Monday, December 20, 2010

Journey through the Land of Mu!

Although I thought I would be making another journey in the first week of December is wasn’t until the second week that I was actually called for my next walkabout. My morning mediation had shown me the oceans meeting beneath the Lighthouse at Cape Reinga and before I had finished the phone rang. It was Puawai (flower of life), a Kaitiaki (guardian) of Te Miringa Te Kakara (Temple of the Four Winds), whom I had met during our earthwork in Jerusalem (Wanganui) in early June and again at the opening Powhiri if the gathering of the Grandmothers of Pacifica. Puawai had been called to Cape Reinga where from a beach in the Bay of Islands she sat and wove the northern oceans together before being delivered back to Whangarei on the 10th to begin our journey south . . .

First stop was cafe Utopia where Puawai had made arrangements to meet a Swiss woman by the name of Anita who coincidently I had met at Kerry Strongman’s workshop in Te Hana the previous year. Another member of our Ancient tribe dedicated to spreading love and light as we weave our new world into being. Puawai and Anita shared a mutual friend on Waiheke Island, Puawai’s home base for the past 15 yrs, who had suggested that they should meet each other . . . another shining light connected to the tapestry of creation.

One particular story of Puawai’s that resonated with me was that of a black Ponamu tiki (maori fertility symbol) that a family whose origins are from the Wanganui river area are the current custodians of. Their family hold the story that one day this tiki must return to the tribe at Uluru as it contains the key to the manifestation of humanity. It made we wonder if this has any connection to the work I have been assisting Raeline with opening the birthing gates of the starry whale palaces of Lemuria.

We had a few errands in Auckland and then headed to Tuakau to stay at Sharda for the night. As it happened Val and Ayla, the two custodians we knew, were both out for the evening which provided us the perfect opportunity to continue sharing. Our faces ached from laughing having matched each other story for story since we left Whangarei at midday. In the process we were discovering the places in which our projects overlapped; Earthwalk you are familiar with, while Puawai is holding the vision of Pouwaitanga (the blossoming) a school of learning for the Children of Light which she has been guided to create in Little Lemuria, an emerging sanctuary on the west coast of the north island. Both projects seem to be orchestrated completely by spirit thus as they unfold we have chosen to consolidate our energies into creating sacred journeys to weave through the Land of the Long White Cloud.

Our next destination was Waitomo where Gretta had arranged for us to meet with Chris Templer, a Kaitiaki of the Caves. Chris has spent the best part of his life in the Waitomo area and as a guide through the main cave system has endless tales to tell of numerous extra-ordinary encounters and experiences he has enjoyed. Meanwhile, Fernanda who had recently returned to NZ from Switzerland, along with her partner Atol, who I had shared my NZ Whale Trail with earlier in the year, also joined us. Fernanda too was looking at bringing groups on sacred journeys to Aotearoa. I had actually asked that Chris take us to visit the sites outside of the main caves system however for some reason he had felt called to take us into Ruakuri, the cave of the Dog Star Sirius, a situation which, as a being of Sirian origins, immediately raised my curiosity.

It had been 23 yrs since I was last in the caves on a travel agents famil trip as one of the first guinea pigs of the black water rafting experience, and what an amazing transformation the underworld had gone through since then. Gone are the days of wading through water soaked caves ducking low hanging rocks and hoping the flashlight would last the length of the journey. We descended along wheelchair friendly spiral walkway, passed through security doors, and followed raised pathways lit by strategically placed floor lights, to lookout platforms located at main viewing sites while listening to Chris’s repertoire of myth, legend, history and other-than-normal experiences. An extraordinary journey whose purpose, which was only fully realised the following day, seemed to be related to the number of orbs present in the main birth canal.

Although I have not yet had any personal experience of being pregnant, for the last 7 – 10 days leading up to our journey I had been going through all the related symptoms that I have listened to those who have, talk about. Perhaps after 15 months of incubation the time has arrived for Earthwalk to be born, to manifest in physical reality! Now that, having walked in trust and faith for so long is one celebration I most certainly am ready for!

Val, who coincidently has also recently been called to act as custodian of land right next to the main Waitomo Caves, and Ayla from Sharda joined us. Our next stop was Little Lemuria, a very special property taken care of by a very special woman. Welcome to rural New Zealand and an enormous country kitchen where many people have passed through sharing their lives, gifts and journeys. That evening I held sacred space for Val (of Little Lemuria) and the next morning she took us on a walk to share her sacred space. Making music in the mystical circles of the ancients we meandered up hill and down dale all the way to the Dragon Temple . . . a direct reminder of my morning meditation where I was visited by a flying dragon!

I climbed upon the head of the dragon and as I sat there asking what all this was about Puawai came up to me with three broken turkey eggs . . . could this be a birthing place??? A very special ancient ceremonial site, rock platforms included! The girls took turns lying on the platform while the rest of us climbed beneath to make the music and provide the prayers . . . remembering that the space although sacred did not have to be serious so our hit song to honour the occasion along with our inner childishness could only be Puff the Magic Dragon!

After a few of the women in our group had had their turn Puawai asked if I would like to be next to experience the platform. Although I wanted to for some reason I declined the offer and instead honoured my calling to explore a little farther to the east. And here I met the two Val’s and just as I was about to leave Val from Sharda called me back to the east platform saying that the energy was 50 times more powerful there than the one on the west side we had been working with. Sure enough it was so I climbed up and found a little stone seat where I could rest my back against the rock and as I did the energy in my womb began to move and I simply tuned in to the sound of the stream and allowed what needed to happen, happen. It was beginning to make sense why Valesi on my last trip north had suggested that perhaps he should call me mother.

With Val from Sharda holding space as midwife the words that she spoke were that she felt as though she was bearing witness to the birthing of the ancients . . . although the pregnancy hadn’t been very pleasant I must admit the birth was a pleasure!. And as soon as it was over I jumped down and headed back up the hill to share with the others only before I reached the top Val excitedly called me back down. Just between us and the river was another birth canal in the rocks and at the base lay the fresh afterbirth from a goat. How bizarre! Between Puawai’s turkey eggs and the afterbirth I wondered what more we had in store and as we met the others they pointed out the white feather in the clouds directly above us and if that wasn’t enough as we headed for home we looked back to see a phoenix flying over the Dragon Temple . . . almost too much fun for one day!

There was time to land, share lunch and have a reading from Val out of her book on the ancient healing techniques of Lemuria. She kindly gifted me a prayer book along with the three volumes of the Telos series so that I could learn a little more about this Ancient Civilisation that I was once a part of. Then it was time to say our goodbyes. Val and Ayla headed back to Sharda while Fernanda, Atol, Puawai and I headed for Te Kuiti where we had hoped to catch up with Wiremu before moving on the Te Miringa Te Kakara. Te Miringa is the site of an Ancient Star Temple more commonly known as the Temple of the Fourwinds and our destination for a midnight ceremony on 12.12.2010. As it happened Wiremu was down in Otaki so as an alternative I took everyone to meet with Maurice and Monica, a European couple who lived in Benneydale that I had met on my journey through earlier in the year.

It was rather special to have Te Miringa Te Kakara all to ourselves especially with Puawai, a respected Kaitaki of Te Miringa as part of our group. We shared supper, stories and ceremony before Puawai, Fernanda and I climbed into bed side by side beneath our blanket of southern stars and, with the intention of dreaming together, drifted off into the dreamtime. We were keen to learn the art of conscious dreaming an art that we clearly require plenty more practice at. However if one take into account what came out the stories next morning there is no doubt that we are enjoying the learning in the journey!

