-=The Relentless Majesty of Huna and its Ki`i Kukui=-

(Remember that when you follow a spring to the river it flows into, it appears as if all the kokiki (decision points, branches) led to this one river. And that the river arises only from that one spring. The story of Huna has many kokiki, this is one of its na alanui.)

This weekend I'll be initiating another person in the Hunian Lore of Ho`oki`i kukui (Making the Ki`i Kukui). This will make the fourth descendent I will have initiated into this Hunian Lore. I am astonished like a school-boy with his first love. I am abashed.

It was about 1840 that the History of the World changed for the better, although its kumu (source) was a terrible event, the forming of the kumu hua (an object which comes into the space-time continuum before it manifests in the NOW) of the Coming of the Dark (the rise, apparently, of a world-wide American Fascist State, controlled by Beings of Darkness). This event, or the fact that the termination of the na`auao (wisdom) of all the Polynesian religion which was imminent, and the last of na kahuna i ke umu ki (Priests of the Firewalk) about about to pass away in a few decades, as no native youngster was able to be found...na aumakua decided to make a horrible falling of the World---less horrible. To ameliorate the suffering, agony and senseless pain of this blood-drenched world. They decided to insert this alanui (path) of giving good people the opportunity of placing their shoulders for a time against the falling of the world, into the time-line of Western culture.

A white boy was found, not because white skin was any better, just more practical in that time and age, not because a male gender is any more important than a female, but because it would be easier for what they hopped for,  and not because his family's wealth was important---but it was a tool---if given the kokiki, would he chose to live a life of suffering for the good of others, rather than choose to live only for himself? In Boston, in 1841 they found, or had had a hand in making, a child, William Tufts Brigham.

When given the kokiki of, as the wealthy people did in those days, having many wealthy friends from Hawaii and elsewhere come and live with him as he was growing up, he and his parents chose that kokiki. They went to school together, young Bishop, and Dole, and Stanford (yes that Stanford) so he developed many contacts which would be of benefit later on in life. He and his young friends would go to the South Seas Club and hear the adventures of  the Ship Captains.

Young Kahuna Ha`ole Nui William Tufts Brigham

He grew up and became a Lawyer, he hated that. He was also a scientist, an Entomologist (he liked insects). During the American Civil War, he had become a practitioner of that rare and new science---Photography.

And then came another grand kokiki, and he moved to Guatemala to invest all his wealth in a Coffee Plantation. It failed and he came back to his Law Office in Boston. $50,000 had disappeared from a trust fund and he was covered in scandal. Had to sell everything he owned to keep from going to jail.

Now penniless and in debt, without a profession and surrounded in dishonor and suspicion---he was right where he had always wanted to be, had prayed in his New Thought theology way to be. But mistook his great fortune for abuse, natch. (Don't we all?)

In pity, his old friend Stanford asked him to move to the San Francisco area to work for the new library at the new University he was inventing. But once he got out to Palo Alto---the ladies were offended by the suspicion and scandal he was cloaked in, and they caused Stanford to back out. And once again, life looked dismal to William. He didn't know his prayers had been heard from his first day. He was hating life. But he was a stubborn kinda guy, and the prayers had to be answered harshly or they wouldn't be heard at all.

Then Bishop and Dole heard of his pilikia (vexations) and called him to Hawaii. He arrived in Honolulu in 1872, and Bishop asked him to become the Librarian for the new King Kamehameha Boy's School he was creating. At first he accepted, then refused to make it small. Finally Bishop asked him to make his "school library" into a museum. And it was so.

In later years, he became known to the native Hawaiians as Kahuna Ha`ole Nui William Tufts Brigham (Big White Priest).

He had to kill through supplication and prayer a Death Prayer Priest who was killing one of his men.

He walked on fire.

Then the end of his lifetime drew near.

Again the Po`e Aumakua searched for a person to lead to a certain goal (among others). This time they found the baby in Colorado. They brought him many choices and he choose well to bring him to be where the gods needed to help us, through the sacrifice of his lifetime.

The boy chose the correct leg of each kokiki, choosing only the ones with the most fear attached, since Oia`io (God) taints each choice He presents to us with different washes of fear. Oiai`o calls upon us all to live bold, exciting lives. In all ethical situations, the growth choice is the fear choice.

