tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52877031244152341662024-03-13T12:53:06.274+10:00EARTHWALK Embodiment & EvolutionLeanne Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524383042017147230noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287703124415234166.post-66112924861008947152015-08-28T16:23:00.002+10:002015-08-28T16:23:58.936+10:00Big Island, Hawaii
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It
was 2 yrs since my first meeting with Pele and Big Island and I was grateful to
have more time this trip, an opportunity to connect with the land and the
people and drop in with the Pahoa Community.
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was lovely to surprise my partner coming in from San Francisco by connecting
through Maui on my way from Kauai, I love surprises and very rarely experience
them, probably because of my sensitivity to subtle energies I often see them
coming before they happen, as a side effect it gives me pleasure to experience
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hostess on Big Island was H, who over a period of 3 yrs had turned her little
life-style block into an abundant tropical garden and homestay. Such a warm
welcome not only by H but also Pele who was threating to cross the road and disconnect
the residents of Pahoa from the main access route south. I find it fascinating
how a potential natural disaster can so quickly bring community together.</div>
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after we arrived we offered a public talk to introduce ourselves and our work,
to those who resonated and felt a calling to explore; embodiment &
evolution through shamanic energy medicine and sacred sexuality . . . In a
society that has been programed that sex is a sin and we are separate from God
it is time for a revolution! What better way to keep the collective
disconnected from their bodies and the earth, out of their power and easily
manipulated than by inciting so much shame, fear and guilt around sexuality,
which is in fact our life force energy.</div>
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me liberating our sexuality in a healthy, natural and organic way is a vital
piece to any individual on that journey home to self. So many spiritual
seekers, and I was certainly no exception, are all about love and light, pure
heart, enlightened mind however often, as also the case with me, I became an
incredible visionary for both myself and others with no ability to manifest or
anchor the visions and dreams in physical reality. Poverty consciousness ruled
supreme until I took the time to clear the blockages in my own lower chakras,
free my creativity and surrender to being embodied, in this body on this earth,
and volia my ability to manifest was reclaimed instantly!</div>
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enjoyed living on the land, offering private sessions and exploring the island
on my days off. This included a morning visit to Uncle Robert’s market, I
didn’t understand why I was more excited than usual about going to the market
and then just when I was going to get a juice I bumped in to my brilliant
little brother B. I had met B on my first visit to Big Island 2 yrs earlier, he
had left soon after and although we had been in touch a couple times through
email we really hadn’t much idea what each other was up to. As you can imagine
it was a beautiful moment of synchronicity that he literally flew back to Big
Island on the same day I did to begin construction of his new energy device; http://www.phi-tek.com</div>
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were also a favourite . . . Sunday morning ecstatic dance at Kalani, a picnic
lunch on Kehena black sand beach and then afternoon and sunset community
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was on Big Island that I was invited to hold a one-day workshop for women, perhaps
more a sister’s circle of supporting each other into our self-sourcing
sovereignty. One day in sacred space making up for those Rites of Passage that
we didn’t experience that have kept us disempowered and in co-dependent relationships
for far too many centuries. I hadn’t held a space for ‘women only’ for quite a
few years and I had forgotten how beautiful and empowering it was for us to
gather in sacred space . . . I have a feeling that this was a taster for what
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it was such a pleasure to explore Hawaii Volcanoes National Park, so much so
that I had to make two trips. The exquisitely powerful and untameable, wild
energy of nature, the raw feminine in her full expression of the fire element .
. . I bow in love, honour and respect and in so doing can feel her strength and
natural beauty within and pervading the limited human body in all it perfection
and imperfection . . . gratitude for life.</div>
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I will always remember the first morning I woke on Kauai, I
actually felt as though I was back in Aotearoa in the far north of New Zealand,
the land where I was born and grew up, so familiar was the vibration . . .
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The journey to Sedona and Hawaii had been guided and all I
knew was that I had to spend some time at the Hindu Monastery and connect with
the whales. Friends that I would normally stay with were unavailable or out of
the country so I expanded my search to those who I didn’t know so well yet knew
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had organised myself a room to rent with J & A right next door to the Hindu
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very gifted musicians and it was a pleasure to share their home and heart space
while I followed my path and resonant field to some extra-ordinary meetings
with some beautiful souls, sacred sites and natural sound scapes. Meeting with
M, a very gifted and connected Sistar was an absolute pleasure. Not only did
she have an amazing Earthwalk of her own to share, she kindly helped me better
understand the nature of the island and its multi-dimensional role in relation
to our earth’s evolution . . . why I had been called to Kauai was beginning to
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Only a few days later we were invited to go sailing, only J
& A could not make it so I was given Capt. C’s phone number and directions
to Hanalei Wharf and was sent on my way. As it turned out J was not the only
male invited that could not make it so we ended up with 2 men on board to fulfil
roles of captain and 1<sup>st</sup> mate and a crew of seven beautiful
Seastars, most of which had never met each other before. It was incredible to be
on the ocean and reminded me of how much I love being on and in the water and
how little time I had made for such nourishment in the last few years . . .
note to self, time for change!</div>
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Little did I know that this was the day of my whale meeting,
although I had been looking out for whales and dolphins it took me by surprise
that our meeting was of the energetic variety. We had been sailing out of
Hanalei all the way to the north and soon after going about I found myself
perched up on the aft seat singing the whale songlines of the north and the
south and somehow weaving them together . . . my body and being were in ecstasy
and I was home <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">:)</span></span></div>
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grateful to be able to land at the home and heart space of such a special
sister as L. We do not tend to meet often however, when we do, there is usually
an adventure awaiting. Having been present when she was shifting in to her new
space a couple years previous, it was timely to return for the preparations of
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on the earth and share some quality time with sisters and starry desert evenings
soaking in the hot tub. That didn't prevent us from weaving in a little lightwork connecting the pyramid of Phoenix with the Giza Pateau ;)</span></div>
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sacred space for the Anasazi within the boundaries of the Navajo Nation, home
of Spider Rock and the mythology of Grandmother Spider. I had often felt like a
spider as I wove my way around the earth consciously connecting brothers and
sistars of resonant vibrations across countries and continents for co-creation.
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energy of this unique place of pilgrimage was a gift unto itself therefore the
blessing I received was a bonus . . . as I sat on the edge of the canyon
watching the eagles soar in the thermals above and below it felt as though all
of my loose threads were weaving themselves through time and space, back into
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dance with silence an opportunity to merge with the earth, a moment in time
that I chose to expand as long as I possibly could. With nowhere to go and no
one to see I simply rolled out my ground sheet and mattress and climbed into my
sleeping bag with so much gratitude to be alone in nature, exposed to the
elements and serenaded into the dreamtime with the sounds of the desert dwellers
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very sociable girls weekend in Sedona; wallowing naked in the cool waters of
Oak creek, an evening circle supporting sacred sexuality, the opening of Lulu’s
Raw Chocolate Alchemy, Saturday Ecstatic Dance with Mixtress Hava, and Sunday
afternoon at the Chocolate Tree community space … it felt good to be home in
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and what a pleasure it was to share the magical trails, energy vortexes and
sacred sites of Sedona. I have felt very at home in my body wherever I am on
the earth for quite some time however there are a few places where my body and
being resonate with more then others and Sedona and its inner earth light city
just so happens to be one of those. A place on the planet where simply by being
on the earth I am nourished energised and recharged. And just as well, as
before long I was busy gain with private shamanic soul embodiment and skype
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Mitten in concert, I had gone to purchase my ticket online however, as often happens;
not having a US credit card is regularly met with complications. V had
suggested that I purchased one at the church but when I went it was closed so I
figured that I may as well just get one at the gate. On my way V called to say
all the cheaper tickets had been sold out, I asked her to please purchase one
of the next level available and she said she would just save me a space at the
front of the line and make sure there was one for me when I arrived, walking in
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happened, as I walked up to V another woman was also walking up on my left and
as she approached the ticket booth she called out if anyone needed two tickets,
V shot up both hands and pointed to me and a man in blue to her left and on
that cue we all withdrew to the foyer where we met another woman standing with
the two tickets she had been gifted by Deva that she would not use and wished
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gave the tickets to K and I, I did wonder why she hadn’t either given her
ticket to K so that we could sit together or to me so they could however, I continued
to trust that the first blind date of my life has just been arranged by divine
design and I was gifted a beautiful evening with a very conscious heart
centered man at Deva and Mitten’s concert 3 rows from the front . . . gratitude
and so very curious …</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">So much so that K and I decided to invite V to
supper the following night to thank her for her magnificent role as an earth
angel and to simply hang out for the evening and explore what this
extra-ordinary meeting might be about … corresponding themes included,
embodiment and evolution, sacred sexuality, consciousness, relationship,
presentations and workshops, authorship, self publication, Bali, Cuba, multi-dimensional
magick, life on earth and living in Sedona.</span></div>
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who had just flown out from Europe for a weeklong introduction to the secrets
of Sedona. Although I enjoyed our time together I was aware that when I was
alone I actually had more energy and much more magick and syncronciity in my
everyday life. There was no good or bad, right or wrong I simply seemed to
maintain a higher frequency of energy when I was alone on my own body and
bubble than when I shared this intimate space, a truth I realised that I could
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experience some very unique and specific healing modalities for the first time.
This included the work of Nina Joy Rizzo and her teacher who incorporated;
Ortho-Bionomy, Craniosacral Therapy and Visceral manipulation in a joint two on
one session, wow, what a gift to myself </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Arial; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">:)</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"> </span></div>
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polyvagal theory, and its connection to the freeze response of the reptilian
brain, we also had the opportunity to meet and experience a private session
with Dr David Bercelli the founder of TRE, Trauma Release Exercises. </span></div>
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refugees in war zones and through observation had realised, that after the
shock of war, children would often shake uncontrollably for a period of time, a
perfectly natural response of the human body, after which they would resume
life as usual. In the very same situation adult would often shut down and if
anything disassociate from their bodies and remain in a semi state of shock.</span></div>
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exercises to activate the body into a natural tremor response. I was amazed and
delighted to experience a release from this journey, after so many physical and
energetic sessions during the past few years I had just discovered a new
technique that literally worked from the inside out. And an invaluable key to
disengaging the majority of the worlds population from their sympathetic
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Leanne Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524383042017147230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287703124415234166.post-64518026233624295772015-05-31T01:55:00.000+10:002015-05-31T01:55:16.589+10:00Summer’s End in SwedenIt was my third summer in Sweden and my first summer not to be presenting at any of the festivals there, I was feeling very complete with the European summer festival circuit, giving gratitude for the gifts and the many synchronistic meetings with soul family, I was ready to let go and very curious what might come next.<br />
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Meeting my partner again in Stockholm after our time at opposite ends of the world of sacred sexuality felt very different, there was a clarity in my field and sight and an internal resolution to trust my intuition, follow my calling and walk the truth of my path, whether that would take us closer together or further apart, deep inside I have a feeling that I already knew the answer . . . <br />
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We had an incredible turn out for our public talk at Buddhafield and I knew by the end of it the evening that I would be letting our Unlock Ecstasy Retreat go. With 5 days to go there were only 5 people confirmed and I had over 12 people interested in shamanic soul embodiment sessions. It was time to re orientate myself back into the flow of universal law, to respond to what the world was asking of me and serve those who were seeking support with embodiment and evolution so that they too could answer their soul’s calling ☺<br />
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I was also becoming more aware of an unseen connection between Sweden and New Zealand, there were more people in New Zealand speaking light-language than any other country I know on the planet and Sweden seemed to be full of so many star-seeds awakening to themselves . . . coincidentally the country codes for NZ and Sweden were also exact reverse +64 and +46.<br />
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My sessions were amazing and I loved the rhythm of daily life in shared temple space on the edge of one of the most beautiful cities in Europe. Morning lovemaking, yoga & meditation, smoothie, shower, session, lunch in the garden, session and afternoon walk and swim in the nearby park before supper. Our evenings were spent responding to enquiries and reservations to create sacred space for more of the same . . . yes, this is what I came here for ☺<br />
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What really caught my attention though was after a soul embodiment session with one Sistar in particular she mentioned that she had plans to travel to Sedona. She would be there at the exact same time as me the following month and, if I needed a place to stay for a few nights I was welcome to join her . . . in my reality nothing happens by chance and I looked forward with excitement to our next meeting on the other side of the Atlantic.<br />
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<br />Leanne Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524383042017147230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287703124415234166.post-8250455602761884072015-05-25T03:50:00.002+10:002015-05-25T03:50:48.498+10:00Reactivating Earthwalk Toward the end of last year I was aware the chapter of life I had been walking was coming to closure, it was time to die so something new could be birthed . . .<br />
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The event that triggered this realisation took place in early August, our retreat in Finland had been cancelled and we were visiting a special sister in southern Spain. My partner decided he wanted to participate at a Tantra Festival in Scandinavia and I received a very loud and abrupt, No! Not about him going, of course I respected his choice, the no was for me, and came from somewhere deep inside that knew far better than my mind.<br />
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Over the last couple years without me realising, I had gradually lost some of my razor sharp clarity. Interestingly this had not changed in regard to planetary matters or when supporting others however, in writing now, I realise that it was around personal issues that the colour, zest and clarity for life had slowly faded. Where had I strayed from my path, my centre, from the mystery and magick that I had become so accustomed to? How had I gradually started slipping back in to the numbness of existence?<br />
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So as I asked into the stillness where to for these days, I was intrigued to hear Montserrat, an island in the sea of the Catalonian Plains and home to the Black Madonna. And the very same place on our planet where Shelley Lemaire, another gifted sister, had been anchoring her work with the new incoming souls. (www.incomingsouls.com)<br />
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I had to laugh when I arrived at my destination and realised the cosmic joke, my partner was playing at a Tantra festival and I had a single cell in the former Monastery of Montserrat for the next few nights. Unity through diversity were the words that came to mind ;)<br />
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Waking to the sound of church bells was a far cry from the mosques I was used to after 20 yrs of living and traveling in developing countries. Now, 5 yrs out of Africa, I wondered in amazement on where this little adventure had so far taken me, the people I have met, the places I have journeyed and the extra-ordinary synchronicities that have become an integrated part of everyday life, if and when I listen ;)<br />
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My soul had been excited about this journey since we decided to take some time off on the Med and the moment I felt a full ‘yes’ to Montserrat that excitement had amplified. I was also curious why two possible traveling companions, one brother and another sister who had independently raised their hands with a yes to join me had subsequently fallen away again . . . it had been some time since I had done any solo earthwork and it made me just a little curious as to what was up in the ether?<br />
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My first stop was to pay my respects to the Black Madonna; I sat down on the pew in the front row of the church and wept for humanity until there were no tears left, one of the joys of working with the collective conscious is the reassurance that at least this one isn’t only mine. And, as the tears began to subside, a very frail elderly woman came from behind the curtain, and when almost the entire church was empty she squeezed into the front row directly beside me until our shoulders were almost touching.<br />
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I was aware of one of the etheric teams I work with coming in and working with her for about 15 mins or so and once they were complete I started to receive a transmission, which felt very much like a transference of codes or energetic information. Maybe you have experienced something similar, perhaps without even realising what was happening. Have you ever had someone come up to you and have a conversation about nothing in particular and then after some time continuing on their way never to be seen again?<br />
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Now what was interesting is that almost as soon as the transfer was complete I had a feeling of urgency to catch the funicular to the top of the mountain. There was an natural history display at the top of the mountain which I wandered through however, what caught my attention when I stepped outside, was the sign for Santo Magdalena. I set off directly along the path and up the mountain to the saddle between two peaks overlooking the hermitage on one side and wide expanse of Catalonian on the other, not another soul in sight.<br />
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Despite the relatively fine and clear blue sky above, as soon as I arrived there was thunder and lightening and I watched as the clouds began to gather and darken, growing out of a small caldera on the valley floor. It was as though the earth was creating its own little thunderstorm from within. As I sat and witnessed the power and beauty of nature, energy began to stream through me into the earth with an intensity I hadn’t felt for a very long time. Reigniting that connection between the earth and the cosmos that reminds us of who we are.<br />
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And, as the flow of energy subsided, the rain drops began and the thunder and lightening danced right up to the cliff face to meet me, wow, such a blessing. Slowly it moved to the north side of Muntanya Montserrat and, having completed a full half circle, it came to a stop almost directly behind me. As I watched the last lightening bolts hit the earth the earth responded with 2 bright pulses of light directly each side of the second to last strike. I couldn’t believe my eyes, never have a witnessed such a response after 5 yrs of more conscious service to our dear planet earth.<br />
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My energy was so high I felt as though I had turned into lightening itself . . . work for this day was done with a very clear understanding I was to return same time, same place the following day.<br />
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That evening I had a very leisurely and beautiful visit with the Black Madonna. My hands started vibrating when I was still 50m away and they only intensified as I came closer. When I arrived it only made sense to lay them on the ball she held and as I did even more of her immaculate energy flowed into me.<br />
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When our meeting concluded I walked through the chamber behind her statue and proceeded to receive more cosmic codes. Full of light and buzzing with energy, my heart wide open there was nothing more to do than give gratitude to my time of rest in Malaga, my second liver and gallbladder cleanse, some great myofacia and psoas release work and 10 days on a raw food diet inspired by our special sister E. I have no idea how I would have managed to conduct that lot without that extra space in my body and being!<br />
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My day was done and sleep was nowhere in sight although I must have dozed off eventually until 5.45am with the sound of the first bells, a warning for the 6am ones that seem to ring endlessly until the whole population of Barcelona must be able to hear them! <br />
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It was Saturday morning and the weekend tourists, local vendors, cyclists and climbers had started arriving. During my early morning visit to the Black Madonna another round of sobbing burst forth, the tears flowing freely down my cheeks felt like another huge cleansing for people and planet. I was wondering if they would ever end as I really did want to get up the mountain and escape the masses that were beginning to gather each on their own personal pilgrimage to Montserrat.<br />
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I was wondering if I got my instructions right yesterday for same time, same place as this time the mountain was full of climbers and there were many people in the area of my destination, trust, perhaps I needed extra support today. And right on que, the thunder and lightening began only this time it came up to the mountain face and turned south to dance with me all the way back down and around the mountain. Each lightening strike was amplified through the wire spokes of my little black umbrella, it was like receiving miniature electric shocks, never ever have I felt so electrified. <br />
There must have been at lest 50 – 100 strikes, each one orgasmic, I laughed so hard my heart burst again and again only this time tears of joy streamed down my cheeks. So many were so close that my field literally felt I had been plugged in to the earth/cosmic mains, another planetary switchboard activated!<br />
