Journey to the Temple of Mu

By Lloyd Canty

This adventure-packed metaphysical drama is the continuation of the story from the first book: The Blue Mountains. Traveling from opposite sides of the Pacific Ocean, the two principal characters in the story finally meet in Hawaii and journey together to Maui to be alone together. Little do they know what's in store for them in 'paradise'. They are guided by the 'elder brothers' of infinite love and wisdom to follow their hearts. Their journey is not an easy one. They endure physical hardships, deception, intrigue and harrowing adventures in their quest to find the truth of life and in the process, find themselves.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lloyd Canty
• Release date: Aug 28, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301192793

Lloyd Canty

From an early age, I was curious about spiritual things. I wanted to learn as much as I could about the reason for my existence. In my teens my daily practice included meditation and Hatha Yoga and and I focused my studies on both Eastern and Western aspects of spirituality from the tenants of mainstream and Esoteric Christianity to the principles of Buddhism, Metaphysics, Theosophy and Mysticism. I also spent time learning the finer arts of boomerang throwing from an elderly Australian Aboriginal. He started my interest in the mystical Aboriginal practice of Walkabout and DreamTime. I figured that if Aboriginals have successfully practiced the art of Walkabout for a few thousand years, I might as well give it a try. So, after completing my academic studies, I left Australia and went Walkabout on my own spiritual trek. My journey led me throughout Europe and the United States where I sojourned at key spiritual centers on both continents. By a strange twist of fate I ended up working for an extremely wealthy family in the southern part of Switzerland. After a few years I traveled to Mt. Shasta, California. Many of my free hours were spent contemplating that most glorious of mountains. After four years of relatively reclusive living, I headed south and eventually created a successful company called Longevity Formulas. My wife and I later moved to Hawaii where I worked for a major international corporation. While living on Maui, I was instructed by two of the most preeminent Aikido teachers in the world: Suzuki Sensei and Curtis Sensei, together with Vipassana training by Kamala Masters and Steve Armstrong. During that time, I experienced a serious spinal injury. The Walkabout I had begun so many years before had now turned into a Walkabout through the Dark Night of the Soul, where everything in my life began to fall apart and was stripped away. It was during this time of renewed walkabout that my life began to take on a whole new meaning. This process inspired me to write about these steps, knowing that so many people are going through dramatic life changes. I decided to put all that I had learned in story form, the result being the publication of my first book, “My Boomerang Will Come Back” and subsequent series of Metaphysical novels such as, “The Blue Mountains” and it’s sequels, “Journey to the Temple of Mu and “Letters from Lemuria.” So many people have been impacted and inspired by these books. I will continue to write these stories for this reason.

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Journey to the Temple of Mu

Lloyd Canty

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Copyright 2013 Lloyd Canty

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Table of Contents

Sun God

Not Alone

Footsteps in the Sand

The Road to Hana

Turning Point

Meeting of Souls

Coming to Terms

Regression

Cause and Effect

Past Lives

Voices in the Night

Legends

Point of no Return

Graveyard Shift

On the Path

Death's Doorway

The Temple of Mu

Lemuria

Lost Continent

Atlantis

The Circle of Life

Re-embodiment

Earth Changes

Letting Go

Sun God

Aloha friends! the voice boomed from behind us. Welcome to Hawaii nei.

We turned and there he was. All six foot seven inches of him.

Been a long time, Malino my friend, I replied, pressing my palm into his hand.

Aaah sheesh! You haoles never learn, he chuckled, pulling me into his huge body and pressing the air out of my lungs. This is how we greet in Hawaii.

Mishelle laughed as she watched Malino give me a bear hug.

Mishelle, I'd like you to meet my dear friend Malino, I said, still gasping for air.

While his significant stature commanded immediate attention, Malino did not use his enormous size to intimidate. He was a gentle man and when in his presence, one instantly sensed his peaceful and loving spirit - the real Aloha.

Malino embraced Mishelle tenderly. He then placed a beautiful lei around her neck and gently met the tip of her nose with his, inhaling and exhaling as he shared a Hawaiian chant. He explained to us that sharing the breath of life was an important tradition of ancient Hawaii.

This is the meaning of the word Aloha, he said. Alo means to share. Ha, is the word for breath. In Aloha, we share our spirit through our breath!

Malino could not help admire the seashell pendant Mishelle wore. He patted his heart with the palm of his huge hand and said to her in his deep reverent voice, I see you are a kindred spirit, Mishelle!

It's so good to see you, Malino, I chimed in.

