Tag: spirituality

  • A Hawai’ian Creation Story

    Story interpreted by Melodie Miller | Designer | Illustrator

    In the beginning there was Po, the all-powerful Volcano.

    And, Keawe, the flaming spirit of the Volcano.  

    Surrounded by an abyss of empty darkness, together, they were alone.

    One day Keawe, speaking his mind said, “Po, it is not good that I am so alone.”

    “But we have always been alone together. It has always been our way. We are all powerful. We do not need another.” Po responded.

    The Flames of Many Voices living inside Volcano echoed Po’s warning, speaking with crackling and slapping flames, “Yes, Yes, Yes. It has always been our way, way, way. We are all powerful, powerful, powerful. We do not need another, another, another.”

    “But Po, I have no one to love.” Keawe said.

    “Keawe, what is this word you say, Love?” Po asked.

    “What is this word Love? What is this word Love? What is this word Love, Love Love?” the Flames echoed with the innocence of Many Voices, pushing and pulling at the walls of the Volcano.

    Time passed.

    Po did not want Keawe to be lonely, so he created Na Wahine for him to love.

    “Keawe, I am Na Wahine. I have been waiting, alone for a long time, inside your heart. I am here now to share your love.” she said.

    “Why did you not come sooner?” Keawe asked?

    “Because you did not call for me.” she answered.

    Looking down upon Keawe and Na Wahine, Po said, “Together you will rule. And, it is good.”

    Then with a rumbling of the Volcano, Po commanded, “From your love, bring forth life to help you govern the heavens and the earth; bring forth beauty and all things will be good.”

    Through Na Wahine, Keawe brought forth four sons.

    The first son was Kane, the god of the sky and all that it is.

    The second son was Ku, the god of war and peace; and Kanaloa, the god of all things in and of the ocean;.

    The third son was Kanaloa, the god of all things in and of the ocean.

    The fourth son was Lono the god of the land and that which it brings forth, the harvest and its bounty.

    Along the walls of the Volcano the envious Flames of Many Voices became angry and agitate. The Flames of Many voices felt alone because Keawe was not alone.

    “Call for me. Call for me. Call for me,” the Flames of Many Voices echoed.

    But Keawa did not answer.

    Time passed.

    “Four daughters will be yours,” Po said.

    Your first-born daughter, Laka, will bring the hula, the language of the heart.” Po said. “Laka will keep the story; abide by her words.”

    “Your second daughter Hina will give you sanctuary from danger, stand on her as a rock when in need.”

    “Your third daugher, hot tempered Kapo will govern furiously with her brother Kanaloa. Be remembered by Kapo when you are hungry and lost, she will feed you and lead you home.”

    The fourth daughter, Papa, “will rule all of nature with beauty beyond words. Anyone who looks upon her, even in her rage, will feel her power.” Po said.

    Papas natural beauty will overpower the gazers senses, and none will find the strength to resist her.

    “Once the beauty of Papa is gazed upon, she will enchant their heart forever,” Po said.

    The Flames of Many Voices gazed upon Papa and were stricken with love for her natural beauty, which was beyond challenge, thus they were lonely no more, They were enchanted.

    To this day, anyone who looks upon the nature of Papa and the beauty of the Islands, will not have the strength to resist her love. Hawai’i will live in their hearts for eternity.  

    This is the creation story of the enchanting lands of Hawai’i, her captivating love and irresistible beauty.