Hainu was in school in Suva studying the Teflatho when his first experience with death took place. His class was on a trip to a shrine on one of the other islands of Fiji when a storm hit their convoy. Hainu was thrown over board and hit is head, passing out. He thought he was dead and was comforted by the thought. However, he woke up to the chaotic life he lived disheartened even more. Shortly after he began to contemplate.

In his second year he began to share his ideas with other students disheartened with the Teflatho. They began to write down their beliefs in death and purity and began to practice and share them with their friends and family.

In his third year of school they were expelled for lack of understanding of the Teflatho. They traveled to a small town on the westernmost island of Fiji where one of Hainu's friends grew up. There they began to preach, they talked about the unfairness of the system: how this village didn't get a voice, about the cruelty of life: how people are struck by misfortune, and about the purity we seek: how humans wish to make all things perfect. Steadily they began to sway the people of the village, more and more attending their sermons. And on their seventh year living in the village they looted the temple and decreed that the Teflatho is a lie.