?

As a child, I had a complicated relationship with shit. At the tender age of 3 or 4, I took a shit by the side of a road not far from where I lived in view of passersby. At the age of 5 or 6, I shit my pants in class near the end of the day because I was too shy to interrupt my teacher as she taught her class. At the age of 7 or 8, a bully sat next to me in the schoolyard, who saw fit to smear my leg with shit on a stick.

This was after the trickster bully repeatedly tried to get me to eat shit.

For as long as I can remember, my shit has been by turns runny, soft, and firm, stinky, smelly, and odorless. When I eat raw living food, my shit is clean and firm. When I don’t eat so well, my shit is not so clean and firm. Shit is not only an effective fertilizer, it’s an effective indicator.

Where shit is concerned, effectiveness truly is the measure of truth.

My intent here is not to offend, to indulge in obscenity, but merely to report facts about shit, and some of these facts indicate in no uncertain terms that shit has immense value for the continuance of life ~ not at all worthless or even unworthy of consideration. Having said all of this, one cannot easily escape the smear of contempt and disdain with which the word shit has come to be imbued.

To see why, let us continue to explore the many rich and various meanings of shit.


Shit (noun): obscene word for unacceptable behavior

Obscene: there’s that word again. When we hear a lady say “I put up with a lot of shit from that jerk,” we might be surprised by her candor, but we at least have an inkling of what she means when she employs the word shit. Note here, too, that the term jerk suggests jerking off.

Acceptable behavior meets the requirements of social intercourse, and although it falls short of excellence, it is nevertheless satisfactory or worthy of acceptance. Unacceptable behavior, on the other hand, need not always be offensive, but when it is, the lady at issue cannot help but press the word shit into service; in doing so, she is able to amply convey the extent to which she feels offended.

Now what does Huna have to say about this highly charged remark?

Huna would point to the source of the emotional charge as a messenger and then counsel the lady to receive and accept the message while dismissing the messenger, asking: so what did you learn from these interactions? And how are you growing from these interactions?

So instead of saying, “I put up with a lot of shit from that jerk,” consider “I take a lot of shit from this jerk and turn it into manure to enrich my experience of life. This jerk really and truly compels me to re-member and re-inforce my values and virtues in a way no one else can.”

In dealing with someone’s shit, it is vital to recall that how others treat you is their karma; how you react is yours. If you’re reacting, internally or externally, you have something vital to learn about yourself: how might you grow into this learning so that it becomes second nature?

In approaching someone’s shit in this way, you honor both Kala and Makia with Manawa and Aloha. You also have the opportunity to practice cultivating your Mana with Pono for the sake of Ike. In reading this reassurance, treat it as an opportunity to become intimate with Huna.


Shit (noun): a small worthless amount

As we have already seen, we could easily take issue with the use of “worthless” in this definition of shit, given that shit is both an effective fertilizer and an effective indicator, and so what are we to make of someone who presumes to tell us in no uncertain terms “you don’t know shit”? That we don’t even know a small worthless amount? Clearly, most everyone knows at least a small worthy amount.

Obviously, something else is going on here.

Actually, at least two things: (1) “you don’t know shit” ~ this version of the presumption is deeply personal, accusatory, and/or retaliatory. In presuming to negate someone’s being (and knowing), one stands in violation of Mana (all power comes from within); and (2) “you don’t know shit” ~ this version of the presumption is deeply emphatic, riding on a deeper presumption that shit is utterly worthless, and so, if you don’t even know shit, there isn’t much hope for you if you can’t even stay focused on getting closure on details in each and every moment. Not everyone, however, is primed and ready to get closure on details with a working memory that would make an elephant blush.


Shit (noun): a coarse term for defecation

The key word in this definition of shit is “coarse,” a term that suggests a lack of refinement, cultivation, or taste. I can well imagine that whole volumes of commentary could be written on this one definition alone, and so, in the interests of brevity, allow me to be brief and to the point.

“I had to take a shit”: how many times has this simple act been plainly used to excuse yourself?

