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In Hawaiian culture kahunas are masters of their craft. For some, that craft was magic. We have heard the stories of their greatness, but where did they go? What happened to their knowledge? Finally, we have real answers to that and some of the other mysteries of this amazing island nation that is really a microcosm of the world. 

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  1. Jeremy & Carol
    I really

    Jeremy & Carol
    I really enjoyed the program. I am looking forward to hearing your interview with Willy.
    I want to comment on what Carol said when you ask her how all this had affected her. She said she was just trying to listen and understand and that she didn’t know of any change. I liken that to what the Bible says in Proverbs 4:7 about getting wisdom (knowledge) and getting understanding like the two don’t necessarily come at the same time. The understanding may be different depending on what your needs are or what stage of life progression you are in. When you are little your loving mother warns you not to play with fire or you will get burned. At that stage in your life you may not know what getting burned means. I venture to guess people gain this understanding when they eventually get burned. At one stage in my life I used to read the bible daily and do studies on the different topics. I was gleaning the wisdom through my eyes, sometimes if I read out loud, through my eyes and ears. The point is in all this reading the understanding of what it would mean for me did not come till later. But, because I listened and paid attention the understanding of the wisdom I would need in a certain circumstance would come to me at the time I needed it.
    I think that’s what Willy’s message is about the different families have different stories to pass down. When you seek wisdom you shall find it even if at the time you don’t realize it.
    It was a good Valentine’s Day!
    PS You deserve each other because there you are.

  2. There was a lot to ponder on
    There was a lot to ponder on this program. When it comes to ‘stories’, they can truly be all over the place, even within the confines of family. My sister and I have discussed our childhood and our different perspective and stories of how the dynamics played out until we both left home as adults.

    Carol, thanks for the story of your mother! We would all do well to learn the stories of our families, their trials and tribulations, and how they came to be the way that they are today. I am fortunate in that I know enough about my family, going back several generations, to understand so much of both the good and bad of the how and why of my family as it is today. Just one part of my tree, my mother’s father’s family is a case in point. The first ancestor on that branch of the tree made his way to Texas from Tennessee via a Mexican land grant in 1834, and helped to establish a town that now is mainly submerged under Toledo Bend Reservoir. While not wealthy, he was well respected, had fought at the Battle of New Orleans—and along with his children, owned slaves. During the Civil War, 5 of those sons died fighting for the Confederacy. By the end of the war, that branch of the family tree had lost everything, and for generations lived in poverty. That lasted up to, and including, my grandfather and mother. By the depression, my mother and her family at one point were so poor that they lived in a renovated chicken house, and a meal of fried bologna was considered a ‘treat.’ By the end of WWII, my grandfather had finally secured good employment (in the oil industry) and the family’s fortunes gradually began to change. Unfortunately, the scars going back generations had not completely healed, and that included a feeling of bitterness and never having enough, and an actual disdain for those more ‘fortunate’, mixed with racism. My sister and I grew up receiving mixed signals from my mother and father, and while we weren’t destitute, we were close to it at times, but somehow, my sister and I turned out totally different from the rest of the family, including my cousins. So, what molded us and made us different? I would have to say it was my dad. While he ‘got’ Archie Bunker and was known to make racist comments within the family, I never ever saw him treat anyone with anything but complete kindness, and it didn’t matter if you were white, black, or polka-dotted. He advocated for minorities at work, and never met a stranger. My sister and I are aware of it now, but then we did not realize that we were learning from a real pro in human relations, a decent man from a humble background who never joined a demonstration or carried a sign, but quietly and without fanfare taught us to be kind and loving human beings towards everything and everyone. When he married my mother she was only 17, and while she still carries some of her family’s bitterness from the past, she also learned from Daddy how to be an improved and more inclusive and loving human being. The family, all families, are works in progress, and our individual and family stories matter, and are part and parcel of the family of humankind.

    As for the Kahunas, they are still around and in the bloodlines of their families, and also hanging around the sacred grounds. Their lives ended, but their stories did not, and new stories are unfolding in their descendants, and if that isn’t magic, I don’t know what is…

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