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Never have I felt such pure ecstatic, bliss and joy for being here in a human body and so much gratitude for being here now at this incredible time of humanity’s evolution. My body’s lightening bolt of yesterday had just transmuted to a living, active volcano, firmly rooted in the earth and vertically connected to the cosmos and everything in-between . . . oh how long I had waited for this moment, I felt as though I had come home.<br />
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Knowing this connection was coming for so long, yet not knowing when, had been a constant lesson of faith, trust and patience. The physical discomfort and lack of energy during this whole stage of transfiguration from carbon to crystalline had been frustrating and yet the hope remained, I trusted enough in the experiences I had had until now to know all was perfect and also that this journey was not yet complete either.<br />
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It was reassuring to know that as one chapter of life was coming to conclusion the next was already beginning. I felt so alive and soooo excited about jumping off the cliff again into the past/future/present, known and most of all, the unknown! Deep inside there was a feeling that the next chapter of my Earthwalk had just begun!<br />
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Leanne Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524383042017147230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287703124415234166.post-71024042179628012732012-01-17T11:55:00.003+10:002012-01-17T14:05:36.523+10:00From Waiheke to Te Wai Ponamu, Summer in the South, 2011In early March I enjoyed ten days on Waiheke Island for a wonderful wedding between two very special people that had recently come into my life. It was fun sharing time and space with new and old friends while exploring a corner of the country I had never before visited, the microcosm of the macrocosm a taste of rural New Zealand only a short ferry ride from our largest city. I would like to thank all of you who made this possible through your invitations, open hearts and open homes. Just as well I hadn’t discovered Waiheke 20 yrs ago or I may never have left for my walkabout!<br /><br />On a more multidimensional level, whilst we were out and about I have the feeling that we may have assisted with establishing the foundations of what appears to be another Stargate for Aotearoa while being given the impression that the rarely used Peace Park may become a space for future Earthwalk gatherings . . . inshallah!<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4V_Qx9pzvxY/TxTY4sNUn4I/AAAAAAAAAoU/4RMhuO_yz9o/s1600/Waiheke%2B053.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4V_Qx9pzvxY/TxTY4sNUn4I/AAAAAAAAAoU/4RMhuO_yz9o/s320/Waiheke%2B053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698417896981831554" /></a><br />Next stop was Christchurch but due to the first major earthquake I was diverted, courtesy of Air NZ, to Dunedin. I must offer special thanks to the Air NZ crew who on a full flight managed to find me three seats in a row at the back of the aircraft where I could lay down, something had happened to my back whilst packing and I could hardly walk . . . interesting as my looking back along my journey it has always been my back that has protested just before I took another major step along my path . . . <br /><br />I thought I was in the South Island to go on walkabout with Leslie Lightfall of Earthsong but soon after arrival realised that it was actually her landlady that I really needed to meet and share time with. I also felt very fortunate to have the time to share space with my extended family on the Edwards side, some of whom I had not seen for many years. It was fun to take the horses out for a ride along the beach with my cousin just like old times when we were kids growing up in the Bay of Islands.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pDmKgk4xPGs/TxTaWZEFrjI/AAAAAAAAApc/4FFYSK9NvR0/s1600/Te%2BWai%2BPonamu%2B082.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pDmKgk4xPGs/TxTaWZEFrjI/AAAAAAAAApc/4FFYSK9NvR0/s320/Te%2BWai%2BPonamu%2B082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698419506750533170" /></a><br />It had been almost 15 yrs since my last journey through Te Wai Ponamu, New Zealand’s South Island. There has been many changes yet the vibration of the land still carries its ancient and ageless wisdom. The harshness of the southern alps, the central plains and wild west coast play an important part of Te Wai Ponamu’s , raw beauty and magnetism . . . I also remember meditating on Clyde dam one day, feeling myself sinking deep into the depths of the earth’s core where I was shown that when the earth really does begin to move that many of the dams will break and when they do it will be like the waters breaking as our new earth begins to birth . . . I guess only time will tell.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WTWMhGu6GEA/TxTY5sEIeYI/AAAAAAAAApI/wqIFU5dg4uM/s1600/Te%2BWai%2BPonamu%2B107.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WTWMhGu6GEA/TxTY5sEIeYI/AAAAAAAAApI/wqIFU5dg4uM/s320/Te%2BWai%2BPonamu%2B107.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698417914123155842" /></a><br />Sharing space with Dave and Jo, old friends from Zambia who had recently settled with their family in Central Otago was a wonderful reminder of the beauty and simplicity of rural life in New Zealand, something that I didn’t realise I had been missing from my nomadic existence. A few of the highlights of my stay were; walking along the Clutha river from Alexandra to Clyde, climbing mountain trails with Jo and on my own, talking the girls out on an afternoon picnic, just the three of us, sharing the grape picking with family and friends during harvest time and the tea party afterwards <br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IcctTSqk230/TxTY5WbIrcI/AAAAAAAAAos/XEig8FkqQiQ/s1600/Te%2BWai%2BPonamu%2B051.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IcctTSqk230/TxTY5WbIrcI/AAAAAAAAAos/XEig8FkqQiQ/s320/Te%2BWai%2BPonamu%2B051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698417908314058178" /></a><br />And my journey would not have been complete without sharing a week on walkabout with Michael who had shared part of my Coromandel journey and who had been the inspiration of this one. We met at my cousin’s place just outside of Christchurch and our first destination was Te Kohanga (Castle Hill), the heart of Te Wai Ponamu. What better place to connect with the spirit of this ancient island? From here we wove our way through the backroads from Lake Tekapo, to Mt Cook, where Michael and a few angels fitted me out with a new set of wings, and then on to Wanaka formally known as Wanaga ‘Place of Learning’. <br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NBt29T8LyvE/TxTY5SnLx8I/AAAAAAAAAo0/wcf-IDqg24A/s1600/Te%2BWai%2BPonamu%2B057.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NBt29T8LyvE/TxTY5SnLx8I/AAAAAAAAAo0/wcf-IDqg24A/s320/Te%2BWai%2BPonamu%2B057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698417907290851266" /></a><br />March and April proved to be a perfect time to visit the south, not too many tourists and still warm enough to hike mountain trails in t-shirts and swim in the southern lakes with magnificent views of the snow-capped peaks in the background. And once my journey was complete I managed to catch one of the last refugee flights back north from Christchurch to Auckland just in time for Easter and my Spiritual Sexual Shamanic Practitioners Training (SSSPT).<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MSTLpo8F-hE/TxTZYA-HkvI/AAAAAAAAApQ/rDnQwzxG4gk/s1600/Te%2BWai%2BPonamu%2B130.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MSTLpo8F-hE/TxTZYA-HkvI/AAAAAAAAApQ/rDnQwzxG4gk/s320/Te%2BWai%2BPonamu%2B130.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698418435131151090" /></a>Leanne Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524383042017147230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287703124415234166.post-40257621013580105372011-03-15T12:13:00.006+10:002011-03-15T13:07:05.640+10:00Waitangi Festival<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-11lDporw8Mg/TX7UYmDY56I/AAAAAAAAAlE/Ecjs1oHAxy8/s1600/Northland%2BSummer%2B054.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-11lDporw8Mg/TX7UYmDY56I/AAAAAAAAAlE/Ecjs1oHAxy8/s320/Northland%2BSummer%2B054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584134106982705058" /></a><br />Back to the Bay of Islands for a couple of days and with summer in full swing my most pressing appointment was one with the Pacific Ocean! A swim across to Motu Maire Island was the perfect way to connect back with the east coast along with the festivities of Waitangi Day, as I dodged NZ navy boats ferrying passengers between the Paihia wharf and the frigate anchored in the harbour. Jim was home and we gave Mum a call to see if she would like to join us for the afternoon and evening but she declined saying she was too hot and really couldn’t be bothered driving up. <br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vmxcRzThVuk/TX7U3bwy9YI/AAAAAAAAAlM/AFmW0Hp9Zfo/s1600/Northland%2BSummer%2B080.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vmxcRzThVuk/TX7U3bwy9YI/AAAAAAAAAlM/AFmW0Hp9Zfo/s320/Northland%2BSummer%2B080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584134636796310914" /></a><br />I enjoyed an afternoon walk to the treaty grounds to observe the NZ Navy ceremonial sunset and listen to Ray Wolf playing at Hobson Bay. Returning back past the yacht club I watched the men practising in their waka (Maori Canoe) in preparation for the Waka Karakia the following morning. As Jim and I were home alone I stopped back past the supermarket to purchase some fresh fish and a bottle of wine for our supper and had to laugh when I got back to his house and discovered he had done exactly the same thing. Dinner for two on the deck overlooking Paihia was an absolute delight, it was fun to share supper with my Mum’s boyfriend as he reminded me of memories he had of me as a child growing up in Paihia.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m0PNTR2f9t4/TX7WHAv6wFI/AAAAAAAAAlU/KTKFS4HKR2Y/s1600/Northland%2BSummer%2B087.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m0PNTR2f9t4/TX7WHAv6wFI/AAAAAAAAAlU/KTKFS4HKR2Y/s320/Northland%2BSummer%2B087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584136003934404690" /></a><br />Next morning I got up a little earlier than usual to allow sufficient time for my yoga and meditation before walking down to Waitangi for the Waka Karakia. As I wandered down the hill I was delighted by another synchronistic meeting with Michael Fleck who pulled up directly in front of me with two of his friends; Yuri and Gabriela. Yuri is a NZ resident of Russian origins who had been introduced to Earthwalk via a mutual friend and Gabriela is an author and friend of Michael’s from Hawaii who travels the world making her own documentaries of the different countries, cultures and people she meets along her way. She was busy filming while she was in NZ and had plans to screen her recent documentaries of Iran and Israel, two countries I have not yet visited, in Waiheke later in the month. <br /><br />It was lovely to have some like-minded friends to share the morning with and wonderful to reconnect with another soul brother from the ancient past. As a Bay of Islands resident Waitangi Day wasn’t so special for Yuri but for some reason he had felt (in his words) ‘to get his butt out of bed’ on that particular morning and join Michael. What was interesting was that within a short space of time he had concluded that the reason he had come was so that we could meet and in the spirit of the moment invited me to come to Waiheke Island and celebrate his wedding in two weeks time. Not being one to just show up at a wedding for the sake of it I asked him to give me a few days to feel out the possibility and I would let him know . . . I must have known something though as that afternoon I still went ahead and purchased a wedding gift.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QY-ubGpJZFY/TX7WIO9V4dI/AAAAAAAAAlk/_D_ZlYEyqYw/s1600/Northland%2BSummer%2B107.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QY-ubGpJZFY/TX7WIO9V4dI/AAAAAAAAAlk/_D_ZlYEyqYw/s320/Northland%2BSummer%2B107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584136024928674258" /></a><br />Yuri, Michael & I<br /><br />The Waka Karakia was brilliant and it was great to see such a large crowd gathered at Waitangi to enjoy the festival. Such a different scene from many I remember as a child, which although contained some very fond memories, many were overshadowed by angry crowds, protestors and riot police. Waitangi Day is now celebrated as Waitangi Festival, a celebration of Maori; art, craft and culture and, with sporting events and participatory performers, there really was something for everyone. Supported by a number of national celebrities it was interesting that Jim had been invited by the local MP to meet our NZ Prime Minister while Michael, Yuri and Gabriela ended up having supper at the table next to him in Kava Restaurant the night before.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4pcjMKqphOI/TX7WHe-McCI/AAAAAAAAAlc/f6FgAMW2Dp0/s1600/Northland%2BSummer%2B104.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4pcjMKqphOI/TX7WHe-McCI/AAAAAAAAAlc/f6FgAMW2Dp0/s320/Northland%2BSummer%2B104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584136012047347746" /></a><br />I did have to smile when the only peaceful protest was being led by Kereru Ponamu, a soul sister and fellow Grandmother of Aotearoa, who just so happened to be one of the guest speakers at a gathering in Puhoi the following weekend. Kereru’s topic of choice being ‘from Protest to Peace”<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPNp5vyQ464/TX7Wp3zBEQI/AAAAAAAAAls/B0iJmmozra0/s1600/Northland%2BSummer%2B121.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPNp5vyQ464/TX7Wp3zBEQI/AAAAAAAAAls/B0iJmmozra0/s320/Northland%2BSummer%2B121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584136602826903810" /></a><br />I parted company with Michael and Gabriela at the Meeting House on the Treaty grounds and made my way back down toward the Waitangi Marae where I was hoping to meet up with a few of the visiting healers I had met at Karui Waihotanga in the Hokianga. I was called to enter the grounds through the main entrance and as I walked toward the area for stalls I noticed one of the Kaumatua who had spoken to Treaty of Waitangi Tribunal hearings in May last year. He was busy in conversation however the woman seated just behind him motioned me over, we introduced ourselves and I soon discovered that Whio, the Kaumatua’s sister, was one of the most incredible woman I have so far had the pleasure of meeting. <br /><br />A beautiful heart-centered woman who had spent many years supporting her brother both in NZ and overseas had recently handed that responsibility over to another member of the family so that she could stay home and focus her energies on supporting young woman in her South Auckland Community. She explained her quiet way of working, taking women into the bush and reintroducing them to the old ways to help them reconnect to their spirit and the land. Such an inspiration . . . <br /><br />There was no sign of my friends from Hokianga but I did manage to catch up with Valesi and Minni as I passed through the Marae grounds for the last time until next visit. Returning to Paihia I discovered Jim cooking up a huge pot of his famous seafood chowder which both he and I were disappointed that I would not be there to share as I had already made plans to meet friends for an evening picnic on Whangaumu Beach near Tutukaka. Time to pack and head south . . . I do love my life even though the continual unpacking and repacking doesn’t always entertain my sense of humour, perhaps I have to learn to travel even lighter still!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eMRvy7B2QWI/TX7WqNN9_zI/AAAAAAAAAl0/9NWy-h7M810/s1600/Northland%2BSummer%2B125.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eMRvy7B2QWI/TX7WqNN9_zI/AAAAAAAAAl0/9NWy-h7M810/s320/Northland%2BSummer%2B125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584136608577093426" /></a><br />Taking the scenic route to Tutukaka provided an insight into the destruction caused by the recent cyclone. Thus dodging landslides and road cones where roads had been washed away became the order of the afternoon. I arrived at Sandy Bay in time for a lovely evening swim in the surf at the tail end of what appeared to be a National Surfing competition before moving on to Whangaumu to meet up with Chris Bone of Oceans Watch, his family and a few like-minded friends whose names I had heard over the past couple years and who I now had made acquaintance with. And what a wonderful way to end a very special week of friends and family in the Far North!<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fU4sRafuXSQ/TX7WqczSLXI/AAAAAAAAAl8/u2pltWwN-Vo/s1600/Northland%2BSummer%2B128.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fU4sRafuXSQ/TX7WqczSLXI/AAAAAAAAAl8/u2pltWwN-Vo/s320/Northland%2BSummer%2B128.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584136612760137074" /></a><br />I enjoyed a few days with Mum while I sorted out what was to stay at her house, what I needed for my journey to the South Island and last couple months in NZ and what I might need for the next leg of my Earthwalk Journey, which by all accounts seemed to be heading back in the general direction of Australia, Africa and perhaps even South America before the end of 2011.Leanne Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524383042017147230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287703124415234166.post-58329831039012190312011-03-12T11:36:00.001+10:002011-03-12T12:01:41.274+10:00Hui in the HokiangaKauri Waihotanga – Indigenous Healing Gathering<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fI67RVCRJR8/TXrP0yZ9qxI/AAAAAAAAAjs/KXPdi0AceMM/s1600/Northland%2BSummer%2B005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fI67RVCRJR8/TXrP0yZ9qxI/AAAAAAAAAjs/KXPdi0AceMM/s320/Northland%2BSummer%2B005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583003193869970194" /></a><br />Friday afternoon came and it was time to make my way northwest toward the Hokianga. On my way through Kaikohe I stopped by to check on Keith, a Kaumatua (elder) I had met a couple years previously, and deliver some home baking and new season’s apples. He was looking well and although he had an appointment at his marae on Saturday he felt, that sometime during the course of the weekend, he would most likely come and join us at Moria Marae in Whirinaki where the Indigenous Healing Gathering was being held. <br /><br />Arriving in the rain I found the gathering already in progress which, due to the weather, meant everyone had made themselves comfortable in the wharenui (meeting house) and were enjoying sharing both story and song as a way introduction. It was an unexpected surprise to see Andrew, a recent acquaintance from Byron, sitting in the front row of the gathering. I realised that the dots on my web were beginning to connect and later learned that he had been in NZ for the past month attending a Universal Dance for Peace Gathering in the Coromandel. By chance people he had met there were travelling to the Hokianga for this gathering and he chose to delay his flight home by a couple days and come along for the ride. <br /><br />To my delight I also arrived in time to hear Angie’s crow story and Martin’s Earthsong. Ange is a very beautiful and gifted healer that travelled all the way from Alberta, Canada to attend Kauri Waihotanga. Her gifts are many and can been viewed on her website; www.aguenus.com Angie is Metis which means Mixed Blood in French and her people are a result of the relationship built around the Europeans (French, Irish and Scottish) coming to Canada and their dependency on the Cree First Nation Women. To be considered Metis you need to trace your linage back to this time, 1700's. Angie is the 7th generation Metis in her family. Martin on the other hand was on his third visit to NZ from Czech Republic, he felt NZ to be his true home and enjoyed sharing his gift of being able to tune in with the earth and allow whatever song needed to be sung to come through him.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Omkt_a2_zSU/TXrTwC2ksnI/AAAAAAAAAk8/dLWp7sMuHkw/s1600/Northland%2BSummer%2B027.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Omkt_a2_zSU/TXrTwC2ksnI/AAAAAAAAAk8/dLWp7sMuHkw/s320/Northland%2BSummer%2B027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583007510432100978" /></a><br />Angie, Margarita & Johnathan<br /><br />During the late afternoon and early evening a number of other friends and colleagues began to arrive accompanied by stories of incredible mass flooding, landslides and closed roads. Northland was getting a major cleansing and plans for the gathering and those travelling to attend were changing by the moment. It certainly wasn’t a night to be sleeping under the stars but that didn’t matter as there was plenty of space on the wooden deck to roll out my swag, raise my mosquito net and enjoy being warm and dry while listening to the rain coming down on the corrugated iron roof. <br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J46E37wV3Gs/TXrP08_hP3I/AAAAAAAAAj0/4zAQSvZ9Zn0/s1600/Northland%2BSummer%2B006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J46E37wV3Gs/TXrP08_hP3I/AAAAAAAAAj0/4zAQSvZ9Zn0/s320/Northland%2BSummer%2B006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583003196711845746" /></a><br />The next day dawned with a clear sky, an absolutely saturated earth, clear crisp colours and fresh clean air. Unbeknown to us we had spent most of the evening on an isolated section of the north island, a sea of land and a land of water, flooded rivers and roads surrounded us yet our patch of ground remained high and relatively dry. This brought a slow start to Saturday morning but the men got on with erecting the tepees and by 10am people had started to arrive. After a short Karakia and sage ceremony with the other participating healers, sacred space was opened and we began work. Butch Campbell, of Cherokee origins who has chosen to walk the path of the Cree, took on the responsibility of Master of Ceremonies and held our healing space at the quiet end of the marae grounds while workshops, music, food stalls and Uncle Dave on his guitar with his Elvis songs kept the rest of the visitors entertained at the other end. <br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U9rcDpZSRjc/TXrP1nAYXkI/AAAAAAAAAkM/O_Y5jsYuyaY/s1600/Northland%2BSummer%2B024.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U9rcDpZSRjc/TXrP1nAYXkI/AAAAAAAAAkM/O_Y5jsYuyaY/s320/Northland%2BSummer%2B024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583003207989747266" /></a><br />I enjoyed holding sacred space for a number of people from both near and far and was pleasantly surprised by the amount of information that came through me to them at the end of each session. Among my visitors for the weekend was a German woman from Findhorn which I felt was an unusual and perhaps synchronistic meeting when part of the original guidance for Earthwalk made mention that the 13th site may be activated externally and coordinated from Findhorn in Scotland. www.findhorn.org <br /><br />I was also fortunate to share some time and space and experience a healing session with John Edzerza, from the Tahltan Nation of British Columbia. John is the Minister of Environment within the Yukon Territorial Government and was able to provide a first-hand and very interesting insight into the current situation of North American Indigenous Peoples and how they are held accountable to different laws than regular Canadian citizens. A very obvious example of changes required within western Government policy so that we may honour and respect each other as equals. <br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o_QwHQggDrg/TXrP1KP0AqI/AAAAAAAAAj8/PPFt4DU8zpM/s1600/Northland%2BSummer%2B010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o_QwHQggDrg/TXrP1KP0AqI/AAAAAAAAAj8/PPFt4DU8zpM/s320/Northland%2BSummer%2B010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583003200269845154" /></a><br />Taking into consideration those participating and those attending, Kauri Waihotanga Indigenous Healing Gathering really was an international affair. Although there were not as many Kuia and Kaumatua as I thought may have attended there must have been at least 15 different nationalities represented . . . living proof of an ancient tribe that is beginning to gather around the world. And I take my hat off to Katrina and Curtis Kaio for holding their vision and seeing it through under at times what seemed to have been quite difficult circumstances to create the space for this inaugural event to take place.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybnYvTwCSEo/TXrP1aIAaGI/AAAAAAAAAkE/5ZyOkyq-GxU/s1600/Northland%2BSummer%2B015.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybnYvTwCSEo/TXrP1aIAaGI/AAAAAAAAAkE/5ZyOkyq-GxU/s320/Northland%2BSummer%2B015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583003204532070498" /></a><br />A few activities that made this Wananga quite unique and different than any other I had attended to date were both the workshops and the live music . . . and what a wonderful way to spend Saturday evening, dancing on the grass beneath moon and the stars. I also thanked Tattane, a participating healer from Eastern Bay of Plenty, for sharing another, and perhaps more appropriate, translation of Aotearoa - long threshold to the world. Ao – world, Tea – threshold, Roa – long. It reminded me of the plaque at Cape Reinga that had caught my attention when I was called to do earthwork there at the beginning of last year . . . <br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tLg6E8hTXVs/TXrSGnxpwpI/AAAAAAAAAk0/21R5t2OZNfw/s1600/A%2BGreat%2BLight.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tLg6E8hTXVs/TXrSGnxpwpI/AAAAAAAAAk0/21R5t2OZNfw/s320/A%2BGreat%2BLight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583005699277439634" /></a><br />Little Aotearoa really is going to lead the world into the New Age of Light!