In relieving the word shit of its negative connotation, one is left with a serviceable term intended to serve the aim of excusing yourself with the simple act of defecation neutrally and without elaboration in keeping with the wise principle of Pono (effectiveness is the measure of truth).

In keeping the negative connotation, using other terms like “dump,” “crap,” or “poop,” one retains a certain lustre in the interests of refinement, cultivation, and taste, while consoling ourselves in the meantime with the fact that shit has immense value for the continuance of life.


Shit (noun): insulting term of address for people who are stupid, irritating, or ridiculous

“You little shit”: this one is a favorite among tired, exasperated parents whose young children have grown restive and unruly from having to endure the boredom of routine and have no other way to convey how they feel than to behave in a stupid, irritating, or ridiculous manner.

Just to be clear, strictly speaking, no restive, unruly child is stupid, irritating, or ridiculous; such children might behave in stupid, irritating, or ridiculous ways or they might appear to behave in stupid, irritating, or ridiculous ways, but to identify them as such is to dishonor them.

And why the word shit? “You little shit?” This is serious.

To be fair, no sound judgment can be cast on anyone without understanding and appreciating the full context of what they’ve had to endure, in this lifetime and in previous lifetimes ~ and even then. Speaking of context, the principles that define the Way of Huna Wisdom offer a fresh start. In the meantime, it is a sad commentary on humanity that its members have seen fit to identify each other as shit.


Shit (noun): something of little value

Wait a minute, have we forgotten that shit has immense value for the continuance of life? And how does this definition ~ “something of little value” (but of value nonetheless) ~ square with the definition of shit given above, namely, that shit is “a small worthless amount”?

And so, is shit of no value, of little value, or of immense value? Which is it?

Could it be that it depends on the context in which it is viewed and treated?

Supposing that every bit of shit that exists, that has existed, and that will ever exist has some measure of value, no matter how small, what might this say about the capability (the capacity plus the ability) to mine the shit out of shit? And what could I possibly mean by this?

When, at the tender age of 3 or 4, I took a shit by the side of the road, I didn’t know any better, but a passerby made it clear with a mere look that I should have known better. I got the message. I never took a shit by the side of the road ever again. When, at the age of 5 or 6, I shit my pants in class for fear of interrupting my teacher (and, truth be told, for fear of losing my shit while asking permission from my teacher) the embarrassment of going home smelling like shit seriously outweighed the risk of embarrassment of asking a teacher for permission to take a shit; never again did I shit my pants. When the trickster bully tried to fool me into eating shit, and then smeared shit on my pants with a stick as punishment for my many calm refusals, this naive INFP male child finally understood the value of taking pre-emptive action.

The question, just how much shit can you take?, might better be posed as, just how much shit can you mine? If shit has so much hidden value, then why are we dissing and pissing on shit when we could be mining the shit out of shit? Shit (noun): something of immense value?


Shit (verb): give away information about somebody

Whisper, whisper: he’s the one who took a shit by the side of the road when he was 3 or 4. Whisper, whisper: he’s the one who shit his pants in class at the age of 5 or 6 because he was too afraid to ask permission from his teacher to use the washroom. Whisper, whisper: he’s the one who radiated the realization of Oneness at the age of 7 or 8 with a trickster bully and got shit for it. Whisper, whisper.

I shit you not.


Shit (verb): have a bowel movement

If you’re human, or at least somewhat human, then your need to shit at least once a day is also human. Truth be told, shit and shitting level the playing field for everyone, whether we care to realize this or not. Take a moment: everyone you meet is subject to a bowel movement.

Billions of medical indicators are being moved out of billions of bowels every single day.

Not to mention, can you imagine the value of recycling so much shit?


Shit (adjective): very bad

Some concessions are in order: shit can really, really stink; along with the stink, shit can also appear very, very … how can I put this? … unappealing, disgusting even. There’s no denying the shittiness of shit.

By the same token, the smell of shit disappears after getting in the habit of eating raw living food, food actually designed by nature to be digested by the human body, and the look of shit gains integrity thereby.

So, yes, shit can look and smell really bad, but it can also retain its look and smell.

