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.