Atol and Fernanda moved on next morning leaving Puawai and I at Te Miringa. Our intention had also been to move on toward Taupo to visit the Tauhara Retreat Centre and explore the Kaimanawa wall however while Puawai was at home I suggested that if she felt she might like me to hold space for her that it might be a good place for her to do some healing work. And as she rested in the afternoon I went walkabout exploring the series of unusual mountains that sit like a gateway to the north west of the main site.

It was good to have a day of relative rest and reminded me of the guidance I had received almost a year earlier that it would be important to rest along the way. The way our journey was unfolding combined with the number of people that had indicated that they were keen on joining us for our Full Moon fire circle, Lunar Eclipse and Solstice Celebration made me realise that many things I thought were going to happen last year were in fact manifesting this year . . . makes me wonder what else the universe has in store for my summer downunder!

With prior arrangement we arrived at Vernon and April’s house in Taupo around midday the following day. Vernon and April were friends of Fernanda and Atol and had managed Tauhara Retreat Centre for a number of years. They now lived in their own space on the southern side of the city with a magnificent view over the lake toward Mt Ruapehu and Ngarahoe. We shared our stories over a light lunch which was followed by a brief jam session incorporating string instruments and Christmas carols. With a to-be-continued agreement April presented us with a picnic of tea and homemade chocolate muffins and with Vernon’s carefully scribed directions we set off for the Kaimanawa Wall. We didn’t however make it far out of town before Puawai spotted a second hand shop worthy of a 30 min detour as we restocked our candle supply, bought a cereal bowl to replace the one I had left behind at Te Miringa and collected a few more useful knick knacks to serve as tools and toys for our journey.

With Puawai on the pink ukulele and both of us on vocals we sang our sweet songs all the way past our turnoff to the Kaimanawa Wall and directly into the Poronui Forest to the reception of a helicopter pilot with some of the most beautiful and extraordinary eyes I had seen for some time who kindly directed us back toward our destination! We entered the primordial forest of this enchanted land we are so fortunate to call home to a wall that holds the history of our ancestors all the way back to the time of Mu, back to a time when the land and ocean displayed a different world map.

It made me wonder what it would look like after our next pole shift. As we shared music and song, prayers and visions and I was shown a time when the sea reached all the way to the stone city buried beneath the mountains. Scenes, that coincidently corresponded to my morning meditation, where I had been shown a high speed film of the coming and going of the ice ages and major earth movements during the evolution of our planet to date. I was then shown the future when all would be returned to its natural state, an aerial view of nothing other than native forests and rivers.

We returned to April and Vernon’s home and enjoyed another wonderful evening sharing space with like-minded individuals, always fascinating experience even if not always beneficial for the beauty sleep balance. I was a little weary and thus was looking forward to reaching Mahia where we had decided to take a couple days rest with Arthur a friend and fellow man of service who Puawai had worked with on several occasions over the past few years. It was also exciting to be off exploring another corner of Aotearoa that I had not yet ventured to in this life.

Mahia had been added to our itinerary during our trip south from Auckland to Waitomo. It had come up in a story that Puawai was sharing regarding a grandmother of a friend of hers who used to call to the whales from their land on the peninsula. My whole body had resonated so I felt curious to show-up and see what it was all about regardless of the fact Puawai was tempting me with possibilities of experiencing Arthur’s infamous massage skills and helping her attend to a freezer full of crayfish ;-)

We landed late in the afternoon, perfect timing for Arthur to finish what he had to do on the farm and for the crayfish to thaw while we unpacked and shared a cup-of-tea. The weather forecast wasn’t too bright for the next two days but that certainly didn’t damper my spirits, in fact it was perfect weather to curl up in front of the fire with a good book and it just so happened that Arthur had two of Graham Hancock’s books; Fingerprints of the Gods and Underworld, that had been on my reading list for the past six months.

On day two we had arranged to meet Queenie, the star lady of Mahia only when we went to visit she wasn’t home. We did however have an interesting visit with a young Equadorian couple who were in town selling their wares from South America. It felt as a rather unusual coincidence as Mahia, on the far east coast of rural NZ wasn’t exactly a bustling tourist town. The main attraction being ‘Last Chance’ a break on one of the beaches that was only really known through the NZ surfing scene.

The following morning Puawai woke in a fit of giggles saying “you are not going to believe this!” As she was massaging Arthur’s feet in the wee hours of the morning she discovered that he was best friends with Pauline Tangaroa, the Maori woman who had been in the Whaledreamers movie and who I had recently come into contact with through the gathering of the Grandmothers of Pacifica. And not only that but Queenie was in fact Pauline’s cousin and the senior member in their lineage! Pauline was away but due home on Saturday so we were going to miss her however Puawai and Arthur took a trip up to check everything was OK with Queenie and in so doing discovered that Queenie had been dreaming about us for the past week and really wanted to meet us the following morning before we left.

Queenie lives in an ancient marae in Mahia and as I held her in greeting her body shook as she sobbed tears of joy. Looking into my eyes she said yes, it is your face that I have seen, yours and Puawai’s and a number of other men and women. My response to that was “it would be rather useful if the men would soon show up soon”, to which she burst out laughing. And on that note we made ourselves comfortable on the front porch beneath the morning sun overlooking the Pacific Ocean and shared our stories. Queenie’s health had not been the best so after an hour or so of sharing I offered to hold space for her to which she replied that she too was called to offer to rub my feet.

Puawai was busy making music and magic with a young Mahitian girl and her Grandmother, Wikitoria. The young princess had been brought up at the star temple since she was two years old and would soon be travelling to Perth to live with her father. I meanwhile enjoyed the privilege of holding sacred space for Queenie. Then Before we knew it lunchtime had arrived along with a few more interesting family members including Rae and her connection to St Germain and the Ascended Masters.

Our time together felt way too short but it was time to head toward Ohiwa and I left with a promise to Queenie that I would return one day for my foot rub. She did say that there was a whole lot more than that but obviously it was not for me know at that time. So after a fond farewell I left in trust that I would know when it was time to return to Mahia and those of Aotearoa’s Whale dreaming . . .


Landing in Lemuria

Prior to landing in New Zealand, having not made the time to write about the last six weeks of my journey, I physically felt as though I was jam packed with my most recent experiences leaving me little space in which to move and breathe or to get excited about the next chapter. I find with writing and sharing my journeys that it enables me to download, to empty myself while assisting me to integrate my experiences. It also provides an opportunity to take note of any points of learning or details that I may have overlooked. A time to let the most recent story go so that I may create the space for the next one to manifest if that makes any sense. I was tired and needed quiet space in which to rest and write and be human for a while.

This meant sharing a few days with my Mama who I love dearly and usually get on very well with, only this visit as I tried to rest and write I observed my list of chores growing by the hour. Meanwhile every time Mum left the TV on while she was playing scrabble in her office I would swing by and push the power off button. I had to laugh as I reminded myself of that saying “When you think you are enlightened go and share time and space with family”  Quite simply I needed quiet and my Mum likes static so I figured that now might be a good time a spend a few days with my Rainbow family in the far north. I had to laugh the morning I left when my special Mama came out dressed in a new dress completely suited to her personality the words that came to be described my Mum to a ‘T’ “Colourful Chaos!” Oh, I do Love my Mama !

I landed at Minni and Valesi’s place in Haruru Falls and as Minni came out to greet me I burst into tears only this time I knew to let them flow for as long as they needed to. As Valesi and Minni had been called to a Wananga at a nearby marare that evening I suggested that I go an visit some other friends and come back the following day but they wouldn’t have anything of it. It wasn’t necessary for me to go anywhere and instead they suggested that I just rest, have some time to myself and roll out my swag on the mattress in their massage room. In the morning we would have some time together to share and after that they would give me a much needed meremere.

