Hawaiian Heart: The Soul Warrior's Journey

By Duke and Nancy Kell

After more than 200 interviews of Big Island elders and spiritual practitioners as well as teaching for 3 years at the local middle school, the Kell's created a fiction novel wrapped around the unique modern mythology of this magical place. Reynolds Nahoku Kamakawii'ole, and Ha'Makua Ke'e'aimoku (Melvin G.) Mason, gave up countless hours to help shape and mold both of authors' understanding of the local culture and it's history.

Editorial Reviews

"Unfasten your seatbelt when you read this one. Hawaiian Heart is a very interesting book that involves time travel and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Duke and Nancy Kell have created good medicine indeed." HANK WESSELMAN, PhD, anthropologist and author of , The Bowl of Light, The Spiritwalker Trilogy & Awakening to the Spirit World.

"A new and interesting take on Hawai'i and tradition. This book is a compelling read showing anybody can be a hero and that love and aloha conquer all."
Olivia Maigret, Writer, Artist.

"This book is good reading, especially in the islands. You touch on current issues, typical local attitudes, time and shape shifting and other popular planetary concerns, and obviously, native land and survival. Considerable research is apparent and objectively presented."
Jozuf Hadley, Author, Poet, Artist.

"Very nicely done! Your combination of using history, spirituality, imagination & action is a recipe for good reading, educational fun and motivation for further exploration of the wondrous world in which we (now) occupy."
Tommy Holeman, Activist

"Thrilling, magical, with a powerful hidden message. A must read."
Diane E. Zander, Author of Intuitive Adventures

Amazing Journey
By S. Smith Shoemaker on February 20, 2014
Format: Paperback
I recently devoured this book while visiting my son on the Big Island. I have not been so caught up in a book since reading Dan Browns novels. This book is a great way to get a glimpse of local island culture and history intertwined with many spiritually evolved seeds of consciousness and an edge of your seat story of heroic proportions. The author's other books are fantastic and important to our current times as well.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Two Two Productions
• Release date: May 26, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310662171

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Praise for Hawaiian Heart

"A new and interesting take on Hawai‘i and tradition.  This book is a compelling read showing anybody can be a hero and that love and aloha conquer all."

Olivia Maigret, Writer, Artist.

"This book is good reading, especially in the islands.  You touch on current issues, typical local attitudes, time and shape shifting and other popular planetary concerns, and obviously, native land and survival.  Considerable research is apparent and objectively presented."

Jozuf Hadley, Author, Poet, Artist.

"Very nicely done!  Your combination of using history, spirituality, imagination & action is a recipe for good reading, educational fun and motivation for further exploration of the wondrous world in which we (now) occupy."

Tommy Holeman, Activist

"Thrilling, magical, with a powerful hidden message.  A must read."

Diane E. Zander, Author of Intuitive Adventures

"I've found this story not only interesting; but informative on Hawaiian culture, science, legalities and a twist of spirituality.  I find Hawaiian Heart quite readable with that intrigue of what happens next?"

John McKnight, Author of A Journey Before You

HAWAIIAN HEART

The Soul Warrior's Journey

Duke and Nancy Kell

Copyright © 2012 by Duke and Nancy Kell

This book is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

This book is an original creation by a Native American artist.  Duke Kell is a member of Citizen Potawatomi Nation, Tribal ID number 89RD101025.

Two Ton Productions

Kona, Hawai‘i, USA

www.twotonproductions.com

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For Our Students

Acknowledgments

We would like to begin by thanking the more than two hundred Big Island residents, who during our four years of total emersion put up with our endless questions.  The hours spent talking story about the island and Hawaiian mysticism were priceless.  We would also like to thank Mike Olson and Nick Wainwright, both of whom have created works of art that served as great inspiration for the story.  We would like to acknowledge, editor Betsy Morrigan, as well as, the 6 English teachers and 7 fact checkers who helped shape this story.  Finally, we would be amiss if we did not thank our family, friends and students, who continue to inspire us daily.

