UPDATE FEB 3, 2017


I learned my lesson yesterday. In a painful way. Still, I consider myself lucky. It could have been much worse. I could have been badly injured. Or even killed.

So last night I gave my spirit guides thank for my injury. And a pledge that I will never ever ignore their warnings.

So what happened?

Yesterday morning, Groundhog Day 2017, I emailed Elizabeth saying I was about to go town to the gulch to cut some Christmas Berry tree limbs that are blocking the light to the grass around the foot bridge and the burial place of my Music Crystal Transceivers. I told her not to worry because I was not planning to use any power tools.

What I did not tell her that these branches pretty thick and about 12-15 ft high off the ground (at the point where I cut them).

 Two hours later, and three pounds lighter, this is what I wrote to her:

“Well I spoke too soon. i did sustain an injury – at the very end of my pole saw work. The far end of the long pole saw snapped out of the base I was holding, and crashed my right shoulder, right on the rotator cuff.”

Which has been my chronic problem for years. That’s the shoulder on which I had rotator cuff surgery in 2005. And I had re-injured it on my riding mower here in 2011. And I again injured it at this very spot last year, when my foot with slipped off a rock while I was filling a bucket to water the plants. I fell into the creek and my right shoulder hit a rock.


Considering that this is where flood waters had also washed away my foot bridge three times in the last two years, I figured last fall that my spirit guides and the Santa Tierras (land spirits – fairies) were giving me a message: STAY AWAY FROM THIS AREA.

I said as much to Elizabeth and to my shaman-friend Heather in Sedona when we met in October.  Yet here was, on Groundhog Day 2017, testing my fate again. And finding out the hard way how unrelenting the spirit guides are in what they expect of us.


My spirit guides had already given me one gentle warning. Some of the branches I had cut had fallen into the creek. To get them out without getting my feet wet, I had stepped on this boulder you now see in the creek. At the time, only a part of it was sticking out of the riverbank. So I figured I was on solid ground.

I was wrong. Because the boulder rolled out of its hole and into the creek, taking my foot with it. I was not injured. But my right leg was soaked to the knee.

Yet I never considered this a gentle warning at the time. I just went on with my planned sawing work. And it was hard work cutting the limbs the size of my leg so high up. No wonder I lost nearly 3 pounds before I was done.

I had already cut three big limbs and was working on the fourth. It was the last and the smallest one.  But quite high.

As I had cut the final strand, the branch fell down from about a 15 ft height. To avoid being, I stepped aside. As I did that, the pole part of the pole saw snapped out of the handle I was holding and crashed on my right shoulder.


I still had to go on with the chainsaw work on the ground to cut up the limb into smaller pieces. And then haul them away across the Giraffe bridge into the jungle. And I also polished Anuenue when I got back up to the house.

It was hours later that I realized just how lucky I was. Because look at what was attached to the top of the pole that hit my shoulder. Had I not stepped aside to avoid the branch hitting me, I would have been hid by this saw blade across my head or neck, falling like a guillotine from 15 ft high.

I guess it wasn’t my time yet. That’s why my spirit guides were so gentle with me. A day later, my shoulder is a little sore but otherwise quite functional. So I wrote to Elizabeth:

“See what happens when you don’t listen to your spirit guides? They don’t let up until you show them you’ve learned your lesson and make a change in your behavior.”

Lesson learned. Never to be forgotten again.

By the way, this is also the area in which I found my ram horn the day before.  So I know that this is where the divine and land spirits are particularly active.

Which is why I thought you may appreciate it, too, although some people learn only from their own mistakes. And some never do. Still… there’s a chance.





Guess what the last flood waters brought to the Rainbow Shower from up the mountain?

This is a horn I discovered today, wedged between my Panax trees which mark the boundary between my and the neighbor’s property (which used to be part of the Rainbow Shower until a year ago).

Is it a sheep or a goat horn? A ram or a billy?

