Susan Gemini ~ New Earth Remembrance
Susan Gemini New Earth Remembrance ~ I Am Passionate about helping heal things of this earth, like not harming animals, not harming children, not harming elders, not harming the earth, not harming the water, not harming the air we breathe, not harming the oxygen, not harming the land, and I guess the last thing I'm passionate about is not harming each other. But I will set Boundaries.. “I am a guardian of life in all its forms. My heart beats in harmony with the earth, the waters, the animals, the children, the elders, and every breath of air we share. . I honor the sacred connection between all living things, and in every action, I strive to be a source of healing, protection, and healing strength. I am here to care, to protect, and to love.” A New Earth Angel rooted in Hawaii as my home, Carrying the Earth Mothers Medicine, and Father Creators prayer, and love across the world. Find Healing Retreats, Sacred Workshops, and Living in Connectedness.
I am not made of concrete and convenience. I am made of morning dew and bird wing. I was born speaking the language of the rain and hearing God in the shape of river stones. I do not want your diamonds. I have found glory in the rock that called to me on the side of a mountain— not because it sparkled under fluorescent light, but because it vibrated with a love I could feel in my hands. Where others see weather, I see ceremony. When the rain falls, I give thanks. Not because it waters my plans— but because it blesses the Earth. I have rubbed raindrops on my chest like holy oil. I have whispered to tree roots. I have cried beside flowers because their beauty ached inside me. I have bathed in streams as though they were baptisms. To me, the dew on a blade of grass is as sacred as the holy water at the entrance of a cathedral. I do not need a church to feel God. I need sky. I need stone. I need silence. I do not ask permission to believe what I know. God speaks to me in the arrangement of fallen leaves. Yeshua walks with me when I sit on the ground and breathe. The Most High does not require stained glass— just presence. I ask God where I should live. I ask God what date to birth a child. I ask God what school to choose. Because I do not trust anything that is not rooted in divine instruction. To others, this may look like madness. But to me, it is the only sanity I’ve ever known. They ask: “Why do you carry that rock like it’s sacred?” And I want to shout: “Because it is. Because it was not made in a lab. Because it carries the song of creation.”
2012 with Chanel at our Waterfall
2013 with Chanel in jungle
In 2011 Chanel turned 18 and graduated (middle picture). Then she started working Wholefoods full time. Then Started Nursing School. Became a Certified as a Nurses aid with clients along with nursing School and working. Also became an Esthetician, and worked on weekends in a friends shop. She helped all the Homeless in our area like family and helped build Animal Santuraries on other side of the Island North Shore and took care of the animals she had her own animal family, and loved me and everyone dearly. Chanels presence will be forever missed by so many always for all her LOVE !
Chanel Created Official World Ocean Day for Hawaii with 2 other girls. 2007-2008 year the girls organized, got signatures on their petition, and wrote letters to then 2009 and it was passed to officially put World Ocean Day on the Hawaiʻi State Calendar as an officially recognized day but not a holiday. Rep. Layla Berg told the girls it would take them 7 or more years to accomplish their goal. They did it in 2 years! They got a standing ovation in the State House for their work. Pictures Chanel & I swimming in Ocean Hawaii our home from 2014 Chanel 22yrs old with the dolphins , whales, and turtles, and Mother Earths Beauty
Mount Shasta — A Sacred Journey with My Daughter In 2017, Chanel and I traveled to Mount Shasta for a week of ceremony, creation, and deep connection with the land. We spent time with the guidance of a Native American Medicine man, and a Medicine woman. Chanel and I each made our own ceremonial drum. They didn’t just hand us tools and tell us how. Before we ever touched hide or frame, we spent hours in ceremony — of prayer, purification, and intention-setting. A day later Chanel and I carried those drums to the top of the Shasta Sacred Mountain and played them to the winds, the sky, and the spirits of Shasta and Creator. We stayed in a tiny, historic cabin on an Indian reservation, nestled in the forest beside a flowing creek, with springs we soaked in that have been sacred to the Native people for generations.
2021 Chanel 28yrs old, at our beach
2021 with my beautiful Chanel 28yrs old
2020 Chanel 27yrs, together always
At 28yrs old Chanel was mu best friend and Soul Sister. We spent everyday together even though we both were always extremely so busy with work and taking care of our animal family and all animals of Mother Earth. And we always looked after the Homeless and what ever else Mother Earth needed or Father Creator had put in our Paths...