Table of Contents

Copyright, Acknowledgments, About the Authors

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2-3

Chapter 4-6

Chapter 7-11

Chapter 12-19

Chapter 20-32

Chapter 33-53

Chapter 54

Chapter 55-56

Chapter 57-60

Chapter 61-66

Hawaiian & Pidgin Dictionary

Hawaiian Chants

Works Cited

Chapter 1

South Kona, Big Island, Hawai‘i - 2013

Makoa and Kaleo could hear the dogs barking further up the hill.  A squeal deafened the snarls and they knew the dogs caught a pig.  Makoa's dark brown skin was a stark contrast to his electric smile of pearly white teeth.  He led, as they sprinted through the lush ‘ōhi‘a forest.  The abundant Hawaiian flowers overwhelmed the senses.  Each step of the sprint had to be carefully calculated or they could easily step into a hole, causing the lower leg to shatter.  The boys had grown up here, so running through the forest was fluid and natural.  The trees began to blur as the hunters weaved their way through dangling liliko‘i vines, moving toward the piercing squeals that grated their ears.  Suddenly, Makoa stopped and Kaleo ran right into the back of his best friend.

Ho, brah, watchu no like watch where you go?

Whateva, why you stop?

The silence in the background was something that surprised Makoa.  Try listen.

No hear nottin. 

Makoa rolled his eyes and slugged Kaleo in the shoulder.  Zactly brah, no squeal, no bark.

Maybe da pig get free.

Dat’s no reason for hear no dogs.

Kaleo grinned and said, What, ya scared?

Makoa gave Kaleo a cold stare but refrained from answering.  He turned and took off in the direction they had last heard the dogs.  Kaleo followed along closely.  After a couple hundred yards of running up hill, they came to a clearing and both stopped abruptly.  All of the dogs were circling around a massive dirt mound, with a rectangular structure that looked like metal protruding out of the top. 

Kaleo asked, You see one pig? 

No!  What's wrong wit you dogs?  Where da pig? he asked as if the dogs might answer. 

Kaleo walked toward the mound.  His stature and muscle mass didn't compare to Makoa's, but his gumption was apparent in his stride.  Behind his crooked smile and deadly stare, lay a feisty feral cat ready to battle.  You eva seen dogs just stop in da middle of da hunt?

Makoa walked over and started to inspect the dogs.  He grabbed each one and checked it for wounds and blood, but there was nothing.  Dat's strange.  Dere's nottin.  No blood, no cuts, after the squeals we heard.  Shoots!  Fo sure dere be something and why dey stop?

Kaleo didn't answer.  He was staring intently at something resting on the crest of the metal structure.

What gives, brah? Makoa asked. 

Kaleo, again didn't answer.  Instead he quickly scaled the mound and started to pull on the object that was embedded in the metal formation. 

Makoa jumped up and joined his friend.  Whatcha doin dere?

Looks like one fishin hook stuck in dis ting.

Kaleo pulled and yanked with all his strength, but it wouldn’t budge.  Makoa eagerly awaited his turn, and knew that it was only a matter of time before Kaleo would tire.  After nearly two minutes of pulling, grunting, and panting, Kaleo collapsed to the ground, turned to Makoa and said, Get a rock, we'll break her free. 

Makoa jumped down from the mound.  His compact muscular figure absorbed the shock and he found a large lava rock to get the job done.  His deep brown eyes were fixed on the hook.  As he reached the top he raised the rock above his head, preparing to smash the hook free.  Kaleo jumped and held up his hands to stop him.

Brah, what if you break da hook?  Here try like dis. 

They walked around the other side where the object had a large exposed area.  Kaleo pointed.

Try right here. 

Makoa lifted the stone and slammed it into the object.  The lava rock shattered into little pieces like a piñata at a birthday party.  Makoa’s jaw dropped and he looked at Kaleo.

You eva seen anyting dat strong?

No, not eva.

Makoa reached down and touched the hook.  How long you tink dis hook been here?

Kaleo looked off the mound toward the ocean, I tink we bout 2,200 feet up here.  So someone must brought it here.

Makoa pushed on the hook and it budged slightly.  Kaleo jumped in the air.  Brah it moved. 

Makoa grabbed the end of the hook and pulled.  The hook released without any resistance.  A bright white light shot out of the void where the hook had been.  The two boys stood with their jaws open, shocked at what they were seeing.  Neither one could utter a word as they both looked up at the light that shined into the upper levels of the atmosphere.  Makoa quickly placed the hook back into the hole, shutting down the light.  Kaleo looked at Makoa and angrily asked, Whatcha doin brah?

Makoa, a little shaken, said, We don't know what dat was.  Brah, I tink dat light is some kine military beacon.  You want dem come bomb us?

