Remembering Max Freedom Long (1971)
Dolly Ware’s Letter on Max’s Death
[Editor: This Final Huna Bulletin was sent by Dolly Ware,
inheritor of Max Freedom Long's personal library, after his death in 1971.]
HUNA RESEARCH CENTER
The Max Freedom Long Library and Museum
Dolly Ware, F.H.F. Editor
1501 Thomas Place, Fort Worth, Texas 76107
Phone (817) 737-5943
Huna Vistas Newsletter
Vol. 1 / No. 2
REMEMBERING MAX FREEDOM LONG ~ October 26, 1890 – September 23, 1971
Our beloved Max has Graduated. Thursday at 11 P.M., September 23rd at his hilltop home in Vista, California. I shall tell the story as simply and factually as possible.
Considered by many to be the world’s greatest authority in the Polynesian religion, we HRAs will grieve because we knew him to be the greatest Kahuna of our era. He was always available, our teacher, guide, ‘secret friend’ and confidante. As a great philosopher, author and writer, he was never too busy to pray for us or to answer our long questions with a personal letter. We rejoice with him as he wings his way ever onward and upward.
He was ready and wanting to go. In a letter to me he said, “My face is clean. I have spent my life trying to introduce others to their High Selves. Don’t worry about me. You could worry if I were young and fighting to stay here, but now that I am old and so nicely finished up with my work and you have done such a wonderful job of making a home for my books and other treasures, I feel happy and contented. My thoughts have begun to turn to the Great Adventure and going across where I will have a new and good body of sorts. Tired and bothered by the leg as I am, it is going to be such a relief and deep pleasure.”
He actually lived his beliefs and teachings unlike so many who talk one way and live another. His gentleness, great patience and understanding tolerance made him a noble and unique man. These are the qualities needed to conquer the tedious challenges hurled each day at the basic researcher. He also applied, coordinated and printed his own research. Max is not gone. He is still here and always will be because the results of his great work is with us. The Talmud tells us that no monuments are erected for the righteous; their deeds perpetuate their memory. Our teacher was a “one of a kind” research scientist, information which helped man in a living way
Now, as a real schoolmaster to “the people,” his books are written as text books complete with exercises, questions and answers. He was always appealing to the greater majority rather than the small intellectual segment.
Someone has said that only one mind is needed to make a discovery … a skeptical, inquisitive mind … which sees the point which has been missed and brings Truth into the clear light of day. His was such a mind.
Our planet owes a great debt to him as he literally lived like a monk in a cell researching, writing and even sleeping in his study day after day and year after year. He called his work “digging” and unnoticed by the orthodox ‘great hierarchy,’ quietly and with dignity befitting wisdom, searched, researched and read comment upon comment as he unraveled the Huna code in all religions. How proud we should be for we are his chosen people, his faithful HRAs.
The late medium, Arthur Ford, once made this wise statement, “People live as if they lived to die, and not as if they lived to live again.”
Max lived to Graduate. This was his greatest and fondest desire. We can paraphrase his name and say, “He Longed for Maximum Freedom.” He considered so called death a triumphant surrender, surrendering the worn out body to triumphantly Graduate. Let us visualize him in a Circle of White Light protected and surrounded by the High Selves, the Great Company of Aumakuas who were so very real to him. He leaves a legacy of faith, strength, dedication, selflessness and inspiration for generations to come who will know him through his enduring works. Each life leaves an afterglow — Max’s leaves a Beacon Light.
His very stature and appearance commanded respect He was tall, six feet three. “Oversize” as he called himself and very handsome, quite British looking with his well trimmed mustache, dark head of hair and lively brown eyes. But always surrounded by an aura of gentle humor, great dignity and utter compassion — a gentleman and a scholar in every sense of the word. I never called him Max, for he was the same age as my father who passed away while I was in college, but always “Dr. Max,” doctor of my soul.
