Spring
The Spring hit the couple with a renewed energy. They were agriculturally disposed, clearing the holo-holo grass and cutting back the overgrown banana trees. The wood from the sugar shack was mostly rotten beams, which they used to build beautiful raised gardens. The economic base for their new life was secured by a guaranteed $500 for one night per month in Lahaina, and they declined salary from Bob Dunphey, utilizing instead a barter deal for their services. What they did was to check his mailbox and forward studio inquiries to Malibu and tell all the musicians they knew of Mr. Dunphey's plans. Martin and Anoina were Bob's advertizing team while he was wrapping up the Malibu phase of his life. Bob's engineer, who worked with him since the fifties, had moved to Kauanakekai, North of Wailuku, and busily worked every day, even weekends, at the fledgeling studio. Bob even asked Anoina for advice on a studio name, to which she dubbed "Alii Records". In return for their services, the band got together with the engineer at least twice a month, especially the Wednesdays before their monthly weekend performance on the West side of the Island. Martin and Anoina both decided that "O Jahovia" should never be recorded, not only because of the sanctity of the prayer, but they feared that once recorded, the song would be destined to be played the same way forever. "O Jahovia" symbolized the spontaniety of their reunification and the unification of Kahuna Kekela and Mata Shaman Chula. Soon, after a few inspired sessions in practice to remove the cobwebs for their gigs, many quality original songs appeared on tape. By the time Bob Dunphey would have his grand opening after the summer, the Holy Smoke would be his first contracted recording artists.
Since Martin moved to Huelo Point in September of 1975, he had seldom seen the sun after the daily sunrise over the ocean. By eight in the morning, the sun had risen into hiding behind the winter rain clouds that never seem to leave their Volcano perch. The sun would be gone for that day only to gloriously reappear for the next sunrise. But April's end brings the combination of Kona and trade winds, and the warmer currents of the sea moving North allows the sun to predominate the sky. The monsoon thus broken, the earth herself begs rejuvenation. Anoina was excited, ready to plant the fifth generation of the handful of seeds Chula had given her before the dozers came. Apprehensive because of the large influx of irresponsible commercial herb cultivators to the Hana Highway, she decided to try a new method on her new land. She purchased one gallon peat pots and nurtured the seedlings through their critical stages, and then placed the pots into seven gallon plastic tree planting bags, filled with banana mulch and dairy manure she got from a Haiku paniolo. Martin built platforms high into two Avocado trees, and hoisted five planter bags to set on each platform. This disguised the plants from both the "green patrol" helicopters and the violent bushwhackers whose thievery was becoming more and more common from Keanae Valley to upcountry Makawao. Anoina's genius in all matters, practical as well as esoteric, was always in evidence.
David, Kaya, and their twins, Wendy and Alana, came to visit often. The two families were of the same age and had much in common. David liked the Volcano and liked the backpack trails from Seven Sacred Pools to the crater better than the highway that all tourists drive to Haleakala. The Kaaawa's camped out often, as they were true naturalists who were so contained in an apartment lifestyle, so to visit Martin and Anoina's homestead was a real treat. They always jammed on these visits, too, but they all had to drive to Hookipa State Beach to plug in. Mostly, they visited to share true friendship, a little pakas and of course, feast. Anoina loved to see them drive up in their van because she knew the twin girls were with them. Wendy and Alana were like a live cartoon to Anoina. Identical to a point beyond belief, they loved the confusion they caused her. They couldn't fool Kaya, but made their mother play along to increase the fun. On a particular Thursday afternoon, their van stopped in Paia, noticing Anoina, Martin, and Richie on the teahouse lanai. Richie was an old friend of Kaya's father and was glad to see the "keikis" again, not seeing them since they were toddlers. Just as Richie always had done, he invited the Kaaawa's to dinner, knowing his wife would love to see the keikis again. Richie knew David, too, as a teenage friend of his son.
The Kaaawa's showed up at Huelo Point on Saturday morning, continuing their camping trip around the island. While David and Martin went to the Point to see if a Late North Swell was hitting and talk band business, Kaya and Anoina spoke of children while the mischievous girls played their tricks and occupied themselves with lunch preparations. Kaya was excited because Richie accepted her daughters as Chi Kung students. The Hawaii Public Schools were not meeting the needs of the creative eight-year-olds, and the need to engage their growth in constructive arenas occupied always the mind of Kaya. Though Kaya certainly had a handful for over nine years, Anoina was amazed at her mellow serenity. Kaya, being a year older, was like a new big sister, friend, and honored teacher to Anoina, who was now aware of the new life within herself since the monsoon was dried up by the sun. She had just shared the knowledge of the gift of Jah to Martin, even though they both were certain at the moment of conception. They were overwhelmed with the event, but a big confusion about their reunification was removed forever.
Why two people who briefly shared the warmth of a fire and pleasant company, never even revealing their names to each other, would meet again in five and a half years, 12,000 miles away, to unify in such an accelerated and unexpected manner, was clear to Anoina and Martin. It was not a reward for their hard earned piety, it was not an answer to their sincere inquisitiveness, it was not even for the pleasure of the mystic preceptors who only wanted happiness for their wards. It was O Jahovia, Whose will was to create passage for one of His Own into the world. Rather than having the normal fears, wants, and needs that follow the announcement of pregnancy, Anoina and Martin praised Jahovia for creating the very love they deeply had for each other and the new member of their family whose heartbeat was being felt within their embrace. Hearing Anoina excitedly proclaim the news, Kaya was very happy for her new friend, and offered all the assistance if needed. The Kaaawa's left for Wainapanapa Park in the Late afternoon and Martin and Anoina retired early, as Sunday was always a work day at the studio.
Dissident
Holy Smoke had already performed twice since their debut weekend in February, and the band had worked ten songs to recording readiness. Now, with new responsibilities facing all members of the group, they agreed that recording would be their top priority. Bob Dunphey was again on the Island, the engineer was enthusiastic, and the time was right for a recording contract. On Sunday morning, Randy and his attorney father, John Nobriga, met with Bob, Martin and Anoina. The deal was signed, a limited vinyl press and twice as many audio cassettes, ten songs, artwork and cover design responsibilities to Holy Smoke, Ltd., $2,000 per member signing bonus, and 15% royalties to the band in equal shares for the first edition. If a second or subsequent editions were required, the band's royalties increased to 32%, divided by mutual agreement of members. Early summer was devoted to the studio as they were intent on a Labor Day release, in time for the beginning of the tourist season. Jahn Anaya was now able to improve his land and get married, the Kaaawa's were now able to move to a country rental in Makawao, Randy Nobriga bought a new van, and Martin and Anoina surfed.
