The Elemental Detective launches today, on the winter solstice. Three cheers for more sunlight!
Mermaids, menehunes, and murder.
Riga Hayworth just wants to relax with her new husband on their Hawaiian honeymoon. But a body on a Kauai beach pulls them into a murder investigation, sending the supernatural world into an uproar.
When Riga detects traces of magic at a murder scene, she knows she can’t ignore the call. There’s necromancy afoot, and she must prepare for the battle to come. But can Riga fight the forces of nature? Or will they destroy her and everyone she loves?
Book five in the Riga Hayworth series of paranormal mystery novels, The Elemental Detective is a fun, fast-paced urban fantasy blending romance with the supernatural, and exploring the magic of Hawaii.
Menehunes are funny things. They’re essentially the Hawaiian version of Leprechauns, secretive, helpful, little people with round tummies. They’ve been credited with building many of the sacred ruins around Hawaii, all constructed in a single night.
Ulupo Heiau, Built by “Menehunes” in Oahu
But what’s really odd about Menehunes (or perhaps, not so odd), are their similarities to the little people of the British Isles. Like the little people of Britain, who are believed to have been Iron Age Picts in real life, the Menehune’s are sometimes credited with being a pre-Polynesian people. Their stonework is strange, a bit “off” for Polynesians. Or perhaps these pre-Polynesians came from Lemuria, a lost land located somewhere in the Pacific or Indian oceans? Britain’s fae folk are also sometimes credited with hailing from a lost civilization: Atlantis.
However, if you look at the actual dates the Menehune sites were built, this myth explodes. Sure, there may well have been pre-Polynesian people (or even Lemurians), but the Menehune sites were built after the Polynesians arrived in Hawaii. Some of the stone work may be unusual for Polynesians, but is it so unfathomable that a Polynesian stone cutter developed his own style that fell into disuse? Why do we find it so hard to believe that some of our forebears were intelligent, creative people?
The ancient Egyptians, Greeks and Polynesians believed they had devolved from a greater, magical, culture, which had mysteriously been destroyed. Patrick Harpur, in his book, The Philosopher’s Secret Fire, suggests that our modern theory of evolution has turned these ancient myths on their heads. No longer have we devolved, the detritus of a higher civilization. We, modern man, are the height of evolution. (That’s not to knock the theory of evolution - I happen to think it’s quite plausible - but the parallels are interesting to wonder about).
Recently I read about the growing number of youth who don’t believe the moon landing took place. Is this phenomenon part and parcel of the same, modern, drive to prove we are the pinnacle of creation?