Likewise, little brother, he said, slapping my back with such force it knocked me off my feet. I see you're still as light on your toes as ever, he laughed. Let's go get your baggage.

So what are you doing with yourself nowadays? I asked, walking by the big man's side with one hand around his shoulder, my other hand around Mishelle's waist. I haven't heard from you for ages. Been hiding out in your banana patch on this little piece of paradise, trying to keep it all to yourself, eh?

Malino laughed. I can see you haven't changed much since I had you on my knee as a mischievous keiki, Lloyd. I'm surprised you have the time in your busy schedule to come and visit old Malino since I hear you're now a big shot businessman.

Malino picked up our baggage and then turned to Mishelle. Don't worry about us, Mishelle, he joked. I always liked to kid him. He needs a good razzing at times. It keeps his big ego in check.

I agree, she laughed.

Avoiding my question, I persisted. Must be something really good for you to keep sidestepping it.

Malino just grinned and waited patiently for the pedestrian light before he answered. He wheeled our baggage across the airport road to the parking lot as he talked.

I can see your tenacious nature hasn't changed, Lloyd. That's a quality I always admired in you, he said. Then he lowered his voice and drew us closer with his eyes. What I'm doing now is more satisfying than anything I've ever done before, including staying up all night in the college dorm drinkin' and talkin' story with your dad.

Okay, so stop leading us on, I said. What's this big secret? You've made a killing with your stock portfolio?

Not quite, Lloyd. You know about the plantation estate that belonged to my father?

I nodded.

I've redesigned the entire property so that it can accommodate special guests, like yourselves, who come to the island for healing and self-discovery.

Oh, yeah? I said. Discovery of what?"

Yourself… finding out who you are.

That's your big secret?

Malino roared with laughter.

You got me, I said. I thought you had some special business deal going down. Do you make any money off of this stuff?"

He laughed. I'm not in it for the money. I'm in the business of helping people realize their fullest potential. I do it because it's the right thing for me to do.

How did you get involved in that? I said, thinking it somewhat out of character for a guy who had make millions carving up large companies into small ones.

Malino talked as he loaded our baggage into the back of his four-wheel-drive.

Quite simply, he replied. Some time ago I came to the conclusion that every person has a distinct purpose for his life. It's just a matter of remembering the blueprint you originally designed for your life before you were born. If I can help provide the right setting conducive to realizing that purpose and recognizing your full potential, then I have done something that is pono.

What is pono? Mishelle whispered to me. "And that other word he used when we arrived… Hawaii nei I think?

Pono means 'good and honorable.' The other you'll need to ask Malino about, I said, still feeling confused by Malino's weird reply.

Aah! I see you're quickly taking to our language, Mishelle, Malino chuckled. That is super pono! And to answer your question, little sister, Hawaii Nei means 'my beloved Hawaii.'

That's beautiful, Mishelle said, thanking him.

Driving to Malino's home, past the old sugar mill, through the verdant cane fields flowing like a sea of green between the mountains, was a striking contrast to the endless concrete sprawl of L.A.

Malino pointed at Haleakala in the east. This was once a volcanic mountain standing over fourteen thousand feet, Mishelle, about the same height as Mt. Shasta in northern California, that is, until the top third blew off and rained volcanic ash and rock over our island. The eruption created this isthmus we're now driving across. You will notice how rich and red the soil is; it's ideal for the sugarcane and pineapples that grow so well here.

In many ways it reminded Mishelle of the tropical northeast coastline of Australia where she had spent many of her childhood summers vacationing with her parents.

He then pointed to the right. These are the West Maui mountains. Their Hawaiian name is Kahalawai, which means where the waters meet - home to the secret burial grounds of my ancestors, the Ali'i, and the last stand for the brave Maui warriors who battled the invading army of King Kamehameha to the death centuries ago.

What happened? Mishelle asked.

The King was attempting to unify all of the Hawaiian islands under his one rule. He and his warriors sailed in vast fleets from the Big Island of Hawaii, which is the next island closest to us, south of Maui. Kamehameha and his men trapped the brave Maui warriors in the steep walled valley of Iao, which lies just over that ridge, he said, pointing to a sharp incline of tree covered volcanic wall. Few escaped the slaughter. Legend says the stream ran red with blood for many days and the spirits of the dead, the 'Night Marchers,' can still be seen roaming the battle ground each evening.

Despite its bloody history, Mishelle could sense the serenity and peacefulness of this valley island. The spirits of the past have made atonement with their gods, she thought, and found solace in the beauty of this land.

