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Before maps, before books, there was the spoken word. In Polynesia, the story of the world was never written down: it was sung, passed on, danced<\/strong>, from one generation to the next. The mountains, the passes, the eels in the rivers, the moon itself\u2026 here, every part of the fenua carries a legend.<\/p>\n

Here are a few of the great ma’ohi stories. Not mere folktales, but a living heritage<\/strong>, still present in place names and family memory. Enough to make you look at the fenua differently, next time you raise your eyes toward a mountain.<\/p>\n\n

Ta’aroa, the creator in his shell<\/h2>\n

In the beginning, there was no sky, no earth, no sea. Only Ta’aroa<\/strong>, alone in the darkness, enclosed in his cosmic shell named Rumia<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

After ages of silence, Ta’aroa broke his shell. From its upper part he made the sky<\/strong>; from its lower part, the earth<\/strong>. Then he shaped the world with his own flesh: his back became the mountains and rocks, his spine the mountain ranges, his tears the oceans, rivers and clouds. From his sacred body were finally born the atua<\/strong> (the gods), then humankind.<\/p>\n

Ta’aroa \u2014 Tangaroa elsewhere in Polynesia \u2014 is the original god<\/strong>, the one from whom everything flows. His legend, recorded as early as the 19th century, is one of the most complete cosmogonies in the Pacific.<\/p>\n\n

M\u0101ui, the demigod who defied the sun<\/h2>\n

If Polynesia needed a hero, it would be M\u0101ui<\/strong>. This clever, daring demigod is famous across the whole Polynesian triangle, from Tahiti to Hawai’i and Aotearoa (New Zealand).<\/p>\n

He is credited with two feats. First, slowing the sun<\/strong>: the days were too short, the sun raced across the sky. M\u0101ui lassoed it and forced it to slow its course \u2014 giving people days long enough to work, fish and live. Then, fishing up the islands<\/strong>: with a magic hook, he is said to have pulled whole lands from the depths \u2014 an image that tells, in its own way, how the islands rose out of the ocean.<\/p>\n

M\u0101ui is intelligence and daring in the service of people.<\/p>\n\n

Hina, the moon, the eel and the birth of the coconut tree<\/h2>\n

Hina<\/strong> is one of the most tender and ever-present figures in Polynesian mythology, often linked to the moon<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

One of her most famous legends tells the origin of the coconut tree<\/strong>. Hina, a young princess from Papeari, is promised to a prince who turns out to be a giant eel<\/strong>, lord of Lake Vaihiria. Frightened, she flees to the peninsula, to Vaira’o, where she finds refuge with the god M\u0101ui<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

The eel is eventually beheaded; M\u0101ui entrusts its head to Hina, warning her never to set it down on the ground. One day, Hina forgets: the moment she puts it down, the earth opens and swallows the eel’s head. Soon a plant springs up and rises toward the sky: the first coconut tree<\/strong>, tumu ha’ari<\/em>.<\/p>\n

That is why, they say, the coconut still bears three dark marks: the two eyes and the mouth of the eel<\/strong>. And the silhouette of the palm evokes the eel standing upright. \ud83e\udd65<\/p>\n

Also on Anoe: Puhi tari’a, the sacred eels of the valleys<\/a> \u2014 the eel is a sacred animal, recurring in the legends of the fenua.<\/em><\/p>\n\n

Hiro, the great navigator of Ra’iatea<\/h2>\n

Hiro<\/strong> is the navigator-hero par excellence, often presented as the god of sailors and thieves<\/strong>, born on Ra’iatea<\/strong>, the sacred island. Cunning and powerful, he embodies the Polynesian art of long-distance voyaging and the great expeditions between islands.<\/p>\n

And his reputation as a “thief” opens one of the most beautiful legends of the Windward Islands\u2026<\/p>\n\n

Pai and the spear that pierced the mountain of Moorea<\/h2>\n

One night, Hiro and his band<\/strong> land from Ra’iatea on Eimeo \u2014 the old name of Moorea<\/strong> \u2014 with a bold plan: to steal Mount Rotui<\/strong>. They tie long pohue<\/em> vines to its summit and begin to pull, to tear the mountain away. Moorea’s two bays, they say, still bear the trace.<\/p>\n

But in Punaauia, on Tahiti, the warrior Pai<\/strong> is woken by his adoptive parents, warned in a dream: “Take your spear Rufautumu and throw it toward Aimeo.”<\/em> Pai climbs the Tata’a<\/strong> hill, from which the view of Moorea is perfect, and hurls his spear of purau<\/em> wood. It crosses the sea in a flash and pierces a summit<\/strong> \u2014 since called Mou’a Puta<\/strong>, “the pierced mountain.” Continuing its course like a meteor, the spear flies on to Ra’iatea and lodges there.<\/p>\n

The hole in Moorea’s mountain is there to prove it. \ud83d\uddfb<\/p>\n\n

‘Oro, Taputapu\u0101tea and “Tahiti, the fish”<\/h2>\n

On Ra’iatea<\/strong> stands the great marae Taputapu\u0101tea<\/strong>, spiritual heart of Polynesia and cradle of the cult of the god ‘Oro<\/strong>, god of war and fertility. From here the great canoes set out, carrying not only people and provisions but also their gods and their legends<\/strong>, to Hawai’i and Aotearoa. Taputapu\u0101tea is today inscribed on the UNESCO World Heritage list<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

Another tradition tells that Tahiti is a fish<\/strong>: Tahiti Nui, the large island, and Tahiti Iti, the peninsula, would trace the body and tail of a fish that once tried to break free and swim toward other horizons.<\/p>\n

Also read: The marae of Polynesia, at the heart of ma’ohi culture<\/a> and Understanding the Mana<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n\n

Living the legends today<\/h2>\n

These stories don’t sleep in the past: they live on in place names<\/strong>, in ‘ori tahiti<\/strong>, in the chants of the Heiva<\/strong>, in the words of the tupuna. To discover them is to see the mountains and lagoons differently \u2014 and to feel a little more strongly what it means to live the fenua.<\/p>\n

To go further: On the trail of the legends: an 8-day itinerary in Polynesia<\/a> \u00b7 The ‘Arioi Centre: dive into the heart of Polynesian culture<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n

To go further<\/h3>\n