As they left and I stepped out into the garden a tui landed on the flax bush directly in front of me, then a moment later another came to join it and as they took to the air they flew directly at me parting a split second before hitting my head . . . Wow, what a greeting from the bird tribes, even Valesi was impressed when I shared the story over tea the following morning. I enjoyed an afternoon walk down to the estury, an afternoon visit with Philip Grey of Earth Talk who lived a few doors down, and a quiet evening all to myself.

Up with the birds I made a wooden platform to do my yoga on the lower levels of the Wananga that Minni and Valesi are building. What a special space and ideal location to bring groups on the sacred journeys I hope to lead in the future. We shared a light breaky and then it was time for my much needed meremere and I couldn’t help but be amazed that the first song on the indigenous CD that Minni had chosen was Bunna singing Jeederah . . . and I thought I was coming home for a holiday!

Next stop was Peter and Maree’s in Waimate North and wow, I could not believe how much everything in their garden had grown in the six months since we activated the Ancient Whale Temple site situated between their house and clothes line. I could not think of any other reason as to why their otherwise healthy but fairly normal garden had transformed itself into a tropical jungle. We enjoyed a wonderful weekend together which included a trip to the farmers market, an afternoon at the beach and sharing supper with special friends on the deck that Peter had finally completed!

Although I was due to return to Mum’s in Whangarei we had not made the time to hold space for Maree who had some healing work she wanted to do. Also before I left, I felt called to visit Mt Bledisloe on the back road between Waitangi and Haruru Falls in the Bay of Islands so I suggested that we should combine our wishes and meet there during Maree’s lunch break. Coincidently we realised while we were working that the purpose of our work was also two fold. There had also been earthwork to attend to on the Mt which I discovered is the most volatile site in the whole of Northland if there is likely to be any volcanic activity in the area . . .

Time to return to Mum’s, I had an osteopath appointment and I also thought I would soon be moving south . . . while still feeling I really needed to rest. A perfect time to face my own shadows, if I couldn’t rest at my own mother’s house then where could I rest??? On that note I explained to Mum that I really needed to rest, I asked if I could stay and if we could do our best to generate as little static as possible for the week. And as mothers do, my Mama opened her home and her heart, did her best to minimise the static so that I could rest and write and in return I spent every morning in her garden which was perfect for grounding or helping around the house with the chores she was no longer able to do. We shared a few evenings of wine and cards, an afternoon at the beach and a really very special time reconnecting 

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Te Huihuinga Hakui - Gathering of the Grandmothers of Pacifica

Sharing of Breath
Artist: Karma Barnes, Sharing of Breath,

I first heard about Te Huihuinga Hakui - Gathering of Grandmothers of Pacifica a few months ago. It came with a mental reminder that just before my departure from New Zealand I had been invited by Annie B to the Gathering of the Grandmothers of Waitaha, “those who walk the path of peace”, that was scheduled to be held at Te Moata on the Coromandel Peninsula in early October.

With prior commitments to land of the Whale Dreaming I knew I would not be able make the October gathering however when I returned to mainland Australia after the Island Vibe Festival on North Stradbroke and there were two emails from Emirates carrying suggestions that I should use rather than lose my frequent flyer points, I realised I had a choice to make. And, as luck would have it there was space on a flight from Melbourne to Auckland the day after I was due to return from our earthwork at the Bight. Not being one to miss an opportunity I figured that I may as well show up, and that is exactly what I did!

The interesting thing was that for the first time in nearly three years I didn’t feel called to be in any other particular place on our planet. Therefore, feeling as tired and travel weary as I was, the prospect of following the sun back to my homeland for the summer warmed my heart while coming with the added bonus that I could be back in Aotearoa in time to join Te Huihuinga Hakui - Gathering of Grandmothers of Pacifica.

So, after a weekend catching up with Fi, Alyshia, Daniel, and most importantly myself, Monday morning arrived and I managed to hitch a lift to the Powhiri for the Grandmothers that was being held on the marae at the Manakau Institute of Technology. And, just as it happened, it was the best homecoming I could have possibly asked for. The first person I met was Shafia from the Sharda Centre and as we came to take off our shoes I realised that I had placed mine right next to those belonging to Puawai and Aroha Jen, two wonderful star sisters I connected with last visit. Then when we were invited to greet our visitors I also found Zan and Tai who I had met during our Journey to Jerusalem and Maikara who had joined us for the whale work on the Hokianga Harbour during my last journey home.

It was such a warm and heartfelt homecoming which combined with my current state of exhaustion and disorientation from the last 3 weeks of earthwork left me on the verge of tears for most of the day’s proceedings. Nevertheless in between catching up with old and familiar faces while being introduced new ones I also enjoyed an opportunity to chat with a few of our visiting grandmothers and grandfathers from Hawaii which included a gentleman by the name of Jessie who just so happened to be a good friend of Sarvajnah, one of the women from Byron that I met on the Whale Journey . . .

It felt as though pieces of my Earthwalk jigsaw puzzle were coming together, dots on the divine web were connecting through time and space and my trip home was beginning to feel as though it would be one of consolidation. I was tired and in desperate need of some good bodywork to help me integrate the shifts and changes the last three weeks had brought. Once more I could think of nowhere else that I would rather be than on the earth at the Ancient Whale Temple site which my friends Peter and Maree are the current custodians of in Waimate North. However to get there I first had to make an overnight trip down to Ohiwa to my sister’s space so that I could once again borrow my Dad’s trusty little 4wd.

This was a journey that I had done my best to avoid but, as there was no one else who was able to drive it up for me, I figured that it would provide a means to an end and signed up for another 8 hour road trip. It gave me some special time catching up with my big sis while also raising my curiosity as to any other possible reasons why I might have to make the journey in person.

The following morning I shared breaky with Dad and after packing what I needed I felt to stop by the Kokiri in Whakatane as it was Wednesday, the day of the weekly healing circle provided for the community and a perfect opportunity to have a quick catch up with everyone, let them know I would be back in time to hold a fire ceremony on the full moon at the end of December and check in with Koru to see if he could shed any light on what the purpose of this little trip might be.

Only Koru wasn’t there and instead a very tall young man was drawn into my space rather like a lost little magnet that had suddenly made a connection, a curious meeting that I am sure I will learn more about when he comes to our full moon fire circle. Heading back toward Auckland I figured that my hunch, that there may have been another purpose for my road trip, must have been unfounded until just outside of Matamata also known as ‘Hobbiton’ or Middle Earth after the filming of the Lord of the Rings series, Dad’s little car overheated. A situation that did little to entertain my sense of humour when I had a 3 pm afternoon appointment for some bodywork back in Auckland with Susan, one of the Hawaiian Grandmothers! Wondering what it was all about I figured that I couldn’t go far until it cooled down so decided the best thing to do was to find a shady tree and enjoy my salad.

Meanwhile Annie the owner of the house where I had landed came home and loaned me her phone to call around town in order to find a reliable mechanic to take a look at the possible damage. By my third phone call I found a mechanic who was available in a workshop on the north side of town and within limping distance of my current location. And, as one does I handed over my keys and accepted an invitation to take a seat in the waiting room while I waited to hear the outcome. Only instead of being offered tea my crown chakra opened up and down came a transmission of high vibrational energy that I can only assume was ear-marked for middle earth, which of course made perfect sense when the mechanic returned ½ an hour later to advise me that there was absolutely nothing wrong with my vehicle. The return pipe had simply fallen off into the reservoir and thus the engine had overheated. I made a vow to do what I could to improve my communications with those directing this little Earthwalk!