<br /><br />Our weekend passed in no-time yet Friday seemed to have been a lifetime ago. From an absolute abundance of water at the beginning, Moria Marae ended up completely without for the last 24 hours of the gathering and as we gravitated back toward the river for bathing we were reminded of the simplicity of life. The weekend also coincided with two deaths in the area and a break in the program in order for those who were called to attend the tangi (funeral) . . . it seems there was a whole lot happening throughout the dimensions this weekendwhcih brings to mind the understanding of the saying; as above, so below!<br /><br />The Poroporoaki (farewell gathering) was a wonderful family affair shared by all who remained on the Marae on Sunday evening. I observed myself sitting on the ground at Katrina’s feet, a tired little light-worker I was yet I still felt a familiarity of having been there before, different time, different space but definitely the same soul group. Based on a foundation of unconditional love, without any external financial assistance, Kauri Waihotanga had been a success and would hopefully pave the way of many more Indigenous Healing Gatherings both in Aotearoa and abroad in the future. There was not one person present who had not in some way been touched by the experience of participating in such a unique gathering of Spirit.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-choI7eX4aJ4/TXrSFa9f0FI/AAAAAAAAAkU/QtuoJmgaCSU/s1600/Northland%2BSummer%2B026.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-choI7eX4aJ4/TXrSFa9f0FI/AAAAAAAAAkU/QtuoJmgaCSU/s320/Northland%2BSummer%2B026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583005678657589330" /></a><br />Three tired little Lightworkers<br /><br />The following day we were gifted by an unexpected visit of a local Kaumatua and as a result made the most of the opportunity to share in another circle for a couple of hours before moving on. That afternoon I accepted a few of the invitations that had been extended to visit new and old friends in the Hokianga. This included a trip up the mountain to the house of Rod and Alex Land where I enjoyed a picnic lunch with Stephen, a magnificent view over the Hokianga Harbour and an afternoon listening to Rod explain his thesis before being chased off the property by Alex on his trumpet ;-) <br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rp7SaVihTeU/TXrSFmE5tfI/AAAAAAAAAkc/knc7UvnLHaU/s1600/Northland%2BSummer%2B034.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rp7SaVihTeU/TXrSFmE5tfI/AAAAAAAAAkc/knc7UvnLHaU/s320/Northland%2BSummer%2B034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583005681641436658" /></a><br />My visits of course would not have been complete without stopping by to say gidday to Tane Mahuta, the first tree that I was able to hear speak and Colt and Cassie, my friends of the forest in Waipoua. It was lovely catching up with Cassie who I had not seen since leaving the forest in May last year. We shared a hot cup of tea and a wedge of homemade blackberry pie before I excused myself for a much needed epsom salt bath in the spring waters of the Waipoa forest and a night at the lookout, the perfect prescription to recharge the batteries after a weekend of energy work. What I found interesting however was that I did not notice such a difference between my vibration and that of the vortex as I had 9 months previously. This made me curious; had my vibration changed or had the vortex’s vibration changed or both? Or, had the vortex and I become one that now when one changed the other did simultaneously?<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1EX_Cxc3ldk/TXrSGUG5Q4I/AAAAAAAAAks/kTVy7StMAcE/s1600/Northland%2BSummer%2B029.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1EX_Cxc3ldk/TXrSGUG5Q4I/AAAAAAAAAks/kTVy7StMAcE/s320/Northland%2BSummer%2B029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583005693997826946" /></a><br />I must have been tired as for the first time in a long time I allowed myself to just take it easy, there was no urgency to ‘be’ anywhere else but where I was each moment of each day. I enjoyed a day of reading, swimming and walking before sharing another more relaxed evening with Angie and Butch at Katrina and Curtis’s house. And I thought Katrina was just joking when she said that she had saved me some crayfish for supper but to my absolute delight she was serious . The following day I took my book and picnic lunch to the beach at the Hokianga Harbour mouth and enjoyed more time relax and soak up some vitamin D from our magnificent sun. An ice-cream on the jetty at Opononi reminded me of my childhood before making a scenic drive back to one of my treasured homes at Peter and Maree’s in Waimate North.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2CjkhUk0r0s/TXrSGHmsmsI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XiaAYhAVPh0/s1600/Northland%2BSummer%2B031.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2CjkhUk0r0s/TXrSGHmsmsI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XiaAYhAVPh0/s320/Northland%2BSummer%2B031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583005690641554114" /></a>Leanne Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524383042017147230noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287703124415234166.post-91383207333767160772011-02-11T14:04:00.004+10:002011-02-11T14:16:20.210+10:00House-sitting in my Hometown<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eWgF0Vftorw/TVS1-3ViklI/AAAAAAAAAiE/ZrXgpBuowzc/s1600/Coromandel%2B123.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eWgF0Vftorw/TVS1-3ViklI/AAAAAAAAAiE/ZrXgpBuowzc/s320/Coromandel%2B123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572278730574959186" /></a><br />On my way north from Auckland I ended up spending an afternoon with Elandra, a wonderful woman of Danish origins who having been brought up in NZ had spent most of her life in California and Kauai (Hawaii) with Antion her husband. They have recently returned to Orewa and a life that takes them on an annual migratory route between Bali and New Zealand. Michael Fleck, a networker of note that I met at Prana, had put us in touch when I mentioned that I was looking into running a joint w/shop with Toby in Kauai later in the year. As Elandra is an author, a yoga teacher and energy medicine practitioner we had a lot in common so much so that we hardly touched on Kauai, however that alone is good enough reason to meet again.<br /><br />My next port of call was Elle’s house between Orewa and Waiwera which had been described to me by Vernon and April as a round house on top of the hill between the two towns, where a lady lived that I had a lot in common with. Coincidently Elandra was also a friend of Elle so we gave her a call and invited ourselves up for afternoon tea . . . an engagement that turned into an energy healing session, supper, an introduction to the work of William Henry, an Investigative Mythologist, and an overnight stop in what Elle’s friends refer to as the Lighthouse but I felt to call the House of Light. Elle holds a very special space on the north side of NZ largest city with views for 360 degrees and line of sight with a number of extinct volcanoes. It would certainly provide front row seating if and when any of them ever decided to wake-up!<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I4_OkOhzz5w/TVS1_IXsBiI/AAAAAAAAAiM/YLst3Sr7fuc/s1600/Coromandel%2B125.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I4_OkOhzz5w/TVS1_IXsBiI/AAAAAAAAAiM/YLst3Sr7fuc/s320/Coromandel%2B125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572278735147370018" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TVS1_ciggSI/AAAAAAAAAiU/pNVtjU_K1Vw/s1600/Coromandel%2B127.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TVS1_ciggSI/AAAAAAAAAiU/pNVtjU_K1Vw/s320/Coromandel%2B127.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572278740561461538" /></a><br />I could have stayed with Elle for days, watching videos, reading books from her extensive library and sharing stories however I still had to call in on Beatrice, a friend in Puhoi and wanted to have some time with Mum in Whangarei before making my way up to the Bay. I did have to collect some money from Beatrice for an energy session she had with me at Prana however the main reason to visit was to check out her Retreat centre, “The Barn” and her home space in Puhoi as a future workshop venue. And wow, what an amazing space that is easily accessible to Auckland yet right in the country side with an absolutely beautifully finished house and barn that is ideal for anything and everything. <br /><br />It was good to have a couple of night with my Mum before heading north to my house-sitting job in my hometown and what better place to take a week out to rest and catch up with myself than the Bay of Islands in mid-summer? Thanks to my mum’s boyfriend Jim, I had a house to take care of and Blanco (white), his black cat, to take care of me . Located in the heart of Paihia I enjoyed a wonderful view across the Bay to Russell, Tapeka Point, the Treaty Grounds, Kerikeri Inlet and the Black Rocks . . . there was a sailing regatta on and the Bay was full of sails for most of the week and when it wasn’t we were hosts to three different cruise ships passing though. <br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TVS1_sKsyhI/AAAAAAAAAic/Y3VfDnRvLCk/s1600/Bay%2Bof%2BIslands%2B005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TVS1_sKsyhI/AAAAAAAAAic/Y3VfDnRvLCk/s320/Bay%2Bof%2BIslands%2B005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572278744756570642" /></a><br />Arriving at the tail end of cyclone Wilma reminded me of my last visit to Paihia for the Treaty of Waitangi Tribunal Hearing in May last year when the sky gods certainly made their presence felt! Coincidently it was from that story that friends from Switzerland, Christine and Christian Pellegrini, supporters of SIDECOLE, a former donor of Conservation Lower Zambezi from the days of my NGO work in Zambia, were inspired to visit. Little did either of us know however that they would be visiting the Bay of Islands at exactly the same time I was, and not only that but they had chosen to stay in Opua at the B & B of my former High School Principal and his wife.<br /><br />Synchronicity or coincidence, hmmm, me thinks there were just too many coincidences for our meeting to be anything but synchronicity! What amused me even more was the itinerary that Christine had created for both her and Christian during their month in NZ. They had chosen many of the areas that I had been taken to during my journeys both last summer and this summer which to me was a perfect example how even when we are not walking completely consciously of our multi-dimensional reality or the purpose of our journey we still end up being exactly where we are meant to be when we need to be there. Perhaps this emphasizes the importance of following our feelings everyday and not only when we are planning our vacations. <br /><br />I enjoyed my days catching up with my blog, taking a daily swim across to Motu Maire Island and evening walks along the beach. Shopping at the farmers market on the village green was a pleasure and provided a perfect opportunity to meet a few of the many Europeans who now call Paihia home. I also enjoyed some very interesting conversations with a Jewish man who having been brought up on a Kubutz in Israel has lived in Paihia almost as long as I have been away. I was overwhelmed by his strong belief system and his concern for me that I am being led astray by the devil. Interesting that he asked me how I would feel if at the end of my life I discovered that I had been living a lie? All I could respond was that at least I would have enjoyed my journey . . . I feel he was concerned that I wasn’t taking life seriously enough but the truth be known is that I took life far too seriously for far too long . . . it’s time to have fun! After all are we not here on earth to appreciate the simplicity of life, the beauty of living in the moment, and this physical body that enables us to explore the world through our senses! <br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OqTNkmDL7AY/TVS1_y7mYsI/AAAAAAAAAik/W2jMkloOABY/s1600/Bay%2Bof%2BIslands%2B009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OqTNkmDL7AY/TVS1_y7mYsI/AAAAAAAAAik/W2jMkloOABY/s320/Bay%2Bof%2BIslands%2B009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572278746572284610" /></a><br />My idea of catching up on my blog didn’t manifest quite how I imagined it would due to getting busy with private clients and social engagements . . . yes, learning to live in the moment and enjoy what each day brings! Peter, Maree, Christine and Christian came for supper on Saturday night and then on Sunday after a night of torrential rain and much flooding Peter and Maree took me over to Russell to visit a few friends of theirs. Our first port of call was with a well known Kiwi artist by the name of Lawrence who had just returned from a journey to Antarctica, and his wife Gretta who had the most incredible garden I have seen all summer. They invited us to share lunch and their amazing space in Russell where Peter gave me the guided tour of the house, a tribute to a number of great New Zealand artists and their work. <br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TVS3UtgvBfI/AAAAAAAAAi8/S0X1hKf6Xn8/s1600/Bay%2Bof%2BIslands%2B017.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TVS3UtgvBfI/AAAAAAAAAi8/S0X1hKf6Xn8/s320/Bay%2Bof%2BIslands%2B017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572280205406307826" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dRJnn2oganw/TVS3URhjRaI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ZTBV9pfPnc8/s1600/Bay%2Bof%2BIslands%2B013.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dRJnn2oganw/TVS3URhjRaI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ZTBV9pfPnc8/s320/Bay%2Bof%2BIslands%2B013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572280197893539234" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TVS3UCAOneI/AAAAAAAAAis/uRyB-JHnrPs/s1600/Bay%2Bof%2BIslands%2B012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TVS3UCAOneI/AAAAAAAAAis/uRyB-JHnrPs/s320/Bay%2Bof%2BIslands%2B012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572280193727241698" /></a><br />After lunch we took a walk a few doors down the road to the house and studio of Helen Pick, another inspiring artist and the mother of Rua Pick who coincidently had shared the same 6th form art class with me. The synchronicity came when on my most recent return to New Zealand Rua had found me on facebook and I had learned that he was responsible for bringing through a number of the ancient paintings that were woven through the book, Song of Waitaha. Extraordinary listening to Helen describe Rua’s journey and amazing how we were becoming reacquainted through our work with Waitaha. All in all we enjoyed a lovely afternoon together sipping bubbly and exploring Helen’s studio and garden while Peter and Helen’s husband Andrew visited the boat and talked sailing . . . <br /><br />Monday morning came with an invitation to join Christine, Christian, Frank and Vanessa and a few of their friends for supper at their home in Opua. An invitation which I graciously accepted wondering what it would be like to share supper with my former Principal. In between work and play that day I couldn’t help reflecting on the most extraordinary journey my life had been in the last 25 yrs since I left high school. And observing myself at supper I began to realise just how much my world has evolved and expanded through my experiences of the last 20 yrs as a nomad. It helped me appreciate how fortunate I am for each and every experience that has shaped me into who I am and the many more that will continue to shape me into the person I am becoming!<br /><br />Maree had a work supper on Tuesday night so Pete and I made a date to collect a few bins of seaweed for their garden. An exercise that took no time at all thanks to the recent storm which left us plenty of time to take walk along the beach to Waitangi. We decided to go as far as the yacht club and then on our way back were wooed on to the foredeck of the Sugarboat, formerly Kelly Tarlton’s shipwreck museum, with live music and a happy hour. Conversation ranged from Africa, art, sailing, love and life through to the journey of awakening . . . it really was lovely to share an impromptu and relaxing evening out with a good friend. Oh how I used to take those evenings out in Addis for granted . . . well not really but as we went out for supper most evenings when we were in town on business it wasn’t the novelty it now is, or maybe I am just looking at my experience through different eyes.<br /><br />I enjoyed a couple quiet days before it was time to clean up and pack up for the next leg of my journey. There were a number of people travelling up from further south for the Kauri Waihotanga, Indigenous Healing Gathering in the Hokianga and I had arranged to meet everyone at Pete and Maree’s space in Waimate North for a Pot Luck dinner the night before. As usual some that were coming didn’t make it and others that weren’t showed up and as it happened everyone who was meant to be there was.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qlMlwd93Nng/TVS3VdWZA2I/AAAAAAAAAjM/VuyTkCu8DAc/s1600/Northland%2BSummer%2B003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qlMlwd93Nng/TVS3VdWZA2I/AAAAAAAAAjM/VuyTkCu8DAc/s320/Northland%2BSummer%2B003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572280218247824226" /></a><br />I arrived in time to help Peter and Maree do a quick tidy up and then for Maree and I to take Buddha for a walk and us for a swim down in the river, a perfect way to clear a day’s accumulation of esmog! And to our delight not only were Valesi and Minni there to meet us but just as they were leaving home Peter Harrison, a very special tohunga from Kaitaia and my favourite star teacher had arrived and they had brought him too. The funniest thing is that as I was baking a cake that morning, which I have to admit crumbled as I tipped it out of the cake tin, I had thought of Peter and his visit with me in the very same space the year before and how he had explained that ‘gravity is the glue that holds everything together’ and as I put the pieces of cake back together I couldn’t help but laugh that I had forgotten to put the gravity in! And little did I know he would be partaking in the very same cake with us that evening.<br /><br />We shared a lovely supper and before we even managed dessert Peter was in the kitchen cooking up some local herbal preparation in order to dispel the mosquitoes, Lots of wonderful connections made and Maree and Peter H are already making plans for the Traditional Medicine Workshops that they are going to prepare in their magical space in Waimate North.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TVS3U_xH2iI/AAAAAAAAAjE/NKYiuML-TMI/s1600/Northland%2BSummer%2B001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TVS3U_xH2iI/AAAAAAAAAjE/NKYiuML-TMI/s320/Northland%2BSummer%2B001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572280210306882082" /></a>Leanne Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524383042017147230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287703124415234166.post-78944560288497008262011-02-10T13:22:00.013+10:002011-03-31T13:08:02.495+10:00Coromandel, a dance of discovery through uncharted dimensions, dragons included!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OJ0cAlZRszs/TVNi6UpnMZI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dt6xm4aPyow/s1600/Coromandel%2B083.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OJ0cAlZRszs/TVNi6UpnMZI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dt6xm4aPyow/s320/Coromandel%2B083.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571905918102614418" /></a><br />After a couple hours in my cocoon day dreaming of dragons I surfaced and prepared a space for Tejas and I to share supper. The interesting thing was that when I took a short cut through the neighbour’s camp to the nearest long-drop I noticed a book about dragons sitting on their table. And, if that was enough to get my attention, I came back to discover a wasp devouring a dragonfly on our picnic blanket . . . it made me realise something was up and that we might just be in for a bit of an adventure on our little walkabout! <br /><br />We shared a yummy smoked salmon salad and stimulating conversation until the call to be horizontal became greater than the desire for any more mind stuff and I enjoyed a peaceful night floating along the waterways of the dreamtime. That was until a forest full of tui (native NZ songbirds) woke me from my slumber with their dawn chorus, a gift befitting of the occasion coming in loud and clear from the branches above. It was rather lovely not to have to be anywhere in a hurry, just to be able to lay in bed and listen to the river and the forest as it woke to another day dawning . . . how relaxing it is to go with the flow of the natural rhythms of our earth.<br /><br />Physically I was still a little delicate and had no desire to go rushing off in search of any mountains to climb however it was a beautiful day and after a morning meditation, a bowl of muesli and a conversation that picked up where we left off last night, it was time to take a bath in the nearest silver and gold infused stream of the Coromandel after which I happily certified myself fit to travel albeit ‘gently’ onward. As Tejas had also spent a little time on Todd’s table the previous morning, we shared a mutual understanding that it was very important to be extra kind to ourselves for the next few days. <br /><br />Onward and upward. . . we headed north along the coast soaking up some spectacular scenery accompanied by stories from Tejas about the people and places he had been associated with at different moments in time. Then it was time to turn inland and traverse the mountains and Kauri forests of the central peninsula en route to west coast and the tiny township of Coromandel. Tejas turned out to be a very compatible travelling companion, not only is he a wizard of note, but he also knows much of the history of the land and people of the Coromandel and enjoys sharing his knowledge and wisdom.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R54ysBKzvnw/TVNdZu4mwYI/AAAAAAAAAgE/7Y0RLz3k0sA/s1600/142.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R54ysBKzvnw/TVNdZu4mwYI/AAAAAAAAAgE/7Y0RLz3k0sA/s320/142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571899860651000194" /></a><br />After lunch in an idyllic natural swimming hole we stopped to pay our respects to the local Kauri population taking an extra few moments in time to introduce a German couple who were on their honeymoon to our giants of the forest. Making music and meditating was the flavour for the forest, words were not needed when surrounded by such natural beauty. Although saying that a stop in town to stock up on a few days of fresh supplies and work out where we might spend our next evening soon reconnected us with 3D reality. As you may have guessed we did our best to do what we needed to in the shortest amount of time so as not to dwell in the static any longer than needed. Coincidently this included a last minute stop at the info centre to pick-up a map of the DOC (Dept of Conservation) campsites and just as we were about to depart in drove Michael, a beautiful young man overflowing with love and light energy who I had met and enjoyed some interesting conversations with at Prana.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TVNdZCV9b8I/AAAAAAAAAf0/Rm775ytqP_M/s1600/Coromandel%2B070.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TVNdZCV9b8I/AAAAAAAAAf0/Rm775ytqP_M/s320/Coromandel%2B070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571899848694525890" /></a><br />During 2010 Michael had been called to Peru and Bolivia for earthwork and it had been interesting comparing notes of what we were conscious was taking place with regard to activations and earth changes. More recently he had been called to give up his flat and make himself available and prepared to travel for the summer holidays. At Prana he had already connected with Fernanda and Donnell and they were feeling out the possibility of taking a journey to the south island together. At this stage I didn’t feel to join their whole journey but was keen to connect in Christchurch for Te Kohanga (Castle Hill) and perhaps journey back with them through Golden Bay or vice versa.<br /><br />We had a brief catch up and without hesitation I invited Michael to join us knowing, that as a fellow earthkeeper, who walked to the beat of his own drum, if he was called to share our journey he certainly would and if not we would see him when our paths next crossed. Meanwhile Tejas and I continued our journey, we had considered joining Kutse & Trudi, friends I knew from African overlanding days who had a campsite in Papa Aroha for the night, but when we called in it just didn’t feel right to stop there. I left a message with their daughter Rachel that we would be back in a few days time and we made our way further north. Our last stop was Colville and while Tejas took care of a little running repairs to his battery set up I sent a text to Michael just to let him know that we had had a change of plans and were heading north to Fantail Bay that evening. I had to laugh when I read his response that he was already on his way and expected to spend the night somewhere in the vicinity of Coleville.<br /><br />Weaving our way north along the picturesque Coromandel coastline at sunset reminded me why so many visitors fall in love with our beautiful homeland. The Coromandel, as with the Far north and Eastern Bay of Plenty lie well outside the momentum tunnel of consensual reality and all carry a feeling of harmony, a little more of a balance between work and play. These are spaces where time is only taken notice of when needed otherwise the weather that decides if it is a day for the farm or a day for fishing And at this time of year it was absolutely stunning, there was blue sky, sunlight dancing off the tips of the ocean waves and the Pohutukawa trees (NZ Christmas trees) out in full bloom painting the coastline a rainbow of colours.