Kaleo shook his head and sighed as he reached for the hook.  He grabbed it and pulled, but something strange happened.  The hook wouldn’t budge.  Again and again he pulled, but nothing happened.  The hook just wouldn't budge.  The dogs began to growl and bark at Kaleo as if he was stealing meat from their bowl.  He looked at Makoa and asked, How’d you get dis hook come free?

Makoa shrugged his shoulders.  I don't know.  I just pulled it and it came out.

Kaleo stepped back and said, Here, try pull.

Makoa, not one to back away from a challenge, reached down and grabbed the hook.  Again, it slid right out, exposing the blinding light once more.  He quickly placed the hook back into the hole and turned to Kaleo, saying, Come on brah, we gotta go.

Kaleo, not wanting to leave his newly found treasure, refused to descend the mound.  Brah, I'm not gonna just leave it here.

Makoa looked up at the sky, saying, Brah, it's already gettin dark.  We need find out what it is and come back later.  Plus, you know we’re gonna get lickins if we don't get home before dinner.  We got school tomorrow.

Kaleo came to his senses and began climbing down. 

Chapter 2

Pacific Ocean - 500 AD

The sound of water lapped against the canoe like a drum echoing across the sea.  The smell of salt air swirled around the twenty man crew as they paddled the double hulled vessel over a ten foot swell.  Each man was paddling in unison, following the navigation of the wayfinder.  The crab claw sail had not been deployed as they paddled into the wind.  Holding onto t he mast in the middle of the canoe was a statuesque man with a beaming smile and a square jaw.  His muscles glistened in the sun as water from the sea splashed across his body.  The wayfinder looked back at him from the front of the canoe and waved his hand without saying a word.  The enormous man reached down and grabbed a cord off the platform he was standing on.  He unraveled a bone fishing hook half the size of his hand and placed a small fish on it.  Then he whirled around and threw the cord with baited hook into the sea. 

Within seconds, a monstrous marlin was flopping on the end of his line.  The fisherman slowly and deliberately pulled the fish in, hand over hand.  It jumped and thrashed, then jumped again, but it was no match for man's ingenuity.  With each pull, a small boy would lash the rope around a pole that assured the fish couldn't get any farther away.  It jumped and pulled the canoe for miles as the man slowly inched closer.  As the fish drew near, it completely lost its fight.  Then two men from opposite canoes speared the mighty beast before it could spring back to life.  At the same time, another two men lassoed both ends of the fish, securing it to the hull.  Every man on the canoe began to chant, "Māui, Māui, Māui."  The man raised his hands and bowed in acknowledgement of their praise, then pointed back in the direction of an island.  They all cheered as the crab claw sail opened and filled with air, ushering them back toward home.

Māui________________________________________________

Māui is a demigod found throughout Polynesia.  Stories of Māui are found predominantly in New Zealand, Tahiti and Hawai‘i.  Although they vary, all the stories have one element in common; Māui’s sacred fish hook (Manaiakalani).  His hook was considered to be magical and is credited with many amazing feats.  In Hawai‘i they believe that Māui fished the islands up from the bottom of the sea and then tried to pull them together using his hook.

Wayfinding___________________________________________

Wayfinding is the art of navigating the open ocean without any instruments other than the sun, stars, ocean patterns and other signs of nature.  Wayfinding was used for voyaging for thousands of years before the invention of modern navigational equipment.  There are three components to wayfinding; setting a course, trying to hold the course and finding land after reaching the vicinity of the destination.  During the late 1970’s, a resurgence in wayfinding occurred when the Hokule‘a sailed from Hawai‘i to Tahiti using only wayfinding guided by the skills of master navigator Mau Piailug.  The Hokule‘a continues to sail today in the hopes of educating people about wayfinding.

Chapter 3

Captain Cook, Big Island - 2013

The alarm went off for the third time and Makoa's mom yelled, "Hey, lo‘lo‘ boy, you late fo school, you get lickins."

Makoa rolled over and hit the off button, groaned and lifted himself up to a sitting position.  Like an old friend, the stench of sweat welcomed him back to his room.  He jumped out of bed and stumbled as he put on his shorts and shirt, then he nearly fell over before catching himself on the dresser.  Expecting to find him still in bed, his sister barged into the room nearly running into him, Ah, you up.

Yeah, what you no tink I hear Mom?

You got ten minutes to eat or you’re gonna get left.

Makoa pushed her aside, tossed a couple pieces of clothing out of the way, and walked out of his room. 

