Kipuka

Ch 4 Emergency

New Zion

Oranxia Santos, Richie's wife, had much experiance bringing babies into the world, and was the midwife in attendance for the home birth at Huelo Point. After a twenty hour labor, the very dark-skinned boy came into the world and was given the name "Kuhio" in honor of their late friend. He was very alert, strong and healthy, and the joy for his arrival was unsurpassed. By noon on January 13, everyone in the household was fast asleep. Oranxia left as they all awoke and offered to take her little new friend any time to afford Anoina some rest. As the infant Kuhio took nourishment from his mother, Huelo Point was truely Jah's Kingdom. Martin was busily building projects deemed necessary for their growing family. After Kuhio went to sleep again, Anoina approached her quiet husband with a specially tailored reefah she was saving for this occasion. As twilight came to the misty rain forest, the happy couple took the sacrament in the open-aired, screened-in room of their shanty.

Anoina's recovery was rapid as her attention to keeping in shape during her pregnancy paid off. In two weeks, they were again surfing Hookipa Beach, and Kuhio was growing strong enough to go, too. Wendy and Alana, who were now being home-schooled by their mother, were always at the beach with Kaya to play with Kuhio. On February 1, a big party was going on at the Costello eswtate in Makawao. Gary knew that Martin and Anoina had been together for a year now and wanted a celebration to commemorate their reunion. The band members all came, as did all the Hookipa regulars, Huelo Point friends, Paia friends, even Anoina's friends from Lahaina showed up. The music was shared by all and prayers to O Jahovia filled the air. John and Debi Anaya announced the arrival of their child who would be joining them in the summer. The Kaaawa twins were the most excited at the prospect of another baby. After receiving a phone call, Gary pulled Martin and Anoina aside. Masaru Mikiko announced the wonderful news. Kewela had just given birth to a healthy, happy daughter who she named Koleka in honor of her best friend, Anoina. The community of new Alii was growing rapidly, and the happiness of the extended family increased. Masaru told Gary that Kewela Mikiko Kaanakuhio would return to Poli Poli by the summer. Malu Mikiko, Kewela's older brother, was also moving to the homestead on Haleakala with his wife and children to carry on his late brother-in-law's project. Gary was very happy by the announcement of his friend's return to the highlands. Although his wealth and dear friends made him a very happy man, Gary was also bereft of a loved one. His wife of three years had died of leukemia in 1974, and he had lived alone ever since. The only way he survived the ordeal was through the friendship of Michael and Kewela Kaanakuhio.

Time moved ever-swiftly at Huelo Point and before the knew it, Spring had arrived with the Sun. Kuhio was an easy baby, almost to the point of self-sufficiency. Anoina was able to work hours on end in the gardens while Kuhio occupied himself with discovery of his fingers, his toes, and the small critters scurrying about, watching, listening, and smelling. The gardenias and frangapani were abundant and even pikaki flowers were intorduced to the rain forest rockeries. Guavas and lilikoi fruit were everywhere, and the banana patches were responding with large fruit pods. Every day was the same for the Huelo Point family, starting with the drive to Hookipa Point, the morning reefah, the communion of the mother, father, and wonderful infant son, the working of the homestead, the music, and the always present chanting of various Names of the Supreme Creator. Truely feeling as God's Own, Martin and Anoina felt no need to ask permission for their humble lifestyles. Their respective educations proved to them that Jah grants and denies by His Will alone, so they placed themselves always at the refuge of His Will. They were much too serious about the way of life, so, although loved and appreciated by many, they socialized very little. They became regular weekly dinner guests of Richie and Oranxia Santos, and were very close to Gary Costello, who became a regular visitor to their Huelo Point refuge. They kept close touch with the Kaaawas, and camped with them at Poli Poli Ridge on Kewela's land, but Kaya was very busy with her homeschooling of Wrendy and Alana. David had a full-time job now at the studio of Alii Records, and finishing his final year of his electronic major.

As the end of April arrived, it became apparent that the Holy Smoke would not be revived, would not recover from the time factor. John Anaya no longer had the time for music, his employment and new family changed his priorities. Randy Nobriga was a session drummer, playing many jobs in both Lahaina and Waikiki. Martin and Anoina were reserved in their music, regarding it more as a form of worship than a source of revenue. And the Blue Moon was moving more to a dance format to maintain the tourist trade. The time factor and the Will of O Jahovia moved the Holy Smoke into history, preserving the effect of His arrangement for eternity. Only those who saw the group perform could ever relate to the real message conveyed.

When it became time for the sixth generation of Chula's gift to be nurtured into life, Anoina ritualistically performed her expert horticulture, but because of the negativity produced by the last summer crop, she decided to stunt the new summer crop. She would not grow the thirteen foot high Sativa stock, preferring to manicure the plants to no more than one foot. She would also never have two plants in the same location, with the exception of the male and female seed stock. The rain forest afforded many hiding places for tiny herb plants camoflauged by the native flora. Even she would not see them very well. She received a letter from Kewela in May informing her of her move back to Poli Poli in August. She had given her land to her brother, Malu's family, who would build their home there. He had been transferred to Kahului as a worker for the commuter airline company. She was well taken care of both financially from the trust fund as well as the support from her family. She did not want to return to Poli Poli as much as she wanted to be at the beach with Martin, Anoina, and Gary Costello. She was also excitedly anticipating the meeting of Kuhio and Koleka. When Anoina finished the letter, she was wishing it was August, missing the confidentiality of their friendship.

