So here l am in Alaska, it's a long time dream come true. The glaciers are breathtaking! We stop in one of the ports where Vanessa, my personal assistant and pal, are scoping out the quaint little town. We see a sign that reads ‘Red Onion Saloon’ and the name is corny enough for us to go in. What the heck, we're having a much needed vacation! It’s crowded in there, and the only seats left are at the bar. There is a sense of joy and much laughter, so we decided we had made a good decision.
Looking around the saloon, we see a sign that reads ‘Brothel Tour’ and we crack up. The waitresses are wearing sexy corsets and playing the role of the whores. It was a real brothel back in the day and just a lot of fun to see such playfulness among the workers, including the bartenders who were all dressed for those times. Above the bar, there were a number of paintings of prostitutes in different poses. The night before, we had been talking with a wonderful new friend, who we met on the cruise from our group. I told her how funny it was that many people have told me l was some famous person in some lifetime. How many Cleopatra’s were there? LOL. Then this delightful new friend blurts out that in her last life, she was a whore! We laughed so much! So it happened that one of the paintings was of a whore and her lover, and it looked just like our new friend! We took a picture of it and told her we found a portrait of her, from her former life. She loved it.
Looking around the saloon, we see a sign that reads ‘Brothel Tour’ and we crack up. The waitresses are wearing sexy corsets and playing the role of the whores. It was a real brothel back in the day and just a lot of fun to see such playfulness among the workers, including the bartenders who were all dressed for those times. Above the bar, there were a number of paintings of prostitutes in different poses. The night before, we had been talking with a wonderful new friend, who we met on the cruise from our group. I told her how funny it was that many people have told me l was some famous person in some lifetime. How many Cleopatra’s were there? LOL. Then this delightful new friend blurts out that in her last life, she was a whore! We laughed so much! So it happened that one of the paintings was of a whore and her lover, and it looked just like our new friend! We took a picture of it and told her we found a portrait of her, from her former life. She loved it.
 |  Our friend in her former life! |
On the walls we saw a hanging collection of bedpans. Yep, bedpans! A variety of shapes l had never seen before. It was a hoot! We were told the owner of the joint collects them and somehow it suited the crazy zaniness of the place. The Creator, this benevolent universe, only sees our perfection and we are never judged, we are loved beyond measure. I remember these things when l step into a place like this.
Check out the bedpans in the background!
Our bartender changed and we had a woman this time. She seemed sad. It was going to be a long busy shift with non-stop drinks for her to prepare, at lightning speed. She handled it well and began to share with us (while her hands were mixing drinks so fast, it seemed a blur), that her father had just past away a few weeks earlier and she missed him. She had an incredible inner strength that l admired. We spoke of Hawai’i and her journey there. It seemed significant.
Earlier in the week l was guided to put a few lava rocks in my purse. Not something l ordinarily do, unless l will be in ceremony, where l will leave them. As this bartender shared about her trip to Hawai'i, my Ancestors in the gentle way they always do, whispered to me to give her the last rock l was carrying. So l did and told her what they said. I asked her to hold it and feel its powerful energy. I also told her l could see her father next to her and he was wanting me to tell her, he was proud of her. That she was exactly where she was supposed to be, doing exactly what she was supposed to do. This woman with incredible inner strength was there bringing a service, that she was masterful at, with such care for her customers. She paid attention and listened to them. I told her all this and that she was needed and valued more than she knew. Her father's spirit affirmed what l saw. Somehow this was exactly what she needed and holding the lava rock in her hands, l told her she had the love and light of my Ancestors and the strength of Goddess Pele to draw upon, should she ever feel the need. She had a special connection to Pele, so the rock being one of Pele’s creations was very meaningful to her. Our next drinks were on her and that touched us.
The Red Onion Saloon!
But then something happened that touched us even more deeply and left its mark in my heart. As we stood up and were leaving, she had come from behind the bar and was standing there with tears in her eyes. Everything that had just happened between us had impacted her so profoundly. I held her tight as she wept and wept. I could tell this was not something she often did. Then l started to cry and Vanessa started to cry. When we walked out of the Red Onion Saloon we were still crying! Something grand had just occurred...
We spoke about it for a while, still crying and feeling the impact of this incredible encounter. I know l am never put anywhere by accident by my Ancestors. There is always a divine plan in the works, but this clearly spoke of their compassion and wisdom. It's why l never hesitate to follow their nudges. Always there is a gift greater than l could have thought to ask for and always it is a blessing. All of this took place in the Red Onion Saloon in a small town in Alaska. Things are never as they seem and we humans are loved and honored as precious pieces of the Creator ... wherever we are.
As l write this, l feel all the emotions again and weep with the sweetness and wonder and majesty of it all! It is my hope that the reader will be touched by this story too. I am blessed beyond words to do this work as a Kahuna and ambassador for the Ancients. Who would ever know some of my most rewarding work would be in a saloon!
I leave you with the love and light of the Ancestors. May you call upon it whenever you desire their touch and their compassionate wisdom.
Kahuna Kalei
We spoke about it for a while, still crying and feeling the impact of this incredible encounter. I know l am never put anywhere by accident by my Ancestors. There is always a divine plan in the works, but this clearly spoke of their compassion and wisdom. It's why l never hesitate to follow their nudges. Always there is a gift greater than l could have thought to ask for and always it is a blessing. All of this took place in the Red Onion Saloon in a small town in Alaska. Things are never as they seem and we humans are loved and honored as precious pieces of the Creator ... wherever we are.
As l write this, l feel all the emotions again and weep with the sweetness and wonder and majesty of it all! It is my hope that the reader will be touched by this story too. I am blessed beyond words to do this work as a Kahuna and ambassador for the Ancients. Who would ever know some of my most rewarding work would be in a saloon!
I leave you with the love and light of the Ancestors. May you call upon it whenever you desire their touch and their compassionate wisdom.
Kahuna Kalei
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