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That truth: At Mauna Kea it's mana versus money
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Most Hawaiian families are large and connected. Ours is small and disconnected, and lacking history and stories. The beginning of this story brought to me one end, that wove together all the seeming disparate threads and trails of my life into a singular vision, an all consuming passion. I began my journey at a time when genealogy sites were becoming known and filled up with information previously unfindable. I followed up on our only family story... that we were descended from King Kamehameha III. This single crumb lead me on along a trail of self-discovery. A wanderer lost no longer, I meandered and stumbled this dimly lit trail of ancestors, the way ahead becoming brighter with each step. Who I discovered along the way and at the end, is all that I am and was and will be.
Kamehameha III had no children, so that was a dud. But with that family rumor came the whisper that my mom and her siblings were ½ Hawaiian and their birth certificates were wrong. So I applied my mom for Hawaiian Homelands. The Kumu Ohana genealogy they returned along with their denial lead me her true ancestor King Kamehameha I. And I saw how corrupt was a department of Hawaiian Homelands that denies the descendant of the King of the founder of the Hawaiian Kingdom as not being Hawaiian enough to get a tiny allocation of Hawaiian land. And seeds of resistance to injustice and corruption sprouted within me and were firmly planted, and nourished along the way by revealed knowledge. The answers we seek come to us. That which we seek we find. And as Rumi said “what you seek is seeking you”.
This was, is, a journey of many years and as I paused in my research, stymied by a missing link, I stopped beside the trail to observe the plants. I learned herbal Hawaiian healing, La’au Lapa’au at Kapiolani Community College with Kumu Kahelelaniokahakai Clark where she blew my mind. First by teaching me how amazing Hawaiians are to have discovered so much medicine that modern science consistently substantiates. And second by telling me that its ok, that I also come from good and love. What? That left me confused. She basically assured me that in addition to my “bad” blood I come also from “good”. She never used the word “bad”, just assured that I am also “good”. I learned what the bad blood is. This is how I rediscovered some of my infamous ancestors, Black Sorcerers of death magic, the Kahuna ‘Anā’anā.
My surname Ka’anā’anā means “the Master of Black Magic”. And a thread of my past caught my memories of a story I read as a teen that resonated and stayed with me through the many thousand of stories I’ve read. In a tale of two business rivals doing everything to defeat the other, enters a mysterious man representing a secret organization of multitudes. They could be hired to concentrate all their waking thoughts and energies into anything you desired, such as the death of your rival. Who would know of their constant 24 hours a day, non-stop prayer for their death. And they would die, one way or another, by accident, by crazed paranoia, by their own actions in a way that could never be traced back to you. Thrilled, the businessman immediately offered to hire the mysterious man and those he represented, only to be told that they had been hired to pray him to death starting now.
This story that imprinted itself into my mind was nothing compared to what I found out about my ancestors. And I know only a tiny bit. I know that ‘Anā’anā, was once declared illegal by the USA. That old newspapers published stories of big young men running screaming down the streets, followed by a mumbling elderly “kupuna”. I learned that the Kahuna ‘Anā’anā were masters of psychology. That their fearsome reputation was enough to cause the victim to die without any effort on the Kahuna’s part. This reputation was all encompassing and pervasive. Death Sorcery was like a contract kill and they were called “filth eaters” because they took payment to kill. One way they earned their rank was by praying a chicken to death in a public forum.
One prostrated themselves, naked in supplication, for these Kahuna to take out their enemy. And once that hit was announced, it was over for the victim. The entire family would gather and wail as if the victim were already dead and have a funeral. The victim was absolutely convinced that they were going to die and they inevitably did. They would cause their own fatal accidents. Spirits could be summoned to lead them off paths to a deadly fall. And if these didn’t work, then the Kahuna prayed. To a ki’i (tiki) representing the god of poison, carved from wood so toxic, a dusting upon food results in death. They are also known to throw fireballs, and heal, and do love sorcery. They are masters of psychology, energy, and chemistry. And they are still around holding their secrets and passing them on.
The next revelation on this path was Pa’ao. Kahuna Nui Pa’ao was a legendary figure, he was the highest ranking Kahuna in history and the most negatively influential, one could call him a villain or “evil”. He was a mysterious white stranger. He came before Captain Cook, about 150 years. That he was white is a hard to find fact about him, this knowledge comes from renowned historian Joseph Kepelino, a descendant of Pa’ao and my ancestor's brother.
Pa’ao took control of the people's minds by becoming High Priest and separating the people from the gods. Then he brought his brother to rule as Ali’i and took control of the land. Pa’ao introduced human sacrifice and the death penalty and changed us from a peaceful matriarchal society into one of death and war. From worshiping a god of Love to many gods of war. He was sent here to do this. His descendant Hewahewa, was the highest ranking Kahuna under King Kamehameha I, he helped end the kapu system with Queen Ka’ahumanau and Crown Prince Liloliho.
All that we are as Hawaiians, is inherited and is owed to those who came before. Royal titles like Princess and priestly titles like Kahuna Nui and Ka’anā’anā, and the mana that comes with them, is who we are. Their story is my story. That has been hidden from most of us through the systematic application of the principles of oppression by the USA. When I went to Kamehameha Schools, we were encouraged to learn Japanese so we could work in the tourism industry because Hawaiian was a dying language. Today I am struggling to learn and connect with the language of my land. Discovering myself, my people, is a meandering trail of gnarled ancient roots, delicate perfumed buds, dappled leaves of knowledge lining mirages, shadows, chasms, and clearings. Its lead me to myself. And back to that god of Love.
Ka'iu Lambert is with Faavae Maualaivao and 2 others.
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Uwe kalani, naue ka honua, ne'e la honua, Ola'I ka honua ho'ola ka honua, kuo kawailua o ke kupuna, kupa'a ke kanaka maoli, tihe maoli.
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This is a man of great mana, he is the penicle that groomed us all to do what was necessary to understand our kuleana in being steadfast and courageuos in holding space for our wahipana and everyone in it.
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This is a man of great mana, he is the penicle that groomed us all to do what was necessary to understand our kuleana in being steadfast and courageuos in holding space for our wahipana and everyone in it.
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Now it is his time to join his elders in the realm of the alana, our father and mentor, Paul Kekai Kapu.
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