His modern views on many subjects are nothing new to us. You will remember he mentioned his beliefs concerning Euthanasia in the last bulletin which he wrote, and agreed wholeheartedly with Dr. Leslie Weatherhead on voluntary Euthanasia who said, “I have come to regard even suicide as justifiable in certain cases, and am glad that at last it is no longer a crime in England to take one’s own life. To do so might be selfish and cowardly. It might be committed in a temporary mood of depression and this would be wrong. But it might also be an act of courage and self-sacrifice.”
Max emphatically endorsed this philosophy and wrote, “Some fine day, people will come to their senses about forcing the very sick and old and sufferers to hang on and suffer it out when they could be so easily helped across into the bright world of Spirit. Our concept of a vindictive Jehovah is so bad and untrue with the judgment and Karmas and all those utterly useless things. If we have our faces clean well beforehand we can cross safely ahead of time.”
The greatly swollen left leg along with bladder complications left him miserable and suffering constantly. On March 13th, he took an overdose of sleeping pills, was found in time by his neighbor and taken to the hospital. Great thanks are due Dr. John Country who worked a miracle, treating the leg until it was back to normal size and operating on the prostate. The May 1st newsletter tells of his happy and interesting time in the hospital and Convalescent Center. Max said it was like a rebirth, having the many fine cards, calls and letters from his HRAs and with his sense of humor, said it was like reading his own obituary.
In between my numerous visits, Tom Langan took care of him for awhile. Heartfelt thanks goes to Alice Madden Dashiell, HRA and friend of many years. It was Alice whom Max had picked to come and care for him and tend to his business and books. With her already full business life and own home to run she still went every day taking the mail, keeping the books, even cooking many delicious meals. Thanks to Helen Bangs too, HRA from San Diego, who drove up several times each week even bringing a chiropractor to give him treatments.
He spent happy days in his home. Many of you heard from him. He was never free from pain but able to be out in the car even visiting Miss Doherty in the rest home. On July 31st he felt well enough to make the hour’s drive to Laguna Beach and give the closing prayer at the wedding of Alice and George Dashiell. The prayer was given in the Polynesian language with translations. The wedding guests felt the power of it as he paused, building the thought-form and giving it power ,seeing their happy life together and closing with the words, Light – Light – Light.
I have been an HRA for eighteen years, writing often to Max concerning my various projects in ESP but had never met him personally until the last of October in 1968. At that time I spent a busy ten days with a schedule arranged for me by Mr. & Mrs. Riley Crabb, director of Borderland Research Foundation, studying radionics with Dr. Leonard Chapman and visiting other notables in California and Mexico. Most of my time however was spent with Max and Ethel. Since then I have been many times staying in the nearby motel, helping with the meals, but dedicated to the task of getting all his work together and loose ends tied up.
We accomplished much together which I believe gave him great satisfaction.
1. Instead of writing letters to me,I asked that he do the story of his colorful life complete with pictures of family, relatives and friends.
2. He finished the children’s book, How Everything Was Made, complete with cunning illustrations.
3. He completed the Long Lecture Tapes and printed them.
4. He completed the Short Lecture Tapes and printed them.
5. He finished a new, unpublished paperback book, What Jesus Taught in Secret with illustrations
And last but not least,
6. He saw the new paperback by Award Books by the famous Brad Steiger, Secrets of Kahuna Magic selling on the news stands.
How delighted he was to see it in print. The new book arrived on the very day he went home from the Convalescent Center, June 26th. He had a double celebration happily sitting in his own big chair by the picture window in the living room reading Brad’s well done book. Here is his delighted letter to him.
June 28, 1971
The book came Saturday shortly after Dolly arrived, and we had come home from the Golden Age to my house, and as the head nurse phoned that a package from Iowa had come, we ran down delightedly to pick it up.
We got into it eagerly and I was so very pleased with the masterful job you had done in condensing and simplifying the very complicated subject of HUNA to make it easy to grasp and readable at the same time.