Martin was always praising Jahovia in his heart, sometimes crying at the thought of Kekela and Michael Kaanakuhio. They were always there to give him spiritual strength, but they also left him in Babylon to protect his family alone. He knew from their teachings that he lived in a fool's paradise. He was not aloof from the heavenly appearances of his surroundings, but he also knew of the time factor and temporary nature of things. His gravity made him not inclined to be confused, and he took shelter in his books. He always was ordering new books through the library, and his knowledge expanded on all levels. He also was aware, more and more, of his physical limitations. Every surfer on the North Shore appreciated Martin's way with waves, but he found himself crawling while on land. His boot no longer fit due to bone growth on his stump, so he knew that he would be going to Honolulu for the VA to provide better walking conditions. But the earliest that he could be seen was in September, so he was sedentary for the Summer of 1977. Crutches were too difficult and cumbersome, so he used a ko'a wood cane that Richie had given him. It helped in Paia, but in the rain forest, with the sponge-like soil, the cane just did not work. Anoina offered him no sympathy but freely gave of her strong back to help her beloved associate around. Their love for each other was moved by Jah to know no bounds. The three were welcoming the new day, the new time, the new feeling, the new Zion, praising Him on Huelo Point.

Remedy

There were no waves at Hookipa, but Martin paddled around, feeling much better by the saline bath on his footless leg and the effects of the first harvest of Anoina's tiny Sativa plants. Her horticulture skills were unsurpassed, as the herb of the sixth generation was the best yet. One small reefah was enough to ease Martin's pain thre different times. Anoina, enjoying the company of her sweet, happy child on the empty beach, was excited at the arrival of Gary Costello. He greeted his friend with inquiries to the Kaanakuhio arrival, as he had been on the mainland for a month and had not heard from Kewela.

He found himself missing her greatly and was worried that his affection for her was improper. But Anoina assured him that the affection was reciprocal. They spoke on the beach, sharing pakas, laughs, and tears, as Anoina alleviated Gary's apprehensions. She told him that Love has no meaning separate from the Creator and the attraction two may feel toward one another is caused by Him alone. She again glorified His Will as being the future and that anything outside His Will will not happen. She said, "Do you think that Michael would be angry at you for the protection you have afforded his wife and chiold. Michael accepted the Supreme Will always and is dancing with Him as we speak. His love for Kewela and you is one. The reason Martin and I are together is due to fortune bred by loss. Without tasting bitter defeat, victory has no sweet nectar. His friend and mentor, Kekela, was taken by the agent orange. My dear Chula was dispersed by Trenchtown Bulldozers. Kewels lost he Michael by assassins' plots, and you lost your wife to the dreaded cancer. I can only say that from loss, one can discover victory." Despite uneasiness, Gary was very happy Kewela was returning to Maui, and was hoping to see her soon. Anoina also intimated, to Gary, Kewela's tendency of always mentioning him in her letters. As he departed, Gary said that he intended to see her and Martin play music again together soon. He waved to Martin as he left for the highlands of Makawao. It was noon, and Martin, Anoina, and Kuhio, always together, went to Paia to talk story with Richie Santos.

Richie was excited on this day, as he was being interviewed by the Maui Sun. The local paper was doing a story on martial arts and wanted to know why four of his former students were national champions of various disciplines. He, without hesitating or breaking away from his famous story telling, introduced Martin and Anoina to the photographer and reporter that were seated at his table. He grabbed his godson from Anoina, and told the reporter that the 8 month old Kuhio Moore would be a Chi Kung master at the age of fifteen. "I haven't told his parents yet", he said, "but this boy stay natural. My Oranxia brought him into the world to impress you all with his skill. No stay worry, you write bout him some day." As the interview people finished, Richie laughed and told Martin that most people think of martial arts as fighting, but no one considers the dance, the yoga, and the discipline involved. He never used the phrase "martial arts", rather the exact name of the subject he taught, which, when translated, meant "movement of the spirit". Martin, struggling with his cane to put his surfboard in Richie's van to make room in the Rambler to pick up Kewela and Koleka, motioned Anoina to go with him to Kahului Airport. As expected, Martin, Anoina, Kuhio, Kewela, and Koleka were all invited to dinner at the Santos' home.

As the plane carrying the Kaanakuhios arrived, Martin and Anoina were overjoyed at the sight of the tiny Kewela holding her beautiful brown daughter. Kuhio and Koleka's faces lit up at the sight of each other and joy filled the air because of the reunion of Jah's children. There was not a tinge of sadness or uneasiness at their meeting, only surprise at the extent of the Kaanakuhios' possessions at the baggage claim. One back pack contained everything they owned, so they left the airport quickly to return to the North Shore. Kewela wanted to know about Hookipa, and asked Anoina if she had any mahjuhn. Anoina lit the reefah as they headed East. They did not speak, as the high was enough for communion, but then, Kewela broke the silence. "The last time we were together, I was lifted to heights I never imagined while singing with your band. Music has saved my life, bore my child, healed my broken spirit. I heard Holy Smoke broke up, but I know you did not stop the music. I've taken up flute playing, and also started making bamboo flutes to ease my boredom. I have heard oif a certain bamboo patch in Keanae Valley that I would like to find. I was going to ask Gary Costello, because no one knows the valley like him, but I lost touch with him. I think his business took him away to the mainland. I hope this doesn't disturb you, but I miss him very much. His kindness to me over the last year cannot be repaid, but I would really like for him to lead me to the bamboo. Have you heard from him?"

Anoina mentioned his arrival in Maui and Kewela became very happy. She was no longer feeling the separation from her late husband, as she was alone in the world with her child. She did not even mention Poli Poli, glad to have transferred the lease to her brother. Her interest was now focused on her wonderful daughter, her reunification with her friends and a secret bamboo patch in Keanae Valley.

