Hawai’i has been unlawfully Occupied by the United States since 1893. fk ur july 4th.
The political landscape that we are witnessing today, is a result of generations of calculated grooming; individually and collectively.
For the purposes of this discussion, Grooming can be defined as a process (often covert) through which an offender manipulates someone else to gain their trust, in order to abuse or exploit them. Grooming is generally understood as something that predatory adults do to children. This is true and widely prevalent, as the Adult to Child relationship structure under Capitalist Patriarchy is Hierarchical and Authoritarian. However, grooming is also a tactic that has been normalized as “Business As Usual” amongst adults, in particular when dynamics of Class Power and Control are at play.
Grooming is not possible without an ecosystem of exploitation and complicity to operate within. Capitalism is a descendent of Colonialism, who is descended from Imperialism, which is an extrapolation of Patriarchy, all of which are founded upon the oppression and exploitation of those most vulnerable. Our current Hegemonic world order of Capitalist Patriarchy, serves as the ideal environment to normalize grooming while perpetuating it generation after generation, through coercive control and plausible deniability.
Those who are victims of grooming, may often go on to become a perpetrator. Thereby reinforcing the cycle of abuse and furthermore, enabling the impunity of their abuser, whom they may never view as abusive. Such is the complexity of trauma, particularly in a High Demand Society/Culture (colloquially referred to as Cults).
When we recognize that most figures whom American Society uphold as successful; from entertainment to politics, are the victims and perpetrators of years of coercion, control, blackmail, and abuse - it forces us realize that the propagandizing and manipulation go far deeper than we have acknowledged.
A note on the recent news surrounding Tulsi Gabbard - I am interested in exposing people like Chris Butler; the predators and puppet masters. It will be tempting for people to sensationalize Tulsi, as a Woman of Color who is explictly not Christian. I prefer to step away from that kind of fetishizing perspective, to demonstrate that Tulsi’s Cult-Like relationship to Chris Butler is actually not a curious anomaly at all but rather, as American as apple pie.
Chop Wood. Carry Water. Grow Flowers.
hello. hi. i will not be walking you, dear reader, through an overview of the last decade. i have grown weary of explaining myself and much has taken place for the entire globe, from 2016 to 2026. we are certainly in a different world now than we were then, and we are moving towards a much different world, than we are in right now.
the platforms that were once spaces of free and open social connection across the world, have turned into spaces of hyper-consumption, competition, and weaponized mass surveillance. i no longer want to share my creative spirit and labor with megalomaniac oligarchs, who are training ai models off our artistic expressions, emotions, and personal interactions. i have no desire to participate in reductive venues that demand we turn ourselves into palatable brands to maintain market relevancy and thus, worth, under patriarchy. i unsubscribe and withhold my energy from the mass psychosis of aspirational capitalism (colonialism in a shiny mask).
returning to a simple blog format is one part of a broader re-orientation towards a more intimate, sovereign, secure, analog, and mindfully paced life. it allows for a thread of maintained connection, without being forced onto platforms built to exploit, ensnare, and entrap us. it is a personal practice in “less is more” whilst continuing to publicly document the era we are living through, real time, which feels important.
for this blog, and all the work on my websites: there is no subscribe button, no collecting of your email, no newsletter or course to sign up for, and there is certainly no fee. we are collectively fatigued from being turned into products, which is taking a toll on our well being and our soul spirits. whatever happened to sharing art and philosophizing about the quandary’s of existence, just for the joy and dialectic of it? not for the profit or personal pr.
make humanity, human again.
some housekeeping notes:
i do not, and will not, ever (knowingly) use or post AI.
i utilize grammar and punctuation however i like. i have my reasons.
my work is open source, please still be respectful and cite. no co-opting. no plagiarizing.
for those who are here with sincere curiosity and liberatory reciprocity: welcome, comrade.
for those who are here to surveil and intel gather: iʻm still living rent free in your head, huh? lol.
Ashes to Ashes.
Stardust to Stardust.
O ke Ao ke kane
O ka Po ka wahine
Hānau mai ka laua
O Kapaʻakukahonua
Created on Equinox.
Brought into the light on Solstice.
Silence. Contemplation. Surrender. Tribulations. Hibernation. Retreat.
Honoring the silence of building of a new, tender little bud.
This is our blessed journey and we accept it wholeheartedly with grace and vulnerability, intuition and humbleness, arms wide open, arms wrapped warmly around this precious child.
Our child.
Our little sprout.
A gift from beyond, a gift to cherish, nurture, and bear witness to.
A love, a growing unlike any we have had the pleasure to experience before.
This growing is forever.
In awe.
In love.
The blog was on sabbatical while I immersed myself in the experience of pregnancy and birth. Motherhood begins to mature in full now. I am unsure as to how I will choose to utilize the blog moving forward. At this time, I make no promises except to those that pertain to my family and the beautiful life I have been given to worship and care for. New writings have emerged and undoubtedly will continue to arise. I am allowing myself and my child the space for those thoughts and writings to emerge at their own pace, on their own schedule.
We appreciate all the excitement that has been shared with us regarding this new phase in our lives. Thank you. Know that we will not be sharing pictures of our child on social media for some time to respect her own tender psychic development. Coming into being on Earth is hard work. There is a whole lifetime ahead of her and we would like to preserve as much peace and quiet for her, in all realms, for as long as we are able. Mahalo for respecting our desire to do so.
Until then....
Photo: Cadencia Photography
One year ago, to the day.
Wow.
Awapuhi sure has its season dialed.
We are merely slave to its irresistible aroma.
...are veins.
Hāloanaka.
Hilinamā.
'Olekūkahi.
✈️🌈
Legends compounded on one compound.
Checklist of Life:
✓ Facetime with master navigator halfway across the globe embarking on the longest contemporary voyage of a traditional Polynesian sailing vessel
✓ Meet his mom
✓ Cook her dinner
#nbd
Itʻs not all makeup and bright lights.
Thank goodness.
Hanging with food bloggers is no casual undertaking.
This was just the dessert.
Too.
Much.
Gluttony.
Ahupuaʻa: Heʻeia
ʻIli ʻĀina: Waipao
Vintage Victrola in action.
Found nowhere else but the underground lair, of course.
Do as the Kaimuki-ans.
Still barefoot and curious.