<br /><br />We enjoyed a quiet evening and an early night and by the time the morning came Michael had caught up with us . . . and then there were three. This reminded me of the work I had done recently with Raeline opening the Southern Birthing Gate of the Starry Whale Palaces of Lemuria at the head of the Great Australian Bight where it was brought to our awareness that there were three of us required for ceremony to shift the vibration out of duality. Also another memory of channelled info from John back in UK who had informed me that I will often walk with two men to perform the work required of me. We shared coffee and Christmas cake for breaky and enjoyed a catch up before Michael and I both felt to get on our way to Port Jackson. And as soon as I came over the final ridge and saw the bay beneath us I knew that was where we were meant to be as I had been shown the very same bay in a meditation a few days previously.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--RM3GNwpUa0/TVNeNhMPqUI/AAAAAAAAAgk/6ZWgjo8DHXc/s1600/Coromandel%2B094.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--RM3GNwpUa0/TVNeNhMPqUI/AAAAAAAAAgk/6ZWgjo8DHXc/s320/Coromandel%2B094.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571900750328473922" /></a><br />We stopped in at the office of the DOC camp to check it was OK for us to park our vehicles while we went for a hike. I thought we were to go to the highest most northerly point however had to pay attention to the local Kaitiaki (custodian) who, not having any idea why we were there, insisted that we should walk around the rocks at the base. While I was having this conversation Michael asked permission to use the telescope that was on the corner of the deck and after a while motioned me over. He could see a bright light surrounding the rocky point and suggested I take a look and see what I could see. Not being one who literally ‘sees’ so much I had not expected to see anything more than rocks and water so as you can imagine I was absolutely delighted when I was shown three different colours of fluorescent light emanating from the rocks around the point . . . we had work to do and our pathway had been illuminated to show us the way <br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MkBIphS30Jo/TVNdZtf3yXI/AAAAAAAAAgM/5g8oN761fbk/s1600/150.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MkBIphS30Jo/TVNdZtf3yXI/AAAAAAAAAgM/5g8oN761fbk/s320/150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571899860278823282" /></a><br />We packed our supplies of food, water, tea, cake and sunblock and headed out in the late morning sunshine along the beach on an out-going tide. The other landmark that caught our attention and curiosity was a pyramid shaped Island out off the cape that kept appearing and disappearing in the mist. Our first stop was at dragon rock, not quite sure that that was all about but it seemed very much like preliminary gateway work to something greater. Michael however was shown a cave behind us where a red crystal was sitting and after Tejas and I had moved on he was guided to return so that he could receive this into his heart. What was interesting was that during the course of our work both men ended up grazing themselves and shedding blood on the rocks. A coincidence or not who knows but next day I came across a passage in Gerry and Richard De Welles book, Grail Haven that referred to the importance of men sharing their blood with the earth . . . <br /><br />We picnicked on corn crackers, avocado, tomatoes, hummus and fresh seaweed on the beach at Cape Colville. Time to chat, swim and sunbathe and do a little beach combing where I received a piece of Paua for Tejas to give his Nubis toketoke (walking stick) that Grandfather Mackie had gifted him another eye and a complete rainbow coloured paua that went to Michael to represent his rainbow body. I then felt it the perfect time to go crab hunting for our dinner only it wasn’t long before I was called to the farthest most point on the Coromandel Peninsula by two beings Michael could see and communicate with. As Michael began to channel he explained that they were of Wai-ta-ha, the people of the white heart and the work we were assisting with this day was to open a fifth dimensional pathway that left the mainland along a rocky path which at low-tide looked like stepping stones at the tip of the Cape out toward Little Barrier Island and beyond, a pathway leading to the fifth dimension . . . there was much more shared in the moment that although seemed of much interest and importance at the time no longer resides in my conscious awareness.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-owTTU-fDNR4/TVNi6mZavKI/AAAAAAAAAhs/J1TL5gY7JB0/s1600/Coromandel%2B090.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-owTTU-fDNR4/TVNi6mZavKI/AAAAAAAAAhs/J1TL5gY7JB0/s320/Coromandel%2B090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571905922866527394" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TVNeNUHSRiI/AAAAAAAAAgc/GDecLeGiNhQ/s1600/Coromandel%2B091.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TVNeNUHSRiI/AAAAAAAAAgc/GDecLeGiNhQ/s320/Coromandel%2B091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571900746818012706" /></a><br />Onward and upward we scaled the heights of Cape Colville enjoying an afternoon snack of bracken buds and flaxseeds while through Michael, the ancestors entertained us with stories of the land and its people. And to honour the occasion and bring closure to our day of earthwork we joined with them in ceremony at the top of the hill, a site of an Ancient Pa. The only thing I distinctly remember was the ancestors joking that I had better learn a few more suitable songs because I was otherwise going to get pretty tired of singing the only one I knew with the work that was to come ;-). It was here that I felt called to gift Tejas a piece of Ponamu shaped as a heart, another adornment for his beautiful toketoke. <br /><br />What an incredible day dancing through dimensions, a day that left us energetically charged and physically exhausted . . . three little earthkeepers coming into land dreaming how wonderful it would be to have fresh fish for supper. And within 5 mins of returning to camp our simple request to the universe for a little assistance in nourishing our bodies after a day of service was answered. On my way to the loo I got chatting to a couple kids who had just come in from an afternoon fishing with their Dad and my way back was handed a kahawai (sea trout) and a lovely pan sized snapper . A walk to the office to pay our fees revealed a free fire pit and 20m further on a stack of dry driftwood and fresh water shower . . . so reassuring to have landed back in heaven for another special evening sharing supper and stories with fellow earth-keepers . <br /><br />Sunrise, yoga, meditation, a swim in the sea and a shared breaky . . . what better way to start a day? The boys were keen to explore Fraser Bay and I was keen to return to a grove of very old Pohutukawa trees that had called me on my way up the coast so that I could rest and explore my book; Grail Haven, Journey to a Sacred Well. And all worked perfectly . . . I enjoyed my morning swimming and reading and the boys returned from their explorations in time to share lunch and more stories of pyramids and dragons. <br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TVNj-_EQ6iI/AAAAAAAAAh0/dfotpajIQB0/s1600/Coromandel%2B096.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TVNj-_EQ6iI/AAAAAAAAAh0/dfotpajIQB0/s320/Coromandel%2B096.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571907097719794210" /></a><br />Tuning in we learned that the special space on that particular point of the Peninsula where the sweet waters met the salt where I had been called was a place of conception. A place where couples could come to conceive light children, babies of higher vibration, that are waiting to come on to the earth plane. It was of little surprise when Michael went down to the ocean to clean another snapper that Tejas had been given that he was encouraged by the spiritual guardians to move a little further down the beach as this was a place to be kept to honour life. <br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dYVcw7MyleM/TVNeN8FjFDI/AAAAAAAAAgs/J5W9KXk4mZ0/s1600/178.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dYVcw7MyleM/TVNeN8FjFDI/AAAAAAAAAgs/J5W9KXk4mZ0/s320/178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571900757548143666" /></a><br />Our next stop was at Coleville, a tidal beach where a load of whales had been stranded almost a year to the day. I thought we might go for a walk but on the drive down the coast I had developed a severe pain in my sternum so instead I asked the guys if they could help me clear it. Tejas gave me one of his magic massages and although it helped I still felt uncomfortable. Michael’s turn and with a little etheric help not only did he shift whatever was causing the discomfort but he also helped clear some energetic debris of my mother’s that I had been carrying in my uterus. He was also the third person to detect the spark of a light being that I understand I have been carrying since my second drumming session almost 16 months ago and may one day bring into the world. It is interesting that after so many years I now find the prospect of bringing a child into the world quite exciting even though I know it will not happen until I manage to fully activate my own light body which I am beginning to understand will take place in stages during the course of Earthwalk. <br /><br />Now once the surgery was over I was rather delighted that the council responsible for directing Earthwalk chose to come through Michael . . . there was much humour but the gist of it was that I would need to make a journey to the south island, a journey that was more for my own activation, healing and preparation for work that I would have to do in Africa with regard to activating some fairly major earth crystals. The opportunity to return to my old stomping ground sounded like an adventure not to be missed so I responded that I have a passport am able and willing to travel if they don’t mind taking care of the other necessary arrangements ie; airline ticket, food, transport and accommodation which they agreed! I also asked when I would be required as I had made provisional arrangements to run a few of my own workshops and did not want to make any commitments that I could not fulfil. They responded that that this was not necessary but was up to me, they would be happy to work around me and that I will probably need to be in Africa by April/May 2011 . . . <br /><br />That evening we all returned to Papa Aroha and were most grateful to Kutse, Natalie, Simon and his cousin who had spent their day on a major hunter gathering mission. We enjoyed such a feast of fresh Kaimoana (seafood); seared scallops, raw fish, smoked fish and pan fried snapper that I am glad we didn’t make too many salads as much as I love my salad there was just no space left. Such a special evening that brought back many childhood memories of summer holidays on the coast . . . those long lazy days of summer that seemed to last forever. A summer in the southern hemisphere is certainly one of life’s experiences worth showing up for!<br /><br />The following morning we said our goodbyes and went our separate ways; Kutse, Trudi and family had another week at Papa Aroha before their summer music camp, Michael was heading back to Eastern Bay of Plenty to tidy up a few loose ends before heading south, Tejas had another week to visit communities on the east coast of the Coromandel and I was being called north. Tejas had gifted me a turquoise pyramid to help me navigate my way and my plan was to spend a few days with Mum in Whangarei and then a week house-sitting in my hometown before heading up to the Hokianga for the Kauri Waihotanga Indigenous Healing Gathering. I felt very fortunate to have shared such a magical journey discovering the unchartered dimensions of the Coromandel with two wonderfully knowledgeable, talented and gifted men. Thank you both until we meet again!<br /> <br />I chose to take the scenic route back to Auckland, one that I had never before taken, stopping for a picnic on a beach north of Miranda it also provided the perfect spot for a siesta directly across the firth of Thames to yesterday’s lunch stop. I wondered if there was any significance but was too tired to engage the thought any further, what did it matter anyway? Time to move on and I had to laugh when I saw a couple guys in a little vehicle that looked like it had just rolled out of a scene from the Flintstones. I asked if I could take their photo to send to my niece and nephew but John insisted that he take mine instead . . . <br /><br />The boys invited me back home for a braai, but as I already had a date booked with Fi I had to decline their kind offer and settled for a detour to fill my water containers from their spring and my basket with organic plums from the orchard . . . nothing like good Kiwi hospitality! John’s boss sounded like someone I might know if I lived in NZ however as that wasn’t the case I didn’t but I did leave an Earthwalk Project card for him should he have time to take a look at my website and be interested in supporting a non-profit organisation focused on the healing and evolution of people and planet. <br /><br /><br />I will leave you with a note I later received from Tejas of his onward journey . . . <br /><br />My journey after we parted took me for another week to cover the east side of Mount Moehau to complete the work. I started out at karuna falls community for a few days, connecting and meeting people there. Then I moved on to Moehau community at sandy bay. I met a few more people there, and needed an awful lot of sleep for days - processing and healing I guess. For a couple of days before I left, I couldn't understand why I kept thinking I was going to leave but couldn't get it to happen. As it turned out, it took a while but I was destined to meet the Dragon Queen Priestess of Moehau - a recluse living in the hills. It took her a few days to appear, and I guess I needed a few days to be energetically prepared for the meeting. She was another 'year-of-the-dragon', born only a few weeks before me, and we had a couple of days of full-on intensive exchange, included memories revealed of being of a group of 9 dragons who came to this earth long ago, and who agreed to have our wings bound and clipped in order to ground and process stuff on earth here until this time at the 'Shift of Ages' where we learn to unfold our magnificent wings and fly again. It was a fitting culmination to a mythical dragon-filled adventure.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPL5jgv6gvM/TVNeOKGBC-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/ftxyA10X5HQ/s1600/157.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPL5jgv6gvM/TVNeOKGBC-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/ftxyA10X5HQ/s320/157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571900761308204002" /></a><br /><br />DRAGONS . . . as ABOVE so BELOW<br /><br />The Uppper World:<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TVNgvLBriOI/AAAAAAAAAg8/PlWc_INLObw/s1600/175.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TVNgvLBriOI/AAAAAAAAAg8/PlWc_INLObw/s320/175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571903527517391074" /></a><br /><br />The Middle World:<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TVNdY0vRvMI/AAAAAAAAAfs/NJs6BRfemM4/s1600/Coromandel%2B067.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TVNdY0vRvMI/AAAAAAAAAfs/NJs6BRfemM4/s320/Coromandel%2B067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571899845042617538" /></a><br /><br />The Lower World:<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JC0j0IBcu-A/TVNgvRO6EoI/AAAAAAAAAhE/I9GI02EEPWA/s1600/Coromandel%2B079.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JC0j0IBcu-A/TVNgvRO6EoI/AAAAAAAAAhE/I9GI02EEPWA/s320/Coromandel%2B079.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571903529183482498" /></a>Leanne Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524383042017147230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287703124415234166.post-32432063409209983822011-01-26T11:11:00.006+10:002011-01-26T13:39:20.562+10:00Prana ‘Gaia Galactic 2011’ Festival<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT-TjX9xLcI/AAAAAAAAAfg/o9T74IKPRfI/s1600/Coromandel%2B050.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT-TjX9xLcI/AAAAAAAAAfg/o9T74IKPRfI/s320/Coromandel%2B050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566329900391017922" /></a><br />Having only attended one other festival; Island Vibe with the Whale Dreamers on North Stradbroke, QLD, Australia in October 2010, I came to Prana with really no expectations. All I knew was that the festival had been a happening thing on the Coromandel for the past 19 yrs and was possibly one of the largest new age festivals in the country. For various reasons a few of the usual Prana regulars who I had recently met had chosen not to participate in the festival this year however I did not allow this to cloud my vision or dampen my enthusiasm and proceeded to answer my calling and show up so that I may discover for myself what the festival was all about . . . and I am very pleased I did!<br /><br />Day 1 involved a short drive from Te Moata back through the misty rain to Tairua, time to stock up on a few essential supplies before continuing on to Prana Eco Retreat located on the east coast of the Coromandel just north of Whangamata. Donnell arrived the night before and had already set up our gazebo in the front row of the healers zone where we could easily be seen however as much as I appreciated her intention the space just didn’t feel right. I explained to Donnell that I trusted in vibrational attraction and after a bit of a wander through and around the boundaries of our zone we found a space just a little further back that we both felt would be way more conducive for our purpose. A space where not only could we not be crowded, we simply were not. <br /><br />It was fun consciously creating space for ‘Healers of the One Heart Race’. Relying on vibration is one step toward living in the world we are creating however what is important is that we are consciously sending out the vibration for what we wish to attract. So as we made our space and assembled our altar all was done with prayer and conscious intent. This however did not stop the drizzle which I was assured would last that afternoon and most of the first day of the festival as according to Prana’s long standing history the days of arrival for stall holders and participants were reputed to also be the days of cleansing.<br /><br />With our sacred space and meeting place prepared beneath the pine tree where I would roll out my swag each night, we shared a scrumptious supper of falafel and avocado before taking an evening wander to explore the Buddha field and the Global Village. Only we didn’t get very far beyond the Buddha field before being waved into Jyoti’s chai tent to hold space for a brother who was in a little bit of bother. <br /><br />Moving with the ebb and flow of the festival energy felt like the most natural way to be, our little corner of Jyoti’s chai tent soon became a healing zone and as we began our work some moved on while others came to hold space and observe the happenings. Energetic surgery took a little longer than I imagined it would but as no one was watching time that too was unimportant . . . once our work was complete Jyoti prepared us a lovely cup of chai and let us know that we were welcome to refill our cup at any time.<br /><br />We then moved on to the global village, Donnell kindly introduced me to all she knew and I her to all I knew . . . strangers were simply friends we hadn’t met and the atmosphere was one of family, community, warmth, peace, joy and love . . . wow I can’t believe it has taken me 42 yrs to discover my ideal feeling of what community life could and can be like. There was clearly an international community of festival going friends and families that had somehow managed to escape my awareness until now. And I soon began to realise Prana was the perfect space in which to network with like-minded local and international artists, practitioners, project coordinators and scientists who are bringing their gifts to a national stage and making an effort to raise awareness and human conscious on a global scale. <br /><br />And as we made our way into the main tepee to join the drumming circle and warm ourselves at the fire I was delighted to discover Tor Webster, of the Rainbow Serpent Project, sitting at none other than centre circle. A brother from Avalon last seen on the streets of Glastonbury in November 2009, a wonderful surprise and a great opportunity to catch up with each other as we shared stories of our last 12 months of adventure and discovery. We departed with a promise to connect for tea and cake next day which on festival time equated to about 3 days later after one of Gary Cooke’s inspiring talks on Sacred Sites and Ancient Mysteries . . . <br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT-TJUixAZI/AAAAAAAAAew/ETqC8IWtVSw/s1600/Coromandel%2B033.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT-TJUixAZI/AAAAAAAAAew/ETqC8IWtVSw/s320/Coromandel%2B033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566329452795855250" /></a><br /><br />Day 2 for us which was effectively day 1 of the festival was declared by Donnell and I as our day off. After a beautiful star filled night beneath the milky way the day dawned red and the clouds returned to complete the cleansing they had begun. A process that continued right through until the end of the opening ceremony that evening and as most participants were still arriving and setting up camp we decided to make the most of the opportunity to attend a whole bunch of interesting workshops. <br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT-TJIecDiI/AAAAAAAAAeo/lEczSW_eADQ/s1600/Coromandel%2B029.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT-TJIecDiI/AAAAAAAAAeo/lEczSW_eADQ/s320/Coromandel%2B029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566329449556479522" /></a><br />Opening Ceremony<br /><br />Workshops ran all day each day throughout five different venues, a multi-media tent for films, slide shows and presentations and multiple music venues for both local and foreign performers. Children had their own program of activities including nature walks and movie making playshops and there was a day care facility for when Mum and Dad both had places to be at the same time. There was something for everyone from meditation to martial arts, laughter yoga, music making, workshops channelled by the Arcturians, practical permaculture, sacred geometry, sacred sites, sacred journeys and the sacredness of our water with none other than my favourite waterkeeper! <br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT-TJszvvQI/AAAAAAAAAe4/avCIeTbeNSE/s1600/Coromandel%2B036.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT-TJszvvQI/AAAAAAAAAe4/avCIeTbeNSE/s320/Coromandel%2B036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566329459309526274" /></a><br />An amazing mulit-colour mulit-facted Orb!<br /><br />So many interesting and colourful characters . . . one who particularly caught my attention was Chris, the director of Oceans Watch. The passion, dedication and integrity with which he conducted himself and presented the story of his charity reminded me so much of Ian and I and our adventure into Conservation in Africa that I wanted to get to know him. And as one does, once his talk was over I asked him if he had ever experienced an energy healing session and when he responded no, I asked him if he would like to the following morning. The privilege to hold space for Chris was entirely mine and afterward we made the most of the opportunity to have a good chat. I also wanted to share my understanding of Earthwalk and its connection with the coming earth changes as I was now aware that Chris worked with a number of communities that lived at sea level, communities that may quite possibly need to relocate in the near future.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT-TIyYxR9I/AAAAAAAAAeg/tfk9BiSuLXY/s1600/Coromandel%2B024.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT-TIyYxR9I/AAAAAAAAAeg/tfk9BiSuLXY/s320/Coromandel%2B024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566329443627124690" /></a><br />Making music with our Maori flutes!<br /><br />I now understood why someone had suggested that I should not be too concerned about working on my first visit to Prana however I did have to earn my ticket so after being very busy but only having one paying client in the first two days I began the morning of day 3 with a word in the ears of the universe and set my intention to manifest sufficient paying clients to cover the costs of my healers ticket, camping, meals and the fuel and food for my journey through the Coromandel that I knew would follow soon after Prana . . . and so it was! And not only did I get to meet some extremely gifted individuals who found their way to our healing/meeting space but I also shared some interesting exchanges experiencing different modalities with a number of other neighbouring practitioners.<br /><br />Every session came with its own unique gifts tailored to suit each individual and I continue to do less and hold space for healing to happen so that I may learn more. One of the most interesting was realising that someone had a disruption within their nervous system, a good time to get out of the way and hold space for the etheric surgeons to come in. And, as I held space at my client’s head I could feel what I can only describe as neurosurgery taking place, it truly was an extra-ordinary experience. <br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT-TjNausZI/AAAAAAAAAfY/FBpc0CCmu0s/s1600/Coromandel%2B059.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT-TjNausZI/AAAAAAAAAfY/FBpc0CCmu0s/s320/Coromandel%2B059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566329897559699858" /></a><br />I also found it very difficult containing my excitement as I held space for Donnell to receive a transmission that contained the story of her role in the greater Earthwalk Project I was so excited that one of my team members had shown up that I had to keep reminding myself what it was like for me directly after and for the month that followed my transmission. The complete disorientation caused by a high frequency energy overload, not knowing to laugh or cry, not being able to think, being very content just to ‘be’ yet having to continually move my body to help integrate an energetic shift that I knew had just transformed my life in a very short space of time. <br /><br />It is interesting looking back at the similarities of our journeys to date as we had both had to bring closure to our lives as we knew it, make a conscious effort to heal ourselves and step into the unknown, to show up for what we had come here for without knowing in advance where we were headed. And now there are two of us to assure you that those choices have so far been well worth the effort . . . and who knows what adventures await us???