When they all arrived at Huelo Point, they were all very tired. After Martin was helped up the steps to the lanai, where his Ko'a cane regained it's usefulness, he took great pleasure in showing the Kaanakuhios their room. She opened up her backpack to get her flutes and went to the lanai where the babies crawled in ecstatic abandon. At that point, Kewela, Anoina, and Martin praised Jah's creation. As the childred took nourishment together, they both fell asleep in their mothers' arms.

Music was the way to end the day, so Martin played a soft melody on the Washburn, Kewela played a gentle flute, and Anoina strummed her uke. As the sun went down near where the West Maui Mountains touch the sea to the North, the sky lit the cirrus clouds to a bright orange. As the fragrance of the sweet hemp mixed with the gardenia, frangapani, and pikaki filled the air, the clouds turned red, then purple, and then the sky went black. As they were playing softly whetever they were moved to play, the full moon appeared, playing hide-n-seek with the clouds.

Sitting in the dark lanai, the three appreciated the company of each other, together again after the turbulance of the past year. They were reminded of their campout on the Hanakapiae Coast 10 months ago, before Michael entered the heiau, before Koleka and Kuhio allowed their mothers to see them. Entranced, they all fell asleep to the mantras of the screech owls and the percuaaion of the geccos.

As the babies awoke the following morning, demanding their mothers' attention, the refuge at Huelo Point came to life. Anoina now had a strong, able assistant to help her work the gardens, which were a source of good income. The bounty of the land was in evidence everywhere. Banana stalks, some weighing 80 pounds, were at the pre-ripe stage of harvest. Kewela brought five large Okinawan sweet potatoes to cut up and plant. Garden vegetables were harvested and loaded into the Rambler. The fun of bringing the babies and produce to the farmers' market was a treat Anoina wanted to share with Kewela. Although the work was hard, the satisfaction was God's Own. Martin waved as the four drove away to Paia on that Friday morning. Their only obligation was to not bring any money home from the market. Kewela brought her home-made bamboo flutes to see if they would sell. A festive atmosphere filled the summer air. Kewela felt as if she had received the remedy she had been seeking. She silently prayed thanksgiving to the Creator, and bid aloha pumehana to the Creator's associate, Michael.

The Paia Farmers' Market was alive with activity. Artisans from Kula to Hana made the weekly trip to create their own economic base. Most sellers would leave with more than they arrived with, and barter was the main form of exchange. There was a group from Makawao that even printed up their own currency to promise service for goods. Sometimes, people who made kukui nut lanterns would trade for embroidered art work, who would trade for two hours labor by a strong teenager. It was truely a marketplace like the kind in existance long before the intervention of world banls, stock exchanges, and economic crashes. Anoina had her own booth for four years, and was always popular for her agricultural skills. She would pot up ferns, bamboo keikis, anything that could survive a transplant, and would always leave the marketplace empty-handed. She even knew and applied the system of how to make the potted plants transportable to the mainland, carefully sterilizing the soil and bagging and labelling the plants. Kewela, being the artist she was, saw great potential for the farmers' market, and was inspired to increase her work. She had been to the market before, but just to buy vegetables and hand out fliers for Hana Ohana. Without admonishing the memory of her late husband, she truely disdained political activism. She knew that Michael would not be hurt by her moving away from activism, as he, too, wanted to devote his life to teaching the philosophy of the ancient petroglyphs, rather than serving the duality of the office holder / opposition redundancies. The Market was now a source of enjoyment, not just work, to Kewela.

At the end of the day, Gary Costello showed up and welcomed Kewela home. Their exchange was short and formal as neither acted with familiarity toward one another, but Anoina noticed both Gary's and Kewela's deep inner love for each other. She also saw paternal affection he showed for Koleka, proud of the deep friendship he held for her parents. Gary, as usual, was in a hurry, and again told Anoina of his determination to see them play music again soon. He gave her a small box of cannibis extract in vials for Martin's pain. He also promised to visit Huelo Point the following Wednesday.

As Anoina and Kewela gathered their babies and purchases into the Rambler, they drove the winding Hana Highway east. Anoina said, "Kewela, why you no say nothing bout the valley? Maybe you wait for him to break di ice, but dis guy quiet. He will love you forever in his heart, and no say nothing for fear of offense. But like we know, Jah's Will will be done. He can break all di ice and throw you two together without your control." Kewela replied, "I know Gary is the kindest man I ever met. I think I fear offending him with improper displays of affection. Perhaps Jah will have to push us both if He desires."

Kewela, then, out of the blue, began to inquire about Mata Chula, wanting to have advice at all times by Shaman. Anoina replied to he that Shaman is not what is expected. "An ancient Jamaican woman cannot come from the sky to lead everyone to the promised land, but O Jahovia certainly can send His Own to point out His Refuge." Kewela was then convinced that Anoina has been placed in her friendship by the Creator, and praised Him within the core of her heart for His granting such special favor.

She also decided to care for her friend in her upcoming needs, as she understood thatt the only way to repay the gift of Jah Love was to give Jah Love. They arrived at Huelo Point as the sun was setting. Thinking Martin was asleep, they served their children the blessings of their maternity, and put them to their rest. Anoina then prepared reefah oiled with the extract Gary prescribed and woke Martin up. He was glad they did, as he missed them. As they smoked and drifted into euphoria, Martin sang them the lyrics to a new tune he had worked on that day.

By the time he was finished with the lyrics, Kewela joined in with a perfectly keyed bamboo flute. Anoina sat through the jam, tapping conga riffs on the arm of the rattan chair, her rings emulating the chorus of the gecco. She listened attentively to the lyrics, and her mind, in conjunction with the herbal tincture, drifted to different crossroads of her life, different fiyehs of Babylon she has had to walk through. Leaving her heritage as a mere child, her aimless wanderings through the Aquarian Age, he fortune to see the Holy Smoke pointing the way to the Burning Bush. Her mind took refuge, during Martin and Kewela's improvisational melodic renderings, of the stretch of dying coconuts on a deserted Jamaican beach. Anoina was again, face to face, with her beloved Shaman, Mata Chula.