I had had to cancel my afternoon appointment with Susan so figured that I would try my luck tracking down Shafia to see if she could give me an afternoon shiatsu session at Sharda. I had not heard back by the time I reached the turnoff to Tuakau but felt to show up anyway. Although Shafia was out and about, what I hadn’t realised was that most of the visiting Grandmothers were staying at Sharda and thus the kitchen was a hive of activity with supper preparations and after an offer of tea I was recruited to assist with the creations. A perfect opportunity to catch up with Aroha Jen and share time and space with some like-minded ladies from near and far. That was until about 9 pm when my eyes started to close and the need for sleep overrode any possibility to stay and share the kiwifruit crumble I had prepared for dessert.

Day three of the Gathering dawned clear and bright and I did not have far to travel from Mangere Bridge to the Blockhouse Bay Boat club, a brilliant venue built over the water only 15 mins away from Fi’s. Grandmother’s business was the theme of the day and we enjoyed listening to a number of wise woman share their lives and a few of the highs and lows from from their journeys that had brought them to this circle to share with us their practical experiences of; Preserving Cultural Heritage, Healing Generational Trauma, Caretaking of the Youth, Safeguarding Traditional Medicine, Honouring of the Elders, Inspiring the Young with the Ancient Wisdom Teachings, Preserving the ways of Prayer and Dreaming the Future. And what a wonderful day it was with the icing on the cake being the discovery that Annie B and some wonderful women of Waitaha had chosen to join us .

Annie B & her Waitaha sister

It met Wai Turoa-Morgan who I had contacted a year previously offering to share her Earth Medicine during my Earthwalk journey. Also a Kuia (Maori female elder) by the name of Pauline who had appeared with Bunna in the Australian film Whaledreamers where she attended a Gathering for the Whale dreaming at the Great Australian Bight. What was also very interesting was that the Grandmothers from Hawaii had just come from a Sundance with a group of Australian Aboriginals just to the east of where we were doing our earthwork at the exact same time as we were in the area.

Pouawai and Aroha Jen invited me to join them on an overnight excursion with a few of the visiting grandmothers and grandfathers to Te Miringa Te Kakara, Temple of the Fourwinds in Benneydale however although I wanted to go I knew it was time to honour my physical body, slow down and allow it some nourishing time to rest and integrate. I knew also that there would be time to visit Te Miringa in the weeks to come.

On the last morning of the gathering the Tokotoko (ceremonial carved walking and talking stick) was passed around each person in the gathering so that everyone had an opportunity to share what they felt they were able to bring to circle of Grandmothers of Aotearoa that was about to be formed. And once this was completed all those who felt called to stand in the circle were asked to step forward. And then and there as I sat cross legged on the floor minding my own business in eastern corner of the room a little voice which I now recognise as my higher self, that wise aspect of ourselves that can usually only get a word in edgeways when our ego is on holiday and our mind at rest, tuned in and suggested that it didn’t call me back here for nothing and that I wouldd have to walk the last few meters to the centre circle! Oh how I do love these last minute instructions that take me completely by surprise so as not to allow my mind any time to make up reasons and excuses about why I can’t . . . .

And so at age 42, have neither been married nor with child, I began my initiation as one of the Grandmothers of Aotearoa . . . the energy that descended into our circle filled my heart to bursting and it was with great relief that I was soon able to pass it on to all those present who were filing pass to share hongi. A hongi is a traditional Maori greeting of pressing noses, touching foreheads and sharing breath, which I had only ever experienced on one other island on our Earth, and that is Socotra. Socotra is an island belonging to Yemen, off the coast of Somalia, in the Sea of Aden where three tectonic plates meet and where I understand recent evidence has been uncovered that points to this place on our planet as the space from which three ancient civilisations emerged from.

I did my best to honour each individual and in the process received many both humbling and overwhelming acknowledgments. The first of these actually came at the Powhiri when a young seer hugged me and acknowledged me as one of the Ancients, three of the visiting grandmothers voiced that they knew I was one, Annie B with her simple words ‘I see you’ triggered a fountain of tears, another recognised my vibration that I could identify from a Mayan past life and one said that it didn’t happen with anyone else but when she came into my field she could see many, many people gathering . . .

Since arriving back in New Zealand to attend the grandmothers gathering I had had over a dozen people ask me if they knew me from somewhere, had seen me on TV or if I had written a book and while my mind was trying to makes some sense of it more often than not all I could answer was that there is no past, no present, no future, all is one. Part of me found understanding with my minds theory that the veils were thinning and the Earthwalk Project was coming closer to manifestation while the other part was wondering if it was simply due to the changes in my vibratory field that people were somehow more able to connect with themselves when I shared the same energetic space with them.

Our last afternoon was shared in circle with the Grandmothers of Aotearoa discussing how best we could communicate, implement our roles and share our knowledge. Meanwhile those who were not yet called to stand joined our visiting Grandmothers in workshops for honouring the Ancestors and Creating the Future through Storytelling, Weaving, Dancing, Drumming, Prophecy, Caretaking the Young, Creating Ceremony for Papatuanuku (Mother Earth), Teachings of the Ancestors; the Medicine Wheel, the Three Baskets of Knowledge, the Wisdom of Plant People, The Stone People and the Spirit Worlds.

And the best was at afternoon tea time when I sat in the sun with Kereru and one of the other Kuia as they spoke of dragons and little one-eyed beings full of love that assist them with their earthwork. We shared stories of star gates and star beings acknowledging them as our star sisters and brothers who are really no different from ourselves except that they have not chosen this time to be in physical form.

Kereru Ponamu

That evening we gathered with the world drum as our special guest for a Drum Circle and Medicine Wheel ceremony to honour the Grandmothers and the Prophecies. And what better way to end the day than by drumming and dancing together to raise the vibration of peace, balance, harmony and joy for Papatuanuku and all our relations. I thank Deborah Lowen, her team of angels, and all of the men and women who came together sharing their gifts and resources to make this beautiful gathering possible. What an honour and a privilege it had been to share space with so many wise and wonderful women and men.

I could have stayed on in Auckland and joined Fi for a girl’s night out at the Rocky Horror Picture show but it was time to honour my physical body. It needed rest and nourishment and what better way than heading north to share some time and space with my Mama while I downloaded the extraordinary experiences of the last 6 weeks. After which it was time to make my way up to the Bay of Islands and walk barefoot on the earth at the Ancient Whale Temple in the Land of Lemuria! It wanted to swim in the pacific ocean, share some fresh seafood and wonderful kiwi wine and catch up with my New Zealand Rainbow family.

Friday, November 26, 2010

Starry Whale Palaces of Lemuria at the Head of the Great Australian Bight

We gave ourselves five days to make the journey to the Head of the Bight, be present for the earthwork we had been called to attend and return to Melbourne to resume what some may refer to as ‘normal’ life. Raeline had a friend’s birthday to celebrate on Friday evening, Keiran had organised a business dinner and I had a flight booked to New Zealand early Saturday morning so that I could attend the Gathering of the Grandmothers of Pacifica. We had hoped Bunna might choose to join us as felt the journey we were undertaking to the Bight carried healing potential for he, his ancestors and the land of the Mirning people however it was not to be as he had more pressing men’s business that required his attention.