Malino continued his tour guide role. "It may sound strange to you given some of the violent past history I have just described, but Maui is known as a place for healing. People travel to this island from all over the world. Sometimes the work needed is of a physical nature. More often than not the illness is deeper and requires inner spiritual medicine.

You see, my friends, to many people this island we call Maui is the center of things. It is halfway between the East and West. This makes it a very unique place, somewhat like the old caravan routes in ancient Persia. It is a crossroads for people on a journey in pursuit of ancient lore, higher spiritual knowledge, and deeper understanding. It is the place where you can really get to know yourself, Lloyd, he said, turning his head and directing his gaze at me.

I pretended to ignore him. This wasn't the Malino my Dad hung out with. Not the flashy successful, overconfident guy with the huge beaming smile that everyone admired. I had to wonder if he hadn't been spending too much time in the hot tropical sun without his woven hala hat.

It was approaching late afternoon when we arrived at his secluded estate. The main house, a long open rectangular building with Polynesian style thatched roof was tucked away on the upper part of the hillside under the waving fronds of two enormous Royal palms. Downhill of this structure were a dozen or so bungalows of the same design as the large house, but much smaller in scale, spread intermittently amongst the gardens of flowering pikake, hibiscus, and fragrant ginger. A waterfall gurgled and meandered its way down the gentle grade between these structures.

The view of the coastline was spectacular. Far into the distance we could see turquoise blue ocean and white sand beaches lined with palm trees. To the southwest lay the island of Lana'i and beyond that, sitting thin on the horizon, was Moloka'i. To the south, across the Alalakeiki Channel was the uninhabited island, Kaho'olawe, and near it, Molokini, an ancient volcanic crater jutting straight up from the sea and partially filled with ocean. From our viewpoint the profile of Molokini looked like a giant sea turtle. The island of Hawaii, the biggest of the Hawaiian islands, sat far off to the east, barely visible to the naked eye.

* *

After settling into our rooms and exchanging the usual pleasantries with our host, Mishelle and I took a walk down to the beach to catch one of Maui's renowned sunsets.

Everything seemed surreal to us. Things had moved so fast, there had not been enough time to think about all that had occurred to date; all the things leading up to our trip to Hawaii, and yet, strangely, it all felt right to me. First Mishelle's accident, and now the fact that we had finally come to meet. We might have lived our entire lives in completely different hemispheres, never knowing each other, and now we were together as if we had picked up from where we had left off in some previous time. Could it be that there does exist some greater force that orchestrates all of this? Were Mishelle and I predestined to be together? It was pretty inconceivable and I quickly discounted the idea, preferring instead to believe in something more practical like random physics. Stuff just happens because it happens, by accident or otherwise, not by some preordained plan.

* *

Evening was fast approaching. We walked along the beach as far as the hotel Kea Lani - meaning 'white heaven.' It did look like a piece of heaven with its towering white turrets stretching skyward above the sea. The tiki lamps were lit around its perimeter and the haunting sound of a conch shell played in the distance signaled the end of another day in paradise.

I held Mishelle in my arms. The sunset was spellbinding. It's mesmerizing light bathed us in its last fleeting rays. We gazed into its brilliance as it dipped low to kiss the horizon beyond the distant island of Lana'i. It seemed to linger maternally there for a few moments, wrapping us gently in its golden glow. Then, taking up a cloak of deep magenta, it cast soft beams of roseate light upon the hovering clouds and for several ecstatic moments we were caught up in its magical spell.

Not Alone

While we enjoyed this tranquil scene, out of nowhere a stranger appeared before us. We hadn't noticed anyone else on the beach. I had no idea where he'd come from. It was difficult at first to guess his origin. He looked Hawaiian. At least his skin was the same color as the local Hawaiians and yet the shape of his head, his wide heavy brow and tall lean body belonged to some other race. I guessed he was middle aged. He wore a light beard, partially greyed, though his hair was thick, curly and black. The feature that most struck me were his eyes. I had never seen eyes so dark and inscrutable, yet so full of light.

Welcome home. It's so good to see you, he said, as he smiled warmly.

His words were spoken in clear, flawless English with poetic directness.

Home? I said, surprised by the stranger's comment. I think you may be confusing us with some other folks, my friend!

The stranger approached closer. Please, allow me to introduce myself, he said assuredly. My name is Kani and I have come here to assist you.

I squeezed Mishelle's hand and began to lead her away. Thanks, I said, But we don't need your help. Have a nice evening.

The stranger continued. It's been a long time…

I'm sure it has, I said. "Let's just leave it that way, pal. We just arrived on Maui, we're a little tired