Chuila whispered, "Yo mon is dyin, but so are you. Israelites walk through the fiyeh, but the fiyeh will not burn. Jah's protection is always over His children. He can create cool fiyeh, which not only does not sear the flesh, it ignites the soul. Learn from your tribulation, my dear Ano." Anoina's time travel continued through unconfused, yet idle, recuperation from the cool flames of the Trenchtown riots, to a squall over Iao Valley. She pondered the silent gift from O jahovia. When he speaks, his words are always full of O Jahovia, when he is silent, the communication continues, heart, mind, body, and soul.

As the song was complete, Kewela was crying profusely, meditating on the message left by her late husband. Michael Kaanakuhio had translated a petroglyph that was three fourths of the way destroyed by the weapons of Babylon, on the island of Kahoolawe. The ancient kahuna who chiseled his message to future seekers of the refuge, taught of the cycle of creation and destruction, and the need of humankind to become civilized, living harmoniously within this world. She shared the knowledge of the petroglyphs with her friends.

Quoting Kahuna Kekela's teachings, Martin offered his testimony: "The Godess Pele exerted Herself one morning and Haleakala exploded. Hot molten lava replaced the volcanic peak, melting the largest mountain in the world into the sea. The heat from the center of the world warmed the waters and the atmosphere, to remove the burden of ice on the planet. Though geologists and scientists lecture on the gradual evolutionary processes that take place, a single moment in history frames initial generators of these processes. Energy requires a source of such energy. Jahovia is the Energetic, Personal Source of creative forces, and His Creative Will is praised by civilized people of the world without competition, without disapproval, without dialog or debate."

Because Kekela had instructed Martin, he knew his very existance was due to the Creator, so all the events of his life were no more, no less, Jah's Creation. He knew in his heart that happiness and distress were two sides of the same coin, and that acceptance of O Jahovia's Will was the difference between Israelite and Babylonian. The freedom to choose which master to serve is how the eternal entities pay back Jah Love. The gift of Jah Love can only be repaid by giving Jah Love, one God, one Love, praise Him.

Martin was very weak, having lost the strength of an under-exercized leg. Without an operation soon, the other muscles would soon be atrophied beyond repair. Martin would be flying to Honolulu on Monday morning, leaving the Refuge of Huelo Point, while never going away.

Anoina had heard directly from him during his new song. She complimented his lyrics cheerfully although her heart was weakened to the extent of not being able to stand. The gift of a confidential associate of Jah's Kingdom was being withdrawn, and, although unquestioned nor debated, His Will brought a worrysome sadness to His Own Anoina. In silence, the three sat euphoric as the herbal essence carried them away.

Anoina's thoughts again rushed to being without Martin and she was somewhat disheartened at his lack of confidentiality concerning his malady. She wanted information about their immediate future, and his silence was extremely misplaced. Because they were as one, she could not accept his evasiveness on the issue. She would not allow her own anxiety to disturb the peaceful return of her friends, however, so she just prayed to the Creator to remove her doubts.

As Saturday summer sun arose above the Hana horizon, Martin awoke with renewed energy. He had not felt better in months and was in much higher spirits. He became unususlly talkative, and did finally pay proper respect to his beloved Anoina, pouring out his heart to her. "I have been rudely selfish to you and hope you will forgive me. I know that I haven't let you in on my plans for my burdensome handicap. I didn't want to make a fuss, and then I was thinking Jah would take me from you. I am so arrogant to think that I could ever be your shelter. If anything, it is the other way around. Something broke last night in my dream. I recall everything, but I cannot relate it to you now. Whatever it was, broken by the hash oil or by your deep concern, I feel free from it now. When we got high last night and I sang my new song, I knew by your response that I had not treated you well. I know that you take my pain always and therefore the remedy is very much needed by yourself as well."

He went on to fully disclose the nature of the operation, prognosis for recovery, and time for recuperation needed. It turned out to be a very simple procedure of re-entering the skin, shaving away bone fragments and cartiledge growth, and repair. A new boot would be fitted and he would be almost normal by the middle of October. Anoina then understood why Martin kept quiet, not for fear of frightening her, rather, the fear of boring her. She then apologized sincerely and tearfully at the anger she had experianced toward her beloved. Martin wanted no part of apology, explaining, "Anger is like the fiyeh, like the wind. It comes and goes as it pleases, from soul to soul, to see if anyone will invite him to stay. No one is held responsible by the One God for Anger stalking their neighborhoods, ringing their doorbells. In fact, O Jahovia is pleased by His Own when they live freely without fearing this demon. But, to invite him into your house will surely burn it down and blow it's contents to all corners of the world. Anger, when turned away as you have always done, comes by less frequently. You say you are sorry, I say you are most fortunate to have so little of his attention." Again, the depth of their love toward the Creator for the love He let them share increased, and a true security enveloped their hearts. Kuhio then laughed out loud, signalling his rising for another day of cutting the carpet with his new firend, Koleka. As anywhere that babies have their rightful positions as the head of the household, Huelo Point sprung to new life.