Might we then speak of really bad shit and really good shit?

Shit (adjective): very bad or very good (depending)


Shit! (interjection): exclamation of annoyance

In the course of doing deep work, I sometimes get so absorbed that I tend to forget everything else, including certain bodily functions, and so when the urge arises, I sometimes cannot help but feel annoyed by the intrusion, interjecting as appropriate. Same goes for other apparent intrusions that arise in my life. As I learned growing up, holding my shit is a valuable skill to have in the interests of decorum.


Now let’s cut to the chase. Life in 3D is inherently unstable. On the one hand, if we’re too careful with provocation, temptation, and obligation, we’re gonna miss out; on the other hand, if we’re too careless with provocation, temptation, and obligation, we’re gonna lose out.

Too care-full or too care-less? Miss out or lose out? FoMo or FoLo?

Might there be a Way to negotiate and navigate this perennial divide?

Let’s start with a seemingly blasphemous question: can shit be holy?

We already know that shit has clinical value as an effective indicator of health. We also know that shit (“animal excreta”) can be treated to produce manure that serves as excellent fertilizer. We also know that this same shit can be treated to produce a very effective compost.

Clearly, from a certain point of view, shit has immense practical value for the affairs of humanity, but from another point of view, can shit be properly construed as holy in daily life? I can assure you, this is a serious question. In the face of apparent shit, let us declare as follows:

“Holy Shit.”

And do so in a whisper ~ warmly, kindly, softly, gently, lovingly, in awe and wonder.

“Holy Shit.”

Make it a daily practice: just how many times in a single day can you sincerely and honestly say holy shit in the face of your apparent shit? In response to one provocation, temptation, and obligation after another, how many times can you whisper holy shit without losing your shit?

As I said, life in 3D is inherently unstable, and we all know deep down, that for as long as we continue to inhabit this world in 3D, something new and unforeseen or surprising or unexpected will invariably, inevitably arise. Are we ready, willing, and able to receive it responsively?

And do so with divine intent?

What if we all encouraged each other to do this?

What do you suppose would happen?

Are you ready and willing to find out?


The daily practice of declaring “holy shit” in response to any apparent shit precedes this potent practical reminder: “I take this shit, making manure as I go to make it so,” knowing that as I do, I am paying my respects to the qualities of balance, resilience, insight, and empathy.

“Holy shit … I take this shit, making manure as I go to make it so.”

On the surface, this might sound easy inside the comfort zone of your current space, but I can assure you that the challenge is real. With all manner of provocation, you’ll be navigating fear, doubt, wrath, and envy; with all manner of temptation, you’ll be dealing with greed, lust, sloth, and gluttony; and with all manner of obligation, you’ll be walking through swamps of pride, pretense, prejudice, and presumption.

Here is your chance to contain or confront, compassionately and wisely, in The Way of Huna Wisdom, the ancient excreta of humanity: the menacing, malignant excretions and ejections of malice, malevolence, and mistrust that invariably arise when push comes to shove.

The memories of exile, abandonment, and betrayal are indelibly imprinted in the body of humanity from long ago, and the cosmic sword of separation remains alive and well in the current affairs of humanity.

“Holy shit … I take this shit, making manure as I go to make it so.”

The energies of blame and shame are stern teachers indeed.


To bring the declaration of holy shit into daily play and practice by way of the Huna wisdom, let us begin by assuming a spiritual identity as a celestial gardener on planet Earth. To wit: “I take shit and make manure as I go to make it so, because, well, … this is just who I am.”

The role of celestial gardener extends further as one that plants seeds and tends to the growth of plants with conscious access to all nine densities, providing stimulus and encouragement for spiritual growth to all who seek to be of service and realize the truth of creation.

Aside: if you’re new to my writings, and you feel an affinity for treating holy shit, I invite you to read the following (presented in the order in which they were written, recently published on my site over a span of 8 weeks) for bringing yourself up to speed as a celestial gardener:

A Topic too Dark for Words

Remote Influence, Anyone?

