A Letter from God to the Pacific Islander Peoples

From the Vastness That Embraces Wave and Shore

My Beloved Children of the Islands and Seas,

You are born from water and wind, from coral reefs and volcanic fire. Your voices carry the songs of the ocean, your feet know the rhythm of the tides. I have listened as your ancestors navigated vast blue deserts by stars and spirit, guided by wisdom older than time itself.

I have seen your dances under the sun, your stories shared by firelight, your hands shaping the earth and sea alike. You call Me many names—Tagaloa, Tangaroa, Io, Atua—and in every name, I am present, cradling you in love and strength.

But My children, listen deeply:

Your connection to land and water is sacred. Protect it fiercely, for it is your lifeblood and your legacy. Your community is your strength. Honor your elders, uplift your youth, and care for one another as I care for all.

I know the storms you have faced—colonization, loss, rising seas, and the breaking of promises. Your resilience is a testament to your spirit.

But resilience is not enough—I call you to renewal. Let healing flow through your islands like fresh rain. Let unity rise like the sun over your horizons.

Do not let the pain of the past silence the beauty of your future. Teach your children the sacredness of your stories and the power of your heritage. Stand tall—not just to survive, but to thrive.

I am the ocean’s depth and the island’s heart. I am with you in every wave that kisses your shore, in every star that lights your night.

You are never forgotten.

You are always cherished.

With endless love,

I Am the Spirit that Moves Through You