The Valley

Martin, Anoina, Kewela, and the two infant friends celebrated reunion over the weekend, and, on Monday, Martin left for the VA in Honolulu. Arriving at 9 AM, he was prepped and ready for surgery by noon. At 9 PM, he awoke in the post-op 26 pounds lighter. Feeling no pain, he looked under the covers to see his leg cleanly bandaged eight inches below the knee. He wondered only about how to adjust his surfing style to compensate for the wieght loss. He then praised Jahovia and begged forgiveness for his offenses to Anoina and for forgetting His Names while sedated for the surgery. He wished a phone was at Huelo Point, but he phoned Gary Costello asking him to notify Anoina and Kewela of his condition and leaving the number of his ward. Before he left to be fitted for a new boot on Wednesday, he was wheeled by an orderly to a phoine. Anoina sounded very different as he had never spoke on the phone to her before. She told him of Gary's kindness, delivering the message as swiftly as possible, and also told him of the warming relationship between him and Kewela. Neither was comfortable on the phone, but their hearts joined and eased their feelings of separation. Martin told her he would write to let her know when he was to be released, indicating that a short stay was all that was necessary for the healing. The leg could be sent later, as it was now quite adjustable.

Anoina felt a great burden gone from her sholders asa she received reassurances from her now very communicative Martin. He never told her the dream he had recieved the previous week, but he no longer seemed tired on silent. An inknown event had passed, and she was anxious to sit down alone with her beloved associate to share sacrament and revelation. This sharing was the sweet nectar their lives were made for. O Jahovia, One God, One Love, Praise Him. Hanging up the phone in Gary's upcountry den, she rejoined him, Kewela, and the children outside. They were busy planning a journey to Keanae Valley, to find a secret bamboo patch.

Kewela explained to Anoina and Gary why Keanae Valley bamboo was different than Huelo Point Bamboo. After the explanation, Gary and Anoina realized the true artistry of their friend. "I usually use three sections of the common bamboo. When it is very green and soft, I take this piece of iron, heat it over a fire, and burn the one sixteenth inch thick wall of the tube to form the holes. The heat cures the holes fully so they dont change too much later when I cure the whole instrument. For curing, I use a torch now, but I've baked them and I've let them cure naturally in the sun and the results are these beautiful looking and sounding flutes. I've made baritone to tenor flutes, using different sections of the same thirty foot stalk. At the base of the stalk, the outside diameter sometimes is one and a half inches, and the top of the stalk makes these sweet sounding, penny whistle type flutes. But in Keanae Valley, untouched by lava in a kipu'ka hundreds of thousands of years old lives a unique stand of bamboo. The tube wall thickness is a quarter inch and the base is three to four inches in diameter. This type bamboo is known to grow up to six inches a day in height, and one plant can obtain a base of many acres of land."

The bottom of Keanae Valley is mud, year round, and the greenery of flora is breathtaking. The valley is naturally terraced due to settling into the lava tubes underneath. The gasses and molten rock were coming from these vents, melting the mountain toward the Southwest, and when Goddess Pele returned to the core of the earth planet to begin her work on the Big Island to the Southeast, the still muddy topsoil settled into these vents to form the terraced valley. Kipu'ka refers to a hole in the fire, and the liquefied soil of Keanae created such an oasis. Gary went on to describe his experiance with the Valley.

"After I arrived in Maui, I bought this eight acres in 1966. I built the shack which is now the shed. As you can see, other than the kukuis over there and the stand of eucalyptus, there were no hiding places. I planted Kaleherb for three years, acclimating the seeds I brought home from Bangkok in '64. Back then, hiding places were not needed. But the summer of '68 scared me because the trees were huge, at least ten feet tall. I used the stalks as hardwood furniture pieces. The next year, I was unemployed from carpentry, so I scouted some areas for a money crop. I originally planned to do fifty plants, enough profit to buy building materials for the farm. Then I hiked into Keanae Vaqlley. After crawling through the mud and prehistoric flora for four hours, I came into a dry clearing. It was my place, because there was no access other than the way I came. One side of the clearing was the huge bamboo patch that shaded the entire area after one PM. The humidity was unbearable, but exactly like the valleys of Thailand. I had over 2,000 seeds with me, and the soil looked like pur, damp, but not saturated, peat. I had more seeds at home, so I decided to plant the entire field and let them grow wild. After two days of hard labor, I crawled back out of the valley, tying nylon twine to mark the way."

"When I returned four months later, I was shocked by what I saw. From that field over the next two weeks, I harvested over 1,800 pounds of high-grade sativa. My shack in Makawao was full of baled buds. After burning a quarter ton of leaf and male plants, I had over a half-ton of Thai Stick herb. I made only two deals, one to the Brotherhood of Eternal Light in Laguna Beach for four hundred pounds, and four hundred pounds were traded straight up for fee simple acerage on the Big Island. That left me with 200 pounds for stash which I still smoke. I used it to make 25 liters of cannibis extract, and I have over a gallon left eight years later. I saw your bamboo, Kewela, but I've never been back. The Valley has been somewhat developed since, I even own three acres near the Hana Highway. How did you hear of this bamboo?"

"You told me many years ago", Kewela responded, "right after Michael and I got together. I was commenting on your koa wood furniture and asked if the wood was strong enough to build houses with. Somehow or other, we got to discussing various wood strengths. You mentioned the strength of the bamboo you saw in the valley. I never thought about it again until I was idle in Hauula, messing around with a piece of common bamboo, burning flute holes. I think the huge bamboo would make ono-ono bass flute. I've seen the similar Chinese bamboo, but the wood cracks because it cannot be obtained soft and green."

Gary said, "Maybe we go spock 'em out, eh? We can check out the three acres while there. But I'm warning you. Vietnam Veteran marines never crawled the trails you will see. I found the best way to go is to wear a wetsuit. Also we should wait until Christmas for the temperature to cool a little."

