The Making of a Warrior: Music Lessons was a normal weekend exercise we had from the moment of speech. A wooden floorboard dad probably picked up somewhere on his way home from work. A six by three foot board with white painted letters upper and lower case, followed by numbers, one to a hundred. The very last row had the musical scales: doe, ray, me, fa, so, la, ti, doe. Everyone had to sit in line on the fala’s (woven mats on the floor) to recite out loud from the top the entire board. If you were successful, the reward was, “go outside and play all day until the street lights came on.” We were all up to par with the lessons, except one of us. First and last notes are the bookends that must be accurate to sing right. Fa’a Samoa tradition. Period. Uma. The Scales were tricky for some of us. You had to hit the note on key, ascending and descending - by ear. No musical instrument on a piano to start you off the key, correct note as most other musicians use. Nope by ear, hit the musical notes the first time up and down - go. We always got 3 chances to get it right, if not go to the back of the line. If you still couldn’t hit the notes he would sing to assist the one that was having trouble. Like a bird training its babies how to hear his voice above the distractions around them.
DISCIPLINE & REWARD - Surrounded by chaos
One by one, permission was granted to each of us that passed the regular weekend Kauloko’s (lessons) usually twice a month. My youngest brother would get tripped up on the last two notes: ti doe. He was always flat. Off key, on the descent, snagged every time on the last two notes almost to the finish line. After a month of punishment, that meant a two hour delay from joining the rest of the neighborhood outside screaming with fun. A dozen regular friends in the neighborhood that were all black except a Guatemalan family across the driveway; that were also first generation born like us. There wasn’t a large community of Central Americans present fifty years ago in L.A. Baldwin Hills was predominantly of European descent and Japanese, a generation prior to the Watts riots of the 1960’s. This was the cause of the ‘great white flight’ when many left the west L.A. area, leaving a vacuum of black folks from southern states that settled in the area with Korean migrants also arriving during the 1970s. Within a five year span a school predominately white and Japanese, transitioned to black and a handful of Korean. The Japanese moved to Torrance, Lomita, and Palo Verdes. Many of the White people that were in L.A. when my parents met in the 1950's sold their homes for property forty miles to the south. A huge grove of oranges stretched for miles from Garden Grove to the border of Irvine, later referred to as Orange County, California. They wanted peace from the white and black people fighting in Los Angeles. We did too, but couldn’t leave. Too many kids, not enough education, not enough money. Our parents would often believe the smiling faces of Honest John and Slick Willy, who were always ready for the next con played on any new immigrant. Just like the main character in The Alchemist. A world of hustlers outside, with children that had the same trickery simultaneously for two generations.
SINGING: The Portal to the Unseen Realm
We (Polynesian) don’t measure our signing to other people, other cultures, or outsiders. Singing unlocks the Heavenly realm, not to be confused with music; this is different. One is a direct connection immediately: Heaven comes down angelic warriors when requested. The instrument: the human voice that cries out when wronged and refrains from seeking well deserved retribution. Vengeance is of YHWH when the victim fully releases the perpetrator from the inside out. All the ways of a man are pure in his own heart, but LeATUA (God) weighs the motives; (loto) intentions of the heart. We are actually weighted in a balance daily, spiritually based on this 1 thing: Motives to every action.
It’s not what people see, it’s the character, the soul/spirit inside the tent that we’ve all been dressed with: a body that is temporal.
There are 3 dimensions to us. Physical, or the tent referred to by Paul, in the New Testament. The Spirit that is eternal; meaning before here, before birth, would equate eternal being: Spirit. We are the spirit inside the tent…we are not the tent. The Soul - this is a unique part of the human experience. The soul is not the spirit. The body (tent) beaten down by life, leaves an imprint on the emotions (soul) that are linked, but not linked to the spirit. The links are switched after death connecting the soul & spirit for those that ignore the warning signs that are covered with stickers like a wall in a skate shop. Obscured words of truth shouting underneath the distractions that blur the frequency while hypnotizing the listener to the music blaring overhead. Like the sirens in The Odyssey by Homer. Singing at a particular frequency that is ignited by the heart awakens the pineal gland: spiritual antenna. It’s in your head. We are all born with it.
MUSIC - Created by God for God.
When the Megahertz has been tweaked (flat slightly, off key, unnoticeable to most) it is no longer a phone to the throne but the opposite. A gateway, opening to seductive spirits that hide behind the strings, that cast a spell on the listener. From the ears, to the body; a direct connection waking the emotions (soul). An enchantment is sung, that propels the eyes and body to search after the sound. As long as the music continues to play the entertainment continues. The true meaning of the word is macabre below the surface of fun. ‘entertainment’ means to keep someone against their will, without their awareness for malevolent purposes. Being tricked - allured by the music in the wrong frequency. Just like the days of Jared, when the first stringed instruments captivated the curiosity of the descendants of Seth, son of Adam, husband to Ava (Eve in Greek).
Sirens, the contemporaries of the Greek Titans of old were hybrids known for beauty, esoteric knowledge and power through singing as a weapon. To the unskilled sailor a seductive voice, from a fantasy gone wild, met his fate with shipwreck while under a spell of song. They were also an abomination to the Creator, because he didn’t create them.
KING SAUL - Musical Warfare is released based on → the motive of the Heart.
Fakers = Possession of unwanted spirits roaming for an opening, begins with a lie.
