Fundraiser And Talent Show!

Sunday, December 11 at Riversong Sanctuary
1pm to 5pm

After 15 years of service, the Aloha Lodge is due for a much needed facelift!
So the next Open River Day will be a Fundraiser and Talent Show!!!
Come and share your gifts and help us give back to the Lodge and the Community

Another opportunity to participate will arise for Take Down and “Scrubfest Slip-n-Slide” in January.

For more information please contact tcobb48@gmail.com

If you would like to make a donation, please send a check made out to Ken Jopling to

P.O. Box 3956, Lihue, HI, 96766

Please note on the check that it’s for the Aloha Lodge

The History Of The Lodge

The Aloha Lodge is a Love Child of the World Unity Festival, held near 4 corners in Arizona in 1994, where 30,000 people gathered to celebrate & share in prayer.

Modeled after the Wisdom Keepers Lodge, this dream was inspired by vision of a Hopi elder who described the Lodges as “above ground kivas made of clouds, appearing all over the world, where people of the rainbow would come together & remember how to sing in harmony.”

A couple of years later, a few from this original gathering were moved to help manifest the Aloha Lodge for the Community of Kauai.

Built around a central fire space, the Lodge is a place for people of every tradition and culture to rekindle the Aloha Spirit.

To honor ancient ways, the Hawaiian people, the land and all its inhabitants, the Lodge is intended for events harmonious with its purpose– creating unity with all people & harmony with the earth.  These might be spiritual retreats, healing gatherings, land restoration projects, musical events…  anything to promote unity & celebrate diversity.

The Lodge is an adventure of voluntary community cooperation, and invites you (welcomes anyone) with a sincere interest to participate in inspired council to cocreate and facilitate Aloha & Unity on Kauai!

Dance by Daniel Nelson and Isa Maria to Shawna Carol’s song Sacred Pleasure

In the new story we are holy women. We sit in the temple.
Any man who sees we are holy may sit with us.
We daven, we pray. Our menstrual blood is sacred, we save it in jars to mark the holy days, to feed the earth, We water our plants with it.

Our Yonis drip honey. We smell like sushi. We are wet with desire. We are hot and dry with rage.

We are consulted, we are honored. We initiate our young into their first blood. We are soothsayers, we track dreams and omens, we read the wind.

In the old story we are unclean, our cunts are rotten, smelly, dangerous, our blood a curse. Our children do not belong to us – They don’t carry our name. We are carried off to our husband’s houses. Our Motherline is erased.

“I love the way you taste,” my lover says.

We are holy woman licking our fingers, secretly enjoying the taste of our whole self, our delicious body. We sit in the temple all day and pray. We bake bread, a prayer. We sweat, a prayer. We sing a prayer.

In the old story, I am a holy woman, And no one sees a holy woman.
What holy woman? What Temple? What Goddess? She is hiding behind a rock; Waiting to take God down, pour blood on his clean white shirt.

We are beaten, we are sold, we are rented by the hour, we offer ourselves to the highest bidder.

I was never breast-fed. “Formula is healthier”, they told her. And anyway breast-feeding is so inconvenient, pregnancy is so inconvenient birthing is so inconvenient; bleeding is so inconvenient and so DIRTY.

Touch is dirty, sex is dirty, cunts are dirty, blood is dirty. Slut, whore, temptress, Delilah, Beat her, kick her, stone her to death, cut out her clit, sew up her slit.

Only the blessed Virgin is clean.

I am/ Mary is gentle. I am/Mary is kind. I am/ Mary is long suffering. I am/ Mary is chaste.
No I’m not. I did it before I was married. I can’t be a holy woman in this myth.

In the old story, there’s a garbage can in my cunt. My sacred Yoni has engine oil poured into it. WD40 watch her go. Ride that bitch at 100 miles per hour.
Cut her, drug her, Smart bomb her house. She’s a Palestinian terrorist, an Iraqi terrorist, an Afghani terrorist. Eve the original terrorist.

Imagine my terror when I discovered I was a woman.
At first I didn’t notice. Then my Brother was born and I lost my innocence. He was the first-born male child; heir to the family business, the family name. I was to inherit the shame.

In a radical break with my family, I’m telling a new story.
In a radical break with my religion, I’m telling a new story.
In a radical break with my country, I’m telling a new story.
I am a holy woman. I am a river woman. I am a song woman.
Sanctified in the name of the Goddess.
My body is the temple.
The search for the holy grail always leads to the chalice, my womb.

Sister, Sing with me:
We are holy women. We are river woman, song women.
We are named– Divine Creatrix, Holy Mother.
We are washed clean in our own sweet Mother blood.
We gather in the moon lodge and we pray.
We gather in the red tent and we dream.
We gather in the temple and we dance.
We gather in the sacred grove and we sing.
We are Goddess in body.
Blessed Mother we praise your holy name.

A performance of Shawna Carol’s “Sanctify” at the Temple Of the New Earth celebration on Kauai, June 2011.

Featuring the incomparable Gloria “Lady Glo” Purter -  http://www.ladyglomusic.com/

Shawna Carol’s  “Carried By The Love” at the Temple Of the New Earth celebration on Kauai, May 2011

A performance of Charge Of The Star Goddess.