Everyone wanted to go see the Valley. Anoina and Kewela talked Gary into taking them to Hana and immediately began to prepare a huge feast for a Seven Sacred Pools picknick and camp out. Gary was too busy all the time, and the two wahini kaamainas wanted him to enter Hawaii time. They forced him to cancel his appointments and just have his employees do the work. Kewela knew that he buried himself in his businesses after his wife died, and she felt the need to relieve him of such burdens. Gary was very easy to get to drop his life, as he, too, needed to accept refuge. He was worth five million dollars, but he only saw work. So he not only decided to take a vacation, he put his Ford dealership up for sale, ordered his agents to liquify his real estate investments, except the three acres in Keanae Valley, and retired from all occupation. All he wanted from life was to associate with God's Own, the civilized people who praise His Glorious Will. After camping gear, food, pakas and happy infants were loaded into the van, Anoina, Kewela, and Gary headed from the highlands to the Hana Highway. Stopping at Huelo Point to water her gardens, Anoina silently wished that Martin was by her side, but then remembered that he was always with here, even if he was away. As they crawled the treacherous Highway east to Hana, they came upon Keanae Valley entrance. They stopped at the lookout to see the deep crevice scarring the massive volcano, and decided that late summer was no time to hike the fault, so they drove on to the Kipahulu Village, the home of the Seven Sacred Pools.

It just so happened that it was Gary's 35th birthday. He, like Martin, never spoke nonsense small talk. The words he did utter were full of meaning and purpose. But his association with his friends and their babies softened his heart considerably. His words were still serious, but business or social status concerns were dropped. They found a choice camping site overlooking the lower pools, on a windy, grassy knoll on the cliffs lining the east coast of the island. The brisk trade winds were cool and refreshing, and kicked up the mist of the waterfalls to form rainbows all around them. After setting up tents, organizing the picnic tables, and starting a fire for sweet potatoes, dusk was upon them. Anoina and Kewela were going to take their infant children to thew upper pools at dawn, for the baptism of the volcano. The source of the water was the lava tube glaciers finding their way down the east rift, and its pureness is well known. The mothers were not ritualistic nor formal in their ways of worship, but spontaneously took every opportunity to Praise O Jahovia and His Kingdom. So their journey to the upper pools was not worship of the volcano demigod, rather appreciation for Jah's Creation.

Anoina wondered, as she silently watched the fire in the company of her friends, about the way things accelerated around her. Nothing in her life had ever been gradual. The changes she had experianced were instant, and no time was ever there for her to be indecisive. Leaving home, going to Europe, going to Jamaica, leaving Jamaica, Maui, Martin's arrival, Kewela's arrival, Martin's departure. She never had time to question nor debate God's will, but she was now very tired and in need of revitalization. She wanted the baptism of the Volcano herself. She and Kuhio retired to her tent, wishing rest for the next day. As she drifted into slumber, she thought of Martin, Chula, Michael, Kekela's lyrics, and the wonderful friends O Jahovia had given her, laughing around the fire outside. She humbly wished for their happiness, for recovery from their tribulations, a wish that O Jahovia had already granted. The next thing Anoina heard was Kewels happily saying, "Holo holo, Ano", signaling time for their hike. The babies were awake and ready for their breakfast. Gary was dead asleep in his van. Anoina was groggy but Kewela was full of energy. After breakfast, the four began their hike, babies riding first class on the backs of their mothers. Kewela was excitedly talkative, and Anoina knew that she was becoming one with Gary. Kewela said they spoke about the future, and about never wanting to be alone again. "Gary wants to sell his Makawao property and build homestead in the Valley. He wasn't going anywhere in his life, and had been on the mainland trying to figure it all out. He'd gone to the high country to meditate, but his prayers were broken by gunbshots. He saw the signal to return to his refuge. But Makawao was not where his refuge was. He wants me to share his refuge, which I already have been doing for the last year. I think we will be together forever soon." Anoina was so happy for her friend and again associated with Martin within her heart, and wished him a speedy return to break their separation.

After hiking for two hours, they reached the seventh pool, at the base of a 200 foot waterfall. The sun was just showing itself over the eastern ridge, and conditions were perfect for a swim. After playing in the pure waters for awhile, other people began arriving. Beer and pakas and even rock music changed the atmosphere of the idyllic setting and, though not disappointed, neither Anoina nor Kewela wished to stay. They hiked back down to the camp site, wanting to be away from the crowds. Gary was just waking up when they arrived, and they just hung out until the afternoon, eating, smoking pakas, laughing, enjoying each others company. When they left, Kewela talked Gary into taking the south route dirt road through Kipahulu to the Ulupalakua Ridge. The road featured a huge view of Kahoolawe Island, its craggy cliffs reminding them of Michael Kaanakuhio. Kewela offered her heartfelt respects to Jah's Own and all her tears were transformed to warm tears of joy. They stopped at Poli Poli, and as the sun was magnificently setting, Kewela's brother greeted their arrival. The homestead, unseen by Kewela for over nine months, was returning to life. Malu had worked hard to preserve the refuge as a monument to his brother-in-law, and Kewela was extremely pleased by such devotion. Today was the day to give the Creator praises again and again for the healing of the afflicted, His giving life to the lifeless.

Rebirth

When the travelers left Poli Poli the next morning, Gary offered them the shelter of his Makawao homestead. He did not like the idea of their isolation at Huelo Point during harvest season. The herb growing industry had been taken over by black marketeers, and aqn undesirable element had infiltrated the area. Increasing bushwhacking violence, military raids of households, and the night thieves made the area dangerous for unprotected women and children. Anoina knew that people were walking her land, and did not discourage Gary's chivalry. She knew that she was protected by O Jahovia, but she also knew that He sent His Own to protect her as well. She would be able to maintain the homestead until Martin's return, and greatly appreciated Gary's hospitality.