Our Family 2020
Chanel Stephanie Ann Gemini 1993~July 4th 2023
She came into this world already radiant. Even before she could speak, Chanel carried a gentleness that wrapped around you like the wind. She taught me how to see again—through her eyes, through her questions, through her love. My life began the day hers did. There was a wisdom in her silence, a knowing far beyond her years. Sometimes I’d look at her and feel like I was in the presence of an elder, a teacher, a star who had taken on human skin. This quiet stillness? It wasn’t empty. It was full of soul. There was a wisdom in her silence, a knowing far beyond her years. Sometimes I’d look at her and feel like I was in the presence of an elder, a teacher, a star who had taken on human skin. This quiet stillness? It wasn’t empty. It was full of soul. This is what joy looks like when it’s born from truth. Chanel didn’t smile for show. When she laughed, it was because her spirit had been stirred—by something real, something sacred, something tender. This is the face of a soul who knew love, and gave it without needing permission. She was made of gentleness and wildness in equal measure. Chanel didn’t just love nature—she belonged to it. The animals felt it. The wind knew her name. She walked with the plants like she had planted them herself. To this day, when I see a creature being still, I wonder if they’re listening to her. She walks with me now in the wind, in the dreams, in the quiet moments when God comes close. Chanel didn’t die—she became. She became the whisper on the breeze, the light in my prayers, the reason I remember who I am. She moves me, still.
Angel in Hawaii from 2006 ~ to Susan Gemini ~New Earth Remembrance 2026
2023 Sacred Home Hawaii
2023 Ceremony in Costa Rico
2006 Angel in Hawaii to 2026 Susan Gemini ~New Earth Remembrance. The Death of a Man-Made Woman There she stands in the photographs from her old website— A Sun-kissed hair, polished smile, crisp white blouse against the backdrop of turquoise ocean and violet skies. “Angel in Hawaii,” they called her. Angel Intuitive. Angel Healer. Lightworker. Reiki Master. Spiritual Teacher. She wore every label like a perfect robe, stitched together by a thousand hours of certifications, affirmations, and expectations. She looked like everything the world wanted her to be. But she wasn’t me. She was man-made—not by male hands, but by man’s world. By the machinery of programming and polished perfection. By the belief that healing must be clean, and that God must be spoken about with a marketable tone. She was beautiful. But I cringe when I see her now. Not because she wasn’t trying—but because she wasn’t alive. She was built on the surface of light. But my bones belong to the Earth. That woman, that website, that world… was a chrysalis. A cocoon stitched not with silk, but with a blend of hope, illusion, and survival. She served her time. She helped others heal. She helped me survive. But she was not the truth of who I came to be. The truth is raw. The truth has dirt beneath her fingernails and prayers between her ribs. The truth walks barefoot on lava rock and weeps to the wind. The truth is not angelic in presentation—she is holy in her surrender. I am no longer “Angel in Hawaii.” I am The New Earth Angel. I walk now not to be seen but to see. I teach not from stages but from stones and shadows and streams. I heal not with titles, but with the breath of God in my lungs and the whisper of whales in my body. I cringe when I see her because I mourn her. And I thank her. And I lay her down now as one lays down a costume after the final performance. This is the death of a man-made woman. And the birth of one born again from the root, the salt, the howl, the hum. Earth didn’t want an angel. She wanted a daughter who could stay.
Susan Gemini Walks Toward the Light — to the New Earth, as Susan Gemini ~ New Earth Remembrance 2026
She once called herself Angel in Hawaii.
Her hair was golden, her smile wide, her clothing pressed, her gifts already present—but still distorted by what the world had asked her to be. She had not yet remembered her own way.
For a time, she tried to fit. Tried to follow the model. Tried to teach the light, even while suffocating her own.
She helped people, yes. She helped many. But the cost was high.
Then one day, her body began to break. Her soul, already cracked open from the weight of trauma, could no longer wear the costume of a “healer.”
She met Indigenous elders and studied with them for many years. She laid her forehead on the Earth. She let the ocean take what it needed. She stopped doing workshops in buildings and went barefoot into the lava.
And she never turned back.
She lived like this—authentic, Earth-rooted, Spirit-led—for years. Until another break came. The greatest one. The kind that brings a person to the edge of life.
Her daughter, her soul’s twin, crossed over.
Everything stopped.
No more ceremonies. No more clients. No more ocean. No more walking barefoot into anything.
Grief took the front seat. Food became the comfort. Weight wrapped around her like armor. And even that version of her—wild, raw, reverent—felt like it died too.
But something never left.
The voice.
The one that says: You are not done yet.
Now, she is not trying to be who she was. Not the woman from 20 years ago. Not even the most radiant version from before grief.
Now, she is becoming new, the new earth itself.
She walks toward the light—slowly, bravely, honestly. She does not pretend. She tells the truth. She talks to trees. She remembers star beings. She sings. She prays. She rests.
She no longer sells herself to be accepted.
She no longer believes that to be holy means to be busy.
She is Susan Gemini ~New Earth Remembrance.
And her only offering now… is her breath. She gives all her glory to the Most High Creator Source of all..