Young Max Freedom Long came to Los Angeles and graduated from Normal School (which became UCLA later) as a Certified Teacher. Then it all came to a stop. And in that hot summer, with the scent of his cigarettes in his small room, the Po`e Aumakua had been failing to bring him to where he needed to be to fulfill the world's need to come and his own prayers.

The situation had become critical, and the kokiki had to be more explicit---yet remain a choice. Another of his graduate student friends was approached. And an Aumakua materialized to the point that He/She/It had a physical, if booming, male voice. It told him where to go and what to do. It was another choice, but it solved a problem he was having and prayed to have unwound for him.

Young Kahuna Nui Max Freedom Long, just out of college

He went to the place he was instructed to go, and saw the person there. He told the person what he was supposed to do. The person agreed, and his prayers were solved.

It was a hot and sticky night in downtown Los Angeles. Finally, on a whim, Max Freedom Long, recent graduate of UCLA, took a walk. He was standing in front of a closed store, just window-shopping when another young graduate he hardly knew, came up to him excitedly, and told him/offered him, a teaching job on the Big Island of Hawaii. His acquaintance had gotten the job, and then after accepting it, had gotten a much better job offer in Scoffed Air Force base on the Hawaiian Island of Oahu, outside Honolulu. But the Air Force withdrew their offer when they heard about the first offer the kid had accepted. In order for him to get the cushy Air Force job, he had to supply a certified teacher to replace his first signed contract. The booming male voice in his room had told him to go to that store front, and that Max would take his place. Kahuna Max never knew of the supernatural element in that night. The guy only told his story to us later, after Max had died.

It was 1917.

He was a young man, he eventually got two wives, owned a Kodak Store in Honolulu. Was a photographer as was his kumu, Kahuna William. Had massive mystical/religious experiences. Came to Kahuna William to have him discount the stories---only have  their reality affirmed.

[Kahuna Nui Max's adoption Dr. Brigham] The purpose of my visit was to try to find someone who could give me an authoritative answer to the question of the kahunas which had plagued me for so long. My bump of curiosity had grown too large to be comfortable, and I harbored an angry desire to have something done about it one way or another, definitely and decisively. I had heard that the curator of the museum had spent most of his years delving into things Hawaiian and I had the hoped that he would be able to give me the truth, coldly, scientifically and in an acceptable form.

He seemed to forget the purpose of my visit and lose himself in the exploration of my background. He wanted to know what I had read, where I had studied, and what I thought about a dozen matters, which were quite aside from the question, I had raised. I stated that I had concluded that all the stories of the kahunas were either exaggerated, or the effects were brought about by superstition or suggestion, or maybe even poison, but that I needed someone who spoke with the authority of real information to help me quiet the nagging little doubt in the back of my mind. [Kahuna Ha`ole Nui William then explained the reality of what he had been told of, and had experienced himself.] What he told me knocked the underpinning from under my defenses that I had built over the previous three years. Now I was back in the trackless swamp, and, not up to my ankles as before, but suddenly sunk to the tip of my curious nose in the mire of mystery."

[Kahuna Ha`ole Nui William Tufts Brigham was eighty-two years of age at that time.]

I did not realize it until weeks afterward, but in that hour he placed his finger on me, claiming me as his own, and like Elijah of old, preparing to cast his mantle across my shoulders before he took his departure. He told me later that he had long watched for a young man to train in the scientific approach and to whom he could entrust the knowledge he had gained in the field--the new and unexplored field of magic

Kahuna William died a few years later. Kahuna Max was trained in mana by Kahuna Baron Eugene Fersen. Did miracles with it.

Kahuna Max with his two wives moved to California in 1936.

The depression was on, his printing business didn't make enough money to feed and clothe and shelter the three of them, so he decided to write more books in order to pay the rent. He didn't have anything to write about, except his unnamed religious notions. Like Kahuna William he was a stubborn man, and to answer his New Thought Prayers, modified by what he had Learned from Kahuna William, and his other teacher; his religious notions had to have a name. He chose a common word from the Polynesian language with no religious connotations at all, HUNA, meaning: secret or dust. And so it was that "Huna" first came into the English language.

His first book on it, Rediscovering the Ancient Magic, was published in England, by the same publisher who makes the Tarot Cards---Rider and Co.