<br /><br />The food at Prana was absolutely amazing, lots of organic living foods, raw foods and vegetarian delights all made consciously with an abundance of love and care that you could taste in every mouthful! It was also the first time I was introduced to the Wise Cicada, Gift Economy Cafe where there were no fixed or published prices and the customer decides how much to pay for their meal, an incredible concept that really asks people to make conscious choices based on personal values. And I must say the wheatgrass at Prana was the sweetest I have ever tasted and the stall holders did not hesitate to share their secrets of cultivation, of keeping their seedlings well hydrated and in the dark until it was time to introduce them to the sun.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT-Ti-074QI/AAAAAAAAAfI/UbMLSCLa9W0/s1600/Coromandel%2B042.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT-Ti-074QI/AAAAAAAAAfI/UbMLSCLa9W0/s320/Coromandel%2B042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566329893643084034" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT-Tirwn7JI/AAAAAAAAAfA/MejdJZgQWq8/s1600/Coromandel%2B038.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT-Tirwn7JI/AAAAAAAAAfA/MejdJZgQWq8/s320/Coromandel%2B038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566329888524725394" /></a><br />Prana ‘Gaia Galactic 2011’ New Year’s party was brilliant . . . more like a gypsy carnival than a festival and with so much sound, light and colour! And the time and effort some people had gone to with their costumes was really quite incredible. Donnelle, Ro and I were very grateful to my sister and her extensive wardrobe of angel/fairy cocktail dresses but that was nothing compared to what other people and their imagination had created.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT-TiyFziTI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/eKvynizf6Iw/s1600/Coromandel%2B045.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT-TiyFziTI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/eKvynizf6Iw/s320/Coromandel%2B045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566329890224179506" /></a><br />I loved the way that there was no separation between event organisers, stall holders, workshop presenters, artists, healers and participants. Everyone shared the same space and a common interest and outlook on life. Fernanda summed it up quite well when she said wherever you go and whoever you meet at Prana there is always a meaningful conversation to be had. I remember on the last evening of Prana lying on cushions at the edge of the chai tent listening to some of Russell Walder’s wonderful music when a young boy by the name of Blake just came right up and sat down next to me and we shared his apple pie and my chai along with stories about our lives . . . hmmm, community life where the whole community is responsible for the upbringing and welfare of the children.<br /><br />It was one of those long weekends that could have carried on forever which I guess in some ways it did just that . . . the morning everyone was packing up and leaving I had a couple more clients and it was mid-afternoon by the time we packed everything up and headed down the beach for a swim. For whatever reason we still didn’t feel like leaving so instead joined in and shared our last evening with the crew and stall holders that had remained and I am glad that we did. <br /><br />I finally got a chance to chat with Michael Fleck, an American/NZ Resident from Waiheke Island who is a networker of note and suggested a number of further contacts that I should make on my NZ travels. And as we shared our last cup of chai in Jyoti’s space along came Tejas, the engineer behind 19 yrs of Prana festivals and an absolute wizard on free energy devices who just so happened to be heading north into the Coromandel also. We shared the next couple hours completely absorbed in conversations that ranged from free energy and earth changes to crystals, Merkabah fields, DNA and light body activations! Tejas had also been seriously ill a few weeks previously, an illness that had been a final cosmic slap to remind him to get back on track as he had work to do! I invited him over next morning for an energy session before I left then rolled out my swag for my last night beneath my trusty pine tree.<br /><br />Only when next morning came my calling to head north was getting stronger along with the feeling that there was some earthwork to be done and as we were both heading in the same general direction I suggested to Tejas that it would probably be best if I escort him to his next destination so as that way he could rest after his session while I carried on. At this time he said that he didn’t really have a fixed destination if I didn’t mind he would be interested in joining me for whatever earthwork I was doing even though, as was becoming the usual, I had no idea yet what had to be done where only that I was to head north . . . and then there was two of us!<br /><br />I enjoyed a lovely relaxed cup of tea with Fernanda, Donnell and Michael Fleck during which I discovered that there had been a whale stranding here at Prana a couple years ago and it just so happened that Todd, who was at that moment giving Tejas a healing session, knew exactly where the whales had been buried. Tea and healing session completed, the girls had decided that they would not be joining us for our walkabout through the Coromandel so we said our goodbyes until our next meeting and while Tejas set about preparing himself for our joint venture Todd offered to take me for a walk to the whale burial site . . . only little did I know I was taking my own little journey to bury all of my old stories with the whales.<br /><br />When we got to the site Todd took me completely by surprise by offering to hold space for me to which I agreed without question and simply surrendered to the process . . . a process I am hoping to one day have the opportunity to experience again and learn more about. It wasn’t until we began and Todd asked if I was ready to let go of the whole Earthwalk story I had just spent the last 30 mins telling him about that I suddenly realised that it too was just another story that I would have to release in order for it to manifest as it was meant to which probably wasn’t much at all to do with what I thought was going to happen anyway. <br /><br />SO in that moment I simply said yes and as we worked our way through every other place of tension in my physical body, letting go of all the stories that they carried my mind became silent . . . so silent that by the end I couldn’t even hold a thought and at that moment the tears began to flow . . . I didn’t even know what they were for and it didn’t matter and for once I didn’t need to know, quite simply my tears needed to flow . . . time to surrender again . . . a never ending journey of surrender and I was so grateful for Todd’s gift and the integrity of the space he held for me . . . <br /><br />Once he left I took a long walk and swim . . . I didn’t know what I wanted in that moment except to be still and by myself. Not an ideal situation when I had just agreed to begin a walkabout with Tejas so I made my way back to camp, took a shower to wash my hair and prepare for our departure. Todd gave me a hug goodbye and as I burst into tears again I realised that I very much needed to find a space where I could allow myself time to process and integrate. Looking back now I should have chosen to stay another night however I let me head decide and chose to fulfil my commitment to Tejas only in doing so we really didn’t make it very far. When we stopped in Tairua to purchase something for supper and I couldn’t decide what I wanted to eat I knew then I needed a quite space to roll our my swag so that I could crawl into my cave for the evening.<br /><br />Tejas to the rescue knew just the spot . . . a little DOC (Department of Conservation) campsite up in the hills behind Pauanui where everyone used to gravitate toward after Prana Festivals of old. a quiet space where we could camp deep in the heartland of the crystal Coromandel next to a river . . . a perfect place for my next period of incubation!<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT-TI1aYZoI/AAAAAAAAAeY/LWbg3PVZYdw/s1600/Coromandel%2B026.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT-TI1aYZoI/AAAAAAAAAeY/LWbg3PVZYdw/s320/Coromandel%2B026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566329444439189122" /></a><br />For NZ Herald Concert Review on Prana copy and paste this link to your browser;<br />http://www.nzherald.co.nz/concerts/news/article.cfm?c_id=161&objectid=10698180Leanne Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524383042017147230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287703124415234166.post-80386766997759319582011-01-26T10:12:00.003+10:002011-01-26T10:23:33.019+10:00Christmas & making the most of the space in between<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT9nq2z8SLI/AAAAAAAAAdI/I4adoTmEO6M/s1600/Coromandel%2B002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT9nq2z8SLI/AAAAAAAAAdI/I4adoTmEO6M/s320/Coromandel%2B002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566281650418763954" /></a><br />Mum arrived down on the night of the 23rd and it was rather special to share a simple supper with my mum, my dad and my big sister. It had been two years since we last gathered and how my world and perception of reality had shifted since then. The wonderful and very grounding thing was that their perception of me was of little to no different as it had been two years ago which in its own way provided a very important anchor and point of reference for the very human side of myself. And the best thing was that as I no longer looked like an undernourished yogi who had just emerged from three months on the Indian Continent my family were no longer too concerned about my well being, so long as I was healthy, happy and enjoying my life that is all that mattered to them. There remain regular references to my future, the possibility of considering another relationship, establishing myself in a certain space and saving for retirement from my Mum however I do my best to explain that they are her fears and assure her that shaman don’t retire and like a good wine can only mature with age ;-)<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT9nq-4_ePI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/LQPcd2lvkZc/s1600/Coromandel%2B005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT9nq-4_ePI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/LQPcd2lvkZc/s320/Coromandel%2B005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566281652587428082" /></a><br />It was great to have a whole 24hours with Lotta and her family, 16 yrs was a lot to catch up on and the boys were very patient listening to the two of us talk non-stop during our afternoon exploring the reserves, ocean beach and estuaries of Ohiwa. Meanwhile as many Europeans tend to celebrate Christmas on Christmas Eve Mum had kindly volunteered to roast a leg of Lamb in honour of the occasion. We invited Brian over to share our Christmas Eve supper on the lawn which was followed by a campfire especially for the boys to toast marshmallows. It was not surprising that they thought this had been the best stop on their whole journey to NZ. And it would not surprise me at all if Lotta and her family considered immigrating to NZ in the not too distant future. She could also easily relate with my Earthwalk Project so we are both rather excited and curious to observe how this may manifest in the time to come.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT9nr5AHR9I/AAAAAAAAAdg/NPYYN2Z4Q5Q/s1600/Coromandel%2B007.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT9nr5AHR9I/AAAAAAAAAdg/NPYYN2Z4Q5Q/s320/Coromandel%2B007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566281668186556370" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT9nrb63pgI/AAAAAAAAAdY/KK33pzIuyC4/s1600/Coromandel%2B006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT9nrb63pgI/AAAAAAAAAdY/KK33pzIuyC4/s320/Coromandel%2B006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566281660379932162" /></a><br />Christmas morning came with a feast of Nick’s blueberry pancakes, a breakfast of abundance that was wonderful to share with friends. Then it was time to settle in for some quiet family time, Nick’s mate Mike joined us for lunch and Nick and I got to enjoy a leisurely ride along the beach in the afternoon. It made me wonder where I would be for Christmas 2011, my feeling was that the earth changes were beginning and that I may have to do a few miles before I get back to Aotearoa after the next journey. The future however will unfold in its own good time, for now I was enjoying my time with family and very grateful for Mum and Nick’s assistance with preparing myself and my paperwork for Prana. And seeing the first A4 copy of the Earthwalk logo took my breath away. Wow, does this have its’ own special vibration or what??? <br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT9nsF_OnyI/AAAAAAAAAdo/TsvX9qdLBo4/s1600/Coromandel%2B008.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT9nsF_OnyI/AAAAAAAAAdo/TsvX9qdLBo4/s320/Coromandel%2B008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566281671672504098" /></a><br />I had never heard of Prana until last summer when I ended up house-sitting for a friend who was attending the festival. And it was only when I returned to NZ this year that I realised I not only had the opportunity to attend as a healer but that it might also provide the perfect stepping stone into the Coromandel, a special corner of NZ that I had never before visited and felt very called to explore! And so be it! As I did not want to work 12 hours a day I organised permission to share my space in the Healers Zone with Donnell, a very gifted friend and energy worker from Tauranga. We had realised we had a connection when we met at the Wanangas I attended in Eastern Bay of Plenty last summer and Donnell had soon also realised that she also had an important connection with the island of Socotra, an island I had recently led a recce trip for Wildfrontiers which appears may be somehow linked to the Ancient Sacred Sites of the Earthwalk Project.<br /><br />Time to pack and say my goodbyes to family, Mum was heading back north, Nick as always had things to do and people to see and Dad had the rest of his life to ‘be’ in his favourite little resting space in Nick’s backyard overlooking Ohiwa Harbour. Goodbyes with Dad have always been an emotional affair and this day was no exception however when he managed to get out his little line of farewell for my next journey“ I wish you an enlightening Earthwalk’ my tears of sorrow turned into tears of laughter as I gave him an extra squeeze and said thank you, I hope so ;-).<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT9oDkv170I/AAAAAAAAAdw/5kP-CBTB210/s1600/Coromandel%2B013.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT9oDkv170I/AAAAAAAAAdw/5kP-CBTB210/s320/Coromandel%2B013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566282075066462018" /></a><br />I had two days before Prana to visit Te Moata, a retreat centre and workshop venue similar to Sharda that is situated on a mountaintop just north of Tairua on the East Coast of the Coromandel. Annie B had encouraged me to visit Te Moata when I first met her at Sharda a year ago and as I had a feeling that I would be busy after Prana I felt to make the most of the space in between and called in to share a couple nights with Dee, a friend from the Grandmothers of Pacifica Gathering, and meet Te Moata along with Jessie and Dave her custodians. <br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT9oEDVTbOI/AAAAAAAAAeI/msXljRqLeyA/s1600/Coromandel%2B017.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT9oEDVTbOI/AAAAAAAAAeI/msXljRqLeyA/s320/Coromandel%2B017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566282083276647650" /></a><br />And what a special space, I arrived in the early evening and spent the night catching up with Dee and her unique journey of awakening. The following day whilst doing our dharma which included cleaning bathrooms and gathering flowers, she showed me around the centre, the gardens and grounds. What a perfect place for shamanic w/shops, surrounded by all the elements with many kms of native bush trails to explore. How easy it would be to get lost in time, however I had made a date to be at Prana next day so I hoped that the opportunity might present itself again at a later date.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT9oEETDRiI/AAAAAAAAAeA/LuJ17elJPQs/s1600/Coromandel%2B016.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT9oEETDRiI/AAAAAAAAAeA/LuJ17elJPQs/s320/Coromandel%2B016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566282083535636002" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT9oD0S9oxI/AAAAAAAAAd4/LenPkUiUQFs/s1600/Coromandel%2B014.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT9oD0S9oxI/AAAAAAAAAd4/LenPkUiUQFs/s320/Coromandel%2B014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566282079240299282" /></a><br />We shared a lovely evening of stories over supper with Jessie and Dave the custodians of Te Moata. Such an extra-ordinary sequence of events that had brought them to Te Moata and what a special space they had been given to hold and care for during this important time on our planet. <br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT9oEWMuJRI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/VOTEIG2NY0o/s1600/Coromandel%2B020.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT9oEWMuJRI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/VOTEIG2NY0o/s320/Coromandel%2B020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566282088340923666" /></a><br />Te Moata<br />Web: www.temoata.org<br />Email: temoata@xtra.co.nzLeanne Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524383042017147230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287703124415234166.post-6738965216868955582011-01-24T12:58:00.008+10:002011-01-25T10:32:04.632+10:00Summer Solstice 2010, a 1 day event that evolved into 3 days of ceremony<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT4OygoJRjI/AAAAAAAAAb4/MW_d_beiYHM/s1600/Summer%2BSolstice%2B2010%2B020.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT4OygoJRjI/AAAAAAAAAb4/MW_d_beiYHM/s320/Summer%2BSolstice%2B2010%2B020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565902450391074354" /></a><br />As the solstice neared I had a calling to hold another Ayni Despacho Ceremony for the Earthwalk Project. It had been over a year since the first one we had held in Glastonbury on 11.11.09. Although preparing for the Despacho and holding the ceremony would require a little more physical effort that I was feeling up to at the time, I also knew that to deny my feelings would cause disruption to my otherwise very peaceful energy body a situation that I had no intention of creating just when I am getting used to living peacefully in harmony and balance. Once more one must make the most of the opportunity a solstice provides for clearing out the old and creating space for the new! And was it a coincidence or not that after many months of development Jurgen and I were in agreement that the Earthwalk Project website was ready to go live on 21.12.2010, a situation worthy of a celebration of its own!<br /><br />I also realised that for those travelling long distances an Ayni Despacho Ceremony would provide another opportunity on their list of possibilities to acknowledge and honour our earth on such a special occasion as having a full moon and lunar eclipse fall precisely on the solstice. Another way through which to appreciate the significance of such an extra-ordinary event and the perfect opportunity to experience what it is like working in sacred space at the level of the collective consciousness for the greater good of all. An opportunity to step out of their ‘me’ story and into the ‘we’ story if they chose to! <br /><br />After a relaxing weekend sharing time with my Dad and riding with my sister, Puawai and I spent Monday in preparation for our Ayni Despacho Ceremony and the Fire Ceremony that would follow. It was a pleasure to work beside Puawai who seems to have never forgotten how to honour her creativity. My preparations included browsing my sister’s pantry for suitable nuts, seeds and beans, a shopping trip to the local “Bin Inn” for inspiring sweets with a brief stopover at the $2 shop for stars, butterflies, feathers and other burnable offerings. I asked Puawai if she would accept the responsibility to prepare the Pachamama (Mother Earth) offering for our Fire Ceremony and never before have I seen such a beautiful and meaningful creation to honour our earth.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT4NJJ1sZgI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/_RdajjRgNZM/s1600/Summer%2BSolstice%2B2010%2B018.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT4NJJ1sZgI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/_RdajjRgNZM/s320/Summer%2BSolstice%2B2010%2B018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565900640387622402" /></a><br />It was also important to prepare ourselves which meant doing the laundry, clearing out the car and tidying up the house. I also felt it important to complete my story of our Journey through the Land of Mu so that I would be completely empty and open to receive whatever the next chapter of life had to offer me. This also meant having a light supper, washing hair and taking a candle-lit soak in a bath full of Epsom salts, an opportunity to reflect on another incredible year of adventure that I had experienced through living my dream, taking opportunities I had created as they came along and doing my best to live in the present and enjoy each and every moment! <br /> <br />A little bit about Ceremony and the Ayni Despacho . . . <br /><br />When conducting ceremony it is important to choose your space with consideration to others and the environment and assemble the three vital ingredients; purity of heart, sincerity of intention and conscious awareness of our interconnectedness with all that is. Then, share your intention with your imagination, follow your heart and intuition, and allow your left brain a rest while tapping into the unlimited potential of your creativity and simply allow your ceremony to evolve. <br /><br />Ayni Despacho<br /><br />Ayni – balance or right relationship, coming into right relationship within ourselves, with each other and with our environment.<br />Despacho – a bundle of prayers offered to spirit to assist our shift into balance<br />Kintu – collection of 3 coco or bay leaves in which to blow prayers<br /><br />Remembering that the way in which our ceremony unfolded is simply a guideline as when conducting your own ceremony it is important that you do what feels right for you be it calling in the Four Directions, Mother Earth and Father Sky, or calling on the presence of the Divine in whatever way this has manifest for you. Also of upmost importance is that you enjoy yourself, sacred space doesn’t have to mean serious space, it is honour and respect that must be adhered to which can be shared lightly and with laughter!<br /><br />Now back to the ceremony . . . <br /><br />I asked everyone that as they stepped inside to consciously step out of their ‘me’ story and into the ‘we’ story. And as Pania ushered everyone in through her gift of music, Puawai sprinkled sacred water, the traditional way of cleansing the spirit of each individual prior to entering sacred space and/or conducting ceremony.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT4NJXyfdqI/AAAAAAAAAbY/WVwGmnt0UQ0/s1600/Summer%2BSolstice%2B2010%2B002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT4NJXyfdqI/AAAAAAAAAbY/WVwGmnt0UQ0/s320/Summer%2BSolstice%2B2010%2B002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565900644132288162" /></a><br />A guideline to the Ayni Despacho . . . <br /><br />Firstly tune in and connect with the essence of what you wish to come into alignment with. <br />Starting with a cross of sugar, which represents Southern Cross, we added four dots of sugar in each quadrant for the four directions. Next we lay our kintus; generally speaking there are four for earth and sky and six for Mother Earth. Then a representation of the red road and the white one, which I understand are the energy lines, perhaps to you they may represent the masculine and the feminine, pieces of wool work well. We also used a blue ribbon for the middle road – the path of the dancer.<br /> <br />Then start in the Uku Pacha, under or lower world with seed, beans, sea salt (the salt of the earth) using any connotation of interpretation that comes to mind, especially focus on how the water and fire crack through the outer shell and produces life out of the unmanifest. <br /><br />Next layer the Kai Pacha or middle world is the flowers and fruits produced in this world, include an altar for the ancestors you can use a scallop shell or a cracker and place upon this gifts for them. Animal and plant sweets are good for bringing focus to their medicine, I cut little pictures from magazines that were relevant to the project, also play money or old train/plane tickets, herbs, flower oils, pictures of sacred sites, anything can be used and expanded upon to include many different aspects of the purpose of your Despacho.. <br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT4NJTh5EiI/AAAAAAAAAbg/zZrlkavXrDw/s1600/Summer%2BSolstice%2B2010%2B003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT4NJTh5EiI/AAAAAAAAAbg/zZrlkavXrDw/s320/Summer%2BSolstice%2B2010%2B003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565900642988921378" /></a><br />If you have easy access to fresh or dried flowers they are a great representation of the fifth world. Work your way up through to this world, allow everyone to place a personal wish before placing rainbows (our true colours) and clouds(cotton wool) over the top of this world. If at any time you feel/sense there might be something missing or not quite balancing up in this world, pause and tune in adding sugar for sweetness and love to any words that may come to mind.