The Gray Heart of Humanity

The Keys to Your Im(maturity)

Fulfillment in the End Times

Ninth Density Consciousness

Control, Influence, Authority

The Way of Huna Wisdom

Note: if you’ve already read these posts, may I suggest reviewing them in light of this post?

Before I bring the matter of holy shit (aka emotional catalyst) within the purview of Huna wisdom, I find it interesting to note that the role of celestial gardener requires some familiarity with the notion of parallel processing. I hinted as such immediately above the references.

On one side of the brain, we spend linear time engaged in the play and practice of holy shit to gather what I call negative wisdom, even as we continue to spend horticultural time planting seeds of wisdom and tending to the resulting growth of plants ~ what I call positive wisdom.

Not only do celestial gardeners dedicate their time and energy to each endeavor of wisdom in favor of harvesting positive wisdom, they also dedicate their time and energy to ensuring their facility at flipping the switch between these two endeavors, as required or desired.

Admittedly, these dedications are not always an easy daily juggle to pull off with grace and ease, especially on a planet like Earth, where all manner of energies are circulating through the body of a humanity under constant, unrelenting pressure to play, practice, and perform.

Admittedly, too, the temptation to dedicate oneself solely to planting the seeds and cultivating the plants while ignoring, avoiding, dismissing, bypassing, or evading the weeds is a strong one indeed, but not one becoming of a true celestial gardener, who is ever prone to asking …

how best to cultivate a soul of gratitude with compassionate wisdom
to foster acceptance in, and with, and through a spirit of generosity?

Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on your point of view), this mother lode of a question has a tendency to attract all manner of apparent shit in daily life, in ways and by means that appear unforeseen (via provocation), surprising (via temptation), or unexpected (via obligation).

Fortunately, because any apparent shit is catalytic in nature, and therefore conducive to the growth of compassion and wisdom, the celestial gardener can and will receive and reflect on said shit, responding thus: “Holy shit, I take this shit, making manure as I go to make it so.”

Not necessarily in these words, but with words that express the divine intent behind them.

Unfortunately, because such shit can build to a peak where it becomes malignant and repugnant beyond belief, there is a natural tendency to ignore, avoid, dismiss, bypass, or evade any and all apparent shit by cloaking the soul and spirit in a defensive shield of love and light.

Hence the juggle struggle to open and close, receive and reflect, respond and reject. One might ask: just how important is it that I cultivate, calibrate, consolidate, and concentrate the qualities of balance, resilience, insight, and empathy for the sake of soul and spirit both?

Ask yourself, dear reader: just how important? That is, just how relevant and significant? Let me help you put this matter into perspective so that you can see just how much value these questions have.

Just imagine for a moment rising or falling into a life full of charm by way of peace, love, joy, bliss, grace, ease. What a life. You’re met with harmony, felicity, serenity, and serendipity at every turn, making you wonder: how did we as souls end up being mired in so much shit?

At some time, in some space, on some level, did we not choose this apparent shit to test our mettle by cloaking ourselves under a veil of forgetfulness and forgetting? What if the gold key to our collective success is to construe this apparent shit as holy shit? Just what if?

The Way of Huna Wisdom is robust enough to bear the load of holy shit, as follows. Here, I do not at all wish to malign this wisdom, but to honor it with everything I’ve got (and then some) because I know deep down that it offers a way through the muck and mire of holy shit.

Ike (ee-kay): holy shit is what you think it is
Kala (kah-lah): there are no limits to holy shit
Makia (mah-key-ah): the energy of holy shit flows where attention goes
Manawa (mah-nah-wah): in response to holy shit, now is the moment of power
Aloha (a-low-hah): to love holy shit is to be happy with holy shit
Mana (mah-nah): in the face of holy shit, all power comes from within
Pono (poh-noh): where holy shit is concerned, effectiveness is the measure of truth

In light of this wisdom, for the love of holy shit, let us see, as celestial gardeners, how many of these questions we can incorporate into our daily lives as we go about testing our mettle with holy shit:

0) am I open and receptive to the other?
1) am I completely honest with the other?
2) am I sure this is what I think and feel?
3) am I responding to what is being said?
4) am I seeking to persuade or impress?
5) am I really, truly listening to the other?
6) am I clear of accusation or complaint?
7) am I supporting the other to feel safe?
8) am I speaking respectfully to the heart?
9) am I heartfelt as/when catalyst strikes?