Anoina started to regularly hit the waves as she wanted to please the child within her. She did not use a surfboard, so now that the waves were more moderate than the intense 15 foot winter North swells, she loved the waves half that size produced by the West swells. She used a set of Churchhill fins and a small piece of varnished plywood strapped to her forward hand to help her ride higher in the pocket. She was always at the beach as a little girl. Growing up in Anuhola, Kauai, such a childhood was not at all unusual. At the base of a Razor backed mountain with a visible hole near the top, Anuhola Beach was known as "Hole in the Wall". On the North Shore of Kauai 10 miles North of Kapaa, this beach received the same North swells that cause the largest "surfable" waves 80 miles away on the famous North Shore of Oahu. Anoina never tried board surfing, but always frolicked in the huge shorebreak with her schoolmates. Body surfing occupied her leisure until she was 17 and left the Island for her Monterrey journey in 1967. She was well known as a teen for her way with the waves, so now, with her new footless companion doing unique tricks and styles at the famous board-surfing Hookipa Beach, they became quite well known and respected in the surfer community.
Their new friends included another direct descendant from Alii, Michael Kaanakuhio, who lived with his young wife, Kewela, on the extremely remote Poli Poli Ridge, three miles below the timberline on the Southwest Rift Zone of Mt. Haleakala. Martin and Anoina drove there on a couple of occasions for overnight stays at their mile high homestead. Michael was committed to Hawaiian Homestead Rights, politically acvtive, and very well known throughout the Island chain as well as in New Zealand maori community.
The land of Alii heritage, guaranteed by pact between the United States and the last Monarch, the Noble Queen Liliuokalani, was a subject that Anoina was always interested in, but she had dropped all ideas of cultural self-identification years ago. She was proud of that culture, but she was somewhat embarassed by her peoples' subjugation to the European since the turn of the century. She used to love to hear the tired ancient men talk about the old days and the old ways in Kapaa when she was a child, so Michael was an easy friend to make. His wife, Kewela, was an amazingly talented artist of many mediums, and she naturally offered to do the album cover for the band's upcoming release. Covering the entire kitchen of their highland home, the design was equally amazing, with a petroglyphic design logo and an airbrush rendering of a Hawaiian remote beach, complete with waterfall and flora and fauna. On the beach was a conch shell with a cloud of smoke coming out from its opening. Within the smoke was a stylized drawing she had copied from a photograph of the band in action at the blue moon saloon, Anoina in the center, behing the congas with microphone in hand, Martin to the right playing his SG with eyes closed and looking skyward. David was to the left on the keyboards staring at Anoina, and Randy and John Anaya on raised platforms behind them all, seemingly engaged in battle of percussions with each other. Having taken only three days to do this magical painting, Kewela then photographed the 4 foot by 3 foot mural, and the words "Mahalo Nui Loa Haleakala - Songs of Alii - Holy Smoke" were superimposed to make a truely impressive album and cassette cover.
The band played their once-a-month concert in Lahaina, but due to smaller crowds that summer brings to the old whaling capital of the Pacific, their income dropped slightly. But the anticipation of a successful record to be released, Robert Dunphey immediately set up a regular monthly salary for the band members in lieu of royalty payments. Martin and Anoina felt secure in the new life bestowed on her and her child within by the grace of O Jahovia. They enjoyed the summer months, as he celebrated his 29th birthday and she turned 26.
The couple no longer thought themselves to have been placed together suddenly. They understood from their combined and always discussed insight that their unification was a long time in the making, perhaps even predating their own births. When Jah sets into motion His Divine Will, the time element also belongs to Him. Now they knew that maybe even their own joy was not the central point of His plan, but for the joy of their child. The unborn, unnamed member of their family was consciously included in all their activities. Anoina was very conscious of her childs well being, refraining from smoking, spicy foods and obnoxious sound vibrations. She had made some mahjuhn from the herb for her stress and her high. Mata Chula made her a concoction from figs and the juice from papaya pulp, lightly spiced with cinnamon, allspice, and hemp pollens, which she recommended as medicine (mahjuhn) for Anoina's predicted pregnancy. "It will help you sing and it will help your child hear your voice", she would say while telling Anoina about her future motherhood. But the herb was very scarce in the summer of the Bicentennial Election year. Her ten good plants hidden on platforms in tall trees were very large, but the time for maturity was delayed due to drought conditions. She was hoping for a good early September monsoon, wait for a week of dry Indian Summer, and then harvest the mannah with respect. That soon changed as she and Martin were loading up their surfing gear in the Rambler one early Sunday morning. At the base of one of the avocado trees were five piles of mulch, split black poly-bags, and molested composted peat pot pieces. Half their crop stolen while they slept by the night stalkers, they spent the rest of the morning properly harvesting the other five plants. This, too, they accepted as mercy because most growers in their area were losing everything, some to quiet thieves in the night, some to National Guard raids, some to violent armed robbers at the point of Vietnam issue M16s. Though disappointed, they did not reject nor blame Huelo Point. These events were predominant in Kona, Puna and Hawi on the Isle of Big, all of Molokai and Kauai, and the Koolau Ridge of Oahu. When one plant can generATE $2,000 of commerce, theft, greed, and violence will be attracted. Misused sacrament is sacriledge. Whatever materialistic flaws that flow in Jah Kingdom certainly cannot blemish the character of His Own, so Martin and Anoina went surfing, accepting His Will.
September had been productive with the release of their album, Mahalo Nui Loa Haleakala. The title cut was getting much airplay on the tourist radio stations, and the records and tapes sold very well at the International Market Place as well as the Lahaina and Kona tourist meccas. Most purchasers possibly thought they were getting "Don Ho", but after the sweet serene Polynesian vocals drifted into the cantankerous steel drums, keyboards, and wild guitar riffs, only certain ears were eligible for true appreciation. However, the debut album was reissued again and again and was popular enough to produce 12 years of modest income for the artists, as it became one of the first records to blend Hawaiian and progressive World Beat music.