The prospect of driving another 3,600 kms did little to excite my sense of humour however as I was not the primary driver I was very content to make myself a comfy nest across the back seat of Keiran’s twin cab and read, something I had not allowed myself time for since arriving in Australia in June. Making the most of the opportunity I explored Fractal Time and Gregg Braden’s ‘Time Code Calculator’ followed by a very easy to read introduction to Plato, the man responsible for bringing our attention to platonic solids, portholes to our multi-dimensional reality. Both books seeming rather appropriate and in support of our journey to the southernmost point of the Blue Diamond Grid to reactivate another Birthing Gate to the Starry Whale Palaces of Lemuria. Which reminds me, I must make time whilst I am in New Zealand to watch the Stargate series for a little more understanding of the purpose of this particular type of earthwork. What do they say? Isn’t it sow up, be present and trust that the understanding will come eventually!

Meanwhile it was important to be present as the most exciting things about undertaking journeys such as this is that the learning comes through the journeying. From the moment we came together with a combined purpose we were able to start picking up little details of information as to the bigger picture of the journey at hand. And what is interesting, although not always particularly comfortable, is to observe the effects on our physical bodies. For Raeline this meant pee stops every hour during the course of the morning on the first day of our journey. And for both of us we felt pressure and a drawing down through our womb. It was the first journey of its kind Keiran had been on since beginning his own spiritual search and his newness brought a lightness of being to our trip as we helped him to remember himself.

Speaking of our trio, according to Raeline the reason we were three was to help bring the old energy out of duality. I guess another way to look at that may be to bring the energetics of the holy trinity back into alignment. Oh yes, there is that wonderful word again ‘alignment’ and we all know that I am certainly need of some of that! Could I take the first portion directly into my right hip please???

And then came the energetics of practical matters; Keiran had provided our vehicle so Raeline and I agreed to share the fuel costs, we would all cover our own food and Raeline and Keiran would find suitable accommodation each night where I could roll out my trusty swag under the stars. I have to admit that one thing I do love is sleeping close to the earth especially when doing any high vibrational earth work as it helps keep me grounded. And what I have begun to observe is the more of this type of earthwork that I do, thus the more I need to extend myself out into the universe, the deeper I feel need to be my own heart and stronger my connection to the heart centre of our planet.

On day two we ended up taking an unexpected detour that landed us at the eastern most tip of the Bight, a perfect opportunity for a pee stop. I took a moment to tune in and was given a vision of a feminine cross while Raeline came back to the car with a story of being welcomed back to a space that she had not visited for a very long time. As the mystery and magic unfolded I wondered what it would have been like if we had been able to take a little more time to cross the southerly section of our world’s largest island and smallest continent as there were quite a few special spaces along the way that had to be filed under points of interest for next journey whenever that may be.

I made the most of our fuel and food stops to stretch and walk as although I was enjoying being the reclining Buddha on the back seat my body was getting a little restless by the end of our second day on the road. However, by the morning of day three tired bodies had been revived by excitement. Raeline had channelled a load of information relating to the site which we needed to prepare that afternoon and this included teaching us a whole lot of stuff that she had never taught before. And, as I have an insatiable appetite for learning new techniques and tools of the trade, I gathered myself together and making myself comfortable on the floor ensured I was absolutely present and open to receive.

Now the story was an interesting one as although it involved two aboriginal brothers the essence of it was very connected to the Egyptian mythological story of Isis, Osiris and his brother Seth, the light and the dark, duality and our underworld or unconscious mind. Raeline explained the situation as an Atlantean curse that had been placed on the land at the Head of the Bight to protect it during the period of darkness on planet earth that we have come to the end of. Prior to activating the birthing gate it was necessary for us to assist with removing the curse/protection mechanism and that is what we would do that afternoon. But first we had to do some journey work to visit a star in the Orion system where the records of every soul incarnate on earth are kept. We had to locate our own switch board so that we could quite literally turn the rest of ourselves on.

The other meditation Raeline guided us through was to connect us with each individual vibration of seven levels of our etheric body. We held hands for this one so that Raeline would be able to more easily sense when we had achieved each level. Another was to tune in with each other at the level of power, love and wisdom as in order to work together we first had to find harmony and balance within ourselves and between each other and what better place to do this work than right at the Head of the Bight itself. The sky was blue, the sun shining over head and there was a warm and gentle breeze blowing as the light danced off the tips of the southern ocean waves far beneath uswhere the Rainbow Serpent connected to the Whale Dreaming.

Housework complete it was time to find ourselves some lunch and a space at the Nullarbor (no trees) Roadhouse. Keiran negotiated a great deal on a family room and I succumbed to sharing a night indoors with my current family so that we could more easily dream together. And an afternoon siesta provided the perfect opportunity for just that! And I was even more pleased to learn that during her nap Raeline had been called to visit the nearby caves I had seen in my morning meditation.

10 kms due north of the Nullarbor Roadhouse there is a series of caves that have been utilised by the aboriginal people for eons and we spent the afternoon exploring two of the three that are accessible. Keiran was like a boy scout out on a new adventure, Raeline was busy chatting with the ancestors and I ended up being given a hip bone and two halves of a shell which I soon realised made a whole which of course was just what I needed so placed them together with a prayer in the most likely space for an altar. All in all it was a fun and interesting afternoon on and in the earth.

Morning dawned clear and bright but by the time we set off for the Head of the Bight we could see the clouds beginning to gather. We arrived at our preferred platform at 15 minutes before 11.00 am on 11.11.2010 and begun our work. Taking our places Raeline led us in ceremony and we chanted our Whale Prayer while she captured the second vibration that would, once all the work with the starry whale palaces be complete, be available to all as a quintessence.


And while we were doing our work at the Bight we were aware of at least 4 other individuals in Australia, a few in New Zealand, one in Bali and another group in the Netherlands who were connecting with us along with the many thousands who were honouring the earth in their own way during this opportune portal in time that connected with the 11.11 vibration. Blessed Be! Our earth is evolving and every other being who is walking this earth consciously or unconsciously is coming too! It is such an exciting time to be here on this planet of choice in a physical body  Yeah!!!

Here is a note from Mirte's ceremony in Netherlands;
11-11between 10.30 – 11.00 I did a ceremony with clients. The ‘purpose’ of the ceremony was to open the lemurian whale palaces (in support of what you had been doing). The crystal asked to be there (only two days with me at that moment). It was special. At a certain moment a lot of energy came into the room and only second(s) later something had been opened.. I don’t know what it was (consciously at least until now).

And as we wrapped things up, Horus flew out of what we understood to be the actual birthing gate, we were surrounded by dragon flies having not seen one the previous day and as we retreated to the car park we watched the black storm clouds roll in from the west. And sure enough they followed us all the way back to Melbourne bringing cleansing and rebirth to a parched land.

I joked that now all we needed were the oysters and champagne to celebrate and talk about “ask and you shall receive” Keiran found us a hotel at 8 pm that evening that had a room for three and a promise of both. Only once we had checked in the manager discovered much to his horror that he was not only out of Champagne but also oysters. Keiran our knight in shining armour dashed out into the darkness in search of champas while the manager brought us a thousand apologies and a bottle of NZ white wine. David and Rick a couple of visitors to town we ended up sharing a booth with looked on in bewilderment and asked if we were celebrities or something? To which Raeline yes, which of course only added to their confusion.

As it happened it turned out to be quite a synchronistic meeting that enabled us to share an enjoyable and interesting evening with two men who built houses out of rammed earth. Both were light beings only one was more aware than the other. And, as was pointed out to me the following morning, I should have been more aware of my energetic presence as the one that was not so aware had completely misinterpreted my energy which he responded to from his lower chakras. Not entirely oblivious to the situation what was brought to my attention was that I could not pretend it wasn’t there, a pattern of behaviour I realised I had practiced throughout my entire adult life when interacting with men who were attracted to me. Nor should I be accomplice to what Raeline referred to as sensual sex as either way I was misusing my own power by accepting that from another.