September was a new life for Gary. As the swells started rolling into Hookipa, he found himself daily at the beach instead of wrapped up in the anxiety of business. He was no longer alone, always in the company of his dear friends. Anoina was able to harvest two pounds of buds from her many stunts, without any losses except for her seed stock. Because those plants were unmanicured, the four feet high bushes were visible to the night thieves. She was upset that Chula's donation to her refuge was gone, but then she found a branch of the female plant in her driveway, apparently lopped off by a car door. She was glad she was in Makawao at night as she was glad Chula's strain lived in the branch left behind. She praised the workings of O Jahovia, and asked Him from the depths of her heart for the ability to give Jah Love, to repay the love He always shows her.

She went to the post office on her way back to Makawao and received two uplifting letters. She opened up the letter from Robert Dunphey first, reading his request for her, Martin and David to do some studio work. She thought of Gary's insistance on them playing together again. She thought of the Kaaawaqs, who she saw less frequently, and she sighed deeply as she drove to Baldwin Park to read the letter from Martin. She got high and she and Kuhiop walked almost to Spreklesville on the park limits before she sat to read his words. He has been away from the refuge for almost five weeks and she was mildlky anxious on reading his letter.

"My dear refuge, Babylon is frinished with me. Whatever is left of my leg is sufficiently healed and my schooling on bootwalking is sufficient. I will be returning to you next Saturday at 1 PM. I cannot writre about the separation I have felt, nor can I write about the dream that broke the spell of darkness right before I left. But I do write of the joy I feel at the reunification we will have. The anguish of separation sweetens the nectar of joining. We will have to celebrate Jah's love in a special way when we become one again. Aloha Pumehana, my life Kuhio and my dearest Anoina. One God, One Love, Praise Him. Martin." Warm tears of joy washed the lonliness from the heart of Mata Anoina, and Kuhio, although so young, felt a new security.

While Anoina excitedly spread the great news at Makawao that evening, a frightened indigenous Peruvian was desperately running away from government troops looking for Shining Path guerillas. Four thousand miles accross the sea, he left the dense rain forest and ran along the beach. As he reached an impassable lava flow from the Andes Mauntain Volcanoes, he prayed to the Creator for refuge. Noticing a wrecked piece of wood on the floe delivered from the crashing waves, he paddles the ancient surfboard around the floe to the security of the next valley. Michael Kaanakuhio's surfboard could not be found because the Will of the Creator had another use for it. Michael's Mission thus complete, an unknown security overcame Kewela as she shared the Joy of her friend.

Kewela was wanting to help Anoina prepare Huelo Point for Martin's homecoming, and they left early the next morning to do just that. Gary had business in Wailuku, arranging for construction of the future homestead in Keanae Valley and putting the Makawao Ranch on the market. Kewela spoke to Anoina, "Our love grows daily and we hope to someday enter marriage. Honor is now due our late loved ones, and Gary needs to start anew. His home has become a prison, but he sees the valley as the refuge supplied by God. He feels bu8rdened by his wealth, but he also sees the needs of the people. He is trying to funnel his donations in such a way that will go to the people. Hana Ohana uses most funds for political purposes, and Gary is more interested in alleviating the problems in the tenements and tent cities. I think he wants to start a foundation to continue the traditional ways, preserve the homesteads and carry out Michael's work. He has already donated ten acres in Hilo to create a truck farm for the residents of the projects to grow their own food. He is finally able to enjoy the wealth the Creator has allowed him to possess. I think he wants to do another benefit soon, and I am sure he will find a reason to do so. He asked me last night how to pray to God, and I told him to call His Name like Jah David recommends in his ancient poetry. Is there any secret to talking to God?"

Anoina, feeling unqualified to answer such an important question, humbly replied to her dear friend. "O Jahovia needs nothing because He is complete in Himself. When we choose to serve Him, we are actually serving our own best interests. The food we offer to Him becomes food for spiritual life after He glances on our sacrifice. We develop our love for Him, because His Love for us is already eternally fully developed. As we increase our attraction to Him, He accepts us as His Own. I have no need for dis baby, but when he cries 'Ano, Ano!' my heart melts in his favor. I shield him, I feed him, I give my life to him. O Jahovia is that way with us. He is self-sufficient and not needing dese residents of Babylon, but when He hears a voice from di fiyeh, crying 'O Jah, Krishna, Allah', His heart melts in the same way, like the mother for her child. The beauty of Jah Love is the reciprocation, the ongoing conversation and relationship between the Creator and His Created."

Thus receiving the gist of all world scriptures in one short statement, Kewela talked to God directly as she was accustomed to doing. But the prayers were not just her to God any more, for she knew Jah placed His Own in her presence to pronounce His Message. Although still seeing Anoina as a 28 year old Hawaiian woman with a small child, she also saqw the blazing fire of spiritual essence that she was able to share confidences with. She thought of Anoina's shaman, Mata Chula, and understood the baptism of Lord Jesus Christ. She said, "When Lord Jesus Christ approached his brother, John, for initiation, John was feeling unqualified. However, the Son of Man taught by His actions that children of Babylon must seek out one to point the way to Jah's refuge and how one must submit oneself to such shaman. This submission is not like the slavery demanded by demoniac missionaries. Submission comes in all forms, as friend, as parent, as child, as confidential mate. I have learned so much from you, Ano, and now I serve you by teaching those who Jah sends to me."

Anoina felt uncomfortable at hearing her praises, yet did nopt protest. Chula was the same way when Anoina called her Mata Shaman. She was grateful for the chance to spread the message of her teacher, and praised Jah for His Way of preserving the Nation of Israel. Off the wall, she laughed, "Not beeg boom from di sky for the multitudes on Sunday morning, but a small spark in di heart in one's darkest hour."

