I always remeber what I was wearing when something significant happened in my life.
It doesn't make sense to anyone else but its one of those things. When it mattered, I used to think that colors I wore would effect the mood of people around me. Reds, blues, teals, oranges, particular kinds of purple. Today, its all black from head to toe. I'm pretty sure I think and visualize cinematically but I do indeed get inspiriation from people, places, and things around me. Unless, I'm really exhausted then it doesn't matter.I was wearing my speed racer shirt and kahki shorts when I saw the ghost of an older Hawaiian woman in my Kaukamana street home. She wore a white nightgown which I realize all these years later was probably what she wore while laying in her casket. Her hair was nicely brushed out to her shoulders. She showed me the casket she lay in which was situated in our living room. Not an uncommon practice back in the plantation days to have the services and the body of the deceased in your home. She didn't linger, she sort of came and went like someone who was there for a visit but wasn't staying long. Shortly after, another spirit came visiting but it stayed beneath my bunk bed and poked me from under the mattress. Then, a few months later when my hanai mother's niece came to stay with us, she brought a spirit with her that lingered in the house after she left a short time later. It turned out to be the spirit of her twin sister.
"She's the crazy one," the sister spirit insisted. "I'm the normal one."
The spirit was correct. My hanai mother's niece, June had a severe mental illness that would surface ten years later, and put her in the Kane'ohe state hospital. During those times I wore a lot of shirts and pants that paisely designs on them. It was the thing to wear at the time, because all the popular groups wore it like Iron Butterfly, and Three Dog Night.
We moved from that house in Maili to a place Waimalu on Ponohana Loop. I was into Gung-Fu back then so I wore a lot of Bruce Lee shirts, and I'd try my best to copy the kinds of clothes he wore. I mainly looked through martial arts magazines like Black Belt and Karate Illustrated not to see what types of Gi all the practitioners wore, but more so, what they wore as regular clothing. I thought it would give me some kind of magic karate powers. I was wearing a replica of Bruce Lee's tie string shirt when I got punched in the mouth in the bathroom at Waipahu Elementary. I deserved it though, I was being an ass to this kid who told me to leave him alone. I got what I deserved.
Today, all these years later, it doesn't matter what I'm wearing in what color, or style. Spirits communicate when they want, not at all concerned if you're wearing Georgio or Fruit of The Looms. When the spirit of dear departed friend of mine communicated a few days ago, I was wearing a shirt that I've been wearing for a week. It didn't matter that the shirt was ready to walk off on its own, my friends spirit manifested no matter what. He showed me an old school ring but it was a pencil drawing of one. Interesting, timming it was. Now, I'm sitting at my desk with no shirt even though there are several fans around me, its still hot. It will be embarrassing if a spirit appears now.
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