Iki Alii Pa'akaula
Kepilino "Papa K" April 8, 1929- August
Papa K was a man
from another time. A time when the 'aina sustained
the people, when the neighbors spoke Hawaiian, and
the taro fields had to be cared for everyday.
He loved that time of connection when people stove
for balance between the land, body and spirit. He
wanted to share that great connectedness with others.
People met him and were drawn to him. His
smiling eyes, his amazing hands but mostly his tremendous
heart endeared him to many.
He also knew there was
a new time dawning. He was part of that dawning.
He knew it was time for the wisdom of old Hawaii
to be shared with the world. He knew the world
was ready for a new consciousness that would spring
from the old consciousness of Hawaii, a consciousness based on Aloha,
connection to Akua and
respect for the land. He believed in the probability
of a time of cooperation, generosity and a more
profound connection to something greater than this
world. He knew that time was coming. For that
reason he co-founded 'Aina me Kalani,
a foundation to perpetuate the beautiful spiritual
gifts of Hawai'i and share them with the world.
He was no saint.
In fact he was a rascal of a man, but within that
rascal was a man who knew how to love unconditionally
and forgive completely. And he did.
You never had to prove yourself worthy of his love,
you were loved. And if you messed up you were
forgiven before you even thought about asking for
forgiveness. He had great gifts.
He was also one of the
masters of lomi lomi. His touch
was gentle and his style was intuitive. He
said he opened himself to a greater energy and
then the body showed him where to go, the fingers
reading as they touched. His style was
not based on technique as much as on opening
himself to the guidance of spirit.
Papa K loved people.
He loved to make them laugh. He loved to help
them see their own hearts. And many people
loved him in return. It is that love that
sustained him for so long when doctors had predicted
for decades that he would die within months. Well,
love and his own mana
which was amazing. There are stories upon
stories of Papa defying the odds to live another
day, or year or decade.
He loved Hawaii. He was Hawaii and he carried her pain within his
body. He fought to help the people. He fought
to see Hawaii
sovereign again. He believed that Hawaii was the heart of the world and that the islands would
show the world how to heal itself.
He had a lot to carry in
this world. He carried it with love and generosity.
He began each day anew.
He will be sorely missed.
There will be a celebration of his life at the
Community of Christ Church
Kinoole St. in
27th of September at 2 PM for his
family and friends.