In this forum (and in alt.folklore.ghoststories), I'll call myself the Aloha Spirit. I hail from an obscure little village in Hawaiʻi. I was raised mostly Christian, but had contact with other belief systems. Likewise, I am a poi-dog without any one ethnicity dominating the others (I sorta look haoli). Being from such a small, remote place, we developed our own dialect of Hawaiian Creole English (Pidgin). If I use a word or phrase not found in Standard American English, I will mark it with a different font style. Eventually, I will make a small dictionary of these terms.

As I said, my parents are strong Christians. They taught us to love the Scriptures. All us boys served missions for our Church. I served my mission in Brasil.

During my childhood, I had an unnatural attraction towards the occult. I would read every book on the topic, as well as experiment. Growing up in the Islands, I ran into Madame Pele as well as ka Huakaʻi Po. In Brasil, I witnessed first-hand the Black Arts still prevalent in South America. My brothers also brought back tales from their fields of labor.

Most of my current friends don't know about this chapter of my life and I prefer it to remain that way. Please keep all contact in the virtual realm. Unless noted, the stories here are true. I will change a few names to hide my identity and the identity of those involved. I will try to be consistent throughout my tales ( ʻOlelo will never be José).

As is proper, I shall explain my handle and what it means. World-wide, people recognize "aloha" as "hello" or "good-bye". Little do they grasp that "aloha" encompasses all positive feelings and wishes. It is love, concern, and blessing. The "Aloha Spirit" is the spirit of unity and brotherhood shared among all true kamaʻāina. It is the ability to laugh at other cultures (and our own) without becoming offended.