A LEGEND tells that long ago, when Viking longboats ruled the seas of northern Europe, in the great Bay of the Bear there lived a people of great seafaring warriors... Mun-Uh-Kha.Their two main tribes had two kings, Murchad and Murakha, who in turn guarded the great secret of an ancient order of knights, the Warrior Bards, ‘Ahdras’. This secret wisdom controlled victory, life, the elements, time and history...After a bitter battle against the people of Drak, the secret was lost, and the two kings crossed the great waters in pursuit of Lachlan, Lord of the Norselands, who had stolen their secret, and his ship... After a long journey guided by the sun and the stars, they reached a fertile land, full of good things... In this new land, which they named Jariath (Western Kingdom), one of the two kings, Murakha, set up court.The king and his many men of the Order of the Bear, whose emblem was a bear on a great wooden ship, joined forces with the native people and gave birth to a caste of warrior monks, whose main objective became the search...A search which pushed them ever westward.Making use of the great courses of water which were so plentiful in that boundless land, the bear men (as one after another the tribes they met took to calling them) after a long journey reached another mirror of water, magically still. This order of Bear Warriors and priests built a small fleet of boats that weighed anchor and headed straight out into the open sea, navigating a thousand tempests until, dragged by currents too powerful to resist, they reached an archipelago of islands... the earthly paradise, ’Waik’... Here, weary and drastically reduced in number, they started new lives, living side by side with the local people and continuing to secretly hand down their knightly tradition and their secret religious order... the archipelago was divided into small kingdoms, which King Murakha began to explore and conquer. While exploring one of these island kingdoms, Murakha died, leaving his son Kevren to govern the majority of the islands, and his cousin Kasey to watch over him... in the meantime... From the dawn of time, an ancient prophecy of that watery realm came to be known to the bear men.The prophecy told of a rebel king, a king who would bring the islands together into a single kingdom...King Matt III
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THIS IS THE STORY of King Kamehameha, warrior Prince, whose emblem was a shell and whose steed was a pirogue...Kamahameha was born in around 1758. At 24, he and his cousin inherited Hawaii, the largest of the islands, beautiful enough to be considered the original earthly paradise, the mythical Hawaiki. Several tribes battled to take control of that realm of water and the leaves which enveloped what little land it contained, and two kings were too many for that paradise. Thus Kamehameha and his cousin rebelled against the will of their fathers, who had appointed them both sovereigns, and took up arms agaainst each other. Kamehameha killed his cousin in the battle of Mokuohai, while a violent volcanic eruption stained the skies terrifyingly red, as the blood of warriors stained the earth, a supernatural greatness which seemed to the men of those islands the fulfilment of the prophecy. Now Kamehameha was the rebel king, as once the ancient prophecy had ordained, he could crown himself and begin the conquest of the other islands.Kamehameha was gifted with the extraordinary Mana, a vital force which could lead you to the most incomparable victory or to death. For the people of the archipelago, Mana was everything that surpassed the furthest limits of man’s natural powers, controlling the cycle of life, the passing of the seasons and the evolution of history, and Kamehameha knew that the uncontrollable nature of Mana meant that it was an instrument not only of fortune but also of danger.The wizards, however, gave him the power of Tabu, through the secret initiation rites which in some way showed in a primitive context the consecration of the pure western knight.The initiation of Tabu brought with it access to secret societies whose rituals involved well-thought out trials that would shake the strongest nerve, but also demonstrations of real artistic sensibility. As well as knowing how to fight, in fact, the initiate had to be capable of praising in song the divine harmony of nature and the stories of men.Tabu was protection against any impure contact, the sign of untouchability. ‘Ta’ in the indigenous dialect means ‘to conserve, not to touch’, and ‘bu’ is emphatic. Tabu is the opposite of everything common, profane, everyday, within anyone’s grasp, which is Noa.So with the strength of Mana and protected by his Tabu, Kamehameha left everything that was Noa behind him and began the fulfilment of the prophetic undertaking for which he felt predestined by the gods.The setting for his war of conquest was the ‘Blue Archipelago’, a boundless marine theatre of unpredictable currents, upon whose waves the Hero led from island to island a cavalry of one thousand two hundred Woods (boards and boats), riding monstrous waves and sweeping everything away like the fury of the sea itself.He rapidly defeated the local tribal leaders who still opposed him, and so set sail for the islands in the west of the archipelago, conquering the island of Maui, after the battle of Wailuku, a battle so fierce that the bodies of the slain dammed a river, forcing it to break its banks. It was then the turn of Oahu and Kauai, whose leaders tried to disembark at the same time in Hawaii. They were repelled and the war went on went on, battle after battle, for over 13 years. Kamehameha and his warriors during this time hoarded boards and great canoes – a real fleet, capable of transporting twelve thousand warriors, and with this fleet they attacked Molokai, Lanai, and once again Ohau. Here local warriors, in desperation after their defeat, threw themselves to their deaths from the crag of Nuana Pali (just a few miles from present-day Honolulu), where they had been cornered by the crushing forces of the Rebel King. Only Kauai and Niihau managed to resist for another 15 years, finally surrendering in exchange for Kamehameha letting their respective sovereigns rule until their deaths.Kamehameha was now accepted as victor, and proclaimed himself absolute monarch.And thus, in around 1810, in this oceanic archipelago known as Hawaii, King Kamehameha, first king of the islands he had reunited into one kingdom, brought to light knowledge which had been secret until that moment, and an order of knights tied to that knowledge... Their motto was ‘E HOOKANAKA’, or ‘BE A MAN’ – a motto without rhetoric, clearly expressing the values which, above and beyond any issues of religion, nation, brotherhood or race, make up the moral weapons of a knight, a knight without time or historic contingency... A Rebel Knight.The Polynesian people went on to explore via various routes, towards Samoa, Tonga, Tahiti and New Zealand... Today inside every single Surfer, there is an ideal BearBay...Where great strong waves are still ridden on real wooden boards, to the motto of E HOOKANAKA... No Leash...Pure ORGANIC Surf...King Matt III