As he entered the kitchen, his mom was occupying a familiar position, sitting at the head of the table reading the local newspaper.  Makoa sat down and started shoveling in his breakfast, an egg, some fried Spam, and a scoop of rice.  Between bites, he glanced up at his mom's open newspaper.  On the front page he saw a shocking headline:

'MYSTERIOUS LIGHT DRAWS FBI TO THE

BIG ISLAND!'

Ho, Mom, you read dat one on da light?

Yeah, some light was picked up from our island last night by a satellite.  Apparently it's some kind of dangerous laser, and they're urging anyone with information to contact law enforcement.

Makoa, still eating thought to himself, Maybe it's the light from our hook, na, no can. 

His mom interrupted his thoughts with, Why?  You neva ask bout da paper. 

Oh... no reason just caught my eye, that's all.

Right then, Makoa's sister came through the kitchen.  She didn't look at her mom or her brother.  She grabbed her backpack and walked out the door yelling, You comin?

Makoa didn't hesitate.  He took one last bite, grabbed his backpack, leaned over and kissed his mother on the side of her forehead, Alright Mom, I love you.

Have a good day at school.

Makoa burst out of the door as the horn on his sister’s car blared.  He knew she would leave him if he didn't hurry up. 

Chapter 4

Kona High School, Big Island - 2013

Kaleo walked into his second period class at Kona High School.  As he passed the first two rows of seats, a number of kids said hello with the normal nod or roll of the eyes.  He sat down in his usual seat ready to be bored to death by his English teacher.  Luckily, he'd been able to skate through class with a smart wit and a smile, but surviving another book based on a female coming of age might push his seventy percent off the passing ledge and into the abyss of failure.  The lessons moved slowly and painfully like a slug caught in the sun.  Even though he enjoyed reading, the majority of the books the teacher picked had no relevance to his life.  Growing up on the Big Island, Kaleo enjoyed reading about hunting, fishing and surfing, the things he liked to do.

Kona was a small rural community, with very few opportunities.  To complicate matters, he discovered that when teachers asked for opinions, what they really wanted was the regurgitation of their own ideas.  This led to distaste for most of his teachers.  Their condescending attitude toward his way of life and culture made the already torturous task of school much worse.  To Kaleo's family, fishing and hunting were not just hobbies; they were ways to make a living.  Most of their meals were made from what they caught but couldn’t sell.  He had gone on his first hunt before he could walk, and was catching fish twice his size by the time he was five.  Although he understood why his teachers wanted him to go to college, he had no desire to do so.  Every one of his family members who earned an education had to leave home in order to work in their career fields.  To him, nothing was more important than living like his ancestors.

His teacher started class by asking the students to open their newest book, Where the Lilies Bloom.  Kaleo and numerous other students placed their smart phones inside the books, allowing them to text each other.  The school had a strict policy on cell phones, but that rarely stopped students from their favorite mode of communication.  Within seconds, Kaleo received his first text from Makoa, Brah u c da paper?

Kaleo quickly texted back, Na.

Da feds comin cause saw da light.  Say it dangerous.

How u know da same light?  I touched it, didn't hurt me.

Brah she’s walking.

The teacher started walking around the class and half the students abruptly hid their phones, resuming the familiar position of pretending to pay attention.  The few top students continued to feed the teacher's ego.  When the teacher turned and walked back to the front of the room, the texting continued.  Kaleo sent a message back to Makoa, I had 1 mean dream last night I tell u mo later.

Good idea, Miss looks angry.

Chapter 5

Kona High School, Big Island - 2013

The smell of the cafeteria food attacked the senses like the sour smell of sulfur from an old gold mine.  Rows of long tables with attached benches helped maintain order in the small country school.  Students wearing slippers (flip-flops) and boardshorts quietly waited in line.  Fresno Salazar and May Olivier sat eating their school lunches in the same seats they had been sitting in since the sixth grade.  Fresno's full figure and olive skin were hidden behind curtains of clothing, long dark hair and square glasses.  No one had ever noticed her hazel eyes or her pouty lips, but why would they?  She didn't fit the normal model in Kona.  She was number one in her class in every subject despite being an immigrant from Mexico.  Her parents were strict and always pushed her to do her best. 

May's powerhouse body was shoved into a small package.  Her dainty stature and flawless features hid a lion's heart and a snappy wit.  Under her stringy hair and dark rimmed glasses, her blue eyes scanned the