And so the morning teaching came with a warning of being conscious of our own energetic presence at all times especially when doing earthwork as it activates our kundalini energy and again it is our responsibility to manage this. This opened up a perfect opportunity to share experiences and answer as best we could many of Keiran’s questions he had regarding experiences or the changes within himself that he had encountered during the course of his journey to date.

And having discussed the serious stuff the air was cleared and the long haul home was made lighter with a few old hits from the 80’s including a childhood favourite that Keiran had just added to his collection “The sound track of Saturday Night Fever” which of course we all knew the words to and sung them out loud and clear!

Landing back in Melbourne we ended up unpacking all my stuff at the wrong address before I even realised it wasn’t Jane and Allardes’s house. I burst out laughing apologised profusely to the lady whose house it was, who looked as though she was about to invite us in for tea anyway, and made our way a couple blocks down to the correct address. I could feel I had gone through another major shift but it wasn’t until that happened that I realised the degree of my disorientation. I needed to go home to New Zealand and be very still on the earth for a while!

With a 12 hour stopover in Melbourne which was just long enough for me to unpack, repack and catch a few hours sleep before Jane delivered me to International departures for a delayed Emirates flight to New Zealand. Although I hadn’t travelled great distances geographically this year with all the experiences I had enjoyed I felt as though it had been away for eons which made it even more exciting to know that I was coming home again . . . back to New Zealand and deeper into who I AM!

Thursday, November 25, 2010

On the Road in the Land of OZ

To go with the flow I was experiencing meant I was only able to spend a couple of nights with my little sister and her family in Brisbane before I was on the road again. Exactly the sort of visit family have no hesitation in pointing out, is more like a transit stop than a visit! I felt as though I was living in a different world than my sis and her family yet at the same time knew it was my responsibility to bridge that gap. I was exhausted, I did not feel that I had the time to take my sis on the 2 1/2 year journey that has brought me into my reality = my current understanding of life and the universe, and felt no desire or reason to make any excuses. I had simply not lived up to expectations and therefore felt all I could do was offer my apologies and promise that next visit I will make the time to ‘do’ less and ‘be’ more, to share some special sister time with Nique and play time with Taleah and Ryan my niece and nephew.

On a brighter note we did part on better terms having shared the morning together which included a visit to Nique’s favourite spiritual shop before she dropped me at Apollo Rentals. Here among the chaos of Melbourne Cup Day I collected my chariot, a white Toyota Camray, that was to carry me from Brisbane down the east coast and across the south side of the country to Melbourne. We pulled out of the depot together and played tag along the Gateway highway until Nique took her exit to Wellington Point at which moment I burst into tears and, as one does in times of crisis, I took a moment to question my chosen path . . . reminding myself the importance of taking responsibility for my choices and responsibility to find a balance in my life while remembering to take rest along the way do as not to exhaust myself like I have!

My first stop was Grail Haven on Tambourine Mountain, a destination that had been on my map since my last communication with Annie B before I departed New Zealand in early June. I had emailed Gerry and Richard the water keepers of Grail Haven in hope that they might be home and I could stop by for a visit. Although I had not received a response I figured I would call in anyway and just knock on their door only no one was home except their beautiful dog. It was lunchtime so I figured that their garden would be the perfect spot to have my salad while I waited for them to return, only no one came. As I was not sure of the purpose of my visit I thought best to check with upstairs and in so doing ended up bringing down a load more high vibrational energy which must have been especially ear marked for Grail Haven.

Grail Haven Gardens & Well

Next stop was Crystal Inspirations, the crystal shop at Eagle Heights. Shamanatara, who I had hoped would join my journey to Tambourine mountain, had been unable to come but had suggested I stop by and say hello to her friend Annie who practices Transference Healing from Crystal Inspirations. Transference Healing, as channelled by Alexis Cartwright, is “A seventh dimensional frequency healing and ascension process that is multi-dimensional, works with the light body, creates alchemy and is achieving profound results!”

Annie was busy with a client so her friend suggested that I take a seat and draw one of the Animal Magic; Earth, Mythical & Elemental Ascension Cards which I duly did and out came Spider – Lightworker . . . always good to have a little reassurance that I am still on track. I then closed my eyes figuring a moment of meditation might not go astray to recharge my batteries in preparation for my drive to Byron only as soon as I was still down came another waterfall of light energy for Crystal Inspirations. Only this time I was not surprised as I had remembered what it was like dancing our way along the whale trail that took us through the Waipoua Forest and down the east coast of Northland downloading light energy in Far North New Zealand earlier in the year.

Driving south it was interesting to see the Gold Coast in daylight . . . lots of colour and chaos with all of the casinos, theme parks and shopping centres stretched down the coastline. It made me very grateful that I had a space to land back at Dolphins Downunder in Byron that evening. Wollumbin (Mt Warning) did suggest that I should consider a detour but this time I chose to say no, not now, he will have to wait until next trip. A little self preservation was called for and I could still make it to Byron in time for the sound healing session at the Lotus Temple and be home before dark with plenty of time for a swim, a session with the vibe and a hot tub before climbing into my magical space in the corner of the garden for a good night’s sleep.

Next day was a long 9 hr drive down to Sydney which surprisingly, I quite enjoyed. It provided me ample opportunity to reflect on the past year and feel out the year to come. Although I was 2/3rds of the way through a very busy 6 week period I knew that after the site activation at the Head of the Bight and the Gathering of the Grandmothers in Pacifica in Auckland, I didn’t feel any urgency to be anywhere in particular. Thus inspired by Zakairan to facilitate a spiritual journey I amused myself designing an itinerary for ‘Infinite New Zealand’ a two week sacred journey through the central and far north of the North Island. A path that had emerged from my last journey home and one that I would love to share with other like minded souls while employing the services of the local Kaitiaki (guardians) at each of the main sites.

Nearing the outskirts of Sydney my mobile rang and on answering I was surprised and delighted to hear the voice of Dr Anthony Hall-Martin, one of Africa’s leading conservationists who, as an executive member of African Parks Network, so happened to be my last boss. Anthony had recently been on his own journey with cancer, a journey which I was happy to hear he had come to the other side of receiving a clear bill of health, his cancer was in remission and he was back at work on light duties. His call inspired me to make a conscious effort to return to Africa in the near future even if only to share a glass of wine with a very special man in my world while looking up Credo Mutwa.

Driving into Sydney on dusk with map and steering wheel in one hand and Google directions in the other I thought I was doing really well until I missed my tunnel into the city and was taken on a half hour detour out to the north west. Lost no, temporarily misplaced, indeed yes! My diversion had made me a little late for my date with Kevin, the soul responsible for an Atlantean experiment where I had been sliced and spliced with another creature and had a crystal implanted into the base of my skull, a 13,000 year old operation that was affecting my current physical alignment. Kevin had also been through his shamanic training with the Fourwinds and through an introduction from Toby we had got in touch with each other at the beginning of this year.

Kevin, as the gentleman he is, was at the door to meet me with a big smile and warm welcoming hug, he showed me where the bathroom and the sofa were then left me to my own devices while he popped out for supper with a friend that was over visiting from the US. I unpacked what I needed, fed myself and filled a bath with Epsom salt and Lavender oil and submerged my weary body until my host came home. Unfortunately my brain was too tired to talk so I suggested that we reserve conversation until the morning when there would be more chance of me retaining information and when, if Kevin was feeling up to it, I could have an appointment with he and his crystal to see if he could help me with resurrecting my alignment.