Indigenous Rights
Martin and Anoina spent the Fall surfing and playing music together. Since the release of their record, they only played once a month with Holy Smoke in Lahaina. The rest of the band was busy with various projects, and they no longer played at the studio. Martin and Anoina still went there now and then, even working on songs for two, the acoustic variation of Kekela's many songs. Martin even wrote lyrics about the killing fields of Southeast Asia and Anoina wrote about education of contemporary youth. Often now, they were going to the highlands of the Southwest Rift Zone of Haleakala to visit their new, very intimate friends, the Kaanakuhios. Michael knew Kekela from Kula years ago, but was four years older and never hung with him. He, like Martin, was in and out of Vietnam before the 1968 acceleration.
Michael Kaanakuhio was with the U.S. Navy on a hospital ship 30 miles away from the coast, so he pretty much was out of harm's way. Neither he nor Martin ever talked about Vietnam, but Michael did mention a surfing beach he rode while on liberty in Saigon. He also mentioned a break on Kahoolawa, a remote island clearly visible from his homestead. This island, however, was off-limits due to it's use as a Navy practice bombing site. On certain nights, the flasges and booms were evident from the Kaanakuhio's residence. As a very powerful, world-class athlete and champion surfer, Michael sometimes paddled a large, Alii style surfboard to the island. His interest was not surfing, however, as he was investigating whether ancient heiaus and sacred burial grounds were being molested by the U. S. Navy bombers, despite assurancesd by the Navy to the contrary.
Michael was preparing to go to the Island of Kauai to give a lecture series on Hawaiian Rights issues. He invited Martin and Anoina to accompany him and his wife so they may be able to do some fall surfing at the Hanalei Plantation, camping, and business. He was involved in active civil disobediance to bring light to serious issues. Hawaiian Homelands were being sold out to Japanese Conglomerates for development there, and not only were the Hawaiian people being completely left out of decision making processes, they were also being lied to and stolen from.
Michael was not a racist, but he, like Anoina, was embarassed by the loss of a culture that he wanted to help preserve. So, in the middle of October of 1976, they boarded a plane for a trip to the Hanakapiae Coast. Kewela was also with child, her first, so, needless to say, her and Anoina became best of friends with similar interests. Anoina was to have her child the second week of January, and Kewela was just two weeks behind. Although Martin was not Hawaiian and had only been in the islands for a little more than a year, because he was the adopted brother of the Kahuna Kekela, Michael considered him Alii as well. According to legend, race did not determine whether one was eligible for refuge. Michaels first speaking engagement in Kauai, at the lihui Community Center, was on the evening of their arrival. Martin and Anoina played a specially selected Kekela song to begin the lecture. The song was not recorded nor performed by Holy Smoke, yet the song had special meaning to both families as it dealt with procreation. Kekela's lyrics were in Hawaiian, but the translation was prayerful and serious.
Michael then spoke to the thirty attendees of the event on the subject of racism. "Perhaps you noticed my haole friend playing the music as his wife sung the Kahuna's Prayers to the Sun. This is not a contradiction of the philosophy nor is it a reason for concern to those fighting for indigenous peoples' rights. The ancient petroglyphs prophesize a time when the people of the entire world live as one. Our concerns are not for just those who have taken their birth in indigenous families, the Navajo, the Maori, the Alii or the Lakota. The reason we fight is for the glory of God, who created the European and the Japanese as well. We fight their actions, not their bodily status. As we speak, the pahala, the mystic reed that built our huts when we reached these uninhabited shores, is being destroyed in favor of concrete retirement condominiums. Those represented by the political appointee who heads the commission established to guarantee autonomy are, by design, addicted to the bribery of those who would betray us. While we smile and hula, their cameras clicking, we kill ourselves with Pepsi and Spam, rejecting the coconut and breadfruit our forefathers brought to this land on their outriggers.
We do not declare war on them, as the last queen, Liliuokalani, knew the meaning of the petroglyphs, and welcomed the idea of all races living united. But when they bomb the ancestrial heiau of the Queen, as they continue to do on Kahoolawe, we must not tolerate. I promise, in front of the Hololulu Advertiser reporters in this room, that I will soon visit the Queen's heiau."
Giving three lectures during their two week camping vacation on Kauai, Michael spoke of how the Hawaiian Kahunas, when approached by so-called European "holy men", the missionairies, would give them, for free, a valley for their purposes "from ridge to ridge, from mauka (mountaintop) to makai (ocean shore)", not expecting the immediate fence to be erected for the exclusion of the Hawaiian. He spoke of Captain Cook's crew, who were welcomed as golden gods, who destroyed one half the nation's population in seven months from discovery to his death at the battle of Kealakukua Bay. The embrace of Mother Hawaii was treated like the embrace of a whore, abused and molested by the one-two punch of the missionary land barons and the whalers. His last lecture was a round table discussion, with Anoina's description of her lyrics about education. The point she made was to resist the formal system's attempt to drive ridgin English out of the youth early, denying yet another cultural asset of indigeneous people the world over. She read her poem to the delight of all, as the humor and satire underscored a main problem, denial of human rights.
Michael ended the discussion lashing out against those who profess superiority due to their race, reminding them that their ancestors, too, sought refuge on the islands they settled. He stated that all battles should be waged in peace and directed to all who did not know the meaning of "Aloha". He then translated aloha as a spiritual recognition between all peoples, respecting dignity, humanity, and connection with Divinity.
The two couples camped on the isolated coast of Hanakapiae, truely the tropical paradise of Eden. But commitment to music and politics broke the wonderful communion that took place the last weeks of October. The couples took separate flights back to Maui, Anoina and Martin staying to visit Anuhola. Anoina became "Martha" for the visit, having not seen her parents since her seventeenth birthday. The Anoina's were wealthy locals officially connected to Princeville Resort, always capitalizing on their Alii heritage. They dressed the part, they played the part, and could not comprehend their only daughter's reluctance to get on board. They were convinced that everything they ever did was for her benefit. Martha wrote once in a while, as a respect for their human rights, but did not at all agree with their ways. After introducing them to Martin, and being definitely pregnant, her mother was excited for her grandchild, yet made an unfortunate comment about the child not being "pure Hawaiian". Anoina had heard that junk philosophy since she was a little girl and compared it to a disease. She was not ashamed of her culture, but was again embarassed by how the tourist industry emphasized the fact that so few exist. Racially, she thought of how her child would partly fulfill the prophecy of the ancient petroglyphs of a golden race with roots in all corners of the Creator's Kingdom. She humbly tolerated her mother's insensitivity and further understood why she only wrote once a year. Bidding them a sincere "aloha" and promising notification of the birth of the child, Martin and Anoina headed back to the Refuge of Huelo Point.