But the intelligences of the Coming of the Dark, whom he and Kahuna Oscar Brunler would discover years later, could feel the alteration of the pattern of absolute submission of the world being reduced, could feel a resistance to their absolute victory. Correctly sensing the kumu of that resistance, the NAZI's  bombed out the entire edition in London. All but about 9 copies which had already been sent out.

Kahuna Max was at a loss, he had kept no copies of the manuscript, so he had to write it all over again. It had changed in his mind, and it became, The Secret Science Behind Miracles.

The Huna Religion started publicly in 1949, and become more and more organized for a time.

A group of other geniuses who had been guided (given kokiki, or choices, which they accepted) by the Po`e Aumakua, and who each had become a kumu (source) for a Huna lore, joined the inner circle of Huna---the HRA.

During that time, another sequence plan or pattern in the manawa (the space/time continuum) came to ua (fruition). Kahuna Max went out one day, and there was a new book in his mail, sent to him from an author he had never heard of before. It contained a chapter on Huna and several other people's lores. Amongst them was the great Kahuna Kingsley-Tarpey. She was 94 years old when she became an HRA. Her lifetime had been consumed in developing, as a kumu, the Hunian healing icon lore. But she had developed it only in paintings. As time went on, she was assisted by the Huna Kupuna, Kahuna Vern Cameron with his Aurameter Kahuna Max had named; and Kahuna Oscar Brunler, whose mana`o was Psychometric Analysis, and then by experiments conducted by Kahuna Nui Max Freedom Long himself.

She created the magical healing painting used by Kahuna Max behind the HRA altar (now lost to us) called A Portrait of Trees.

And then Kahuna Max was approaching his death time.

It was 1962, and I was just graduating from High School. It was a hot and sweltering summer in Covina, outside of Los Angeles. Maybe I would go to College in the fall, I wasn't sure.

I was pretty much robotized and emotion free---crazed. In my home there was a small bookcase in our little hallway. One day I noticed that a book had materialized there. No one had put it there, or seen it before. It was, The Secret Science Behind Miracles by Max Freedom Long. I read it. It made me have the feeling one gets by seeing his home after being away many years.

I wrote to him, he wrote back. I had no idea I would become a Huna Healer and Exorcist. Risk my life in occult battles saving some person from some cult of darkness or other. Eventually would walk on fire barefoot, and talk normal people into following me into the flames---and get to the other side unharmed. Didn't know lots of stuff.

In 1968 I was standing in Kahuna Nui Max Freedom Long's front room in Vista, California and he was adopting me shamanistically, as he had done for a few others, and ordaining me as a Kahuna `o Huna. Then he died in 1971.

I abided and persisted. Had a Huna healing practice for over a dozen years in a little town outside San Francisco in professional offices.

I had been ordained as a Kahuna `o Huna, or Fellow of the Huna Fellowship Church (which always seemed a little redundant to me ), legally chartered by the State of California. But that Church had failed with the death of Kahuna Nui Max. Now a number of people I had healed wanted to know more about Huna. Asked me to let them walk with me in fellowship. Teach them what I do. NOT to become na Kahuna themselves, but sorta like Huna-as-First Aid.

I reanimated the Huna Fellowship, this time with the name, The Huna Heiau Church.

Kahuna Nui Max had always wanted to have some sort of badge a HRA could wear to notify others who had the eyes to see, which of the Huna lores a person had mastered, and which service they could use to help others. How long they had been in the HRA and how deeply they were into Huna. But he had never figured out how to do that.

Then in 1980 I was profoundly asked to go to the HRI International Huna Conference in Hawaii. I went and met some fine folks there, friendships which lasted for years. One of my new friends there, Peter Eklund and I went to Honolulu after the Conference. And that was when I saw my first kukui lei. I got some of them, a lei.

Back home, I cut up the lei into individual nut shells, each polished nut shell  to mark each initiation or vow of service of our lala (membership) only. They weren't everything Kahuna Nui Max had wanted, but they were beautiful!

And although I had been trained in Huna and Psychometric Analysis by Kahuna Nui Max, and the Aurameter, by Kahuna Vern Cameron's loreheir, Kahuna Bill Cox, I had read in our HRA history (HRA Bulletins and Huna Vistas Newsletters) about the magical religious icons of Kahuna Kingsley-Tarpey, I had no insight into her lore of ho`oki`i.

Then, one of our Hunian lala, Lamaku, found a copy in England of a book she had written on it. I got it and began to understand what she had insighted through ho`ouluia (the benign possession of one's Aumakua).