<br /> <br />Now onto the Hanac Pacha or upper world, the essence of all things considered divine, light beings, angels, Saints, Light of St.Germaine, Sun, Moon and Stars our Family of Light, Milky Way - candles are good here too, Heart (sweets) of the Great Mother, white chocolate buttons to honour the moon, our cycles and the alignment with our galactic centre that was in the process of taking place. <br /><br />I like to meditate and focus on everything beforehand putting everything out on platters for each world and connecting with the medicine available from each item. <br /> <br />Doing Despacho often brings unconscious fears and/or resistances up. Before starting ask for the help of your allies/jaguar to transmute any negative energies which may emerge from all present as they arise. And remember that during the ceremony there is always time and space for anyone to express themselves be that through offering a song, reciting a poem, playing an instrument or any other way befitting to the occasion, holding space for children to share there stories is also a very special gift :-) <br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT4NJjdJp6I/AAAAAAAAAbo/b9EmiRsld6E/s1600/Summer%2BSolstice%2B2010%2B011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT4NJjdJp6I/AAAAAAAAAbo/b9EmiRsld6E/s320/Summer%2BSolstice%2B2010%2B011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565900647264004002" /></a><br />Once complete wrap your Despacho up from bottom to top, left to right and encircle with a ribbon of your choice then wrap sacred cloth around until ready to burn. <br /><br />And what a special ceremony it was . . . 15 people from six different nationalities chose to join us for the Ayni Despcaho bringing with them their offerings and prayers, their gifts and their presence. Aged from 6 to 80 yrs all had something to offer and what a gift it was to have both youth and wisdom present. And was it a coincidence that the total number of people present came to 17 (8) a number that just so happens to be associated with the Earthwalk Project? Who knows? With our ceremony complete it was time for afternoon tea on the front lawn overlooking Ohiwa Harbour and an opportunity to meet the new members of our rainbow family while the rest of the tribe began arriving for a pot luck supper prior to our evening fire.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT4Oyw72QNI/AAAAAAAAAcA/4acRwgOAJfk/s1600/Summer%2BSolstice%2B2010%2B012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT4Oyw72QNI/AAAAAAAAAcA/4acRwgOAJfk/s320/Summer%2BSolstice%2B2010%2B012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565902454768681170" /></a><br />I did my best to meet and greet all as and when they arrived while assuring myself that there would be plenty of time to weave in supper and to prepare our fire in the process. The whole afternoon and evening seemed to flow effortlessly which of course is much because of the combined efforts of Puawai, my sister Nick and all the other angels that shared their light while tending to the more practical matters. And to my absolute surprise and delight some of the last guests to arrive was my dear Swedish friend Lotta accompanied by family and friends. Lotta had been on one of my African Overland expeditions in 1993, we had met again in Sweden during the fall of ’95 and in NZ during the summer of ‘96 and I had not seen her in 16 yrs. Although I was expecting to see them all on Christmas Eve I had no idea that they were coming to fire! <br /><br />As we assembled on the lawn I realised just how many people had been called to fire, there were 52 people present from many different backgrounds, ages, nationalities and walks of life, all indigenous of planet earth and all here to share sacred space and celebrate the Solstice! Wow, it seemed as though the events I had envisioned would take place last summer were in fact manifesting here and now! And the 53rd person bringing us to another 8 was Dad, who although he chose not to join our circle as it was past his bedtime, had performed to perfection his self appointed task as our parking angel. Thank you Dad and thank you Puawai for sharing a day with my Dad in your workshop of creation, a blessing that he cherishes and what a gift you were to help my Dad understand a little better the world I have chosen to walk in. A special gift from a special sister, I thank you.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT4NKLEABQI/AAAAAAAAAbw/JxfuLL2OeX4/s1600/Summer%2BSolstice%2B2010%2B021.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT4NKLEABQI/AAAAAAAAAbw/JxfuLL2OeX4/s320/Summer%2BSolstice%2B2010%2B021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565900657895933186" /></a><br />I sensed our fire ceremony was a first time event for many so I took a little time at the beginning to explain the gift of sacred space and a basic outline of the proceedings before opening that space and allowing the ceremony to unfold. People had been invited to bring with them anything they wanted to release and I had a spare stack of driftwood (issue sticks) for anyone who had forgotten, there was space in between for anyone felt called to express themselves and much to the delight of all we enjoyed plenty of song, music, drumming and dance not to forget a fantastic fire dance from Ra! Then it was time to pass around the bowl of popcorn kernals, the perfect and most entertaining vehicles for which to transport our dreams for the future through the transformative energy of fire into the ethers. <br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT4OzTH0IoI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/RSzLarpwH7g/s1600/Summer%2BSolstice%2B2010%2B061.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT4OzTH0IoI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/RSzLarpwH7g/s320/Summer%2BSolstice%2B2010%2B061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565902463945679490" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT4OzJoG5oI/AAAAAAAAAcI/FhRKFivRXPY/s1600/Summer%2BSolstice%2B2010%2B045.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT4OzJoG5oI/AAAAAAAAAcI/FhRKFivRXPY/s320/Summer%2BSolstice%2B2010%2B045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565902461396772482" /></a><br />Our evening went on into the night and although we were not privy to a view of the eclipse we had felt very blessed that the second largest rainfall recorded for 2010 in the Eastern Bay of Plenty had given us a day of grace in which to celebrate the Summer Solstice! It was also interesting to learn a little of the local history and the significant role that the Scandinavian people had played as the earliest recoded settlers in the area. And not only that but the daughter of Lotta’s friends had chosen to sing a song from her home country titled ‘Footsteps in the Sand’, a story that related directly to Manawa’s ancestors from the area. I felt this situation to be quite significant as it brings awareness to the reality that we are in fact our ancestors and during this special time on the history of our planet we are being called not only to heal everything from this life but also all that we have left unhealed from previous lives. <br /><br />A number of people stayed over the night and although some headed off next morning a group of 8 remained to do a little further earthwork in the area. With Karlos as our driver and guardian angel and Manawa as navigator we were taken first to Marumutu Marare, the marae of Manawa’s ancestors that sits in perfect alignment with a natural pyramid inland and Whakari (White Island) NZ’s most active volcano that lies 15 kms off shore. After visiting with the ancestors and local Kaitiaki we were called to the Pohutukawa tree in the east and here shared our songs and music in honour of the land and it people.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT4Ozi-kVdI/AAAAAAAAAcY/u_cmz2s8h4A/s1600/Summer%2BSolstice%2B2010%2B062.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT4Ozi-kVdI/AAAAAAAAAcY/u_cmz2s8h4A/s320/Summer%2BSolstice%2B2010%2B062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565902468201862610" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT4QRoge3tI/AAAAAAAAAcg/mak2X8VOfJg/s1600/Summer%2BSolstice%2B2010%2B065.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT4QRoge3tI/AAAAAAAAAcg/mak2X8VOfJg/s320/Summer%2BSolstice%2B2010%2B065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565904084593991378" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT4QR47X7RI/AAAAAAAAAco/TbgurwpbDlA/s1600/Summer%2BSolstice%2B2010%2B067.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT4QR47X7RI/AAAAAAAAAco/TbgurwpbDlA/s320/Summer%2BSolstice%2B2010%2B067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565904089001749778" /></a><br />Next stop was to the beach for a picnic lunch followed by a visit to Murawai’s Marae, perhaps another coincidence or perhaps not after all my work with the Spirit of Murawai last summer. Murawai’s Marae seemed in need of a little TLC (tender loving care) perhaps it too is due for a revival with the new energy of the next cycle? We were offered an out of season supply of fresh mushrooms and then headed for home where everyone enjoyed a relaxing afternoon sharing space in my sister’s special place. There was time for resting, healing and making music and in the afternoon while Nick, Fernanda and I took a ride along the beach the rest of the team created a driftwood sculpture of the phoenix, a Kaitaki of the Earthwalk Project and an offering to fire to honour our earth and the end of the 24 hour period of solstice celebrations that had taken place around the world. <br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT4QSDD-sjI/AAAAAAAAAcw/nAvWotUOu7E/s1600/Summer%2BSolstice%2B2010%2B068.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT4QSDD-sjI/AAAAAAAAAcw/nAvWotUOu7E/s320/Summer%2BSolstice%2B2010%2B068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565904091722199602" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT4QSaKEkiI/AAAAAAAAAc4/UTsSJj3rrQc/s1600/Summer%2BSolstice%2B2010%2B072.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT4QSaKEkiI/AAAAAAAAAc4/UTsSJj3rrQc/s320/Summer%2BSolstice%2B2010%2B072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565904097921765922" /></a><br />It was the 23rd of December, Mum was due down for Christmas and everyone mucked in to clean up Nick’s space, a very special and sacred space we had shared for the past few days. Once the work was done and Manawa had distributed her last batch of New Zealand Flower Essences, with which she is very gifted, we came together in circle to conclude our three very special days of ceremony . . . new friendships made and old bonds strengthened. Puawai surprised me with a lovely gift complete with its own story that I will allow to speak for itself and I presented each of our circle of light-weavers with a hand woven shawl from Ethiopia thanking them for their presence and support, for showing up, creating ceremony, holding space, and taking responsibility for the world we are dreaming into being!<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT4QSqnWGHI/AAAAAAAAAdA/G-BlMwmdzxE/s1600/Summer%2BSolstice%2B2010%2B081.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TT4QSqnWGHI/AAAAAAAAAdA/G-BlMwmdzxE/s320/Summer%2BSolstice%2B2010%2B081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565904102339516530" /></a><br />My gift from Puawai <br />Whale Bone - Creation<br />Mahia - that person, Ma (purity), hia (sound), <br />Kina - 5 potinted Star<br />Plaits - 3 AIO Christ Conciousness, Peace<br />Harakeke - Ha (breath of life), Ra (great enlightenment), Keke (sweetness)<br />Violet Feather from Phoneix - Violet flame of St Germain<br />and from Pania a natural sage candle for cleansing . . .Leanne Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524383042017147230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287703124415234166.post-14956436726297557032010-12-20T14:23:00.009+10:002011-01-23T18:54:35.965+10:00Journey through the Land of Mu!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TQ7bWVdehyI/AAAAAAAAAZE/T-vrLoacR_Y/s1600/Lightweavers%2Bin%2BLemuria%2B030.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TQ7bWVdehyI/AAAAAAAAAZE/T-vrLoacR_Y/s320/Lightweavers%2Bin%2BLemuria%2B030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552616567358785314" /></a>
<br />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 . . .
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<br />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.
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<br />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.
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<br />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.
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<br />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.
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<br />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.
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<br />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!
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<br />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!
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<br />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!
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<br />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.
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<br />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!
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<br />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.
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<br />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!
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<br />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.
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<br />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!
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<br />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.
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<br />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.
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<br />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.
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<br />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.
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<br />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 ;-)
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<br />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.
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<br />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.
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<br />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.
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<br />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.
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<br />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.
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<br />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 . . .
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<br />Leanne Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524383042017147230noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287703124415234166.post-76339832888141531532010-12-20T14:11:00.003+10:002010-12-20T14:20:38.993+10:00Landing in Lemuria<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TQ7YHtAJ4xI/AAAAAAAAAXs/J9RGiB_ZIVs/s1600/Lightweavers%2Bin%2BLemuria%2B006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TQ7YHtAJ4xI/AAAAAAAAAXs/J9RGiB_ZIVs/s320/Lightweavers%2Bin%2BLemuria%2B006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552613017445327634" /></a><br />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.<br /><br />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 !<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TQ7YH1VUkPI/AAAAAAAAAX0/TPHBxYECpP8/s1600/Lightweavers%2Bin%2BLemuria%2B005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TQ7YH1VUkPI/AAAAAAAAAX0/TPHBxYECpP8/s320/Lightweavers%2Bin%2BLemuria%2B005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552613019681591538" /></a><br />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. <br /><br />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.<br /><br />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!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TQ7YIFvJyiI/AAAAAAAAAX8/YE6M9KS-AuM/s1600/Lightweavers%2Bin%2BLemuria%2B007.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TQ7YIFvJyiI/AAAAAAAAAX8/YE6M9KS-AuM/s320/Lightweavers%2Bin%2BLemuria%2B007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552613024084904482" /></a><br />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!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TQ7YIXKMfII/AAAAAAAAAYE/TuO7sDtzQOg/s1600/Lightweavers%2Bin%2BLemuria%2B008.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TQ7YIXKMfII/AAAAAAAAAYE/TuO7sDtzQOg/s320/Lightweavers%2Bin%2BLemuria%2B008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552613028761730178" /></a><br />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 . . . <br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TQ7YIRATEOI/AAAAAAAAAYM/X3A96efBSWA/s1600/Lightweavers%2Bin%2BLemuria%2B013.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TQ7YIRATEOI/AAAAAAAAAYM/X3A96efBSWA/s320/Lightweavers%2Bin%2BLemuria%2B013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552613027109605602" /></a><br />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 <br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TQ7YPVuAQJI/AAAAAAAAAYc/KTo4_0gDZ2s/s1600/Lightweavers%2Bin%2BLemuria%2B014.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TQ7YPVuAQJI/AAAAAAAAAYc/KTo4_0gDZ2s/s320/Lightweavers%2Bin%2BLemuria%2B014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552613148634136722" /></a>Leanne Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524383042017147230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287703124415234166.post-34897098308630268502010-11-30T12:21:00.009+10:002010-12-07T16:37:11.496+10:00Te Huihuinga Hakui - Gathering of the Grandmothers of Pacifica<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TPRj7kHWgCI/AAAAAAAAAWU/7K0bHQRQb7g/s1600/Grandmothers%2Bof%2BPacifica%2B010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TPRj7kHWgCI/AAAAAAAAAWU/7K0bHQRQb7g/s320/Grandmothers%2Bof%2BPacifica%2B010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545166916157866018" /></a><br />Sharing of Breath<br />Artist: Karma Barnes, Sharing of Breath, www.karmabarnes.com<br /><br />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. <br /><br />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! <br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TPRj7t1O1gI/AAAAAAAAAWc/aXTWMwJrEk8/s1600/Grandmothers%2Bof%2BPacifica%2B001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TPRj7t1O1gI/AAAAAAAAAWc/aXTWMwJrEk8/s320/Grandmothers%2Bof%2BPacifica%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545166918766220802" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TPRj8EEq4jI/AAAAAAAAAWs/5fwUlvWVaos/s1600/Grandmothers%2Bof%2BPacifica%2B011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TPRj8EEq4jI/AAAAAAAAAWs/5fwUlvWVaos/s320/Grandmothers%2Bof%2BPacifica%2B011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545166924736553522" /></a><br />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 . . . <br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TPRj8lkGo7I/AAAAAAAAAW0/7_kDWnPOh8A/s1600/Grandmothers%2Bof%2BPacifica%2B012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TPRj8lkGo7I/AAAAAAAAAW0/7_kDWnPOh8A/s320/Grandmothers%2Bof%2BPacifica%2B012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545166933726766002" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TPRj7xZ38VI/AAAAAAAAAWk/945U_pGala0/s1600/Grandmothers%2Bof%2BPacifica%2B005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TPRj7xZ38VI/AAAAAAAAAWk/945U_pGala0/s320/Grandmothers%2Bof%2BPacifica%2B005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545166919725216082" /></a><br />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.<br /><br />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. <br /><br />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. <br /><br />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.<br /><br />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!<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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 .<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TPRlAZ-TA3I/AAAAAAAAAW8/8zS_hstTYak/s1600/Grandmothers%2Bof%2BPacifica%2B018.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TPRlAZ-TA3I/AAAAAAAAAW8/8zS_hstTYak/s320/Grandmothers%2Bof%2BPacifica%2B018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545168098846507890" /></a><br />Annie B & her Waitaha sister<br /><br />It met Wai Turoa-Morgan who I had contacted a year previously offering to share her Earth Medicine www.earthmedicine.wai-shaman.com 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.<br /><br />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. <br /><br />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 . . . . <br /><br />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.<br /><br />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 . . . <br /><br />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.<br /><br />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. <br /><br />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.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TPRlA_JAg9I/AAAAAAAAAXM/J5j5mCkW3tk/s1600/Grandmothers%2Bof%2BPacifica%2B030.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TPRlA_JAg9I/AAAAAAAAAXM/J5j5mCkW3tk/s320/Grandmothers%2Bof%2BPacifica%2B030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545168108823544786" /></a><br />Kereru Ponamu<br /><br />That evening we gathered with the world drum www.theworlddrum.com 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. <br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TPRlAgBCmbI/AAAAAAAAAXE/V18Q5i6v47Y/s1600/Grandmothers%2Bof%2BPacifica%2B031.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TPRlAgBCmbI/AAAAAAAAAXE/V18Q5i6v47Y/s320/Grandmothers%2Bof%2BPacifica%2B031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545168100468627890" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TPRlBupemFI/AAAAAAAAAXU/vehZ4EbyafM/s1600/Grandmothers%2Bof%2BPacifica%2B038.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TPRlBupemFI/AAAAAAAAAXU/vehZ4EbyafM/s320/Grandmothers%2Bof%2BPacifica%2B038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545168121576200274" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TPRlB7hkF3I/AAAAAAAAAXc/EhlQiJsAbzA/s1600/Grandmothers%2Bof%2BPacifica%2B044.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TPRlB7hkF3I/AAAAAAAAAXc/EhlQiJsAbzA/s320/Grandmothers%2Bof%2BPacifica%2B044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545168125032666994" /></a><br />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.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TPRlLxfFzZI/AAAAAAAAAXk/t9MAO3hft38/s1600/Grandmothers%2Bof%2BPacifica%2B039.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TPRlLxfFzZI/AAAAAAAAAXk/t9MAO3hft38/s320/Grandmothers%2Bof%2BPacifica%2B039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545168294136630674" /></a>Leanne Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524383042017147230noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287703124415234166.post-86630627778495638542010-11-26T07:44:00.003+10:002010-11-26T08:06:16.030+10:00Starry Whale Palaces of Lemuria at the Head of the Great Australian Bight<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TO7aZXz2tQI/AAAAAAAAAVc/zABZI9U4PaE/s1600/On%2Bthe%2BRoad%2Bin%2Bthe%2BLand%2Bof%2BOZ%2B028.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TO7aZBrOQzI/AAAAAAAAAVU/JSYvMZ9f6hs/s320/On%2Bthe%2BRoad%2Bin%2Bthe%2BLand%2Bof%2BOZ%2B017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543608314820969266" /></a><br />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. <br /><br />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!<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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???<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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. <br /><br />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.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TO7bH5nFteI/AAAAAAAAAWE/edosAJ35fZo/s1600/On%2Bthe%2BRoad%2Bin%2Bthe%2BLand%2Bof%2BOZ%2B040.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TO7bH5nFteI/AAAAAAAAAWE/edosAJ35fZo/s320/On%2Bthe%2BRoad%2Bin%2Bthe%2BLand%2Bof%2BOZ%2B040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543609120109999586" /></a><br />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.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TO7bHU8437I/AAAAAAAAAV8/_aemNcvigw4/s1600/On%2Bthe%2BRoad%2Bin%2Bthe%2BLand%2Bof%2BOZ%2B031.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TO7bHU8437I/AAAAAAAAAV8/_aemNcvigw4/s320/On%2Bthe%2BRoad%2Bin%2Bthe%2BLand%2Bof%2BOZ%2B031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543609110269321138" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TO7aZhSgUII/AAAAAAAAAVk/GrUapvr63Wg/s1600/On%2Bthe%2BRoad%2Bin%2Bthe%2BLand%2Bof%2BOZ%2B037.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TO7aZhSgUII/AAAAAAAAAVk/GrUapvr63Wg/s320/On%2Bthe%2BRoad%2Bin%2Bthe%2BLand%2Bof%2BOZ%2B037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543608323307229314" /></a><br />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. <br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TO7aZ3bczSI/AAAAAAAAAVs/WQiJeNqfK6w/s1600/On%2Bthe%2BRoad%2Bin%2Bthe%2BLand%2Bof%2BOZ%2B049.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TO7aZ3bczSI/AAAAAAAAAVs/WQiJeNqfK6w/s320/On%2Bthe%2BRoad%2Bin%2Bthe%2BLand%2Bof%2BOZ%2B049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543608329250327842" /></a><br />NA BI EN HO - TU KA LI NU - BROTHER WHALE, SISTER STAR<br />KI PA NI MU - AN TY i NU - YOUR PALACE IS HERE WE WELCOME YOUR RETURN<br />QU A NY - I KA’N TU BE – OF ROYAL STELLAR CODES WE SING YOUR PRAISE<br />SE NU AR RI KU - NY RA PA TI KO – WELCOME HOME YOUR PALACE IS NOW SUNG<br /><br />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!!!<br /><br />Here is a note from Mirte's ceremony in Netherlands;<br />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).