The dream I've been having has begun to push out other dreams from my subconscious until it became the only dream I would have every time I closed my eyes. It's an old downtown church and standing in the doorway, several ali'i dressed in regalia and finery have no trace of hope on their faces. Something feels terribly wrong. In real life, the old church is leveled as complaints from the neighborhood come to the attention of the police. Homeless drug addicts were squatting there and made things dangerous for the community. They were rousted from the old house of worship, and the church itself was leveled and destroyed after. Nearly a year later, when a developer bought the property and built a small strip mall, the construction crew uncovered several burials. Among the bones were found feather helmets and capes. Cultural practitioners were called to perform protocol and ceremony where they apologized for the disrespect of un-earthing such sacred bones. They then asked for the high-ranking spirits of those remains to send them a sign as to how they should protect the remains until they could find a proper place for them to be re-interred. A slight rain fell for a few minutes, and then the uncharacteristic appearance of the sun shone through the rain, causing a rainbow to arch over the deep Kalihi valley mountains. It was there that a proper place was found for the remains to be at rest. On the way out of the valley, we removed all markers and signs of any consequence that could give someone a clue s to where the bones might be. I wonder how many ancient Hawaiian remains are sitting under the foundation of old churches around the islands?
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