And so, just to make the kukui gifts more personal and special, I created an alanui to breathe or bless (ho`opomaika`i) them into existence. Just a blessing I did to make them special to my na haumana ("students", really a devourer of another's mana or supernatural power).

I gave them out at a Makahiki Celebration, and I went to bed a happy man!

Then all the haumana started to complain that theirs were changing color. I refused to believe it! There were kukui lei in Hawaii generations old which had not changed color. Then they were showing them to me---and sure enough they were changing color to a patent leather black!

I was stupefied and so I went to the world's greatest expert on the kukui, the lady who made all of Hawaii's kukui lei for the last 35-40 years, the Kukui Factory outside Scoffield AFB outside Honolulu on the island of Oahu.

I told her what had been happening. She told me that that was impossible. That each kukui goes through the same sequence of colors. From Immature white on the tree, to their final stage of black. But most of them fell from the tree as tan or brown. Once off the tree---their color was permanent---unless they were somehow still alive and maturing...

Chills when down my spine. The blessing breath whose ultimate kumu was Kahuna Kingsley-Tarpey had reanimated them, and they were maturing as if they were still on their tree!

Back in Corte Madera, things got stranger. One of the lala, Renata, had dropped a hot iron on her naked foot. Smashed and burned her foot! She couldn't walk, so she, just because it was close and blessed (on a necklace was wearing), put her Ki`i Kukui on the burn and swelling of her foot. The pain instantly stopped and the bruising of the skin reduced itself and the swelling returned to normal. All in 30 seconds or so.

She shared her experience at a Pule Ho`omana (The Huna Heiau community services), and all of the the lala began to do miraculous healings!

And so it was. And I became enlightened, and now I knew what this pattern had all been about. It was a tool to allow souls to awaken to the service of others; for people in pain, bleeding, other things. For the first time in human history---a means of combating the darkness in our time, and in times to come. And in 1840 or so, a group of na aumakua (Guardian Angels) had set this into motion. So that the pain and suffering of the world could be reduced, if you want it to end bad enough!

For you have to ask a Priest (Kahuna) of the Hunians for one, and I or one of my mamo (descendents) will breath one into existence for you. And the blessing will turn it black after you get it. And you will hold the potential healing of others in your trembling hand. Or you can let it pass you by, and if enough people pass it by it will pass from the earth as a passing ship in the night.

The Po`e Aumakua have not imposed the wonderful shiny beads on this world. But by the kokiki you have chosen in your life, your alanui has brought you to this post. And the remainder of your lifetime is in your hands.

For if you are not a religious healer or a Kukui Bearer at this moment, then it is a different world you will enter into if you get one...you will accept duties you didn't even suspect existed.

And as I write this, the new person to be initiated into the Ki`i Kukui lore is in my front room...and I must go now to secure the future of the Ki`i Kukui as best as I may. All us Hunians are cheerfully caught in a Matrix in Time. I am the kumu (fountainhead or source) of the Ki`i Kukui at this moment. but I didn't create them, or invent them, nor make them. That was all done by the Huna Kupuna and the Po`e Aumakua. I just did what I thought to do, and went through every puka I saw, even the scary ones.

So, what do you decide to do? Ask me to make you one, so that you can ease the pain and suffering of this world? Or let that kokiki pass you by?

And I am once again up against a wall. I have no authority over you.

No one ever asked me to learn how to make the Ki`i Kukui, nor to become a healer and exorcist and champion who faced down cults. The puka or portal was just there before me. And I wanted to know the real full world, in all its fright and wonder and mystery and beauty. You too?

I entered the puka...and I hold open the door to you too to become a Hunian or to at least get a Ki`i Kukui and become a Crewman here in this, the Created World. It was wonderful to leave behind my natural station of being a Guest here, and always needy and afraid. To, by fits and starts and backsliding, become a Self-Sourcing crewman. Not just a healer, but the very kumu of na Ki`i Kukui at this time, on this day. And I know others who will follow when I bite the dust.

And the sun shines down equally on the just and the unjust, and the centuries march on in orderly procession. And the Guests, with unawakened souls, remain needy and must be served. And the Crewmen with their awakened souls serve. And there is no withering in that Service...Io abides.

Aloha,

Kahuna Ho`anoiwahinenuiho`aLani

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