<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TO7aaIeg34I/AAAAAAAAAV0/tvv_zq0iMrM/s1600/On%2Bthe%2BRoad%2Bin%2Bthe%2BLand%2Bof%2BOZ%2B053.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TO7aaIeg34I/AAAAAAAAAV0/tvv_zq0iMrM/s320/On%2Bthe%2BRoad%2Bin%2Bthe%2BLand%2Bof%2BOZ%2B053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543608333826580354" /></a><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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! <br /><br />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! <br /><br />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!Leanne Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524383042017147230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287703124415234166.post-67261743349662316482010-11-25T12:03:00.006+10:002010-11-25T12:17:17.828+10:00On the Road in the Land of OZTo 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. <br /><br />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! <br /><br />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.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TO3FAOg7IrI/AAAAAAAAAUk/a0LQ2srxEdM/s1600/On%2Bthe%2BRoad%2Bin%2Bthe%2BLand%2Bof%2BOZ%2B002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TO3FAOg7IrI/AAAAAAAAAUk/a0LQ2srxEdM/s320/On%2Bthe%2BRoad%2Bin%2Bthe%2BLand%2Bof%2BOZ%2B002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543303324049810098" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TO3E_wDYCzI/AAAAAAAAAUc/hFFW0IoxZV8/s1600/On%2Bthe%2BRoad%2Bin%2Bthe%2BLand%2Bof%2BOZ%2B001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TO3E_wDYCzI/AAAAAAAAAUc/hFFW0IoxZV8/s320/On%2Bthe%2BRoad%2Bin%2Bthe%2BLand%2Bof%2BOZ%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543303315872811826" /></a><br />Grail Haven Gardens & Well<br /><br />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!” www.TRANSFERENCEHEALING.com <br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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 . . . <br /><br />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.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TO3FAQ6DgyI/AAAAAAAAAUs/caSB_o3wrUM/s1600/On%2Bthe%2BRoad%2Bin%2Bthe%2BLand%2Bof%2BOZ%2B003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TO3FAQ6DgyI/AAAAAAAAAUs/caSB_o3wrUM/s320/On%2Bthe%2BRoad%2Bin%2Bthe%2BLand%2Bof%2BOZ%2B003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543303324692087586" /></a><br />Canberra in Colour<br /><br />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???<br /><br />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!<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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???<br /><br />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. <br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TO3FBpTbtqI/AAAAAAAAAU0/AaJ5MIpZQZY/s1600/On%2Bthe%2BRoad%2Bin%2Bthe%2BLand%2Bof%2BOZ%2B004.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TO3FBpTbtqI/AAAAAAAAAU0/AaJ5MIpZQZY/s320/On%2Bthe%2BRoad%2Bin%2Bthe%2BLand%2Bof%2BOZ%2B004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543303348420851362" /></a><br />Melbourne City<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TO3FaAYRcdI/AAAAAAAAAVM/XIOitqvVrYA/s1600/On%2Bthe%2BRoad%2Bin%2Bthe%2BLand%2Bof%2BOZ%2B007.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TO3FaAYRcdI/AAAAAAAAAVM/XIOitqvVrYA/s320/On%2Bthe%2BRoad%2Bin%2Bthe%2BLand%2Bof%2BOZ%2B007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543303766932025810" /></a><br />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.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TO3FZkAU7gI/AAAAAAAAAVE/KINF5PoN1uA/s1600/On%2Bthe%2BRoad%2Bin%2Bthe%2BLand%2Bof%2BOZ%2B006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TO3FZkAU7gI/AAAAAAAAAVE/KINF5PoN1uA/s320/On%2Bthe%2BRoad%2Bin%2Bthe%2BLand%2Bof%2BOZ%2B006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543303759315398146" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TO3FCS98pYI/AAAAAAAAAU8/_yU510Ht6fg/s1600/On%2Bthe%2BRoad%2Bin%2Bthe%2BLand%2Bof%2BOZ%2B005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TO3FCS98pYI/AAAAAAAAAU8/_yU510Ht6fg/s320/On%2Bthe%2BRoad%2Bin%2Bthe%2BLand%2Bof%2BOZ%2B005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543303359605024130" /></a><br />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!Leanne Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524383042017147230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287703124415234166.post-56316976755584041542010-11-24T09:22:00.007+10:002010-11-24T09:53:38.568+10:00Island Vibe Festival, Stradbroke Island<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOxOFd_McYI/AAAAAAAAATc/IPNJPJjGOhM/s1600/Island%2BVibe%2B013.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOxOFd_McYI/AAAAAAAAATc/IPNJPJjGOhM/s320/Island%2BVibe%2B013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542891097242235266" /></a><br />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???<br /><br />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! <br /><br />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!<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOxOFwEUt2I/AAAAAAAAATk/NvSltG8y9sY/s1600/Island%2BVibe%2B009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOxOFwEUt2I/AAAAAAAAATk/NvSltG8y9sY/s320/Island%2BVibe%2B009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542891102095587170" /></a><br />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.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOxOGLx1msI/AAAAAAAAATs/iDGZiFpsMDY/s1600/Island%2BVibe%2B015.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOxOGLx1msI/AAAAAAAAATs/iDGZiFpsMDY/s320/Island%2BVibe%2B015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542891109534243522" /></a><br />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.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOxPg0MbFMI/AAAAAAAAAUE/vZblgIum3NQ/s1600/Island%2BVibe%2B014.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOxPg0MbFMI/AAAAAAAAAUE/vZblgIum3NQ/s320/Island%2BVibe%2B014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542892666571396290" /></a><br />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!<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOxOGkQ3YgI/AAAAAAAAAT8/uMbQJhNT9Kw/s1600/Island%2BVibe%2B041.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOxOGkQ3YgI/AAAAAAAAAT8/uMbQJhNT9Kw/s320/Island%2BVibe%2B041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542891116106834434" /></a><br />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???<br /><br />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 . . . <br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOxPhMuBukI/AAAAAAAAAUM/w0LCBpDj3HA/s1600/Island%2BVibe%2B063.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOxPhMuBukI/AAAAAAAAAUM/w0LCBpDj3HA/s320/Island%2BVibe%2B063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542892673154792002" /></a><br />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. <br /> <br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOxPhyfHE-I/AAAAAAAAAUU/0p6x5Xos7LU/s1600/Island%2BVibe%2B070.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOxPhyfHE-I/AAAAAAAAAUU/0p6x5Xos7LU/s320/Island%2BVibe%2B070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542892683292775394" /></a><br />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. <br /><br />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!Leanne Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524383042017147230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287703124415234166.post-45941827789055236152010-11-23T10:16:00.007+10:002010-11-23T11:40:53.089+10:00Barefoot in Byron Bay<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOsLm-4r8AI/AAAAAAAAASM/k0olcCJGKw0/s1600/Byron%2BBay%2B023.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOsLm-4r8AI/AAAAAAAAASM/k0olcCJGKw0/s320/Byron%2BBay%2B023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542536530753220610" /></a><br />Just before departure for Killen Falls I was given the awareness of what my work here was about . . . Suffolk Park, where I had been staying at Dolphins Downunder, was also known as the place of suffering and Killen Falls, the place of killing . . . I guess I had been called here to help clear the land. This was confirmed on arrival at Killen Falls when Zakairan and I emerged the car and directly above us was the most incredible rainbow cloud of an angel. <br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOsaRTfBc1I/AAAAAAAAATM/B1O0KMcq7hI/s1600/Byron%2BBay%2B024.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOsaRTfBc1I/AAAAAAAAATM/B1O0KMcq7hI/s320/Byron%2BBay%2B024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542552651000017746" /></a><br />We proceeded to share a very special few hours swimming and sunning ourselves, something that made me realise I had not been making enough time for along my way. While Zakairan www.zakairan.com imparted his story and understanding of our relationship with the various star systems I was able to add a few more pieces to my puzzle. Then, after a short meditation on a rock beneath the waterfall, the clouds came with a cleansing rain, our work was done and it was time for us to move on . . . <br /><br />The energy at the T-Tree Lakes was not so appealing, it was dark and heavy. Zakairan suggested a sense of sex without love and I had to agree thus it was of little surprise that it had become a local beat for the homosexual community. Not my destination of choice however to spend an hour clearing the land around the masculine lake was not a big problem. Perhaps this also helped to explain why I later felt called to the women’s sacred site at the feminine T-Tree Lake back at Suffolk Park. Later that evening Shamanatara and I took a long walk along the beach and an evening swim in the lake where we watched as thunder rolled across the mountains and lightening lit the sky bringing cleansing to land and healing to the ancestors.<br /><br />Monday afternoon I had an energy healing for massage exchange booked with Jason jasonforbodywork@internode.on.net It was my first ever experience of Kahuna Massage and as it turned out it was an experience that would be very difficult to beat. My favourite part was when I was lying on my back and Jason was working from beneath against my own body weight the full length of my upper body. . . YUM! . . . can bodywork get any better than this??? In return I held space for Jason to visit with his ancestors, one of the most important and liberating pieces of self healing work we are able to undertake. <br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOsX9_hAzkI/AAAAAAAAATE/m_zDnvLWbI0/s1600/Byron%2BBay%2B035.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOsX9_hAzkI/AAAAAAAAATE/m_zDnvLWbI0/s320/Byron%2BBay%2B035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542550120198884930" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOsLnsr9NeI/AAAAAAAAASc/YDDD2rJBIG0/s1600/Byron%2BBay%2B029.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOsLnsr9NeI/AAAAAAAAASc/YDDD2rJBIG0/s320/Byron%2BBay%2B029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542536543047857634" /></a><br />As promised Guy came to pick me up on Tuesday afternoon to introduce me to the Rainbow Temple www.rainbowtemple.us and as we drove into the hills behind Byron he shared the story of his life to date, the evolution of the Rainbow Temple and his dream for its future . . . An amazing space in Northern NSW that felt as though it could easily have been in a different country all together as the energy reminded me more of tropical Thailand than the Land of Oz! Over the past 20 yrs people have come and gone and more often than not continue to return to the Rainbow Temple staying for as little as a night or as long as needed. To fund the temple visitors are asked to contribute $20.00 per night and share with the daily chores of house, garden and maintenance.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOsa3UyNZBI/AAAAAAAAATU/_sRfz5iBe6A/s1600/Byron%2BBay%2B035.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOsa3UyNZBI/AAAAAAAAATU/_sRfz5iBe6A/s320/Byron%2BBay%2B035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542553304183956498" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOsLn2TnA-I/AAAAAAAAASk/T7krDSV-0Cw/s1600/Byron%2BBay%2B030.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOsLn2TnA-I/AAAAAAAAASk/T7krDSV-0Cw/s320/Byron%2BBay%2B030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542536545630094306" /></a><br />I enjoyed the full guided tour that concluded in the tunnel system beneath the temple where Guy is busy excavating underground sound chambers and healing rooms. The acoustics are incredible and I could not think of a more suitable venue for a Shamanic Workshop if I had to find one myself. We shared a huge pot of Lemon myrtle tea fresh from the garden and then Guy asked me to check on Rosie, one of his visitors who had earlier that morning gone over on her ankle. A quick illumination/healing session to clear the energetics accompanied by a little vibrational therapy from Shamanatara’s Scenar machine left Rosie resting comfortably. And there was still time for a last cup of tea before I caught a lift with Greg, one of the Rainbow Temple’s American visitors back into Byron Bay to the Lotus Temple for the Tuesday evening sound healing session.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOsWxIl3RiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/oudEqNWXy00/s1600/Byron%2BBay%2B040.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOsWxIl3RiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/oudEqNWXy00/s320/Byron%2BBay%2B040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542548799785223714" /></a><br />Wtih Guy just before departure form the Rainbow Temple<br />Only my lift ended up taking an unexpected detour through Mullumbimby, near a mountain that had been calling me since my arrival in Byron . . . Thankfully my late landing at the Lotus Temple did not interrupt the proceedings and I silently slipped into a spare space on the floor. As I relaxed and allowed my body to be bathed in sound I began to float in the finer vibrational energies of love & light that had been cultivated from regular gatherings of like minded souls dedicated to not only their own healing journey but also that of all beings and our earth. A little extra sound and light from Zakairan and the other healers certainly was appreciated by this tired little Lightworker and left me feeling very much at peace. <br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOsWxauPMQI/AAAAAAAAAS8/kFHJdUbgHgs/s1600/Byron%2BBay%2B042.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOsWxauPMQI/AAAAAAAAAS8/kFHJdUbgHgs/s320/Byron%2BBay%2B042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542548804652183810" /></a><br />With Zaikairan at the Lotus Temple which I can highly recommend as another more central Byron Bay workshop venue and definitely one that is not to be missed if you happen to be in the neighbourhood for their free sound healing circle on a Tuesday evening . . . www.thedivineuniversity.com/the-lotus-temple <br /><br />On Wednesday afternoon I caught a lift into town with Chinta who was on his way to lead one of his drumming workshops. The plan was to share an exchange with Egbert only after Egbert had finished with me I felt as though I had been through a wringer. It must have been just what I needed as I felt completely relaxed and all I wanted to do was curl up in the sun like a cat and take my afternoon nap. It also left me in a space where I was not as fit as I might have liked to return the favour of holding space for him and as divine intervention prevailed Egbert ended up with an afternoon visitor which provided me the space required to slip quietly out and allowing time for the emotion that had been activated during my session to be released. I walked through town, hitched a lift back to Suffolk Park and then disappeared down the beach to wash away my tears in the ocean waves . . . <br /><br />My two weeks in Byron were all but over . . . I had certainly enjoyed my explorations and appreciate all of those who took the time to fulfil their promises of introducing me to Byron. Not to mention the time shared with Arpana, Shamanatara, Chinta, Hayden (Shamanatara’s son), Raj (Arpana’s son) and everyone else who passed through Dolphins Downunder during my two weeks. I have only just left yet am already looking forward to my next visit <br /><br />And before I knew it Thursday had arrived and it was time to prepare food and pack equipment for our weekend foray to the Island Vibe Festival on North Stradbroke Island where Bunna Lawrie and the Whale Dreamers were scheduled to perform at the Yurt on Saturday evening!Leanne Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524383042017147230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287703124415234166.post-5919693176752052972010-11-15T19:12:00.004+10:002010-11-15T19:41:59.448+10:00Dolphins Downunder<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOD-HNeQ4sI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/BFdHtuLVu6A/s1600/Byron%2BBay%2B006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOD-HNeQ4sI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/BFdHtuLVu6A/s320/Byron%2BBay%2B006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539706941494846146" /></a><br />I only had a few days with my sister and family before I received a text message from Shelley, who I met on my Whale Journey, to say that she was on her way down from the Sunshine Coast to Byron and if I wanted a lift she would be more than happy to swing by Wellington Point and pick me up. As long as I was prepared to go with the flow it seemed as though the universe had my travel arrangements under control, once more it was a wonderful opportunity to share a few hours with a like-minded soul and explore our Whale and Kiwi connections . . . <br /><br />Shelly Emia was born in NZ and immigrated to Australia with her family as a child. Growing up in the Pilbara region of North Western Australia with a predominantly Aboriginal community she has always enjoyed a strong connection to the land and its people. In pursuit of her passion Shelley explored her share of the most well known surfing destinations on our earth before returning to Australia. Here she met Wayne ‘Rabbit’ Bartholomew, a surfing champion in his own right who managed to put Australia’s surfing scene on the world map. Together they had two lovely boys which they share responsibility for while continuing to follow their individual dreams. <br /><br />For Shelley this has included a recent journey to NZ in search of her Whakapapa (Maori lineage) and stepping up to the stage as a singer and performer. With one of the most amazing voices I have heard for a while I am looking forward to Shelley joining Bunna and the Whaledreamers to perform on stage at the Island Vibe Festival, on Stradbroke Island at the end of October. As we dropped the boys at their Dad’s house for the weekend it was good to meet Rabbit himself a very gentle man with an enormous heart who continues to lead the surfing scene in Australia.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOD-IXCXAVI/AAAAAAAAARY/CTopd7fC8iU/s1600/Byron%2BBay%2B051.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOD-IXCXAVI/AAAAAAAAARY/CTopd7fC8iU/s320/Byron%2BBay%2B051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539706961242030418" /></a><br />It was pretty late when we arrived at Dolphins Downunder, Arpana and Shamanatara’s space in Suffolk Park just south of Byron Bay. The plan was that in return for taking care of the catering I would receive my food and board and have a base from which to explore Byron and its surrounds. And as luck would have it as Shamanatara had plans to head to Sydney for her sons 21st and Arpana had a workshop to attend in Brisbane it meant that I was off duty for my first weekend. A perfect opportunity to follow up on all of the offers I had received to be shown around town. However for my first evening I was completely content to limit myself to the magic of Dolphins Downunder and my bed in the corner of the garden next to the fairy fountain from where I could see the stars and hear the sound of the surf. <br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOD-IFZOlbI/AAAAAAAAARQ/jjJouH7eMDw/s1600/Byron%2BBay%2B049.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOD-IFZOlbI/AAAAAAAAARQ/jjJouH7eMDw/s320/Byron%2BBay%2B049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539706956506109362" /></a><br />Blue skies and sunshine paved the way each morning and it did not take long to fall into the daily routine of yoga, pranayama, meditation, morning swim, kitchen duties, my admin, dinner preparation followed by afternoon/evening energy healing/bodywork exchanges, family time or outside activities and entertainment. There was also time to experiment with a few toys from Shamanatara’s box of healing tools which included a Zen Chi, the VIBE (Quantum Pulse Machine) and the Scenar, a Russian Device that was designed for Astronauts to promote the body’s ability to heal itself. I felt like a child in a candy store! <br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOD_UNIdLWI/AAAAAAAAARg/XW_P1Oz43-8/s1600/Byron%2BBay%2B048.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOD_UNIdLWI/AAAAAAAAARg/XW_P1Oz43-8/s320/Byron%2BBay%2B048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539708264253304162" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOD_UDNegAI/AAAAAAAAARo/9ud9_NUSvGI/s1600/Byron%2BBay%2B047.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOD_UDNegAI/AAAAAAAAARo/9ud9_NUSvGI/s320/Byron%2BBay%2B047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539708261590007810" /></a><br />Arpana donned his Dr Peter O’Brian (MD) red sleeveless shirt and woolly hat 4 days a week when he became the barefoot doctor and conformed to regular working hours to practice as the downstairs doctor of Dolphins Downunder. With the assistance of three amazing nurses/earth angels the Dr and his team were kept pretty busy leaving little time to make the final arrangements and preparation for our journey to Island Vibe at the end of the month for the Whaledreamers Gig. And observing the way in which the band shape-shifted each day it was clearly a space in which one had no choice but to practice non-attachment as to who would end up on stage on the night!<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOD_VIeA5bI/AAAAAAAAASA/nCcY2UkuP6M/s1600/Byron%2BBay%2B010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOD_VIeA5bI/AAAAAAAAASA/nCcY2UkuP6M/s320/Byron%2BBay%2B010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539708280181417394" /></a><br /><br />By making the most of opportunities as they came along I enjoyed an introduction to the area and a walk along the coast just south of Suffolk Park with Harry, and was most impressed when the dolphins came to entertain us beneath the cliff known as Woolly Mammoth. Another day in my enthusiasm to explore I hitched a lift with Arpana up to the Crystal Castle and spent a few hours soaking up the higher vibrational energy as I wandered through the grounds, experienced a labyrinth for the first and second time and watched the documentary of the Crystal Caves of Mexico, another enticing destination that has been on my map for the last couple years since I became aware of its existence.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOD-HQPKGBI/AAAAAAAAARA/5IOUZinf3Lk/s1600/Byron%2BBay%2B012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOD-HQPKGBI/AAAAAAAAARA/5IOUZinf3Lk/s320/Byron%2BBay%2B012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539706942236792850" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOD-H96q0aI/AAAAAAAAARI/2DM_jiCCj9E/s1600/Byron%2BBay%2B016.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOD-H96q0aI/AAAAAAAAARI/2DM_jiCCj9E/s320/Byron%2BBay%2B016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539706954498888098" /></a><br />As luck or divine management would have it Tarshito lived in the community just next door to the Crystal Castle and on Wednesday evenings he and Eltara, one of Dr Didge’s earth angels, held a chanting circle in Byron so I hitched a lift back with him and joined their circle for an evening of song and music. And as luck would have it Chinta, our skipper and percussion man (www.rhythmkonnections.com.au) from the Whale Journey who was also residing at Dolphins Downunder just so happened to have the night off so showed up with his Djembe and was there to give me a lift home afterwards.<br /><br />The following Friday evening was a joint birthday celebration for Arpana and I along with a reunion of our group from this year’s Whale Journey. A brilliant evening beneath our Southern Stars, both the plunge pool and the spa were filled with beautiful people as the slide show played across the outdoor screen and Whalesong and Whalestories filled the minds and bodies of all present as we were transported back to our magical week on Hervey Bay. <br /><br />Swimming out past the surf each morning kept me fit while also bringing many gifts including a couple playful dolphins one day and humpback whales a little farther out the following. I also discovered that it was the best place to ask for help when one morning in frustration over my right hip I shouted to the universe as loud as I could for help from a good body worker. What happened next both surprised and amazed me . . .<br /><br />Almost a week previous on recommendation from Arpana I had phoned Egbert to make an appointment to get some help with my ongoing alignment issue yet for some reason had not heard back. Hence when Arpana informed me that he had simply sent an sms to Egbert and received an appointment for the following day I was wondering if you had to be Arpana Geeta to get service in Byron! Just to check I figured that I would phone Egbert from Arpana’s phone and send an sms from mine and see if I could get his attention. Now what was so bizarre was that there was a knock at the door about 2 hours later and it was Egbert who, without having rcvd either my phone call or sms had been called to show up at Dolphins Downunder . . . <br /><br />My call across the ocean waves that morning had obviously been heard and not only did I have an appointment with one of Byron’s best body workers but it ended up being a door to door service with an afternoon swim at one of the southern beaches thrown in at no extra charge. Once more we made a date to share an exchange later the following week. And then when I returned to Dolphins Downunder Jason, a Kahuna Massage Therapist who also came highly recommended, was just packing up after session with both Shamanatara and Arpana and after comparing notes and services was quite happy to make a date for an exchange on the following Monday afternoon. <br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOD_U38OTjI/AAAAAAAAAR4/fFdUQjLe4kU/s1600/Byron%2BBay%2B052.