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"E'ho' omaikai keia huaka'i 
Blessings on this journey
E'ho' omaikai keia kane, wahine
Blessings on this man, woman
Lele walea akua la 
Go easily with spiritual assistance 
Amana, ua noa 
let it be so"

Ordained Christian Minister (twice), Self-Actualization Counselor, Reiki Master, Tibetan Khadroma (Skywalker) for 27 years. Ordained Kahu Pau'lele at Hale o Keawe, 2/7/98 by Kahu Lanakila and Kahu Kokua Hokunoeau Brandt at Pu'uhonua O Honaunau previously known as Place of Refuge. She was also trained in Po'ohuna by Kahu Lanakila MORE PHOTOS  

Dear Fellow Travelers,

I strive to transcend secular behavior, to embrace all religions, traditions and practices. I cling to no certain doctrine or dogma. I have spent my life in search of (my) truth. I make no religions and religiously practice spiritual connection. When Jesus and Parmahansa and Buddha and all of the Masters of all times said; "Call me and I will come!", they spoke truth. I call and they come. This remains my foremost pedagogue.

Tibetan Buddhism is not a religion, it is a practice. First it is a gift that you gave to yourself many lifetimes ago. Then you must be found by, this lifetimes, teacher‘s’. Please do not be fooled by the bodies of your teachers, this work as you know, spans lifetimes, and bodies are so transitory. Usually they find you and recognize you by your soul lineage. Your lineage has been supporting and perfecting certain practices within the practice, over many lifetimes.

A Tibetan Initiation is not an ending but a beginning. A tap on the door of your own soul memory. It is your own soul memory and the ‘practice’ of becoming the ‘perfect’ you; within the greater vision of our connected-ness. If that means, one of the greatest beings I walk with, is Jesus, so be it. This is perfecting my own piece of the puzzle.

Tantra Yoga, The Diamond Way, is also much misunderstood. When westerners see the word tantra they think sex. Similar to the way they think when they see Hatha Yoga.

(Did you know; it was men who brought Hatha or ‘body/mind’ Yoga to this country, and taught everyone to meditate, by going UP in their bodies. This is man’s yoga, women need to be going down, into female creative. This is a safe and powerful spot for woman to work out from.)

And yes… Tantra begins in the 1st chakra, with many incredible levels available, beyond the 1st. The Diamond Way teaches about experiencing the whole world, including the ones you can’t see, from a heightened state of awareness. You know, similar to the one, some folks only get with sex.

The way I begin, is by accessing the highest levels in our reach, first. The experiences of sitting ZaZen with someone, and the intimacy of achieving one mind, can really be fun. But, Tantra can be a confusing word. In some Buddhist sects, which are very much organized religions, tantra is another name for mantra, which in some cases is a long, historical prayer like The Diamond Sutra

I really try not to run on for too long…

Sincerely,









"For as long as I can remember, I've been searching for something, 
some reason why we are here. What are we doing here? 
Who are we? If this is a chance to find out even just a little part of that answer... 
I don't know, I think it is worth a human life. Don't you?"
                               --Jodie Foster as Ellie Arroway in "Contact."

 Faith's Bio:

The first six years of my life were lived in poverty. My mother was too proud to accept welfare so she worked night and day at two jobs, to support 3 children by herself. Our Father had abandoned us. (Bless her!)

Those formative years, for me, were filled with Angels. Only I didn't call them angels. And, I thought everyone saw and spoke to angels too.

I spent a great amount of my time healing birds and bushes, during those years. The birds I would put into pans with lids, on a warm bed of damp paper towels. They always recovered and I would try to keep them as pets (I was lonely) while my sister would always set them free and lecture me on wild things. She being only 13 months older than I and remarkable much wiser. (Bless her!)

I would watch the neighborhood boys run sticks along hedges and remarkable change the ethereal colors of the bushes. I would follow along behind them and change the colors back. I could feel relief return to the bushes and by way of the bushes, to me.

By 12, I had learned that my gifts were unwelcome in the world. Only I thought I was the unwelcome one. I kept silent most of the time and suffered in private, surrounded by angelic beings, some of whom were now those birds I had healed.

This knowledge that birds and animals indeed do 'go to heaven' makes it possible for me to read for all peoples. My first sight of Native American souls riding in on their radiant 'spirit steeds', was an encounter to forever cherish.

My abilities were fully functioning before I could be told that they are inconceivable.

In the late sixties and early seventies all these gifts started to become fashionable, even my name became something to fancy. Up until that time the kids were pretty cruel to such an unusual name. Even through the seventies the question became, had I 'renamed' myself. My Mother named me Faith she says, because she had, "Faith that things will get better."

I was ardently searching throughout all these years for; something to be, something to call myself, some group to fit into, some titles to evidence to the world, some legitimacy. Something that would make faith better.

Well, ... I have learned volumes, and earned specific titles, but I cannot be 'made' any better. I remain, just a woman, who speaks with Angels. And frequently argues, questions and tests their angel patience. I repeatedly question authority, as every good child of the sixties does. I have a real relationship with these angel-guys.

Angels remain the guiding dynamism in my life, even though I still feel like a child sometimes, putting broken birds in pans, on soft, warm nests of paper towels. I don't know why miracles occur, they just happen. While it never hurts to ask for one... with intent.

And always these spectral beings of iridescent light, from every race, religion, tradition and even world, are here. To love us unconditionally and eternally seems to be their ordinate consideration. Bless them!

by Faith Paulele
Copyright 2007

Dear Fellow Travelers,

As a tiny child in downtown Denver I would stumble over many injured crows. They all received the warm paper towels and pan with lid -cure. 