No one could help the first king of Israel when the invisible ones would descend on him. The highest level of spiritual hierarchy: Fear, Doubt and the Pride of Life. In his misery of sleepless nights, restless days, the king summoned the youngest son of Jesse. The shepherd boy that took out a Philistine giant that stood about 15 feet. No sword. Just a rock from a slingshot is what people saw. But it was his declaration, what he Said the the pureness of his intentions (heart) that released an Angelic host of badasses. They pressed the rock into the ungodly giant's forehead, blinding his third eye, knocking him down and killing him. Golgotha, the Skull. Is where the Israelites buried Goliath’s head. The same spot where Iesu was brutally crucified to check off a promise God made to Ava (Eve) after she was tricked. When David was summoned he would sing and play a harp style instrument and the evil ‘unseen’ realm would clear the room immediately.
GENERATIONAL CHOIR MASTERS: LEIFI
Next level for music was singing harmony in acapella. How to sing on key without stepping on someone else’s notes. My father comes for generational Choir Masters and was known on all ten islands of Samoa. I never met our grandfather because he died in the islands when I was 2 years old. My fathers’ father studied music in Auckland, Aotearoa, as the outsiders seemed to be quite captivated with our singing. Something gross too, some of the Officials from England, took special erect (homosexual) interest in young Polynesian boys.
Photos of a Colonel Sanders looking old guy dressed in pomp and prestige all for show. Just a predator disguised as ‘a goodwill ambassador to the islands’ with dysfunctional sexual issues. Any country that needs a strip club has sex issues as a culture. Samoa doesn’t have strip clubs, this is for people with intimate issues that are not discussed or taught at home. The New Zealander outsiders, of European descent, wanted to study, record and introduce Sacred Heart music, from the Scottish, repackaged as English musical influence and vocal arrangements. What an oxymoron: the Brits encouraging Highlander singing! The English that defiled Aotearoa (New Zealand) who also used our own family - bloodline cousins the native Māori, as soldiers to fight Samoa: that refused to be ruled by outsiders. Most Māori, would not fight cousins - so the European soldiers shot and killed the leader of the Mau Movement is Samoa during the late 1920’s. The Mau (Firm, secure, unmoving to the death) Movement's slogan was: Samoa Mo Samoa. Meaning: Samoa for Samoan bloodline only. Not an outsider. Not for sale, or outside rulership or parcel sale.
SCOTTISH HIGHLANDERS - Brothers from a different island.
During the U.S. Civil war, the people group that settled along the Appalachian Mountains sang the same unique sound of worship music in acapella, harmonized with strong alto singers equal to the tenors. Contemporary Polynesian worship songs are under the genre of ‘Sacred Heart’ music. Samoa the word has a dual meaning, just like Hebrew words with multiple meanings. Sacred Heart is one interpretation. The other meaning is Phoenix: the mystical bird of antiquity.
Not even Polynesians or anyone else I’ve met, have been able to find the missing puzzles from antiquity; linking migration. More on that later. How would Samoa know about a mystic bird from the Antediluvian period? Should make you wonder…
I listen to old recordings from Auckland, to listen to my grandfather we never met, or seen a picture of. But his voice is unmistakably the same as my dads. Gives me goosebumps sometimes when I listen to the ancients songs, and I can feel them as I travel through the music to the location of the song and sit right next to them.
THE TEACHER -Super Chicken at the ¾ Yard line: Laughter is Soul food.
“Listen to my voice and focus: tee DOE, hold the note. Got it? You try, think of someone named Tito. Then go up with a full O shape, open your mouth and say Oh real loud and hold it like half a breath. Think of stairs ”
“Doe ray me fa so la Ti DOE, I did it!!! How do I come back down? This is the bad part I can’t get right.”
“Humm, pretend you have an English accent trying to say naughty. KNOW- tee. Now switch it to a ‘D’ sound. Like KNOW-tea, DOUGH-tee. Hold the last note when you sing up. Pause, take a quick breath. Hit the same note as it’s still fresh in your mouth and hearing, hold it, then skip down quickly with the rest of the notes like stairs.”
We graduated from the wooden floorboard with alpha numeric, musical notes. The next level was to jump right into reading auto mechanic books out loud one at a time. Later only the best, strongest singers, trained to hear the notes by ‘ear’ were able to try out for choir. My father was the Choir Master including piano, organ, who was sought after by all the local Samoan traditional churches. He was also a true student of the WORD, and would correct pastors when they got the verse or interpretation wrong. That was him, so we grew up switching churches multiple times; because Dad would always be left standing alone correcting bullshit others would accept.
When someone sings to God (LeAtua) the Uncreated One, a song of joy, or sorrow, a host of angelic beings are dispatched to assist those that cry out with a broken spirit and contrite heart. A switch occurs in the spiritual realm connecting ALL 3 facets of your being. The megahertz that adjusts the frequency to contact the God of immediate - always shows up for me. The number of angelic interventions throughout my lifetime that showed up whenever I’m singing a worship song has been a daily, weekly, decades of continuous assistance, from an unseen realm. The power to control the mouth, behavior, thoughts, for me begins with a song. Few know how to connect all 3 facets when singing: spirit, soul, and body. This is how to bring down immediate unseen warrior angel badasses that always walk with me everywhere. I don’t get lonely when I’m by myself. I always have an invisible entourage, that others have seen (Angels) that I can only feel, but not see.
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But actually…I prefer the spiritual realm regarding Justice. So much easier to deal with idiots that usually end with devastating consequences. Those individuals will be broken beyond human aid for fucking with someone that has no malice or ill intent towards others. These are the Rules within the Spirit realm. I didn’t write the rules, I follow them.
Check yourself before you wreck yourself, based on your own intentions of evil towards others. The boomerang flung to hurt someone? Always returns to the hand of the sender, that has ZERO spiritual covering. The power of words, equal life and death spiritually, emotionally, mentally, and physically. Temperance is a good word to study.
