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Molokaʻi 2016 Pilgrimage

Rainbow over Kalaupapa Peninsula
Generous portions for the weary travelers
Pilgrims Bob and Garey- Lea with our spiritual leader Phyllis
Spiritually moving, we were honored to meet a living Saint who was among us..Father Bill Petrie who inspired us, touched our hearts with his amazing life story from at an early age...who was driven by passion to find a way and did success in working with Mother Theresa to help the lepers in India for 25 years. Now he continues his work through God working with the remaining lepers in Kalaupapa /Kalawao.
God's creation of beauty wrapped in a rainbow!
Pilgrims enjoying the view
A beautiful sunset from our spiritual home Manahale on the west side of the island
A view of Diamond Head on Oahu in the distance beyond the sunset
The first church we visited on the island a Molokaʻi Topside United Church of Christ with a beautiful chanting service
Private service for the pilgrims
An amazing chanting service with beautiful voices so enjoyed by all
The few locals on the topside of the island get together every Tuesday to enjoy coffee, playing guitars, ukuleles, dancing hula and enjoying friendships in Kanikapila, at the local coffee house. So blessed to see the same Hawaiian sisters at the coffee house as the year before whom have lived on Molokai their entire 90+ years
At the Museum, a historic Birthing Rock used by the Hawaiian women giving birth.

An old vehicle that has used up all it's lives.

Molokaʻi Museum and Cultural Center SugarMill
And enjoyed a lovely picnic lunch on the grounds of the museum, hosted by Noe Keliʻikipi, our guide. Papaya stuffed with chicken salad
DJ a spiritual Hawaiian who opened up to share his life story with us to let us know him. He came to share with us the old Hawaiian way of life and musical instruments that was taught to him by his ancestors
The Myers Historical House where Father Damien and Robert Louis Stevenson had stayed while on top side of the island
God's artwork... Brush strokes at it's best
18 foot swells had the ocean pumping out the waves on the beach behind our rental home
Nani was selected as our co-pilot for the day
On our way to Kaulapapa

A hugging & loving tree, wrapping its roots around the coffin of a leprosy patient from the 1800's

Monk Seal with baby pup, monk seals have one pup a year
Richard Marks gravesite; a resident of Kalaupapa (a closed society to the outside world) was the patient who came up with a plan to arranged for limited number of visitors daily to be invited down to this scared place of history, beauty and sorrow

The fresh gravesite is the latest leprosy patient...Edwina's final resting place

Na Pali where the trail comes down from Top Side
The trails located on the side of NaPali that the hikers and mules traverse down 3315 ft cliff from the top side of the island down to Kalaupapa peninsula
Pilgrim Joanne at 80+ years old, amazing spirit and energy, rode down the mountain with a smile on her face
Joanne our mule rider of course chosen to be on the lead mule
Our Hikers Julie and Sabrina in action working there way down the trail
Sabra and Julie results after the long muddy hike
A typical home given to the Hansen disease patients by the government
Abandoned vehicle from years pass
"I came to Molokai without bringing anything with me. Send me a case of wine, some spiritual books and others for studying, some shirts, trousers, shoes, the bell,rosaries, catechisms, alter bread, small and large, a bag of flour, and a lockbox. I would appreciate a sack of rice, a supply of coffee, and a mule as soon as they can be sent; also a horse with saddle and a bridle. P.S. Don't forget to inquire about the chest with 4 drawers where my tools and clothes are. This is the fourth week since I have been without a change of clothes." Father Damien

(The wharf is where all the Leprosy patients being exiled to Molokaʻi were literally dropped off to swim to shore if the seas were too rough for the ship to come all the way to dock.). Some did not survive the swim.

E Aha Ia Ana (What shall be done). By Kaehu. Kaehu composed many chants, many still remembered, and others lost. He lived in Koloa, on the island of Kauai. He was diagnosed with leprosy at 35 years of age. He was sent to Kalawao on March 22, 1875. It is not know when he died or where is is buried. Below is English translation of the chant.

