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Chapter 9 No Fear

This Chapter is dedicated to my sister Lisa aka “YaYa”

Uncle Sam’s (POV)

My strength was depleted for a moment. Getting rid of this demon took more of my mental and physical abilities combined. No harm done though.. to me, at least.

Seeing my sluggish weakened state. Kanamu had called for his two eldest daughters Ro and Yaya to prepare a meal that was fit for a king. Two other girls had followed behind them, guessing to assist the two.

I could see the concerned look on his face. I wanted to laugh, but chose not to. A show of respect for both him and I.

I followed my worried nephew, rendered speechless at the moment. He stopped under the shady mango tree, I was relieved.

We were discussing the details of the blessing. He was truly intrigued with what I had disclosed. I assumed it wasn’t every day someone had to battle a demonic creature like I had.

The details seemed too gruesome to my nephew. He wasn’t built for news like this. But, he was a strong man himself. No doubt if push had come to shove... he’d know what to do the next time something like this should occur.

The daughter by the name of “Fanny” brought a pitcher of iced water and several glasses. Without hesitation the girl filled the glasses and handed one to me and then her father.

Her aura was a breath of fresh air. The exact cool brisk I was feeling now.

After a few moments... the fourth little girl Momi came to inform us that lunch was ready and waiting upstairs in the dining room.

With an outstretched hand towards me. I latched on and allowed my nephew to help my rustied limbs from the chair.

We entered to find the girls helping to bring out the dishes onto the table. The youngest of them all Uilani turned and positioned the plates to her liking. It was a cute gesture, that she found it amusing.

The table was filled with fried ahi strips, poi, lomi salmon, rice and sashimi. I was grateful for their hospitality. I knew they were grateful for my part of making their home demon free. A great victory for us all.

You could feel it too. The darkness had parted and there was a lightness to the house. Inside and Out. Calm and... Free from bondage setting.

“These young children could cook. They were very respectful.” I appreciated them even more. I said to no one in general. It was a quiet thought to myself.

Like ducklings following its mother. One by one they left us men in silence to enjoy our meal. While they took their meal in the kitchen. A separate table was set up for them and their brothers.

After a while...

“One of your daughters... she has the gift.” I started the conversation.

Ira carefully assessed me and gave me a nod of approval to speak up.

“I would like to talk to her personally... It is necessary for me to explain certain things to her.” I said, letting him know the importance of what I needed to clear up with the girl.

“Okay.” he agreed, before taking a spoonful of poi out from the bowl and eating it.

“I need to leave for a bit... you will take me.” I said, not meaning it as a question but rather a demand.

“Okay, Uncle... where ever you need to go I will take you.” he obediently replied.

There were some things I like to do after blessing someone’s house.

I needed to submerge myself under water for a bit. Waddle in the feel of weightlessness to regenerate the spiritual side of me.

Ira took me to the perfect spot to one of Keaukaha beaches named Leleiwi Park. Three stone brick pavilions sat on top of the grassy hill. A public spicket was next to a brick grill for barbecue to host an event. There was a public shower on a cement platform. The stone wall the length of the park area brimmed the outskirts of a 9-10 feet drop, that kept natural ocean waves to rise onto land. My favorite part was on the right hand side across from the small parking area. A small pond spread out about quarter of a mile in size. Crystal clear blue water I could stand in to cleanse my soul. The water was brackish and iced cold.

Strange... just on the other side where of the wall was the salt water ocean. How could this pond be different, that of the ever moving tides that was on the other side? One salt water that leaves you feeling sticky and dirty to fresh cold water that made you feel clean.


It wasn’t my job to justify God’s will. It just was...without question, that way.

When we drove back to the house. I placed myself back under the cool shade of the mango tree in front of the house. A place I found solace.

The children were coming back from bay front. Back from their canoe practice...

“Kanamu, this "hakaka", (hā‘-kă-kā’), To quarrel; to contend; to fight—but often only in words. To debate.) about your canoe club. Change the name. It's no good. It cause you problems."

He listened carefully to what was saying. He understood my meaning and agreed. He'd call it Hui Waá O Waiake it would stand strong till today. Until, it's legacy passed down to his children, grandchildren, great grandchildren and so on and so forth.

My senses heightened. I could feel connection from the young girl they called Yaya. She was walking up the driveway. Paddle in hand. I heard she was the steersman/woman of her crew. Good height for the tiny 4'10 girl.

Her mood wasn't in the great spirits that day. She was stirred to anger. I saw she was upset at a specific lady coach, for something I couldn't tell.

"The girl... something upset her." I pointed out to Ira.

He turned to take in the sight of his daughter. She was the "Kolohe" one, (mischievous, naughty). I let out a soft chuckle. Imagining the type of things she could get herself into.

Ira stood and parted ways to allow me a moment to speak to the child.

"Come here child." I said, startling her out of thoughts.

She walked to me... head down in respect.

"Yes, Uncle." she said, not daring to look at me.

"You see spirits, Yes." I said more of a definite knowledge than a question. She slightly nodded her head, yes.

"You are special... you have a gift." I said, stopping to let her process my words. "Never be afraid of them. Never show them you're scared. Even if you are afraid, never show them that."

The wheels in her brain was spinning. Her thought process working hard to brand my words into her mind.

"No Fear." I added, with a soft smile that relaxed her. She dropped the stiffness in her shoulders.

This time the nod she gave me had proven to me. That she had the power to rid of evil spirits that walked this earth.

What I didn't explain to her was that these so called "Kepalo" (ghost) would follow her and her family, no matter where they would call home.

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