They stopped at Hookipa Beach at the sight of the waves. The first North Swell was hitting and no one was at the outside break. Only Michael and Martin were fool enough to go there, and no new candidates were available to accept their reins. Anoina had a strong urge to ride some inner breaks, so out she went. As Kewela was tending Koleka and Kuhio, the Kaaawa twins, Wendy and Alana, joined in the fun. Kaya and Kewela only met briefly at the Waikiki Shell, and exchanged pleasantries. As Anoina ripped through the waves, more surfers arrived to discuss, from the beach, their strategies for the outside break. Everyone was surprised to see the small figure of a body surfer drop into a twenty-foot high break on the outside reef. Anoina was engulfed by the wave, reappearing nopw and then as sections of the wave collapsed behind her. She stayed on the wave for the re-break and rode the foamy waters all the way to the sand. Everyone was staring at her in wonder as she casually walked up to greet Wendy, Alana, and Kaya. Kewela just said, "Nice wave, Ano."

October 1 was homecoming day for the repaired veteran, and Anoina was ecsatatic as she awoke. Kewela and Koleka went with Gary to the Big Island, and Aonina quickly went from Makawao to Huelo Point, to prepare for the arrival of their greatly missed martin. She knew he would like to get high and she prepared a great feast for his return. Huelo Point was serene again, as the harvest was complete by the arrival of the monsoon. She could think of no better conditions for his return than a torrential downpour reminiscent of their first reunion in Iao Valley, when the tired stranger limped to assist an unknown soul in distress.

All morning, she thought of that day almost two years ago, the day her new daqy began. "What possessed that man", she thought, "to help me. If my car had been running, I surely would have not stopped for him, even though he was drenched. As we rode out of the storm and got high at Maalaea, I just stared at him. I wasn't after a man, but I stared through him to the core of his heart. Then I found out that O Jahovia had actually sent him with Mata Chula. He was quiet then, too, couldn't even utter his own name to me." Then she placed her attention to the wonderful manifestation created by their reunification, Kuhio. He was also excited, almost knowing his refuge was returning also. Huelo was in a state of rebirth.

Anoina was filled with various emotiuons as she parked her wagon at the airport. She was thinking, "Was he going to hobble on crutches, roll out on a wheelchair? Will he be addicted to pain killers? How can I heal him?" Anticipation filled her as she awaited him. A tap on her shoulder from behind produced a shriek of joy as their eyes finally met again. Tears of joy covered their faces as they embraced to the dictates of their unity. They were going to their refuge together to Praise Him who made the cool fiyeh to ease their tribulations. They walked through the fiyeh but the fiyeh did not burn. It just lit the spark of Jah Love in their soul.

Martin, besides now being noticably a haole, looked fit and healthy. He had a more pronounced limp, but he walked much better since Anoina had met him. He was anxious to eat food first offered to O Jahovia, anxious for discussions of reality, anxious to spend serene times with his beloved Anoina and Kuhio, anxious to taste the herbal euphoria, and, after hearing of Anoina's wave Thursday morning, anxious to lose the leg and ride his favorite Hookipa break.

Anoina said, "I speak every day, and now I convey my heart to you. I no can talk. Please tell me all you know, don't hide from me any more." Martin was overwhelmed by her loving devotion and felt unqualified to recieve such love. So he gave Jah Love. "I relived a lot of war when in the VA. So many broken bodies. So many forgotten people. Though some may pity my plight, I didn't feel any problems of my own. I surf, I stay high, I associate freely with alii. Jah blows my foot off, lets me die and gives me rebirth. Why has He chosen a fool like me to be His Own. He gives me you to keep me strong. He gives me Kuhio to preserve my youth. He gives me friends like Gary, Kekela, Michael, Kewela, Koleka and the Kaaawas to prevent the soldiers of Babylon from misleading me. So many soldiers are left to rot but I get first-class leg and my pension doubled. I pray on beads, I bow my head, I see Him in His creation, but how can I pleaswe Him in proportion to how He pleases me. We both know His sense of humor, but His real perfection is how He shows us how to worship. Jesus did not preach Jesus, He preached Abbah, Jahovia, Eloha. But Jahovia has made the Messaiah the one to love. It is the true purpose of existance. Not a god without face on a throne casting infidels into fiyeh. But One True God neveh away from His Own, His Own neveh away from O Jahovia. I(n Zion, in Babylon, no mattah, they are always together. I sound too much like preacher mon, but if my Ano say 'speak', I speak."

"You smoke da kine, welcome back into my heart," Anoina replied, handing him a custom filtered joint she had prepared. She was praising O jahovia for the nectar filling her ears from her silent Martin.

Martin continued, "Before I left you, I had a very serious teaching from Kekela in a dream. He told me of the way of life. He showed me my birth, my youth, and my present maturity. He showed me my future aging, my inability to maintain my physical well-being, and finally my death. He taught me that in all six stages, the One God is by my side as guide and refuge. I awoke free from desire to hold on to the temporary world. We have the blessing of our birth, our youth, and our procreation, now we are free to accept as blessing our aging, our dwindling, and our leaving as equal gifts of Creation. It is easy in the bud of youthful exuberance to praise Him for His gifts, but the test of Reciprocal Love is in seeing that He is there to take us to His Kingdom when our work here is done. I accepted gangrine and death as His gift, and He healed me. I saw the frailties of my brother soldiers at the VA, but I saw no deficiency in myself. The future is ours if we accept Jah's Will as our own. Like you and I, we live as one, Jah and His Own live as one, through benediction, through presecution and tribulation, through happiness and distress, we can always call His Names, One God, One Love, Praise Him.

Anoina responded as her shaman Mata Chula always did, "Don't worry, bout a thing, cause every little thing gonna be alright." They were very happy to be with each other again, and stopped at Hookipa to see the decaying huge waves in the afternoon monsoon. A wonderful squall led them to the muddy driveway to their refuge at Huelo Point.

Jatayu

Kipu'ka (invocation, Ch 1)