Magic Shiny Goddess Travels

Boston, New York, Plymouth…yeah, we’ve done some serious travelling recently. Now that we’re battened down for the winter, I can finally start to sort through some images…


Autentica Sabiduria (Authentic Wisdom)

Quiet Buck

I found this site very interesting, honest and sincere. 

We just have to be present. This leads to hopefulness.

More Crop Circle pix!

There sure is a lot of interest out there about crop circles! Here’s some more pix! Isn’t it interesting how people respond to these things…





Another Pretty Little Crop Circle

Thanks to the folks who have commented on the previously posted crop circle picture. Yes, I think personally they must be communications of some kind. Here’s another one I just found:

Acme Green Energy Solutions is Taking Orders!

Hey there all you people in cyberspace, some of whom I know and most of whom I’ve yet to meet: Acme Green Energy Solutions LLC ( is ready to take orders! We’re so excited!  Please check it out, tell your friends and neighbors; we’re ready to FLY!
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Adventures with Aunty Mobile

Update: We acquired a car on Christmas eve.  It is pictured above on Saddle Road, with Spencer at the wheel, before the adventure happened which is described below.
Myself and the Aunty Mobile had quite an adventure the other day, which I would like to share with you…sort of a way of giving myself kudos unabashedly, but also to communicate to all who read this post that things are never quite as bad as they seem, and that attitude is everything…
We were concluding a very nice three-week visit with soul-buddy Spencer, who is a whitewater river guide, mountain climber and all-round adventurer. Before jetting to Hawai’i to visit us, he had been in Nepal, hiking the trails there. 
It was my job to take him to the Kona airport, which is about a hundred miles away or more on the other side of the Big Island from where we live in Puna.
I dropped Spencer off at the airport with hugs and kisses and his promise to check his email more often, and then I went to a corner store to get lunch.  All seemed normal until I got about 30 miles outside of town. This area is a barren wasteland, though beautiful with grasses now grown over the rolling lava field hills.  I was making my way up a hill when it happened: the wipers (it was pouring rain) started to slow down, and the entire car was losing power fast.  I had just enough time to find a good place to pull off to the side of the road when the car went dead.  Absolutely dead, no juice at all.
I just sat there, thinking fast.  A nice lady pulled over just then and let me use her cellphone (mine needs the bill paid!) and so got a message out to Darlene at Sirius Coffee Connection ( where we & all our friends hang out, as David and Wes were not at Wes’ office when I called.
The lady left, and I got back into the car.  Boy, was I upset!  Miles from nowhere, in possession of limited cash, and no hope of rescue.  Or so I thought.  Man, I said to myself, this is sure a stupid situation!  Of course I cried for awhile out of sheer frustration.
After I calmed down, I thought some more: of course, some nice person of some sort, with a good heart and decent intentions, would come by and help.  It would probably be a local.
I alternately stood next to the car or sat in the driver’s seat, weather permitting,  for about an hour and a half, and was passed up by a towtruck, a state vehicle of some kind, and many, many cars, trucks and SUV’s.  I caught myself being angry at them for not stopping, and at Spencer for being on a nice comfy airplane going to his destination a heck of a lot faster than I was going nowhere. 
I made myself think instead; I imagined a truck pulling into the lay-by across from me full of nice people with jumper cables.  I took stock of my supplies: full water-bottle, a sandwich, a bag of sesame sticks, a sleeping bag.  I had everything I needed to stay awhile; I had even brought my black cohosh capsules for some unknown reason (we women of a certain stage in life rely on these!). I looked around at the landscape and told myself that at least I had broken down in a beautiful place. I rummaged around in the back and found a Smithsonian magazine and started to read the article about Petra as the rain poured down some more.
With the opening and closing of the door, I noticed that the dash was again showing ‘door open’ indicator lights.  So the battery was not dead after all!  Something must be therefore not charging the battery fully.  Was it the alternator?  Maybe.  But those indicator lights told me that, should someone actually stop by with the jumper cables, I would no longer be stuck and could at least make it to the next town.
At last I could begin to look around with some appreciation, though it was still unclear what I should do. I know what happens to abandoned vehicles here (they are picked apart like carrion). I decided to just wait.
Suddenly, just as I had imagined, my eye was caught by a white truck pulling over into the lay-by across the road from me!  I crossed the road, and was greeted by two friendly Hawai’ian men.  Their insignia told me that they worked for the state highway department, and they asked me what was wrong.  They lent me their cellphone so I could try David again; not reaching him, I called Darlene again and gave her an update.  Then I asked, “Do you guys have any jumper cables?”
They weren’t sure what they had in their equipment-laden truck, but the younger of the men got out and searched the truck bed.  And found nice, new, shiny jumper cables!  They pulled over to the other side of the road, and I hooked up my battery to one end of the set, and they did the same to their battery.  The car started immediately!  When they asked how long I had been at the side of the road, and I told them, they rolled their eyes and shook their heads.  I told them, “I knew locals (this is what the Hawai’ians call themselves) would come and help, because that’s how things are here!” and they smiled.  Then they counselled me to drive to Waimea as fast as I could, and not play the radio or use the wipers.  I thanked them profusely.
A few hours later, with a phonecall to David (thank goodness for payphones!) who helped me troubleshoot and one to tell him I had made it to Hilo, I was pulling into Pahoa when the dash lights started to dim.  I knew the car was going down again and managed to pull into the Sirius Coffee Connection parking lot- what divine intervention is that! The one place in town my car would be safe: it’s right across from the police station.  I got out, grabbed my things, and started walking.  I stood at the four-corners lights for perhaps ten minutes, and an older hippie couple with a tiny truck pulled over to ask where I was going.  They told me to hop in the back, and drove me all the way home.
I was tired; I was exhausted; but I was home!  I was so grateful.  David made dinner, and I fell asleep with gratitude in my heart for all the angels I was sent that day.
And the addendum?  The problem is the engine grounding braid! So simple to fix!
Blessings, everyone.  Remember that this is a friendly universe!    

13 Moon Calendar Revolution


You might ask yourself: why do I need to be bothered about natural time? Well, consider the fact that the calendar you most likely use now is pretty well arbitrary, installed by Roman emperors, and has nothing to do with the movement of the planetary bodies or the rhythm of the seasons. The 13 Moon people have a very, very good point about this whole thing, and I encourage you to check this out!

And just to put a personal spin on this: who owns your time? Are you in charge of it, or does it belong to somebody else?

Just food for thought.

Happy New Year!

Aloha from Hawai’i!
Happy New Year!
Contacts from around the world have been getting in touch, or getting back in touch, with me quite unexpectedly. What a pleasure this is!
The big news is: after first two months of walking and hitching, and six months of riding double (illegal!) on our little red scooter, we finally have a CAR. It’s a Toyota station wagon; it’s plushy on the inside, the engine runs well, and it looks slightly icky on the outside. In short, the perfect Aunty Mobile: a sleeper car that no one will look at twice. You can be sure I’ll post a picture of it, once I figure out which is its best side.
Being the rainy season here, it is so nice to arrive at one’s destination completely dry, and without smelling of rotting babydolls due to mildewed head-to-toe rainsuits. So very nice, and I am immensely grateful. Thank you Patrick!
Not only that, but as of late January, I will once again have Real Office Space! Thank you, Kevin!

Pretty Little Crop Circle


A friend of mine shared this picture with me today; not sure where it’s from, but it resonates:

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