To Cry, To Die
Martin and Anoina were able to stay at her Hotel worker friends' condo for their Thanksgiving Weekend performance, as the roommates went to the mainland for the holidays. She was, by now, moving very slowly, moving into the final trimester of her service to the still-unnamed child. Yet, her beauty was greatly enhanced and her performances were very much appreciated. The band, too, seemed to mature more and more each time they played. Some in the audience were lost as to what Holy Smoke was communicating, but they had developed a core of appreciative regulars. The manager of the Blue Moon Saloon was noticing a loss of revenue on alcohol sales on nights they were performing, but the dinner crowd more than made up for this loss, as the Blue Moon was primarily vegetarian cuisine. Tourists wanting to see Hawaiian Hotel Music would no longer be advised by the Maui Sun to take in the Holy Smoke.
Wanting to revisit the place of their reunification, Martin and Anoina went to Honolua Bay early Sunday Morning. As Anoina watched from the beach, Martin rode the crisp ten-footers until the locals arrived. Then they decided to go swimming together in the more gentle fresh water pools at the Kaanapali Sheraton. Having eaten breakfast at the hotel restaurant, they were shocked to see the large headline on the Sunday Honolulu Advertizer, reading "Rights Protester Arrested by Military Police". The article, accompanied by a photograph of Michael Kaanakuhio, stated:
Michael Kaanakuhio, Hawaiian Rights activist and surfing champion, was arrested late yesterday afternoon on the Western cliffs of the island of Kahoolawe. Having paddled from Makena Beach, Maui, on a fifteen foot 1920's style surfboard accross the eleven miles of shark infested waters, he was charged with tresspassing in a restricted zone, and taken from the island to Pearl Harbor Naval Station by a military helicopter. Bail was posted by his organization, Hana O Hana, and he was released. Upon leaving the main gate of the Naval Station, Kaanakuhio told reporters that he would return to Kahoolawe to honor the sacred alii burial grounds. A spokesman repeated the Navy's denial of the presence of heiaus and burial sites on the island, adding that such actions as the one taken by the activist were extremely dangerous due to live ammo testing, and such actions would be dealt with in strict accordance of military law.
Anoina and Martin were fearful for their beloved friend, and immediately left Lahaina for the Poli Poli Ridge Homestead of the Kaanakuhios. They had both developed extreme distaste for political activism, due to unique unfortunate experiances. Martin had been in police riots in the turmoil of the late sixties. Anoina, again thinking of Mata Chula, remembered the military battling the police, with the poor civilians stuck in the crossfire during the Trenchtown, Jamaica, riots of 1971. Full of unusual anxiety, she spoke her concern to Martin on their long drive to the end of the highway. "People who carry weapons of death use them, whether hunter, policeman, or soldier. To try to invade their land, even though unarmed, inspires such people to defend. They no be like Richie, who uses his bare hands to defend his family without killing. When Mata Chula and a whole Rastafarian Community, peaceful, prayerful, unarmed and camping out in Government Yard, political turmoil developed when one leader was overthrown by another who did not like to see Jah's people there. Michael is just like that, he is camping out at Government Yard. He is dedicated to do what he will, but I have concern for his safety. He has embarassed the Amerikan military, he has exposed the international tourism cartel, and he has even managed to have the politicians arguing among themselves. Even those who should care for his cause are, like my parents, stuck to the new ways. Only for our children does he do what he does, and I just hope he watches out for himself. He has served his purpose, he is heading for the courts, his message will be heard, but I don't see enough progress in the hearts of all who would hear."
When they arrived at the Kaanakuhio residence, Michael had already arrived from the airport. There were a few members from his group there, and they were busy mapping strategies for their next civil disobediance. Kewela was not feeling very well, understandably, yet she fully supported the actions of her husband. Martin, who had his own history of civil disobediance as a prominant member of Vietnam Veterans Against the War, having marched 200,000 strong to the Pentagon in 1970, joined in the political discussions while Anoina and Kewela went outside to take in the surreal view. After Michael told the others that he was prepared to paddle to Kahoolawe within the week, Martin, without discouraging his friend, offered his truthful experiances protesting military action.
"I went to a Jimi Hendrix concert in California. While inside, a war protest group had crossed the line of military patience. It was civil disobediance in front of a nearby induction center, where busloads of civilians were forced into the holocaust of Southeast Asia every morning. The group had chained themselves to the garage to prevent the busses from rolling the following morning. There was no trouble caused by the fifteen protesters, but four huge green National Guard trucks were parked with cannons loaded with gas cannisters, and hundreds of soldiers armed with clubs. The fifteen were chanting mystic mantras when the concert let out, and thousands of very high young people, the amazing guitar riffs of Hendrix still in our ears, filled the streets. As hundreds naturally went in trance toward the chanting, the green monsters exploded into life. A green fog was hurled into the innocent without discrimination. Soldiers pulled teenaged girls out of their parents' cars, bludgeoned them and threw them into more green busses with iron grating, arriving by the dozens. Four youths were on the freeway onramp, trying to hitchhike out of harm's way, but they were gassed at point blank range until they lay unconscious. This was not an anomaly, it happened once a week on the mainland during the late sixties. The military has no tolerance for civil disobediance. I know they will be waiting again for you on the West Cliffs, and you will be arrested. But their patience is wearing thin and the publicity you generate from this could lead to action beyond our comprehension."
Michael replied, "Mahalo for your concern, but I do not go to Kahoolawe as chairman of Hana O Hana, I go for God. I Know He is here in Poli Poli as He is in all places at once, yet my ancestors built heiau on Kahoolawe, and I honor them and the Creator with my attempt at pilgrimage. It is not just the evil bombing of our shrines, it is the denial of my soul." He said mahalo and aloha to those who got him out of military custody, laughing, because he knew the Navy was not so foolish as to bring charges. He told them he would be in touch after the birth of his child.
Michael Kaanakuhio would have been in Mexico City in 1968 if he hadn't been smoking dope in Saigon, watching the swimming competition of the summer olympics. He was getting out as Tet was getting serious. He often swam along side the supply boat that went from the hospital ship to the Vietnam coast. Before he enlisted in the Navy in 1964, he had won the Duke Kahanamoku surfing championship, junior division. His abilities in the ocean and his Hawaiian Warrior's strength made the trip to Kahoolawe easy. He could do it in three hours and his only concern was a submerged crater called Molokini, off the Southwest Coast of Maui. Molokini was the home to thousands of blue sharks, and Michael never even ventured very close in his five previous journeys of pilgrimage. He had seen damaged heiaus on Kahoolawe, but his main interest was a certain formation for refuge constructed on the craggy western cliffs. As Martin and Anoina bid them aloha, Kewela promised that they would come to Huelo Point the following weekend for feast and fun, anxious to try out Chula's Mahjuhn.