By the time we had spent a couple hours sharing stories, experiences and tales of adventures in foreign lands it felt as though I had reconnected with an old friend. We turned the lounge into a healing space and Kevin set to work in his bathrobe. I am a strong supporter that for miracles to happen we have to believe in them and, after almost a year doing my best to clear/release/heal this particular alignment issue through energetic and physical body, I am certainly ready for miracle! Perhaps there is something that I am not yet understanding though as the miracle I was hoping for didn’t happen. However what I was to learn the following week was that I got exactly what I needed! Kevin had delivered to me codes/information from Mt Shasta, codes that he had collected from a visit to the US earlier in the year.

I guess it brings understanding to the saying that goes something along the lines of “If Mohammed can’t come to the mountain then the mountain may come to Mohammed”. Israel had told me over a year ago that I really needed to visit Shasta, a journey that I did not have time for on my last trip to the US however after learning what I have in the time in between I know that I will put it on my map for the next journey, one that I feel I may take in 2011 . . .

On the road again and after a quick calculation I realised that I had both enough time and sufficient km’s left on my allowance to travel to Melbourne via Canberra which provided me an opportunity to visit Lance and Kay, Ian’s (my previous partner) sister and family who I had not seen for about 4 years. It was such a pleasure driving into Canberra after the chaos of the city of Sydney, from one of Australia’s oldest cities into one of its newest. Once more it was the greenest I had ever seen ACT and there were wildflowers everywhere, the landscape was lavender and the land felt as though a long thirst had finally been quenched.

Canberra in Colour

Getting out of Canberra should have been a very simple task but somehow I managed to take myself on a detour that landed me right in the centre of the city where I had to circumambulate Capitol Hill before I was able to leave on the correct highway. Not what I needed as had not allowed time or kms for the excursion however it did make me curious as to the energetics of the diversion if everything really does happen for a reason??? Perhaps there was something in the centre of Australia’s capital city that needed a little light???

It was the last day of my road trip and although I had enjoyed my introduction to a land that until now ,I had really only flown around, I was tired and very much looking forward to getting out of my chariot and walking on the earth for a while. In fact I was so tired that there was absolutely no emotional response when I saw flashing lights in my revision mirror as I was pulled over for speeding. And when the officer came to my window to tell me that he had clocked me doing 125 km (in a 110 km limit) all I could say was Ohhhh . . . sorry sir . . . now when asked for my driver’s licence I was blessed with a little voice in my head that said, UK licence in front pocket of black bag in car boot! My response to the policeman; ...“yes officer, it is in the boot”. And as he unfolded what I can only imagine might be the prospect of ‘too much paperwork’ he asked me where I was from and said he would let me off with a warning this time. My impulse was to give him a big hug, but I managed to limit myself to a heart filled thanks and many many thank-yous to the little speed angels that had shown up for the occasion!

I made it into the Apollo depot in Melbourne with 15 mins to spare which provided just enough time to backtrack to the fuel station to fill the petrol tank which I had forgotten to do. Fortunately Shultz, the Maori man behind the desk, had a sense of humour when I unloaded my home; swag, bag, office, and kitchen cupboard onto the forecourt of his depot while I waited for Allardes to come and collect me. I had known Allardes and Jane since my overlanding days and was delighted that I had some old friends to share a weekend with before the last leg of my Ozzie Earthwalk for 2010.

Jane was working so my first evening was spent catching up with Allardes, now a fully fledged helicopter pilot who had just that day coordinated the logistics for a film shoot with 9 helicopters flying in and out of Melbourne’s MCG. More at home in the air than on the ground, I teased him that he was probably a spacecraft pilot in a previous life, such a gift when an old friend has an open enough mind to appreciate my newly developing sense of humour . . . or could it be the truth disguised in a joke???

And just as well I had that evening with Allardes as so long as the weather stayed fine, which it did, he was booked to fly all weekend. This left Jane and I to enjoy some serious girl time together which was perfect to share some of the experiences we had each encountered along the path of our respective spiritual journeys. It was also interesting to learn more about the Earth from Above Exhibition that Jane took around Australia while leaving time and space for an energy session with Jane and a trip into town to the hairdressers. While Jane had her haircut I explored the city where I had taken my first journey to outside of New Zealand 24 yrs ago . . . An interesting coincidence that I found myself in the exact same block as the hotel I had stayed in way back then.

Melbourne City

Shopping for supper I could not believe it when we bumped into Shultz, I only knew I handful of people in Melbourne and wondered what the chances were of crossing paths with someone I had just met on the opposite side of the city to where he lived . . . how bizarre! I think Shultz was quite shocked while I just smiled in wonder of what the syncronicity of our second meeting was all about. Could it have simply been my opportunity to follow up on a fuel credit that had not come through into my account or was it for some other reason??? Either way the encounter certainly served me well.

Sunday dawned clear and bright and my need to walk on the earth was fulfilled with Jane’s suggestion that we take a drive out of the city to a climb a mountain. On arrival we decided to do the base route but somewhere along the path we both missed a very clear signpost and ended up on the top instead. There was however no disappointment as from this detour we could enjoy a bird’s eye view of an Eagle geoglyph that had been created by Andrew Rogers as part of the Rhythm of Life Series for the Melbourne Commonwealth Games Festival in 2006.

My weary body had enjoyed a weekend of rest and I figured that I was as ready as I would ever be for my next adventure with Raeline and her cousin Keiran a jopurney that would take us half-way across the continent to the Head of the Great Australian Bight in order to activate the second and Southern Birthing Gate of the Starry Whale Palaces of Lemuria!

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Island Vibe Festival, Stradbroke Island

Departure was scheduled for 0930 hrs and everything came together at the last minute just as it does. Shamanatara and I packed provisions and camping equipment while Harry and Arpana loaded ‘Orby’ Arpana’s faithful Landcruiser troopy bearing the slogan 'Fire the Grid with Love', for our journey north to Stradbroke Island. Having never attended a festival before, I was rather excited about the prospect of sharing a weekend with my rainbow family and friends at Island Vibe. I was also curious to see if any of the guidance I had received relating to my Earthwalk Project during our crystal skull ceremony in Cairns might become visible, i.e. was there someone waiting to meet me on Stradbroke Island? Could the journey I thought was going to take me anti-clockwise around the continent actually end up taking me clockwise???

Meanwhile I had no desire to be anywhere else but present, the sun was shining, the water was warm and Harry, Raj and I found a patch of soft grass to roll out our swags under the stars where we could listen to the ocean and easily take shelter should it decide to rain. It was a space which unbeknown at the time also provided us with a front row lounge for Friday night’s campsite concert. I must have been asleep for a couple of hours before being woken by the sound of a Djembe (African drum) accompanied by a Didgeridoo and the best part was not only could I hear the music but I could also feel the vibration coursing through my body as I lay on the earth. And as our neighbourly band played on into the night I tuned in even deeper and in doing so not only could I feel the drum and the didge but also the vibration from the Earth responding to the music . . . WOW what a delight, it did not matter that I could not sleep as I didn’t really want to, it was far too much fun just drifting in dreamtime somewhere between the earth and the stars with the music playing through me!

Without even realising it we had gently slipped into the rhythm of ‘no time’ . . . up at dawn the boys headed to the surf and I found a quiet space for my morning stretch. As people began to surface the beach seemed to be the destination of choice for walking, yoga, meditation, swimming or simply breakfast and sunbathing, clothes were optional and most chose the ‘less is best’ option . . . we explored the island, ate when we were hungry and rested when we weren’t. I was surprised how many people I had connected with over the course of the past few weeks since picking up my Australian Whale Trail in Hervey Bay. It brought to mind something Deb, who I had met earlier in the year in Cairns, had said to me. Her gauge to how successful each year had been was directly related to the number of people she had met and new friends she had made. I felt it was a good guideline to follow and one that mades me feel as though I have enjoyed yet another yet of absolute abundance!