"What shall be done Hawaii, for in our midst is this disease known as leprosy. A disease that is the scourge of the population. Of those with copper colored Hawaiian skin, of fair white skin as well. One's acquaintances approach rather uncertainly, The relationship now is so different from times past. There is an unbridled discomfort when I'm seen. Quietly going to another place to sit. The finger nevertheless points to me. He, there, has the Chinese disease.
I bow my head and access my worth. Humiliation enters the core of my being. The government physician is obeyed, and the police officers are dispatched. Like a chicken being caught, Being herded along the road like cattle, Standing before the Board of Health, This disease does not outlaw the right to live. The physicians only peer suspiciously, Eyes glazing here and there. Pointing reproachfully toward Leahi, You are to go to Kalawao. The government solders seize us, to take us to the sea from the wharf. All of the captives are trundled on board Victims of leprosy. A heavy hearted affection is now very apparent. Of not seeing one's family. Tears, too, flow in torrents, Thoroughly drenching one's cheeks.
All sight of land is lost, Lost too, is all dread of the town. Being jostled quickly about so that I am overcome. The last person on board faces the forward mast. To be staying for a length of time aboard the ship John Bull. The aft oars braces, the appearance of the ocean becomes murky, and it just rises toward us, Molokai is ahead. Shrouded in mist the refrain is told, of those who suffer from leprosy."- Kaehu
Saint Francis Church
Inside Saint Francis Church
Father Damien and Mother Maryanne; two well deserved saints from one small island

Beautiful misty valley on the way to Kalawao from the Wharf where the outcast patients arrived on the peninsula

Beauty, Solitude & Tears

In the selection of Kalawao on the peninsula, as the site for its isolation of those with leprosy, the board of health noted that the tract of land was well suited for a place to send those inflicted throughout the Hawaiian islands with leprosy. The statement below was the authorities on Oahu’s rational of this remote location

"It is difficult to access from the sea; has no roads passing through it into other districts; is supplied with water by two running streams. These lands are situated on a peninsula, washed by the sea on three sides, and bounded by high precipices on the south, the only access being by a path cut into the Pali of 1800 ft elevation".
The scenery...beauty...yet suffering and tears in Kalawao...oh how is it possible all in one place. Located in the shadow of the Na Pali, so blustery and cold, no place to hide for the newly arriving Leprosy patients left to die

We the pilgrims on this trip... strangers when we met, friendships formed by the time we left...a wonderful group of a shared spiritual experience

“ I saw the beauty of this place as we rested in this area for lunch. I also felt transform as I sat alone reflecting, I was momentarily transported to back to the mid-1800’s. I felt the cold blustery winds hit my face and body, I knew there was no place to hide, to find comfort from the natural harsh elements the authorities had banished the lepers to die. I felt the loneliness of never to see family again, I felt extreme sadness”. Deborah Gillikin

Between 1866-1969 an estimate 8000 patients (mostly Hawaiians) eventually were exiled to Kalaupapa Peninsula. In this field alone in Kalawao, is the unmarked graves of over 2000 patients.
"There are many empty places in the church, but in the cemetery there is hardly room left to dig the graves" - Father Damien
"The other day I could not help but be annoyed because someone had started to dig a grave close to the big cross, right at the spot that I had reserved for myself a long time ago! By insisting , I kept my place vacant". - Father Damien
St. Philomena Church past with the Hansen patients and Father Damien and present church today as Father Damien had built it
Siloama Church
A sweet beautiful church down the road from Philomena Church
Pure clean beauty
View toward Maui
Isolated Beauty of Molokai
On our way to Halawa Valley
Halawa Valley
Where the mouth of the river meets the ocean in Halawa Valley
50 Generations of this Hawaiian Family living on this beautiful self- sustaining land

The beginning of our beautiful hike around the oldest hiking trails in all of Hawaii

Pilgrims helping Pilgrims on the hike and enjoying the beauty
Old trail toward the waterfall
Oldest known Heiau in Hawaii with theatre style seating on boulders within the forest
Jungle
Crossing over the rushing waters boulder by boulder
Halawa Valley Falls

A hike that was worth crossing two flowing streams, a boulder strewn and root encroaching path to reach this beautiful waterfall

Crisp cold clear water from the waterfall
Kim enjoys refreshing swim
Solitude and peace
Beauty along the path of magnificent magenta colors melted into the forest
How to open a coconut the Hawaiian way
Halawa Valley Kamaʻāina
Tropical flowers and fruit in full color
An outside kitchen enjoying natures fresh fruit smoothies
Halawa Valley Church
Original Church in Halawa Valley
Looking back as the forest reclaim the land
Perfect ending on this beautiful day
Terry our chef with Fern (who is a child of two Hansen Diease Patients)...working hard in the kitchen preparing our meals
Ahhhh, perfect ending to a perfect trip.

"Don't change Molokai ...Let Molokai change you

Content of this book of the 2016 Molokai Pilgrimage created by D.Gillikin

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Deborah Gillikin
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