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Featured Member's Choice Entertainment Digital Art 17 October 2007 ~ Western slopes of Haleakala into the clouds at 6400 feet elevation, Maui, Hawai'i ~ "MANA ~ A Neglected Gift ~ by Kaleiola `akea ~ In ancient times a great civilization stood on a land called Mu. Those who lived on this peaceful land understood the forces of the universe, they named this power mana. The manipulation and utilization of these forces were common place. Mana was known as the life giving force that emanated from Akua (God), it fills all of space, mana is that, which all things are made of. In time the residents of Mu began to abuse this great gift of knowledge, they used mana to selfishly obtain earthly things, they also used the power in harmful ways. This misuse affected the elements, polluted the land... this caused mother earth to respond, and after a time, the earth forces sank the motherland of mankind beneath the blue Pacific. Some of the "ancients" foresaw the signs of catastrophe to come, and sent men of wisdom to colonize in directions both east and west. Most of the remaining population perished, however, a few escaped to higher regions before the waters rolled in over the land. Those who made it to the mountain tops, now found themselves on islands cut off by thousands of miles of open ocean. Two tribes, the Menehune and the Mu survived on what is now called Hawai`i ..... ~ http://www.punawelewele.com/halepai/iulai/mana.htm

This is a composite image of Ka'ikena O'Iao Valley, West Maui, Hawai'i. © 2007 Sharon A Coultrap ~ Mahalo! ~ EARTH VOICES by: Bliss Carman (1861-1929) I heard the spring wind whisper Above the brushwood fire, "The world is made forever Of transport and desire. "I am the breath of being, The primal urge of things; I am the whirl of star dust, I am the lift of wings. "I am the splendid impulse That comes before the thought, The joy and exaltation Wherein the life is caught. "Across the sleeping furrows I call the buried seed, And blade and bud and blossom Awaken at my need. "Within the dying ashes I blow the sacred spark, And make the hearts of lovers To leap against the dark." I heard the spring light whisper Above the dancing stream, "The world is made forever In likeness of a dream. "I am the law of planets, I am the guide of man; The evening and the morning Are fashioned to my plan. "I tint the dawn with crimson, I tinge the sea with blue; My track is in the desert, My trail is in the dew. "I paint the hills with colour, And in my magic dome I light the star of evening To steer the traveller home. "Within the house of being, I feed the lamp of truth With tales of ancient wisdom And prophecies of youth." I heard the spring rain murmur Above the roadside flower, "The world is made forever In melody and power. "I keep the rhythmic measure That marks the steps of time, And all my toil is fashioned To symmetry and rhyme. "I plow the untilled upland, I ripe the seeding grass, And fill the leafy forest With music as I pass. "I hew the raw, rough granite To loveliness of line, And when my work is finished, Behold, it is divine! "I am the master-builder In whom the ages trust. I lift the lost perfection To blossom from the dust." Then Earth to them made answer, As with a slow refrain Born of the blended voices Of wind and sun and rain, "This is the law of being That links the threefold chain: The life we give to beauty Returns to us again."