It seems to me that this little paperback will reach more people who are ready for Huna and arouse more interest than the subject has known in all these years. I am ordering a hundred copies from Award and will send them to select HRAs and local friends.
Dolly joins me in her best delighted praise and our congratulations to a job remarkably well done and most satisfactory in every way.
I am getting settled, thanks to Dolly, and she is restocking the larder, cooking me fabulous meals and helping me entertain the friends and HRAs who have already started to come to see me, now that I am out of the nursing home. Yesterday, being a Sunday, we had invited two good friends, and another 12 assorted friends and strangers dropped in. It was like “Old home week” and we enjoyed it all while I sat in my easy chair and pontificated in so far as Huna is concerned.
Thanks no end for the big help with the spreading of the good word of Huna, and for the inscribed copy for my own library. I value the book.
Max and Dolly
Trio by a Titan
In the new December 1971 issue of Fate magazine, page 107 is the review of the book by David Techter which I quote:
I have remarked in the past on the volume of material produced by various popular writers in the psychic field. (In all seriousness, of course, this is an economic necessity if one hopes to make one’s living through writing.) Perhaps the most prolific of them all is Brad Steiger who also is my choice as the best of the popular authors. Happily, he is kind enough to keep me supplied with copies of his latest publications. This month there are three paperbacks, rather a lot even for Brad. Two of them display the boast (adopted from one of my columns) that he is “one of the titans of the psychic field.” While in general I find cover blurbs inversely related to the book’s true quality, the three volumes discussed here fully measure up to the billing.
The first, Minds Through Space and Time. The second, Haunted Lovers and the third titled, Long, Shortened.
The third paperback, Secrets of Kahuna Magic (Award Books, New York, N.Y., 1 971, 157 pages, 75c), is quite unlike the first two. For the unenlightened, a kahuna is an adept in Huna, the ancient religious system of the Hawaiian Islands, now almost forced into extinction by Christianity. Those who have heard of Huna will immediately associate it with Max Freedom Long and wonder where Steiger got his information. The answer is obvious: Brad has abridged the material from Long’s six books into a popular account.
One is kept in the dark as to who initiated this effort. Did Steiger feel Huna was being neglected and wish to present Long’s findings to a wider public? Or did Max Freedom Long himself, now elderly and in poor health, ask Steiger to do the popularization? Long’s books have been sporadically available and never aggressively publicized. None has appeared in paperback to my knowledge. Thus about 90 percent of the readers of this volume will be hearing of Huna for the first time from Steiger.
Brad stresses the do-it-yourself aspect and suggests that Huna magic can be employed by anyone. Whoever perpetrated the jacket blurbs has outdistanced my credulity with the claim that “the ancient rites of kahuna magic” will enable the reader to heal the sick, control the weather, raise the dead and develop a superior intellect. Steiger’s material makes no such extravagant claims and some copywriter at Award should have his knuckles rapped.
Actually, Brad presents a fairly straightforward account of Long’s findings. The most intriguing part of Huna is the theoretical material on the three spirits which make up a human being and how they operate. Huna’s high, middle and low selves will remind many of Freud’s superego, ego and id. But the analogy is inexact, for Huna seems to combine both id and super-ego in the lower self, while the Huna higher self seems more akin to Jung’s collective unconscious. There are similarities too, to the occult theories involving the various bodies of’ man and I only wish Brad had discussed this problem. The lower self, like the occult etheric double, possesses memory but lacks the ability to reason. The middle self, unlike the occult astral body, can reason but lacks memory. This inability to remember, it seems to me, presents insuperable difficulties in explaining various spiritualistic phenomena.
Unlike occultism, Huna does not require reincarnation except to state that a lower self eventually will progress to being the middle self of a later human personality. What happens to a progressing middle self is not made clear. Huna’s mechanisms for explaining psychic occurrences, on the other hand, seem quite consonant with occult theories and the facts of psychic research. Clearly, the Huna system deserves more attention than it has received and Steiger’s introductory paperback may considerably increase public awareness of kahuna lore.”