Affirmative answers to all of these questions in any given moment express a fearless discernment born of acceptance. In my experience, these deceptively simple questions are not only powerful beyond belief, they also seem impossible to answer in the affirmative more often than not.

Still, these questions serve admirably as perennial guidelines for cultivating expressive wisdom.

If your deepest desire is to learn how to love with wisdom
and to know what it is to have compassion while invoking justice,
then you move into those energies of acceptance and of justice
that are invoked in blue ray (aka expressive wisdom) ~ Q’uo

I now wish to recall in more detail my experience with the trickster bully …

As a young boy of 7 or 8, I recall sitting at the edge of a schoolyard, next to an older boy I had never seen before (and have not seen ever since). I recall watching him wield a small stick like a wand. I recall that he pointed his wand at me and coaxed me to eat from the tip of the stick. I saw that it was covered in shit and wondered why he would have me eat shit. I recall that he repeatedly coaxed me in a friendly way to eat it. Even after I calmly refused the bait, the trickster bully tried to fool me into thinking that it wasn’t what I thought it was and that I should give it a try, to which I calmly rejoined “Why do you want me to eat shit?,” to which he reassured “This isn’t what you think it is,” to which I replied “I don’t eat shit,” to which he responded with calculated intent by casually smearing the shit on my leg as punishment for my calm refusals. In taking shit from this trickster bully, I received yet another taste of malignant human conduct, but without eating the shit.

Was I open and receptive to his attempt at performing black magic? Yes. Was I completely honest with his offer to eat shit? Yes, I didn’t want to eat shit. Was I sure this was what I thought and felt? Yes. Was I responding to what was being said? Yes, absolutely. Was I seeking in any way to persuade or impress? No. Was I really, truly listening to his offer to eat shit? Yes. Was I clear of accusation or complaint? Yes. Was I undermining his sense of safety? Perhaps in a way I was not aware, yes. Was I speaking respectfully to the heart? Yes. Was I heartfelt when catalyst struck? I didn’t react to being casually and nonchalantly smeared with shit, but I did wonder why he felt so compelled.

I will now run this apparent shit through the principles of Huna wisdom and turn it into holy shit and make some manure … I am now going back in time to me at age of 7 or 8 for a reframe of my shitty experience: “Holy shit, I take this shit, making manure as I go to make it so …”

Ike (ee-kay): holy shit is what you think it is

I cannot deny that someone in my childhood tried to make me eat shit.

What kind of world contains a soul that would want a child to eat shit on a stick? Perhaps a world where tests are conducted with approval from the tribe to see just how wise or naïve a child can be? Perhaps a world where souls are initiated and inducted into secret societies? It is clear that I both failed and passed the test. I didn’t eat the shit (fail) but I did permit myself to be branded with shit for my refusal (pass).

Either way, in some sense, I am still worthy of someone or something.

Perhaps the older boy was my teacher; here is a lesson for you: “you’re not as innocent as you might think, or if you are, you better not be as innocent as I think you are or else someone (like me) will surely take advantage of you and do worse shit than what I can do to you.”

Point well taken, up to a point, but was it really necessary to use shit?

Maybe it was, and maybe I needed to be initiated; what do you think?

Kala (kah-lah): there are no limits to holy shit

This is another way of saying in a less long-winded fashion: “there are no limits to which apparent shit can be viewed and/or treated like holy shit to make manure as you go to make it so.” Also, “there are no limits to which the deepest, darkest shit can be treated as holy shit.”

If this is so, the next principle really comes in handy for dealing with holy shit.

Makia (mah-key-ah): the energy of holy shit flows where attention goes

As E equals mc squared, even with the energy of holy shit, and if the mass of holy shit on this planet is immense, is there then not immense energy to be tapped for the benefit of us all? What sort of quality attention can be paid to all of the apparent shit that can be viewed and/or treated as holy shit? Are we missing out if we persist in ignoring, avoiding, dismissing, bypassing, and evading all of this holy shit?