Harry, Raj, Hopi (Chinta’s son) and I took a walk along the cliffs further south of the festival and I had to laugh at myself when I rushed to the end of one of the points thinking I had heard a whale blow only to discover the point was called whale rock and the blowhole was a result of the waves bursting through an isolated vent in the earth. It was an easy mistake and one that provided much humour along with spectacular ocean views. And on that note we scaled down the cliff to go body surfing on the waves that were washing through the crevasse beneath us.

On our return we enjoyed a little quiet time in camp during which I was treated to a Bowen therapy ‘a la Dr Didge style’ session from Harry. This of course was under supervision of the good Dr himself who showed little mercy encouraging Harry to go deeper in my right hip/pelvic area where I have been having constant irritation for almost a year now. Not the most relaxing experience as Harry methodically flicked every tendon, ligament and muscle in my body to reset the memory on a cellular level however it certainly had an effect as I had no desire to move anywhere once he was complete, and I didn’t. Lying there soaking up the sun and scenery as the afternoon warmed and people began to dress up for their evening pilgrimage to the festival grounds was all the entertainment I could have asked for. The effort that some people went to in dressing for the occasion was really quite incredible and certainly added to the energy of the occasion.

I took a walk with the boys to share a late lunch returning in time for the Whaledreamers rehearsal. Shelley had shown up, Bunna was back from his wanderings and the girls and boys were having a very relaxed warm-up in camp. They sounded good and for a moment it felt as though we were back on Hervey Bay, making music and drinking tea in the late afternoon . . . Life is Beautiful! I also made a suggestion that they might like to consider screening slides taken on the whale journey as they were playing which I feel could only enhance their performance and the power of the message. It was perhaps a little late for this gig but in good time for the next one.

There was a little chaos as everyone got showered, dressed and painted up for the performance however as we know out of chaos comes order and the ‘fusion’ band seemed to get it together in time for the night! The girls were looking lovely and with Shelley’s vocals and Shamanatara’s whale sounds backing Bunna’s lyrics they did a fantastic job of sharing the message of the whales with a very enthusiastic audience. Unfortunately the mic for the didgeridoo’s died early however it did not seem to affect the ever growing crowd that gathered on the dance floor to celebrate the cetacean nation and their important role as wisdom keepers and earthkeepers on our planet!

Once the show was over we packed the boys off home and Shamanatara and I moved on into the big top where an American Reggae Band was playing a few of Bob Marley’s classics for which we needed little excuse to carry sing and dance our way on into the night. Our evening seemed to be drawing to a close way too soon so we settled for a cup of organic red wine accompanied by dark chocolate and an entertaining conversation with Dr Didge and the Professor back at camp . . . and what more could two girls want from an evening at Island Vibe???

Sunday morning was even more relaxed and Harry and Hopi took me over to meet the rest of Hopi’s family; Ika, his older brother and Malaika, their Mum who is clearly another star sister. It was good to put faces to names of two very gifted individuals I had heard so much about since Hervey Bay. Everyone had lots of suggestions of things to do and places we could go in order to explore a little more of the Island however for some reason as much as it seemed like a good idea it didn’t feel like it was where I was meant to be. I was actually feeling called to return to the festival grounds . . . anyway by the time we had cleaned up and packed up there really wasn’t enough time left to relax and enjoy the journey to the lake with the others so Harry and I thought we would go and explore some nearby caves. As it happened caves, sound and song had been the theme of my morning meditation . . .

I asked Harry if he would mind stopping by the entrance to the festival so that I could run in and purchase a flute before we went as I figured it was time I learnt to play and instrument and I needed something portable. However when I arrived at the gate I met Debra with her arms full of flowers for Ivy’s Healing space, and when I offered to assist I realised that that was exactly where I was meant to be. I ran back to Harry apologised and said I had to be where I was and could not come which he was fine about and then returned to the woman’s weaving circle to help. The goddess Debra was wandering around as she does weaving her web of light. Shelly came up to share an amazing story of her morning swim in the ocean where a girl had offered her a set of goggles to dive down and when she declined had dived down for her returning with a whale bone for her as a gift. It was beautiful to witness Shelley who was still in shock and awe of receiving the most beautiful gift from the ocean as she looked about for one of Stradbroke’s elders to bless it.

Next moment I was introduced to another woman with the most extraordinary eyes that were encircled by little stars, for a moment we had nothing to say as we recognised each other in another level. Then as if we had no time to lose we sat down and briefly shared our stories only as soon as I mentioned the Earthwalk Project she said they were waiting for me . . . so of course I asked who was waiting? She simply replied that they were waiting for me at the women’s sacred site on Adder Rock about 10 mins walk down the beach. I asked if she could show me and was told no, that I must go alone and I must hurry. My directions were given and as we were due to leave for the ferry in just over an hour I figured I best be on my way . . . the most important thing would be to show up and no doubt with time I would learn what it was all about.

Arriving at Adder Rock, I first needed a pee so that I could sit comfortably and as soon as I was done out of the trees came another woman who was looking for a quiet space to have a smoke. She had grown up on Stradbroke so we chatted for a bit about the history of the Island and where her life had taken her and then I figured I may as well find a space and in tune to see if I could get any idea of what the excitement was all about. And just as I did my crown chakra opened up like a lotus flower and down came masses of high vibrational energy I can only compare to what I had experienced working with Erana at Mitimiti earlier in the year, in the far north of New Zealand. Down it came, out it went and in it came again only this time as I finished I burst into song that left me dancing in the stars for hours.

I managed to make it back to camp just in time for the final pack but was really not much use for any practical task as although part of me was present in my physical body the rest was stretched to the limit of my multidimensional reality and I had not yet managed to connect with the other end me, if there was an end. Shamanatara recognised my situation immediately and did her best to help ground me with food before I slipped across to join the conversation with our colourful neighbours who came from France, Germany, Belgium, Australia and Botswana . . . nothing like sprinkling a little last minute stardust before departure.

On the drive to the ferry for our journey back to the mainland I asked Bunna again if he would be interested in sharing the Mirning story of Creation for YouTube but he was too tired so I figured it will happen when it is meant to. He looked like he needed some time to himself and I know I certainly did in order to reassemble myself into my new reality. Actually what I really wanted and felt I needed was some good bodywork and a quiet space to be very still for a week. However the universe had other plans for dispersing the energy that had just been brought down . . . I had already decided to join Raeline to activate the second and Southern Birthing Gate of the Starry Whale Palaces of Lemuria at the Head of the Great Australian Bight on 11.11 and it seemed that my means of transport would be relocating a rental car from Brisbane to Melbourne to join her.

This particular relocation had been sitting there for some time which surprised me as it included all fuel costs and 4 days to drive the 1950 kms so I figured it all must be for a reason as it would enable me to visit Tambourine Mountain, Byron and Sydney on my way. I realised that the opportunity would provide a ways and means to distribute the energy that had just been transmitted and although it would take my time the journey would otherwise not cost me anything.

IN addition I had been notified by email a few days previously that if I didn’t use my Emirates frequent flyer points I would lose them so figured that would provide me with a lift from Melbourne back across the Tasman to New Zealand where I would be able to find a space in which to rest and recharge. Once more if I flew back straight away once my work with Raeline was done it would enable me to the Gathering of the Grandmothers of Pacifica!