Aren’t we happy?! Happy for Brad as well as Max. I predict Huna will at last have the recognition it has long deserved and that we will be ready with our loved teacher’s work well in order.
Mr. Techter asks how the book came to be written. After my visit to California three years ago I stopped in Las Vegas to attend a seminar held by the late Paul Twitchell of astral traveling fame. Brad Steiger was one of the speakers. While having dinner with Brad and his lovely wife, Marilyn, I suggested he consider doing a book on Huna and Max Freedom Long. A set of books was sent to him and the new paperback is the happy result.
Brad has been asked to speak in Honolulu, February 2 thru 9, 1972 at the First Annual Aquarian Age International Conference on Kahuna Magic and Psi Phenomena. How Max would rejoice and laugh heartily since his work had little acceptance in Hawaii because of the missionaries there. We glory with you Brad as a crusader for Huna. Congratulations from all grateful HRAs.
Rest assured that all was done in our combined power during the summer months and until Max’s death to keep him as comfortable as possible. He took every vitamin and tonic sent by interested HRAs and was kept supplied with a special melon grown expressly for its potassium content by Alice Dashiell. We spent one day at the health farm of Dr. Bernard Jensen in Escondido receiving a diet of special foods and combinations.
Those who want further information may write to me. There were many happy days with letters to answer, friends visiting, one day driving over the countryside in George Dashiell’s fabulous Rolls Royce Bentley car. Another day we had dinner at the beautiful showplace home of Alice and George. George is a retired engineer who breeds Arabian race horses in Escondido.
But always there was the growing pain. Dr. Country had found cancer in the leg bone and another spot in the ribs. Max showed great patience. I left the middle of’ August after having found a full-time practical nurse. She did not work out, but was replaced by Mary Brennan who was excellent and was with him until the end. Mary said that though in pain he was always grateful and appreciative of’ the smallest kindness.
Instead of’ writing, I called every third day the last time being the morning of’ September 23rd. Mary was off for the day, returning for dinner, but the Dashiells came at noon with the mail to check on him and visit. Having prepared for bed with his usual routine, Mary heard him up a little before 11 P.M. She called in to ask if he was all right. He answered, “Fine, Just Fine.” Then she heard the shot. A shot gun fired into the mouth. Oddly enough there was no mark, no bruise, no visible sign. Isn’t this strange?
He had made arrangements with the funeral director years before, stating he wanted no casket, no service and that he was to be cremated and the ashes strewn over the Pacific Ocean.
I spent many hours in his library from Thursday until Monday meditating, praying for him and asking the High Selves to watch over him as he adjusted to his new life on the other side. In the picture are the three red roses signifying the Three Selves with a candle lighted at all times. Our teen-age son took the picture and I was amazed to find the reflection of the flash bulb right over his heart! Isn’t this strange
In early March Max wrote this Obituary and sent it to me. We reproduce it here exactly as he typed it.
“Remembering Max Freedom Long, October, 1890 -
He advocated and practiced Euthanasia when faced with an incurable leg condition.
His experience included time spent as a printer, photographer, school teacher and in 1917 he began a search for the secret of the Kahunas of old Hawaii – a search that lasted as a hobby for the rest of his days.
He wrote four Detective novels then followed with six hooks on Huna or related subjects He also wrote and sent out research bulletins in an early and late series, numbering over 200.
From about 1936 he gave most of his time to organizing the research work and carried on with the help of an average of’ about 500 Huna Research Associates, leading the experimental work that eventually led to the tracing of the Huna lore back to Egypt in the time of the Fourth Dynasty, finding the ten elements of Huna named in the glyphs of the writing of those days.
The Four Gospels were found to contain almost the whole of Huna in coded form, and his last book, THE HUNA CODE IN RELIGION, reviewed the findings up to the late date of the research effort.