1976 was a year to remember for Martin and Anoina. Their reunification, their material and spiritual progress, the music, the appearance of their heir, the utter Joy for O Jahovia. But the events of the first week of the last month of the so-called bicentennial would affect them forever. When they went to Paia on Thursday to see Richie, they saw the terrible news on the headline of the Honolulu paper: "Activist reported missing, feared drowned." Stunned, they could not read the article, instead rushing mauka to be with Kewela. When they reached Poli Poli, the homestead looked ransacked and deserted. They drove in total bewilderment down the Ulupalakua Road to Makena Beach, Michael's last contact with Maui. As the breathtaking sun was setting over Lanai, they saw a lone figure sitting by the water on the two mile wide deserted beach. Anoina ran to Kewela, not at all knowing what to say. They sat together in silence as the full moon relit the winter sky. They saw the flashes and heard the booms on Kahoolawe. After an hour, the grief stricken women, their future culture within, returned with Martin to Huelo Point. Kewela, smiling gently with no more tears to cry, told her dear friends that Michael, as he paddled away on Monday Morning, said he was going to God's Kingdom.
Kewela's broken heart outweighed any philosophical ideas that were already well understood. The consoling hospitality of Martin and Anoina was needed desparately, but she knew that she had to carry out her husband's work. Her parents took her to Oahu to care for her until her child was born, and although she preferred the company of her new dear friends, she thought it best not to impose, because they, too, were approaching the appearance of their first child. Her parents were her best friends as well, so, after spending a few days at Huelo Point, she returned to her birthplace. The speculative media circus surrounding her husband's disappearance did not bother her, as she understood God's Will will be done. Like Kahuna Kekela, she placed no blame for her husband's demise.
Martin and Anoina had a more difficult time accepting the results of the ensuing investigation. After one week, the Navy ended it's search, claiming that he either drowned, in perfectly calm conditions, or was attacked by sharks near the Molokini Crater, which Michael always avoided. A fifteen foot balsa wood surfboard, that even if broken into ten pieces would still float, was used in the journey, yet no trace of the board was found. Hana O Hana held a memorial march on Iolani Palace in Honolulu and speakers there theorized many conspiracy scenarios. Martin then remembered being mildly admonished and corrected by his friend about his reason for going back to Kahoolawe. He also remembered the attitude of the Kahuna Kekela upon the occasion of leaving biology behind. Kekela refused to blame Vietnam, the Amerikan military, chemical companies who manufactured defoliants, or any other cause for his material demise. He knew that he was spirit and spirit never dies. Martin, knowing that Michael's mentality was one with Kekela's, finally refused to waste any more time in wonderment of his assassin, and took shelter of the words' "One Love - One God - Praise Him". Anoina too, broke out of grief with neither bitterness nor doubt. She heard of Chula's many years of seeing dying children in the poverty of Trenchtown, and how she had described the grief of losing a loved one. Chula spoke of Lord Jesus Christ and explained His Mission: To Cry, To Die, For Jah Kingdom. She spoke of the chosen people, the Israelites, the twelve tribes who wander the world always persecuted, always prosecuted, the people of the world who from worldly vision are the Dread. She spoke of those who bring Jah's Kingdom to the world facing death at the hands of the Rulers of Babylon, the thieves who steal the Garden of Eden from Jah's children. Afrika, Hawaii, New Zealand, Anoina saw Michael intimately related to her Mata Shaman. She composed a prayer using Chula's words and chanted them sweetly to the mellow rhythms played by Martin. They were to never be alone on Huelo Point.
Tribute
By December 8, Martin and Anoina were thinking more of Kewela Kaanakuhio than her late husband. He was gone, and she and her child lived as one. They knew that she would survive the ordeal and were wishing her well. They ventured to Hookipa Beach, to see the waves. As they parked the Rambler on the dirt road, a regular old-timer at the point ran up to them.
Gary Costello, a long-time surfing partner of Michael Kaanakuhio, had been on Maui since 1964. He had a large, fee simple ranch in upcountry Makawao. He was a local icon, having made his fortune in Maui herb and other investments. Arriving after a four year hitch in the Navy, he came from Pearl Harbor to Maui to surf. He worked construction jobs between waves and purchased land on the volcano. He had grown herb for friends and pleasure, but one year, he planted for profit. On state land in Keanae Valley, he grew three acres of unmolested, high grade pakas. The profit was parleyed in real estate and a Ford dealership in Kahului. He never let his wealth burden him, and, overwhelmed by the chain of events of the past weeks, he needed an outlet for his grief. He was hoping Martin and Anoina would show up soon at the beach so he could ask them for help.
Gary, the always wired, always wheeling and dealing longtime friend of Michael, said, offering Martin a fancy, filter-tipped reefa, "I am financing arrangement of a memorial concert at the Waikiki Shell on Christmas Day. These people never knew Michael. All we see on television, all we read in the paper, is "politics here, conspiracy there". His fame has caused this, but they do not know him. He loved your band and always talked about your performances. He gave me your tape. I have already paid your expenses. I know you are very busy, with your child on the way, but I have to do something. He was life, not violence, he was hope, not despair, he was joy, not grief."
Anoina suggested that instead of a Michael Kaanakuhio Memorial Concert, she would like to see a Kewela Kaanakuhio Benefit Concert. Gary agreed enthusiastically, and she and Martin made arrangements with the band to travel to Oahu to prepare for the biggest show the Holy Smoke would ever do. When contacted, all musicians and families had air fare and rooms reserved in a condo on the Ala Wai Canal, in Honolulu, during the busiest time of the Christmas Season.
Anoina was only one month away from meeting her child face to face. She sung to the preborn infant often, and was always rewarded with kicks of approval. Her discomfort was greatly minimised by the morning teaspoon of Chula's Mahjuhn. She was gradually getting back to normal, and a musical outlet seemed like a good idea. So, off they went to Honolulu, hoping to do right by their dear friends. Gary was a very serene, sincere, and non-violent sort, so they were more than willing to do his bidding. He had rented the Shell for $10,000, and had commissioned a documentary film about Michael's life. Being an often filmed surfer and political figure, there was a lot of material for this project. He commissioned a professional Kahuna to perform a blessing. He also planned to personally deliver a eulogy for the event. The focus for the event was to be Michael, the person, not the cause, so, though they fully supported the event, Hana O Hana was not an active participant. Just Gary paying tribute to his dear friend. He set up a donation for entry, and set up a trust fund for the surviving Kaanakuhios to deposit the total receipts. All overhead, band and film makers expenses, security and event employees' salaries were paid separately by Gary Costello.
