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Nā Puke Wehewehe ʻŌlelo Hawaiʻi

kahuna

1. Priest, sorcerer, magician, wizard, minister, expert in any profession (whether male or female); in the 1845 laws doctors, surgeons, and dentists were called kahuna. See kahu and many examples below; for plural see kāhuna. hoʻo.kahuna To cause to be a kahuna or pretend to be one; to ordain or train as a kahuna. (PPN tufunga, PCP t(a, o)funga.)

2. Oven cooking; to cook. Cf. kahu 2.

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The immediate intuitive response to the dream this morning was to take me back in time to when I was researching aspects of shamanism and Kahuna or Polynesian shamanism in particular. The cosmology and ordering of states of awareness therein, at the time, seemed the most fitting for me as a then practicing scientist.

Their notion of flow was related to unperturbed Dao. The aim was for harmony and being in tune. Discordance with the universe being largely of human anthropogenic cause. At the time I considered a visit to Maui. I was then, rune by rune, making my personal slate rune set. These I carved with a jeweller’s screwdriver and polished with sand paper. These are now buried somewhere and maybe an archaeologist may unearth them one day. The slate will be old which may confuse.

This link to the indigenous has been around for a long time. I personally met Aborigines, Bantu, Pygmy and Maasai. I felt an affinity with Māori. In a sense I am part indigenous too, from the lands around the East of Snowdon. The blood is perhaps old and my granny was a witch, so to speak. It seemed entirely natural to me, despite the high resolution laser spectroscopy, to look in to the craft and shamanism. In the wee small hours things are not so concrete and lit by western fluorescent tube thought. Things are candlelit and more evanescent, much less garish cold and hard. Adamant rigidity fades and softens.

Anger bitterness and jealousy are not natural things; they are not Dao. They are of human source and hint at the dark underbelly of mankind’s miserable dissatisfaction and hunger. They hint at the voracious insatiable nature of some of us. Those who never get to understand the word enough.

I had early exposure to the tropical coast off North Eastern Queensland. I nearly drowned at Crystal Cascades and was tumbled in the surf on the then pristine coast. Back then I was all water. I swam a lot. I learned to swim thanks to an Olympic swimming coach from Mt Isa, William {Bill} Sweetenham who went on to be National Performance Director for British Swimming.

The tropics then have etched me a little.

The things is nobody knows what lies underneath the shell. What may lurk there perhaps unexpected. We may feel justified in projecting our anger and bile at another, we may not consider we are dealing with something about which we know little. There may be subjective unseen consequences to which we are not acclimatised and with which we are unfamiliar. What we unleash in a fit of pique may return to us in ways unexpected and with effects unanticipated. We may not be able to explain the resultant phenomena.

If as kahuna one has built a protective shell, a reflective cocoon, then things bounce off. Return to sender. Few who dabble understand that malevolence always has a cost to the emanator thereof.

The trouble is that people indulge in their anger, their bitterness and petty jealousies. These can like a cancer metastasise in beingness.

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Holding on to anger is like holding on to a hot coal and expecting someone else to get burned...

As the saying goes…