The local beaches had plenty of people dispersed over the area. I didn’t want to put blood in the water while people, especially children, were swimming and enjoying themselves. Yet, I knew I should call Kamohoali’i. I could feel his attention on me.
The answer came with a flash of an image of…a ritual I did with Tiamat. I would create make-shift saltwater and put my offering in that.I added some coarse sea salt to a dish of water and could feel his acceptance of it.
I put my hand over the water –
“I dedicate this water and salt to Kamohoali’i. Accept this, Shark King, made in good faith. I will dispose of this in the ground, to be washed to the sea in time.”
I could feel he didn’t exactly like the disposal method. I saw a flash of a drain and understood. It will get to the sea quicker and the salt wouldn’t build up in the soil over time. Understood.
“Kamohoali’i, I give this offering to you freely. Please accept it and I thank you for your tutelage.” I used the lancet and let the blood drop into the water and stirred it with the stuck finger.
“Shark King, there is blood in the water.”
When he appeared, he didn’t look like a shark, but as a Polynesian man, muscular, proud, fearless. His eyes were dark pits that displayed no emotion.
He approached me and we put our noses together. He breathed on me. I breathed on him. The ceremony was over.
The term Haole means “no breath” and was coined because outsiders didn’t know the greeting, the Honi. Nose to nose, breathing in the other’s breath. It’s taken on a lot of other meanings since then, most of which are derogatory.
I wondered what I’d learn from him as I wrote down the initial meeting and was shown a few images. A ward, water elementals, several curses, and a water banishing technique.
