This Hawaiian saying expresses the animistic sense of stone that has long enriched their culture. More than any other Polynesian sub-culture, to my knowledge, the Hawaiians have built upon their perception of stone. Their shrines, called heiau, were often built upon a sacred foundation of stones; first, the sacred area was fenced about with a dry stone retaining wall, then the interior was gradually filled in with smaller stones, compacted and finished off with a carefully laid top dressing, again of stones. Thus, a raised platform of stone separated the shrine buildings from the mundane earth; the buildings of the heiau, built of perishable materials like wood and grass, stood atop a plinth whose nature was spiritually volatile, both of the earth and beyond it. The stone platform served as the axis or mediator between Earth and the spirit world. Today, the buildings of this largely pre-Westernisation religion have decayed, leaving only the scattered stone remains, some of which are as large as a football field.
Kukaniloko today is an isolated spot on a crest of land near Wahiawa on Oahu Island. Approaching it, the site of the Royal Birthing Stones is instantly conspicuous as a stand of tall pines on the skyline; the earth mysteries enthusiast, upon seeing this prospect, cannot fail to recall Alfred Watkins' association of pines with ley markers. A track leads through pineapple fields to an approximately circular area dotted with stones of various shapes and sizes. Many have carvings incised upon their surface; some are cup-marks, others geometric designs and others representational pictographs.
However, that was not the end of journeying for the Wahiawa pair. In 1925, they were included in a rededication ceremony at the Birthing Stones, and around the same time began to feature in a number of reports of inexplicable cures. The stones became a centre of pilgrimage, with the taller of the two receiving most attention for its healing power. Finding the site, with its new-found popularity, hard to maintain, the Daughters of Hawaii decided to remove the stones - one story has it that the taller stone broke into pieces when excavation began, but was reconstituted with cement, although that was not evident when I saw it. The stones were taken to a cemetery in Wahiawa and became even more popular; the smaller stone even developed a reputation of having special healing powers for women and toddlers. People came from miles to visit them; stalls selling leis, the flower garlands of Hawaii, sprang up, there would be prayers spoken, and offerings left - apparently up to a thousand dollars a month in 1927! The popularity of the site declined in the curfews and rationing of the Second World War; the cemetery became the site of a suburban housing development, and in 1948 the stones were given the protection of their little hut. I had a hard time in 1988 finding residents who knew of and could direct me to the stones, but when I finally located them, they obviously had lost none of their accredited power to speak to the unconscious and work beneficially upon the human body. In this case, indeed, the 'energy', if I may call it that, is evidently part of the stones themselves and not consequent upon the place where they are found.
Honolulu's famous Waikiki Beach, with its hotels, cafes and other touristy detritus catering largely for Japanese tourists and honeymoon couples, is not the most obvious place to seek out sacred stones. Yet one can find the four large stones named Kapaemahu, Kahaloa, Kapuni and Kinohi nestling in a stand of palm trees (which seem to bend away from the stones) on the sand. They are said to contain the spirits of four wizards, or kahuna, who came to the island from Tahiti at some point before the 16th century.
and general posture, a wizard or magical guardian. A path led away from the stone, and some way along this path I found myself entering the atmosphere of a sacred place; Soon after I came upon the ruins of a severely overgrown heiau, with its stone platform and several large stones, all enclosed with stone walls. On the largest of these stones I seemed to see a face, uncouth and slightly bestial, with small eyes, a protruding nose or snout and a wrinkled expression. The predominant vegetation was the ti plant, whose leaves are still used in folk rites and are left, wrapped around a stone, as offerings on sacred stones all around the islands. The atmosphere affected me very strongly, and I spent some time there meditating, making what I hoped would be accepted as friendly contact with the spirits of the place, and also asking for permission to take photographs. I noted that I didn't feel I received unequivocal permission for the photographs, but - as I hadn't received an unequivocal refusal either - I took some anyway. It had been a wet and gloomy day, and while I was at the heiau the rain started to fall heavily, crashing on the forest canopy above till it poured through on to the undergrowth, on to myself; to add to the violence of the rain, a strong wind blew up and steadily increased as I left the shrine and made my way back through the sodden forest. A river rushed noisily along beside the path; the torrential rain on the forest added to that tumult, so that I seemed to be walking within the sound of water itself. I stopped to rest and shelter beneath a large spreading tree beside the river; a rock in mid-stream poked out of the waters, and as I looked at it I saw the same rough face, looking towards me, that I had seen on the large stone in the heiau. Although I stayed there some time, the impression of the face did not go away.
The rain and wind continued as I walked back down the valley, nearly getting run down at one point when the weather obscured the vision of both myself and an oncoming car driver. However, in the nature of Hawaiian weather, things eased off towards the foot of the mountains, and at the edge of Wailuku town I came across the Bailey House local history museum. I was in for more surprises - a small boulder laid on a windowsill 'looked' at me with the same face as I had seen on the stones in the mountains! Beside it was a notice, which I took at first to relate to this stone; as it happens, it related to a wooden image which was actually on the other side of the stone, two exhibits away from the notice, but the information it gave rang a little too true to me for coincidence. It described the god Kamapua'a, a half-man, half-pig figure who is one one of the aspects of the wider Polynesian deity, Lono (known elsewhere in Polynesia as Rongo, meaning 'sound'). Lono is a deity of agriculture and fertility, and also of wind, rain and dark rain clouds. Among his attributes are the sound of wind, rain and sea (and, perhaps, rushing rivers?). Kamapua'a himself is credited with creating valleys and opening springs as he roots around with his pig snout. Illustrations show various petroglyphs found on Hawaiian stones.
Notes
1. Towards the end of my stay in Hawaii, I came across a booklet entitled Pohaku - Hawaiian Stones, by Jane Gutmanis, published by the Polynesian Cultural Centre in their Pamphlets Polynesia series. This slim volume corroborated my impressions of the stones and heiau I visited, and has also provided most of the background material used in this article. J.D. Bisignani's Hawaii Handbook (Moon Pub., Chico, Calif., 1989) offered some useful snippets and an even more useful bibliography, which led me to Martha Beckwith's Hawaiian Mythology (Univ. Hawaii, 1970) and Patrick Kirch's review of Hawaiian archaeology, Feathered Gods & Fishhooks (Univ. Hawaii, 1985)
| Lono and Northern England |
| Curiously, Lono, the Hawaiian god of clouds, harvest and rain, has a connection with northern England! Alas, although Cook was known for being relatively respectful to the cultures that he visited, he and his crew, through ignorance of local customs and taboo, soon overstayed their welcome, and the Hawaiians realised their misunderstanding. On February 4, the Discovery left, but after a week of violent weather and sea conditions, the foremast was broken - Cook sailed back into Kealakekua Bay on February 13th to encounter violent hostility, and in the ensuing fracas was beaten and hacked to death in the surf of Lono's sacred bay. |