So off the band flew to Honolulu for a Christmas concert. They had to arrive five days early, as David Kaaawa and Martin offered their help in preparations. Anoina and Martin arrived in a squall, and took a miserable taxi ride during rush hour to their condominium. Finally arriving at dusk, they took shelter of their room, in great culture shock from being in the big city. It had been five years since Anoina had spent 20 hours there and Martin and Kekela had only been at the airport for 20 minutes to change planes. Martin had been there more recently for his brothers Navy event, but spent all his time in Pearl Harbor, other than a trip to the city for a reggae concert. It was very strange for them to be watching a color TV set, but they were nevertheless glued to the tube for the entire evening, leaving Kalakaua Blvd. to the throngs of tourists. Before they went to bed, a news report mentioned the philanthropic event organized by Gary Costello and carried a film clip of Kewela Kaanakuhio at her husband's memorial service.
They were settled in their room, seeking shelter from such throngs of the tourist Mecca of Waikiki. There were many great entertainment packages scheduled during the Christmas season, and the Holy Smoke, as neophyte to the industry as they were, was one of the hottest tickets around. Tourists, not knowing the group nor the beneficiary, did not show interest in the event, but surfers, Islanders, activists, even politicians and tourist industry-purchased alii were going to be at the Waikiki Shell Ampitheater for the benefit. Under different circumstances, Martin and Anoina would have been exhillerated to play at such a place, but, overwhelmed with emotion, they were struggling to cope. Anoina was brightened up greatly by the knock on the door the next morning. Wendy and Alana Kaaawa, the twin daughters of their friends, just showed up from down the hall, and were eager to harass her with their antics. They wanted to see if Anoina wanted to come to Kaya's for lunch. Martin was with David and Gary at the Shell, so the girls and the still unnamed and yet to be born infant spent a happy afternoon together. The twins had a way of making everyone around them into storybook children, and all were cheered up by such simplicity.
Gary wanted Holy Smoke to open the event with their album songs for thirty minutes, and play background instrumentals for the 90 minute documentary. Then he would deliver the eulogy for 15 minutes, pronouncing undying friendship. Then Kewela was to speak of her husband's desire for the future. He wanted Holy Smoke to end the show with "O Jahovia". The song was not on the cassette, so Gary had never heard it, but said it was Michael's favorite song. Michael had many times told Gary of the effect of singing the Name and Glory of the Creator. The stage was traditional backdrop, with volunteers arriving with palm fronds, hundreds and thousands of plumerias for flower festoons, ti leaves, potted antheriums, and lahala fronds. Gary spared no expense to make sure that the event was first class. A large screen was set up for for the film and the engineers were busy doing the necessary sound checks. The engineers wanted the band to do a practice set in two days, two days before the benefit. While everyone was scurrying about, Martin noticed Kewela sitting in the seats with her parents. He approached her and offered heartfelt respects. She introduced him to her parents, and old Hawaiian couple who lived their entire lives in the Hauula Homesteads on the North Shore of Oahu. They were very poor, but wealthy in pride and the Spirit of Aloha, immediately accepting their youngest daughter's friend as their own child. Kewela's mourning period was now over and she was trying to carry out her late husband's work, but was rapidly moving away from the political aspirations of Michael's organization. She was trying to emphasize the non-racist, environmental caretakers of God's Kingdom Movement that Michael was speaking of more and more just prior to his disappearance. She invited Martin to bring Anoina to her parents' home for the evening and gave Martin a map. With his promise to come, she bid him "aloha pumehana" and left the ampitheater.
Gary, Martin, and David finished their work early and left the ampitheater. Gary was visiting friends and surfing very large waves on the North Shore, with Pipeline, Rocky Point. Laniekea, and Sunset Beach all topping out at 20 foot, so he offered to give Anoina and Martin a ride to the other side of the Island. David, Kaya, and the twins were going to hang out at Kapiolani Park and maybe get together with the Anayas when they arrived. Randy Nobriga was probably already on the Island, as he too, wanted to see the excitement of the North Shore big wave season. They all left the condo after eating lunch prepared by Wendy, Anoina, and Alana, leaving notes on the doors of John's and Randy's apartments, notifying them of the December 23 sound check rehearsal.
Anoina was feeling much better and was inspired to make the benefit a festive occasion when Martin told her of Kewela's mood. She was anxious to see her dear confidante, and she packed a small jar of the Mahjuhn that she had planned to prescribe the weekend of the tragedy. Other than being 40 pounds heavier than she was used to, she was energetic and well rested, despite the culture shock and the travel. As they crossed the Koolaus on the Pali Highway, the majestic view of the Windward Coast of Oahu opened to them on the steep drop through banana plantations to the Mamalahoa Belt Highway. They drove past the large Buddhist Temple and the offshore Chinaman's Hat Island, watching old fishermen ply the reef, as they had done for hundreds of years.
Gary was telling them of all the construction going on and how the homesteads were being sold out from under the indigeneous Hawaiians. He told of native Hawaiians moving to makeshift tent cities going up on Sand Island, Waimanalo, and Nanakuli. As a real estate developer, he and Michael had no conflicts as Gary had no part in the lucrative rip-off. In fact, Gary was even sued by the Hawaiian Lands Commission for not honoring a contract when he found out that oil magnates from Saudi Arabia purchased 300 acres in a deal with the Commission. The bananas, breadfruit, lahala and holoholo was turned into a concrete jungle of condos turned tenement projects. Tourists do not but into the rainy sides of the Islands, so the Saudis turned into overpaid welfare landlords. Gary was always insistant in examining all buyers and sellers to protect indigeneous interests. Arriving in Hauula, Gary turned right and took the street through the modern housing development owned by Hawaiian families until the street ended. There was a gate on a muddy driveway that Martin opened and closed as Gary drove through. The muddy road switchbacked rising up the Koolau Ridge through old wooden houses within the bamboo and banana patches. In the middle of the big city, here Martin and Anoina were reminded of Huelo Point. They pulled up to a homestead, and Kewela, smiling broadly, approached them as fast as a very small 25 year old carrying an eight month old child within could run. Embracing her friend Anoina, she welcomed them to her heritage.
