When a Medium Visits Pearl Harbor…

Visiting Pearl Harbor was a first for me. I knew it was something I wanted to do as a daughter of a Merchant Mariner, who as part of his tour of service, went to and from Hawaii and San Francisco. I still have a shell my dad picked up somewhere along the shoreline to bring back to my mom. As a medium, I didn’t know what to expect. I said my morning prayers and told Spirit, as I do every morning, I am willing to be of service. That morning, I just added one little addition “to anyone who may be in need of healing messages while at Pearl.” 

Energetic bubble donned, I was prepared to journey to Pearl Harbor. I didn’t know what to expect, so I left my expectations in my room.

Being a federal site, (it’s called a “park” – that just doesn’t feel right, though), they provide some history to help put the experience into perspective. I came away with an outlook that I didn’t expect – again, I left my expectations back at the hotel.

In the opening orientation of our tour, our young Hawaiian guide told a story about how a government bill was recently introduced to bring up the remaining oil from the belly of the sunken ship.  This bill was disbanded after protests from locals and military families, as it is believed that the oil drops that rise to the surface of the ocean represent the tears of the men who were trapped and died in the ship and it would be disrespectful to them. I personally watched several of these oil droplets rise to the surface and spread out in iridescent swirls.

 As we watched the newsreels and footage of the days leading up to December 7, 1941, I was struck at something so simple – the powers that be made their decision to attack because of their perception of the availability – or lack thereof - of the fossil fuel we call oil.

When we reached the memorial, I braced myself for communications from those who may be “stuck” there – and surprisingly, I found it quiet and peaceful.  It didn’t feel like anyone was “left behind”. Yes, there was a layer of the noise of that chaotic morning, I got a whiff of the burning, but I knew it was all just the residual energy that is kept alive by the retelling of their story to the visitors. 

I found a quiet corner in the room with all the names on the wall. As I scanned the list, I asked my Reiki channels to open and affirmed healing be sent to all those in need to release the fear and chaos of the time, to help them with clarity for understanding and to release the grips of grief that may still be lingering.  What I was shown, was almost like a timeline, of how the grief ripples through the generations, creating confusion, resentment, bitterness, sadness and fear for those who came afterward. I asked Spirit to bathe this timeline with healing light, too.  And while I was there, sending healing light to this generational timeline, I heard this:

A better way to honor them is by not repeating the same actions.

Honor them by respecting the Ocean.

Honor them by finding another way.

They have since moved on. We haven’t, as we continue to battle over fossil fuels, land and egos.

If we don’t become better stewards of this planet, we are not honoring their memory.  It is the desecration of all who have perished in the Earth’s Ocean by continuing to ignore our environmental blunders.  

I think that’s why the oil continues to rise to the surface, one drop at a time.