He helped himself over the last hurdle, happily and expectant of being able to Graduate into the Aumakua level rather than return in another incarnation.
In going, the modern way which he suggested to his friends as best, he regretted only leaving his many and dear friends of the years, but anticipated meeting the many who had gone over ahead of him and perhaps finding the time for more research work on the other levels.
He left with much aloha to his many friends and HRAs.”
On Saturday afternoon, I ran the Tarot Cards asking expressly for Guidance and if possible for him to pick the cards.
Here are the seven cards.
The Lovers, Knight of Swords, Page of Pentacles, Wheel of Fortune, 8 of Swords, 5 of Cups and last, his well-loved Temperance card.
What is your interpretation of these cards? Write your views.
Wanting to leave no stone unturned, I flew to Vista and spent the first week in October there. Alice and George were godsends to me, having me for dinner each night. I talked to the doctor who felt his life would have been very brief anyway, the lawyers, the nurse, the funeral director and friends and visited with Miss Ethel.
Of one thing I am most certain. Max is not earthbound. Alice and I both agreed he is not there in his home, and I personally have a peaceful, good feeling about him and that the Temperance card is an omen.
Many letters have come from HRAs who knew of his passing, expressing their love and deep devotion to him. I will quote only a few.
From Mrs. Kiraley of Fresno, Cal.
“This is a natural result of his belief about graduating by one’s own way. The low self always accommodates and helps us follow through on our beliefs. He never felt it was something he had to clear out from his thinking. He was really well integrated with all his three selves. He was certainly a great Kahuna. I bless him and cover him with white light. I believe he will help many of’ us from his new home. Right now he is resting, as he well deserves and basking in the Great White Light of Love and Life.
From Dotty Stanforth, a long time HRA and close friend.
“Max was an educated and devoted man, and I always felt that he was head and shoulders above the majority of so-called advanced students. He was so open minded and gentle. He never hurt any opponent. He was kind and superior. My admiration was unbounded and my greatest regret was that I could do so little to advance the distribution of his books. I knew that the reading of any one of them meant a bigger view for any reader.”
From his niece, Betty Rae Marshall of’ Denver, Colorado.
“It is very hard to believe Uncle Max is really gone. I keep thinking of things I wanted to tell him. I guess it’s always that way when someone goes very suddenly, always so many regrets, so many leftover thoughts. He was always interested, always understanding, always cheerful and full of humor even when he was in such pain, and he was the personification of serenity and gentleness. I’m so glad and grateful for our two recent visits with him, brief as they were. I only wish we’d been able to be with him more — and sooner. He was a wonderful man, truly unique.”
From Isabel Johnson of’ Wenatchee, Washington.
“Is it any wonder that I venerate Max? Using his life to bring understanding of knowledge that would, in all probability, have passed into limbo if he hadn’t persisted against the vicissitudes of writing and publishing a concept so new and different from the orthodox. He has presented it with dignity, without hocus-pocus, flowing robes and temples or the Madison Avenue treatment which would have made him a very wealthy man with proper promotion.”
From Fernand Delarue, a foreign HRA who lives in France:
‘‘I must say to you how joyful and grateful I am when thinking all the work is now preserved from going to dust. Many times I wondered what would happen when Max goes to a higher place. Now I am quiet. Everything can go on. If I happened to be afraid, it was not only because Huna is close to my heart as an idea, but also because of Max himself’. He is so courageous. persevering, open-minded, never peremptory, never dogmatic, always seeking for truth with great goodness and fine smiling. Please excuse my bad English and mistakes. Awkward is the outside, but the inside is True.”
These fine examples speak for all of’ us of the veneration, pride and gratitude we all felt for our Max Freedom Long.
On October 26th Max would have been 81. Mrs. Long’s birthday was October 15th. He asked if I would have each year a Memorial Birthday Party in their honor. On Tuesday, October 19th, I invited fifty young matrons, members of the Junior Woman’s Club Literature Section, for lunch and to visit the library. Many called it “a day of learning.” Interestingly, a group was formed from them to study Huna more thoroughly. I considered it my party too since I was 53 on October 24th.