Having just made a large jug of juice from Lilikoi, guava and papaya pulp and morning rain water, she served the travelers to ancient aloha in the steamy rain forest homestead. Talking of the origin of the home of her youth, she showed them the waterfalls, the trails heading deeper up the sheer jagged cliffs of the Koolaus, and the bounty of the land, the Okinawan sweet potatoes planted by her Kamaina grandparents. Her grandfather was from Okinawa, and was brought for cheap labor in the Kahuku sugar fields. He married her Hawaiian grandmother who was orphaned, with child, and trying to farm the muddy land alone. Their love of the land was prominant in the carefully constructed and manicured banana patches, rockeries, and raised gardens. A wall made from disgarded mattress springs end to end was overgrown with perennial lima bean vines. Poha berries were everywhere as the steamyness of the land produced fruit year round. Breadfruit and Ohia trees towered over as a canopy for the entire three acre patch of land.
Gary bid his friends aloha as he headed north for the big wave excitement. The Mekikos, Kewela's elderly parents, welcomed the company and begged their pardon as they had to leave. They had previously planned dinner at Kewela's brother's house in Laia. Firing up the 1942 Willys Jeep, rusted to the frame, the old couple hit the highway. Cooking a pot of rice, steaming kale, watercress and mustard greens, Kewela began to tell her friends of self realization.
"When I arrived here, I was devastated. I hid my emotions well at Huelo Point, but I was very angry with Michael. I knew he wasn't doing it for publicity, he truely wanted to visit the Queen's Heiau. But he did not care for his child or me. I became ashamed of myself for blaming him, accusing him of selfishness. But then I regained my love for why I loved him. I loved him for his love of Lakota, his love for Maori, his love for the oppressed. Then I thought of folks like Betty Shabazz and Coretta Scott King and all the women throughout history left with the burden of continuing the culture alone, without assassinated husbands by their side. He did not leave me, his heart is beating alongside mine. Whether he entered the Heiau, the sea, or the belly of the shark is not a condition of separation, because separation did not occur."
Philosophical sharing took place the rest of the evening, with Martin, Kekela, Anoina, Chula, Kewela, and Michael all taking part. The ideas produced a song that was to be performed live only once, and was easily adapted to a festive anthem that seemed waiting for just the right lyrics. I was to open the Waikiki Shell Christmas show. The song, composed as a product of taking shelter of the Creator, was to be titled Kewela's Mourn.
The following day and evening were spent happily and hopefully by the three friends. Martin and Masaru Mikiko, Kewela's father, went to the beach early the next mourning to also see the big waves. The old jeep did not have enough punch to go to the north North Shore, where the world-class surfers were exhibiting their skills on the largest rideable waves of the planet, so they settled for the local Pounder's Beach, just north of Hauula. When they arrived, the waves were crashing hard on the steep shoreline, foam rushing all accross the highway. Martin thought correctly that only one with suicide on the mind would attempt this beach today. Anoina and Kewela knew that this would be their last time together before their babies arrived. They shared motherly excitement and the emotion was bittersweet to the brave Kewela. They would again see each other on Christmas Day, but the circumstances would be quite hectic. They took some mahjuhn and worked on putting to poetry the words they composed the previous night. Kewela showede Anoina the painting she was working on. Titled "Granma Mikiko", it was of a Hawaiian woman with child strapped on her back, working the garden with the Koolaus, waterfalls, and banana patches in the backdrop. It was like a photograph of the antique Hauula Homestead, and was revealing the honest and spiritually strong mentality of the artist. They shared a meal with the Mikikos, and Gary pulled up at 10 PM that evening. The three dear friends from Maui, who were life to Kewela and the deliverers of Mourning, bid aloha to her and headed back to Honolulu.
For Jah's Kingdom
All the band's members arrived for practice two days before the event. The Stage was like a straw lodge with bamboo, palms and pahala, with a huge screen erected on the shell-like wall of the ampitheater. Children were everywhere stringing mango leaves and plumeria for the festoons. Wendy and Alana joined in with great pleasure. Kaya Kaaawa and Debi Anaya watched from the seats, testing from various distances to help the engineers. Many folks from Hana Ohana were there, helping with various projects. The Kahuna blessed the event and informed Gary that he was unable to attend the show. Final editing of the documentary was completed and the narrators were dubbing their comments to the film. While watching the surfing portion of the film, the band warmed up with rousing instrumental to fit the waves. A wicker chair was set up for Anoina, and congas were placed for her to play while sitting. Her conga playing was a great addition to the steel drumns and the drums. The three percussionists had developed quite a rapport and the drums begged Polynesian martial arts and dances to be blended in. Martin's dreamy riffs and David's keyboard mastery rode the waves with the late Michael Kaanakuhio. All who heard the practice session knew that Holy Smoke would make a major impact on Waikiki on that Christmas evening.
After two hours of jamming, feeling out the stage, practicing their album cuts, Anoina asked the band to play a particular instrumental, smiling at Martin as he recognized it to be the song they composed with Kewela. She chanted wordless vocals to the tune, greatly enhancing the misic. While humming, she would come to a part keyed by David and a strong chord from Martin's SG, singing "To cry, to die, for Jah's Kingdom". The band members knew that Christmas evening would produce a debut song. Anoina, after the practice, wanted to go back to the apartment and put finishing touches to the lyrical composition of "Tribute".
On Christmas Eve, the band and their family members got together for a celebration. What a year it had been! Three musicians playing a swan song of a broken band, loan a tired looking patron a guitar so he could jam with them. He plugs it into the PA, and the crowd comes alive. Two weeks later, the band fizzles, but the new member recommends a vocalist. Immediate success follows in Lahaina, and in less than a year, here they are on stage as the main musical attraction of the best venue of the entire Pacific region. They were overwhelmed at the way they were musically satisfied beyond their wildest dreams. Anoina and Martin told the band of the new song they were to open with.