Manawa (mah-nah-wah): in response to holy shit, now is the moment of power

Now is the moment of power, so what are we waiting for? Might we dare give up sedation and distraction long enough to deal with all of our apparent shit as well as our holy shit? Just imagine all of the vital energy that would be freed up to live without sedation and distraction.

I simply cannot imagine living with so much vital energy, can you?

Aloha (a-low-hah): to love holy shit is to be happy with holy shit

This one is a real stretch, I admit, but again, what if? What if, en masse, we saw fit to bring love and light to the deepest, darkest shit imaginable, viewing and treating it as holy and being happy with the results?

Mana (mah-nah): in the face of holy shit, all power comes from within

This means no more playing the game of blame and shame. We own up to all of our apparent shit in this world, treating the deepest, darkest shit as holy shit, and in the interests of interstellar absorption, stepping into our sovereign power as members of a truly global society.

Pono (poh-noh): where holy shit is concerned, effectiveness is the measure of truth

With this post, I offered you a load of shit, which you can treat as apparent shit in view of all of the deepest, darkest shit imaginable. Your response, if you even choose to have one, is to view and treat your shit with a unique sense of balance, resilience, insight, and empathy.

Now how effective are your responses?

0) am I open and receptive to the other?
1) am I completely honest with the other?
2) am I sure this is what I think and feel?
3) am I responding to what is being said?
4) am I seeking to persuade or impress?
5) am I really, truly listening to the other?
6) am I clear of accusation or complaint?
7) am I supporting the other to feel safe?
8) am I speaking respectfully to the heart?
9) am I heartfelt as/when catalyst strikes?

Your answers say a lot about your shit.


I cannot in good conscience leave you with so much shit (and yes, this will be the last time I use this word in this post), and so I will switch my focus to celebrating love in the light of celestial wisdom.

For ease of reference, and for the sake of my switch in focus, here again are the principles of Huna wisdom, slightly modified from the original to lend them a personal touch with which you too can identify. In reviewing them, I invite you to imbibe them, to make them your own:

Ike (ee-kay): the world is what I think it is
Kala (kah-lah): there are no limits to what I can manifest
Makia (mah-key-ah): my energy flows where my attention goes
Manawa (mah-nah-wah): now is the moment of my power
Aloha (a-low-hah): to love my self and my life is to be happy with my self and my life
Mana (mah-nah): all of my power ultimately comes from within
Pono (poh-noh): effectiveness is the measure of my truth

This is not to say that the personal dimension is superior to the impersonal dimension. Both have their place in the ultimate scheme of things; just ask those who hang out in sixth density (like your so-called higher self), living and dwelling above and beyond identity and duality both.

But I digress.

In writing this post, feeling my way through as I go with no preconceived plan from the get-go, it has become increasingly apparent to me that God is Us, and by Us, I don’t just mean those of us here and now on this planet; I mean all of us, all beings everywhere and everywhen.

In my view, in the face of profound evil and suffering, no other conclusion is possible.

The mystery of being is resolved in a most breathtaking way by simply acknowledging that we (everyone, everywhere, everywhen) chose to cloak ourselves behind a veil of forgetfulness and forgetting so as to explore, examine, and experience the very depths of good and evil, pain and pleasure, happiness and suffering ~ even at the risk of bearing the most profound and pernicious of personal lack and loss.

The beautiful, powerful wisdom of Huna, however, offers a way out ~ and a way through. Although conceived at another time in another place, this wisdom is as relevant as ever, as this planet undergoes yet another transition into a deeper, denser light of higher consciousness.

I invite you, encourage you, in reviewing and re-reviewing the principles of Huna wisdom in a personal light, to make this world your own, to craft a life and a lifestyle attuned and aligned with your world, to embody and express your own truth, your own love, your own power.

Own it all, to see just how high, and how far, you can go with your freedom and fulfillment.

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