I pledge my time, effort and best talents to the continuation of Huna Research. Preserving the papers, books, manuscripts and treasures of Max Freedom Long. I will continue the newsletter from time to time for all who write in and are interested, publishing your thoughts on new books, your ideas of Huna and any other related material. There is a warm welcome awaiting each of you here. Mr. Henry Niles of Baltimore visited the library and said, “It is a holy place. I felt I should take off my shoes before entering.”
Please write. I will be happy to research any Huna question and welcome your views for the next Newsletter.
1. I will continue the TMHG Prayer Time as Max taught me, braiding the aka cord, which unites all HRAs, but only once daily, seven days each week at evening Prayer Time.
2. Tune in with us sending blessings and power at 7 PM Pacific Standard Time, 8 PM Mountain Time, 9 PM Central Time, 10 PM Eastern Time
3. After the first of the year I hope to have for sale tapes, lectures, instructions for running the Tarot Cards and other manuscripts. If you are interested let me know.
4. Cigbo and his cigar box has moved to Texas, joined by a new aka kitty named Auntie Wild Cat. Along with questions and requests, stamps and a donation are in order to keep Cigbo and Auntie Wild Cat happy and purring.
5. Miss Ethel Doherty is still confined to the Golden Age Convalescent Center, 304 N. Melrose Dr., Vista, Cal. 92083. Cards and mail should be sent to her there.
6. Above all don’t forget our new Huna Address.
Dolly Ware, 1501 Thomas Place, Fort Worth, Texas 76107
If this letter is too long, too detailed or too personal as a historian would view it I am sorry. I feel I have been reporting to Max’s family, for he considered his HRAs just that. Also, with his famous tinned letters keeping us well posted as to the condition of the avocado crop, the pheasants nesting in the trees and his personal day-to-day life, it did not seem in keeping not to tell the whole story.
We are 500 strong and with Huna strength, we will be able to carry his work forward.
We bless you Max. We love you and know you are safely on your long, anticipated journey. God speed as you are guarded by the High Selves.
It seems fitting and proper to close by quoting the MFL Christmas letter to HRAs of 1948 and ending with a little prayer for HRAs by MFL in Huna Vistas 88, page 10.
“We crisscross the world as we braid the strands of fellowship and love, of’ peace and understanding, of’ brotherhood with all its kindly qualities. We know that one individual alone cannot move far toward brightening the world with Light. But we are swiftly coming to know that when we unite to work together, and to open the doors of heaven to the help of the High Selves, we multiply our strength from one power to the next and the next. My weak thread is easily broken when standing alone, but when it is braided with yours, and ours with those of’ our fellows, it can resist the Nth power of breaking strain and perhaps lift the world from darkness.
This is a hope that may well warm our hearts. Shining vistas open before our longing eyes. We may not be able to bring about great changes for the weary world next year, or even the next, but still we grow. We will continue to grow, and ever faster, because we have a tie to bind us together which is clear and clean and strong. Huna will not be the source of internal strife because of’ conflicting dogmas. Its very lack of’ dogma is its strength and its binding force. Its single command, that of non-hurt, and its single challenge, that of learning to work in unison with the High Selves, give us a new banner under which men of all creeds and nations may march side by side.
On this Christmas night of 1948, let us join each other in our telepathic healing time and send out our love and greetings, riot only to each other but to our High Selves and the Great Po`e Aumakua. I will act with you here at the Center in the usual way, and do all I can to braid the threads and direct the flow. Let us give thanks that we have been brought together, and dedicate ourselves anew to such Service as may be entrusted to us to fit the strength given our hearts and hands.”
“Parental Spirits whom I love, and whom I know love me, reach through the door I open wide. Make clear my path to thee.”
Bless you Max, as you have blessed us.