The sky was without clouds and a quarter moon auspiciously hung over the Shell on Christmas, 1976. Kawela and Anoina were in her dressing room backstage and they were quite nervous. Kawela was embarassed about being a beneficiary, but on the insistance of Gary Costello, the trust fund was started. Gary said it was a legacy to the family, and Kawela humbly accepted the generosity. The Benefit was sold out, and 3,000 people donated $10 each to honor a State Treasure. Even the US Navy on the occasion of the much publicized event conveyed official condolences to the Kaanakuhio Family. Anoina tried to talk Kawela on stage to sing with the band, but Kawela decided to just talk a bit about Michael's last discussions with her, his discourses on Kauai, and his opposition to racist and sectarian feelings that infect and destroy many movements for political change. Gary welcomed the crowd and thanked them for attending the event. As many volunteers were serving pupus and juice drinks, Holy Smoke snuck on stage unrecognized and unannounced. To a standing ovation to a huge slide of Michael and Kewela Kaanakuhio on the screen above the band, Holy Smoke burst into a tumultuous Tahitian drum battle between Anoina, John Anaya and Randy. Melodic and electronic riffs produced by David and Martin echoed off the Shell and reverberated to the Diamond Head Volcano. Anoina, desperate chanting of powerful wordless vocals calming down to delivery of clear, concise lyrics, sang with grave emotion:
We are not alone, Messaiah takes us home,
Shows us the way to His Kingdom.
A tribute to the teachers, who, despite Babylon,
Show us the way to His Kingdom.
A tribute to the martyr, a tribute to the Dread,
A tribute to the ones who give life to the dead.
They cry, they die for His Kingdom.
The Shahman said to me, "Be an Israelite,
Do not give credance to the pain.
The chosen people, they live in Zion,
Never to be cheated again.
To Babylon, the Lord causes them dread,
leaving them totally insane.
Rude men do not know how to cry, to die for His Kingdom."
What you may see as a conspiracy
Is just a symptom, when life
Comes to stay in mind and form
To stir up the trouble and strife.
Do what you do and off you go,
But you never give up your life.
You teach the world how to cry, how to die for His Kingdom.
The documentary, accompanied by Holy Smoke instrumentals, was also well received, followed by a short eulogy by Gary Costello. After telling stories of their friendship, he thanked the audience for their kind concern for the beneficiary, Kewela Kaanakuhio. Kawelka was backstage, talking to Anoina about their futures. She was planning to go back to Poli Poli when her child was born, and was glad that Gary was caretaking the 2 acres in her absence. She was very grateful to her old friend, and was going to be glad to be back home. She also told Anoina that she was not going to involve hersoel with Hana Ohana, not because of philosophical differences, but for indifference. She knew that she was not Michael, she was a mother, like the painting she was doing, nurturer, caretaker, and teacher of the culture.
Anoina, knowing that she would not see Kawela for a few months, wished her well for the birth of her child, saying, "It is O Jahovia, who, by His wlll alone, we move, we sing, we are born, we die, we are the vehicles of His creation. We are His Own, and He gives us shelter eternally. In states of shock and grief, we forget His Love, be He never forgets us, always bringing us back to His Refuge. I'll be excited at your return and you must feel free to live forever at Huelo Point. Poli Poli is too isolated, but I'll visit you, and, of course, I'm sure you'll be at Hookipa often. Give my warmest regards to your nice parents."
Kawela left the dressing room and walked with her parents to the stage area. They had to get back to Hauula, as the farm required early rising every morning. They would leave during "O Jahovia" by Holy Smoke. As Kawela was prepared to speak, the ampitheater was silent. Her voice was breaking up and tears welled up in her eyes. Looking to Anoina and Martin, she smiled sweetly and sighed deeply as she continued to speak. She honored her parents and the Hauula homestead., she spoke of the holy ground on Poli Poli Ridge, and spoke of the power of the sea and the volcano. Then she spoke of her most intimate associate and husband:
"Michael spoke strongly against the 80 years of illegal occupation of the Hawaiian Kingdom. He did not back down on any of the issues. However, if the people of Hawaii became the enemy of anyone, Michael knew that all was lost. The Hawaiian people must symbolize the spirit of Aloha and must welcome all who come to these islands for refuge. Otherwise, they are not faithful to the Creator, for we, too, sought refuge. His ideas, though not well understood by the masses, were devoid of ethnicity. He knew the Creator's desire, as carved in the petroglyphs by the ancient Kahunas, that all humankind live in Aloha as one. Michael was never rude to a tourist, his long time associate was a real estate developer, and the lawmakers were never to have seen him act in anger. His heart burned, however, at the sight of the old families kicked out of their shacks in the banana plantations and cane fields and forced to live in tenement complexes. He could not stomach seeing the young hawaiian families living in tent cities in Waimanalo and Nanakuli while bulldozers laid waste their stolen homesteads. He spoke loudly against legal tricks performed by the greedy that left forth generation farmers without deeds to their heritage. His actions were not borne of rage, stained by revenge, not were they meant for public embarassment. He went to Kahoolawe not to offend the Navy, he served them honorably for four years in Southeast Asia. He knew of a heiau containing petroglyphic messages of prophecy. The spirit of Aloha welcomes all races, all humankind, to join the kingdom. But before the healing of humankind can experiance this joining, the destroyers of the creation must not be allowed to continue."
"Michael was not simply a local issue, for he was in solidarity with the Human Beings of the Lakota Nations, the Maori of New Zealand, the Makai, Aliuts, and all the true Israelites of the world who wander without homelands. Michael also told me of how the European, Asian, and Afrikan who seek refuge in the heritage of Aloha should be accepted and treated as Alii. His last public appearances in Kauai, he warned his Hawaiian family to guard against feeling of racial aloofness, that many can be trapped by ignorance if their desire to hold onto their heritage causes them to banish others seeking refuge."
"I am overwhelmed at the kindness all of you have shown. Michael is here, as is his child, to hear me profess my familial ties to all who seek refuge in the hands of the Creator. I welcome and honor the strength and wisdom given to me by my Maui friendss, whom I would not be able to survive without. I'll let them play for me and my child, play for Michael, play for you wonderful people, and play for the Creator, O Jahovia."
To a heartfelt approval and Aloha expressed by the audience, Kawela and Anoina sang, "O Jahovia - One Love - One God - Praise Him", as Martin rang out the anthem of Jah's Kingdom, and 3,000 hearts were struck with wonder. Kawela and her parents disappeared while the band played, chanted, and praised O Jahovia for another hour. The crowd left in total silence, a tribute to Jah's Kingdom. Martin and Anoina and their yet nameless child took the midnight plane to Maui. As they passed Hookipa Beach, and the sun was rising, they saw a shadow of Michael Kaanakuhio deep within a 25 foot wave. They silently bade their good friend Aloha. Filled with the golry of Jah's Creation, they were ready to receive the gift of life, so they were pleased to return to the refuge of Huelo Point.
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