Either way, the animal has been dead for a long time. Because the horn is very light and hollow. Maybe I should clean it up and make into a musical instrument? Use it in one of my compositions? Like this horn below being played by a Slovenian shepherd (above).

After all, I found the horn steps away from the place where I buried my Musical Crystal Transceivers Despacho. Maybe the Santa Tierras of the Rainbow Shower want me to use it in one of my recordings?  Ram horn is an ancient Divine sound that goes all the way back to Moses (see below).

Here’s a video the a the sound of a ram horn:

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The Phoenician God Hermes was often represented in ancient art carrying a ram. Zeus, the greatest of all Greek Gods had once Secrets of the Pyramid Amon Ra Ram Sphinx exhibited himself to Hercules clad in the fleece and wearing the head of a ram. The Hindu version of the ram is the name Brahmin.

The Freemasons honor the symbol of the Ram in the name of their Masonic King known as Hi-Ram Abiff. The Jews today use a ram’s horn known in Hebrew as a “shofar” to announce their holy days and drive away evil spirits.

The shofar – ram horn – is sometimes called the “first trump of God.” Because God spoke to Moses with the sounds of horns and thunder.

For more, see…


Just got back up to the house from the gulch with my “new” horn. Had forgotten to bring it up earlier in the day. Before I started to clean it, though, I wanted to try “playing” it at sunset. That’s because the horn is probably very old and quite brittle. And I don’t know what I will end up with after my cleaning efforts tomorrow.
“Playing” ram horn – Sunset, Feb 1, 2017


UPDATE Feb 2, 2017


Here is my ram horn today, Feb 2, after I cleaned it and polished it. It changed color completely. It is now charcoal-brown, almost black in places.

I also cleaned Anuenue – our guardian horse – who is today doubling as Groundhog. No shadow – early spring – he is signaling. 🙂

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UPDATE FEB 2, 2017


Any music connoisseur would have loved the concert I attended last night at MACC (Maui Arts and Cultural Center).  It felt like a private performance, especially since I had a front row seat. There were fewer than 50 of us in a concert hall that seats 1,200.

“That’s how few music connoisseurs there really are on Maui,” I was thinking as I turned around to see how many people there were.

During the intermission, I remarked to a friend who is the best known music teacher on Maui, “no drums, no booze – no crowds.”

“And no big names” (star performers), my friend added.

So what was the concert about?

It was Jonathan Korth on piano and his wife Rachel Schutz, a soprano. Both are from New York originally. But they now live in Honolulu where Dr Korth is a professor of music at the University of Hawaii.

They chose to perform the songs that are rarely heard on stage. Such as the Songs from Scandinavia, Songs about the seasons in Germany, Rachmaninoff’s three songs – every bit as difficult on the pianist as some of his famous concertos that require virtuoso keyboard masters.

But what blew me away completely was the first piece they performed after the intermission – George Crumb’s “Apparition.” I have never seen or heard anything like it. And I have been into music since I was about 6 or 7.

Take a look at these photos…

What does it look like?

It looks like a man is tuning or repairing the piano while the woman is singing away to make his work lighter and happier. Right?

Well, what happened actually is that the pianist got inside the piano and played the strings as well as the keys. Incredible!


Before the concert, I watched for a few minutes a Hula practice at MACC. And I took a picture of myself so show Elizabeth the hat she bought me when we were in Italy in 2009.


After the concert, as I drove back home, I thought I might have dinner at Paia Fish Market – our favorite local restaurant. If only I could get there on time. They close at 9:30 PM. I made it with 2 minutes to spare! 🙂


And I was the only customer. Normally, this place is so busy that the line of customers waiting to order and be seated extends all the way to the street. And here I was – all by my lonesome now. A rarity. So I took this picture as a memento.

I remember that one time, Elizabeth and I also arrived there late like this after a concert. And they gave us extra large portions since they were closing up. The same thing last night. I could not finish it all.

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