All recovered and in my later years, crow gave itself to me as one of my totems. Today crow remains my most significant physical sign post. When he physically appears in my life, I pay attention. This last week was filled with crow --ending with more than fifty perched on my roof for hours, talking.

You know me, gentle, faithful reader... I never name the Angels! (I will go into the why not's later, as there are many.) Those of you whom have had readings or have literally begged through e-mails for me to 'name' your Angels, have been disappointed. Some have understood the reasons why and have had greater success with your personal angels because of this.

I can count on one hand the number of times, someone's angel has said, "Tell them my name." These are always very special circumstances and it follows that those persons have the ability to not make, that one being, 'more special' than any of their other angels. I am sure this is why, they are given the information.

This past year has been ground breaking in so many ways. It makes perfect sense to me, that this "Angel's Speak!" has requested I name -names. So it is with full heart that today I name the angelic beings speaking as simply...

"Crow Wisdom."

Sincerely,
Faith Pau'lele

(Please remember that these are my beings, speaking to me. I share with you in order that someday, you will share what your angels are saying to you.)

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^i^'s Speak...
Submitted by
Faith

You find yourself drowning once again in the 'river of tears'. You own all those feelings and thoughts as your feelings and thoughts. Those of you who are so ultra-sensitive could actually drown in the sorrow of the planet, at this time.

This river says to you, "You are a failure! You should feel guilty, worthless, useless, helpless and confused! But most of all, you should feel hopeless! FEEL AS IF THERE IS NO HOPE!"

Now, you know it is not true.

This should be your clue that these are not your thoughts and feelings. Not your depression, not your sorrow! YOU KNOW BETTER! You know what you have accomplished, you know your true value, you know this is not you.

It is a measure of the power of  'the river of tears' that it could so, over-come you, at this time. You need to work as hard as you have ever worked to jump-out-of  this stream of consciousness. This river of the darkest thoughts and the deepest doubts, the saddest feelings, the war of wars, the collective un-conscious of  Earth.

EXAMINE YOUR VIEWPOINT!

Do you see only out of your physical eyes, looking closely at only the first 6 or so feet off the ground? Through eyes conditioned to only see in certain ways? To take information received in this manner and run it around a conditioned mind, trained in logical skills to own all thoughts and feelings as your own. To SEE in earthly ways?

When you see yourself through these eyes and compare yourself to these standards and own these sad feelings, then there is nothing left but, hopelessness! Part of the conditioning is designed to keep you always missing something. ("It is never enough, there is always lack!") ("Always greener someplace else!") ("Always wrong!")

Or...

Can you remember with your seventh chakra, the heavens? Can you expand up, into the feeling of being a divine 'cat whisker'? Feel with the EYES of your highest self. Feel up into the excitement of the wind as you fly and never leave your body.

See through your many other eyes.
Come.

Relax your physical. Breathe and allow your greater mind a soaring pleasure. A relief from constant torture of yourself, by your thoughts.

Breathe.
Feel up into ever widening spaces of silence and peace.

As your essence settles deep with in you. It is ok to relax. To stop pressuring your-self till you are so restricted 'you' ceases to exist. Feel, the sky, from the depth of yourself. Drop the body into deep rest and allow your quick mind to reach out into the wings of us --as we fly.

Fly as one mind...
into the fall, the harvest, the greater gifts you have grown.

Let all else fall like a lost feather, away, spiraling away. Breathe.  Your belief --are the eyes you see with from here. Do you deserve total flight? Can you be crow? Can you scatter beliefs like feathers and soar thoughtless with us? Listen, listen; To your wings as they pump on the air, stroke, sail... stroke.

Pay attention, far seeing eye. See only the brightest, the sparkle. Go there. Not because you must. But for pleasure, for soaring delight and the wonder of new. Go with no judgments, no expectations. Go only for the going. Go because it feels good to your winged mind to go.

Go to release the tension in your wondering. As you feel worthy to strongly stroke the air and rise above your worldly trouble. To release the burden of the grief you suffer so from. To know the above, the above from which all swift understanding sends it's beams to warm your small sad human beating heart.

To see your crying heart as river connected to river to river to sea. And you --you rise up to the air. A tear to be cried by a greater cloud. You are not your heart, sweet wing. You are not your body. You are not your tear. You are not your wing!

You are... we.

And we are flying free. It is ok to come. To cease to cry. To simply fly. And to cease to fly and become the very air to soar apon. To be stroked. You are not your body, you are spirit. ... and spirit never dies. Spirit seeks it's own freedom. Come fly in 'this' river, 'this' night time sky!

And when you face the bottom 6', when you are looking in someone's eyes, pay attention to the watcher part of yourself. The crow on the upper branch behind and above your mind. Simply be aware and hold the higher space. It will clarify many things for you. (That watcher crow with the keen eye.) And that clarity you can believe in. You can trust your higher self. You are your own answer! You deserve to be your own belief. You are worthy of the sky. (Just the way you are!)

Be the brightest sun in your universe.... again.
Remember. Remember what you believe.
Because the time comes AGAIN to expand your beliefs.
To stretch and soar your spirit... once more.

To take upper-mind-wing and fly.
Even, as you sit, in rush-hour traffic.
Even, in the bottom 6.
Be the sky. So high
it is only the sparkles-
that capture your mind's eye.

^i^'s END
~*~*~*

Award of Divine Grace
Thank you Misty, for your Beautiful Award!
Unfortunately, Misty's site is gone now.