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOD_U38OTjI/AAAAAAAAAR4/fFdUQjLe4kU/s320/Byron%2BBay%2B052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539708275744722482" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOD_UvPSrgI/AAAAAAAAARw/WcQkhZST0mc/s1600/Byron%2BBay%2B050.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TOD_UvPSrgI/AAAAAAAAARw/WcQkhZST0mc/s320/Byron%2BBay%2B050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539708273408781826" /></a><br />I still had a week to go in Byron and it was already booked . . . Killen Falls and the T-Tree lakes with Zakiaran on Sunday, exchange with Jason on Monday, Guy had invited me to visit the Rainbow Temple on Tuesday afternoon, Sounding Healing Tuesday evening at the Lotus Temple, Wednesday exchange with Egbert and Thursday to prepare food and pack for our departure to Stradbroke Island and the Island Vibe Festival on Friday!Leanne Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524383042017147230noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287703124415234166.post-62368319081413440242010-10-28T20:35:00.003+10:002010-10-28T20:55:03.417+10:00Starry Whale Palaces of Lemuria<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TMlVVebIuoI/AAAAAAAAAQY/EsGGd2K0p5s/s1600/With+Raeline+%26+the+Sphinx.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TMlVVebIuoI/AAAAAAAAAQY/EsGGd2K0p5s/s320/With+Raeline+%26+the+Sphinx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533047444633860738" /></a><br />It is almost a year since I first met Raeline, a meeting that was completely orchestrated by divine guidance/universal law which took place at the base of the Sphinx on New Soul’s Day, 1st Nov, 2009. I was on my way back to UK from Yemen and Socotra where I had been sprinkling a little stardust through the Middle East whilst leading expeditions for Wildfrontiers. Meanwhile Raeline and her partner were en route to Indonesia having just completed a huge amount of Earthwork in the US, UK and Europe. <br /><br />Coincidently Carol, a mutual friend and fellow Earthkeeper/Lightworker, had mentioned to me on a number of occasions that I worked in a similar way to Raeline and, just prior to travelling to Yemen, she had been quite insistent that we really needed to meet one another. I guess the universe must have heard the call and consequently made the necessary arrangements for us to connect and share whatever physical and energetic information we needed to while choosing a worthy location to befit the occasion! <br /><br />This particular meeting in Hervey Bay to assist Raeline with Activating the first Birthing Gate of the Starry Whale Palaces of Lemuria seemed to be another of those predetermined engagements where our universal secretaries had collaborated in arranging the time and place of our next meeting. As we drove away from the pier I noticed two crows flying overhead both carrying twigs in their beaks which reminded me of an incident at the last stop on my o/night bus journey to Hervey Bay where a crow had come down and brushed across the top of my head. And, as I wondered about the importance of the crows, I was again reminded of the one that was seen in the fire at one of the new moon fire ceremonies I held in Eastern Bay of Plenty during my visit to New Zealand last summer. <br /><br />Perhaps it is time I did a little research on the crow women . . . <br /><br />I had many questions for Raeline, questions that probably rated about Grade 1 in her school of universal cosmology. Thus I very much appreciated her patience and the time that she took to explain certain concepts of how our earth related to other planets in our solar system, our galaxy, our universe and other universes beyond ours. I guess after a week on the water with the whales I was not as grounded as I may have liked to have been and as a result it required a lot more concentration than normal to absorb all this new information relating to our multi-dimensional reality. <br /><br />My 2010 Hervey Bay whale journey may have come to and end yet despite the fact I was completely exhausted I was excited about the energetic one that was about to commence. Raeline had kept me up-to-date with the information relating to the Starry Whale Palaces as she had channelled it however I had not had a chance to read the summary that she completed just before we went to sea hence there was a lot of new information about the birthing gates and their connections to different places on our planet and different star systems that was new to me that I very much wanted to understand. <br /><br />Mick and Lynne Kindly invited us to stay and it was probably just as well they were out on Saturday evening as Whales, Dolphins and Whale Dreaming pre-dominated our conversation. We may not have been the best of company but certainly enjoyed each other’s space while we made our way through two viewings of Whaledreamers in between cooking, eating and catching up. It was the first time Rae had sat through the entire film and as a result much more came to light for her. From the connection to the Wedge Tail Eagle, the white feather, one of which Raeline had found on her path that morning and passed on to Bunna when she met him, to Uluru, home of the Rainbow Serpent and the heart of the Lemurian Grand Cross and the Whale Song Grid pieces of the puzzle were coming together.<br /><br />Once more while we were sharing information in the space we had created the energy began to rise and we were able to receive further information and insights into the greater journey . . . one was that the Whaledreamers film came before its time and now is the time for it to be relaunched and another was that Julian Lennon may at some stage come back into the picture either with the Whaledreamers, the Earthwalk Project or both. <br /><br />I somehow managed to get the event of Activating the East Birthing gate of the Starry Whale Palaces of Lemuria loaded onto facebook before stepping into the luxury of the first warm shower I had had since I left. And, as I took my time washing a week of salt water out of my hair and off my body I felt completely full and content and couldn’t help but wonder what magic my next few weeks had in store for me. Utterly exhausted I collapsed into my bed and disappeared into the Dreamtime the moment my head touched my pillow. <br /><br />My dawn alarm remained synchronised with the sunrise albeit a slightly greyer and damper morning than we had enjoyed for the past week. It made we want to lay in bed for a while however the prospect of our ceremony provided enough excitement to raise myself from my mattress on the floor and prepare a space to stretch and gather myself back into my body after my night time journey through the ethers.<br /><br />Raeline had done our recognisance work on Saturday morning successfully locating the site where ‘the head and the tail of the whale could sing at once’ which was where the sweet waters met the salt at the mouth of Eli Creek. We made our way there for 10 am only to be greeted with a very high morning tide . . . shoes off and skirts raised we waded through the mangrove filled waterways to find our island at the confluence in perfect time for ceremony . . . <br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TMlVWdRXPjI/AAAAAAAAAQg/xT7NazfaCjo/s1600/Hervey+Bay+122.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TMlVWdRXPjI/AAAAAAAAAQg/xT7NazfaCjo/s320/Hervey+Bay+122.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533047461504302642" /></a><br />Opening space we popped the whale stones we had received from Bunna into a glass bowl with the rain water we had brought from Mick & Lynne’s farm. This formed the base of the essence Raeline had been guided to prepare with the vibration of each of the five sites that required activation. We then proceeded to chant the prayer she had been given in light language, an ancient language of the heart;<br /><br />NA BI EN HO - TU KA LI NU - BROTHER WHALE, SISTER STAR<br />KI PA NI MU - AN TY i NU - YOUR PALACE IS HERE WE WELCOME YOUR RETURN<br />QU A NY - I KA’N TU BE – OF ROYAL STELLAR CODES WE SING YOUR PRAISE<br />SE NU AR RI KU - NY RA PA TI KO – WELCOME HOME YOUR PALACE IS NOW SUNG<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TMlVXa5W0EI/AAAAAAAAAQo/WSwwTTugcH0/s1600/Hervey+Bay+124.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TMlVXa5W0EI/AAAAAAAAAQo/WSwwTTugcH0/s320/Hervey+Bay+124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533047478046609474" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TMlVYTsdNWI/AAAAAAAAAQw/PyQTeGFa1QY/s1600/Hervey+Bay+125.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TMlVYTsdNWI/AAAAAAAAAQw/PyQTeGFa1QY/s320/Hervey+Bay+125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533047493293323618" /></a><br />And as each of us spoke what we felt called to share we noticed that there was a fish eagle watching over us from its perch on a dead tree in the mangroves, then just before closing space we were joined by a fisherman and his son checking their crab pots. Perhaps there was some need for a little masculine energy to balance our feminine . . . and with our ceremony complete the raindrops started. It was time for me to return to camp and Raeline to prepare herself for an afternoon on Hervey Bay with the Whales who true to their reputation put on another amazing performance for their visitors!<br /><br />We shared a fun, family evening with Mick, Lynne and Aaron, sipping wine, eating fresh fish and listening to music. I couldn’t help but wonder what was happening on the other dimensions as our ceremony filtered through the many layers of the cosmos but it only made me appreciate being human all the more as we enjoyed a celebration of the senses provided by life on earth in a physical body.<br /><br />I woke early next morning which gave me some time to share old stories and news of mutual friends from our overlanding days with Mick. The interesting thing was that when Mick spoke of plans for supper I had a feeling that we would not be there to share so suggested that I first check with Raeline. And just as it happened Raeline woke with the same feeling . . . we would be moving on down to Coolum to accept Shelley’s invitation to come visit a day early . . . why we were not sure but felt to go with the flow and trust all would be revealed.<br /><br />And as it happened as we approached Coolum be could both feel the presence of a very dense energy. To me it felt as though there was a upper layer of heavy dark energy but beneath was a beautiful fine and light vibration that was waiting to burst through. To Raeline she could feel some ET interference with an underground light city that needed clearing. Whatever it was we figured that that was perhaps part of the reason we had both felt called to come south a day early. And the other part was revealed soon after we arrived when Shelley informed us that Annie, of Annie Wright Productions, from the whale journey was also coming to visit.<br /><br />Coincidently Annie shared a number of mutual friends with Raeline and both of them felt called to do what they could in assisting Bunna to find his feet and his financial independence so that he could continue to share his gifts as a Songman of the Whale Dreaming. As a result our afternoon soon turned to evening and we co-created a feast fit for Goddesses that was served on a table Shelley had only just bought and assembled. An extraordinary gathering of like-minded individuals that had again been orchestrated at some other level and all we had to do was show up, make the connection and stay awake to how the story would unfold.<br /><br />Raeline was flying back to Melbourne the following morning and as Annie was driving back down to Byron Bay on the Gold Coast I asked if she would mind dropping me off at my sister’s home in Brisbane. I had considered stopping by friends on the Sunshine Coast but while I could get a lift door to door it just felt right to go and spend some time with my little Monique, her husband and my niece and nephew. It was time to be with my family and time to rest.<br /><br />Morning arrived and every bone and muscle in my body was aching. I knew I needed time to rest and integrate the past 10 days but I still couldn’t understand why I was so sore until Rae explained that it is often a side effect when we activate our Mu/Mer body (light body). This made complete sense while also reminding me of the additional information I was given when I received the energetic transmission containing the 13 sites of the Earthwalk Project; that as the sites on the Earth are activated they would also be activated within my own physical and energetic body. As you can imagine I was delighted to discover a sack of Epsom salts in Shelley’s bathroom and with her permission put a cup full in the bath and took a long leisurely soak while she and Annie finished their editing.<br /><br />My journey through to Brisbane was an interesting one as I listened to Annie’s life story that stretched all the way from touring with ABBA in Australia to John Denver in the US. She had enjoyed a very close relationship with John and has hopes to organise a tribute concert to him in both Australia and Colorado a year from now. And if that is not enough to keep her occupied she is currently very busy editing the footage of Bunna from our Whale Journey to submit to Oprah Winfrey for her Australian tour scheduled for December this year. <br /><br />My little sis was a star sending us directions by sms and guiding us in to her space at Wellington Point when we took a wrong turn. Travelling through Brisbane without a map may not have been a good idea but contingency plan worked. She was downstairs to meet us on arrival, I unloaded while Annie had a pee stop, Nique printed out directions for Annie to her next destination and handed over a care package full of driving snacks and she was on her way. And for the first time in two weeks I felt like I had landed . . .Leanne Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524383042017147230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287703124415234166.post-48097779061581414222010-10-26T11:14:00.005+10:002010-10-26T11:51:29.904+10:00Whale Dreaming<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TMYtmEZ7MPI/AAAAAAAAAO4/rjldMnYxN4Y/s1600/Hervey+Bay+041.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TMYtmEZ7MPI/AAAAAAAAAO4/rjldMnYxN4Y/s320/Hervey+Bay+041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532159324311990514" /></a><br />I was fortunate to have gained my sea legs at a very young age. My mother still tells stories of her second daughter who at age 1 1/2 used to crawl down the beach and into the ocean before being hauled out and back up the beach coughing and spluttering only to repeat the performance all over again. In addition my father was always very proud of me as I was the only one in the family who did not get seasick. It may have been the fear of disappointing him that helped me find harmony on and in the water or perhaps I have been a whale in a former lifetime. Either way being brought up in the Bay of Islands the ocean has always played a very important part in my world and continues to provide a space that I tend to gravitate toward whenever an opportunity arises and/or whenever I am in need of nurturing.<br /><br />As a result I did not hesitate to apply for the position of assistant cook on Arpana and Shamanatara’s 2010 Whale Journey to Hervey Bay. I had met Arpana through email when following the trail of the Whale Dreamers that had connected me with Bunna and Harry whilst I was in Cairns and they were passing through on their way back to Byron after the Garma Festival in Arnhem Land. Coincidently both Harry and Bunna, in the short time we shared, suggested that Arpana may be looking for another assistant cook for their October Whale Trip. And, not being one to miss out on an opportunity to share time and space with like-minded people on and in the ocean with my favourite cetaceans for company, I emailed Arpana as soon as I returned home. <br /><br />A few weeks later having successfully completed the selection requirements which included phone interviews with Shamanatara, Arpana’s current wife, Moana, his ex-wife and Norma Mou their head chef my application was approved. Thus on the last day of September after a 24 hour bus journey from Cairns and an o/night visit with long time friends Mick, Lynn and their son Aaron I showed up with bag and swag in hand and reported for duty at the Urangan Harbour Pier in Hervey Bay. It was 4pm on Saturday afternoon I had no expectations of the journey ahead and nowhere else on earth I would rather be which enabled me to be absolutely present for whatever my week had in store!<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TMYtlq0J2hI/AAAAAAAAAOg/qXrbSnquGXM/s1600/Hervey+Bay+002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TMYtlq0J2hI/AAAAAAAAAOg/qXrbSnquGXM/s320/Hervey+Bay+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532159317442681362" /></a><br />Welcome to Hervey Bay the resting spot for many of Antarctica’s Humpback Whales during their winter migration to and from the warmer waters of the Pacific Ocean . . . <br /><br />Arpana, his son Raj and Raj’s friend Arial were the first to arrive, two catamarans; Vallela and Cattitude, were allocated and supplies and sound equipment for 20 people for 7 days at sea began to be offloaded . . . arriving passengers, crew, and the stowing of provisions continued for the next few hours interspersed with a buffet dinner of homemade pumpkin soup and BBQ chicken aboard Cattitude. It was a busy evening yet also exciting meeting the 19 people I would be travelling with for the coming week. It reminded me of the many pre-departure meetings I had facilitated for overland journeys only instead of a formal meeting and p/work there were loads of self-introductions, hugs all round and an impromptu jam session that lasted into the wee hours. I remember slipping into my swag, which I had unrolled across the trampoline on Vallela’s foredeck, to the sound of guitar, African drums and Chinta’s Hung, a beautiful instrument originating from Switzerland. And, as I slowly drifted off into dreamtime under a sky full of southern stars I felt like one of the luckiest people on earth.<br /><br />Waking to the sound of seagulls at dawn I looked at my clock for what was to be the last time for the next 6 days at sea . . . so long as I woke at sunrise I figured that there would always be time to do my yoga and meditation before preparing breakfast for our team aboard Vallela. Somehow I had landed myself on the muso’s boat and what a pleasure to have live music morning, noon and night . . . Bhajan’s for Breakfast, Lounge Music for Lunch and Jamming with the Whales each afternoon and evening . . . Whalesong, music, healing, ceremony and dance was the theme of the dream and we all shared the joy of spontaneity in co-creating our wonderland with the whales on the water and beneath the waves for a whole week! <br /><br />Motoring out of Urangan Harbour we set sail north and it was not long before we encountered our first whale and calf. I had seen whales at sea and from land on several occasions yet not too dissimilar from elephant sittings in Africa it is very difficult not to be touched by the power, beauty and perfection of being in such close proximity of some of the largest mammals on earth. As my heart continued to expand my breathing became more difficult and the only way I could express the joy I felt was through song, not that I am any singer but the need to create sound outweighed any embarrassment I may have felt for singing out of tune. <br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TMYtlwAxd8I/AAAAAAAAAOw/r724les_F9Q/s1600/Hervey+Bay+039.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TMYtlwAxd8I/AAAAAAAAAOw/r724les_F9Q/s320/Hervey+Bay+039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532159318837786562" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TMYtl2ENiBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/oMaDtOUGik0/s1600/Hervey+Bay+016.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TMYtl2ENiBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/oMaDtOUGik0/s320/Hervey+Bay+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532159320462821394" /></a><br />What amazed me is that we never once had an organised ‘family meeting’, ‘circle’ or ‘formal discussion time’ to lay out any rules and regulations on board Vallela, everyone simply went with their flow/the flow and it worked. At times we visited Cattitude and at times their crew visited us which on one particular occasion was of great benefit to me when ZaKaiRan (www.ZaKaiRan.com), Cattitude’s skipper, came over and offered me a healing session to assist me with addressing my ongoing alignment and integration issues. He had his own unique style of working with energy and sound that I was not familiar with and whatever it was it worked in reaching and releasing the emotion that was still being held somewhere in the depths of my being. It left me feeling absolutely exhausted yet also very soft and gentle, I felt like curling up in a warm bed in the sun and that is exactly what I did until I heard the call of breeching whales!<br /><br />It seems as though every time I work with someone I manage to retrieve an extra piece of my puzzle, this one in particular being from a life time on some other planet in our solar system. Each session tends to leave me more relaxed and expanded yet also somewhat disorientated; the depth of which I am learning is a good gauge as to the degree of each shift. This, combined with my inability to engage my mind as I progressively come closer and closer to aligning with my heart, seems to be a reliable indicator of relative progress . . . or that is according to my reality at the present time which, for those of you who have been sharing this journey with me have probably also realised, continues to expand and evolve ;-).<br /><br />We soon slipped in to a daily routine which for me meant rising with the sun. On one particular morning this came with a call from two dolphins passing by and by the time I got out of my swag to see them on their way a whale and her baby passed within a meter of the bow directly beneath where I was standing . I enjoyed the still of the morning and the space on deck to do my ablutions and yoga while everyone else was still sleeping, the timing was to perfection and I could not have orchestrated the flow better if I had attempted to choreograph it myself. Going with the flow worked so well that by the time I had finished my meditation Norma Mou, my naturally naked and very beautiful cooking partner, would emerge and we would prepare breakfast for our family.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TMYvBY19_5I/AAAAAAAAAPI/cHGswB_mpeg/s1600/Hervey+Bay+048.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TMYvBY19_5I/AAAAAAAAAPI/cHGswB_mpeg/s320/Hervey+Bay+048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532160893166419858" /></a><br />Once our work was done we were free to explore the ocean and/or Fraser Island which meant endless white sand beaches and crystal clear water beneath the warm southern sun. There was time to swim with the turtles and on one very special occasion I shared a magical moment of stillness in time and space within very close proximity of a whale and her calf, a moment in time that I will not forget so long as I live. <br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TMYwnx1_YSI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KYvYHk0VytI/s1600/Hervey+Bay+084.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TMYwnx1_YSI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KYvYHk0VytI/s320/Hervey+Bay+084.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532162652224053538" /></a><br />I did not really realise how busy I had kept myself in Carins until I slowed down long enough to smell the flowers which in this environment meant beachcombing, creating sand sculptures, spending time with women and bathing in the sweet waters of the island springs. Not to forget time to listening to Bunna’s stories of this ancient land and its indigenous earthkeepers that I still feel I know very little about. Our crew would generally gravitate back toward the boat around midday so that we could prepare lunch and set sail in search of whales which were never too far away as we headed in the general direction of our next evening anchorage. <br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TMYtmSN-GqI/AAAAAAAAAPA/oxgwebJq8v0/s1600/Hervey+Bay+042.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TMYtmSN-GqI/AAAAAAAAAPA/oxgwebJq8v0/s320/Hervey+Bay+042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532159328019946146" /></a><br />On day two we met another colourful character by the name of Richie, a very gentle and humble elderly man who has spent the better part of the last 10 yrs following guidance from the Arcturian Star System to establish a grid across the length and breadth of Australia. Richie had spent a lot of time over the years on Fraser Island and as a result was the ideal candidate to lead two of the three ceremonies that took place during the course of our whale journey. Whilst Richie was up the mountain performing his first ceremony Bunna began the second one which held the vibration on the beach below. There was no prior organisation and the ceremonial space simply evolved with people coming as and when they were called and contributing to the altar and the energy in whatever way or form they felt.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TMYvDeod_ZI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Ph_r6iUjdn4/s1600/Hervey+Bay+085.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TMYvDeod_ZI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Ph_r6iUjdn4/s320/Hervey+Bay+085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532160929080147346" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TMYvCF4eODI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/U3S-11GR_gc/s1600/Hervey+Bay+059.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TMYvCF4eODI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/U3S-11GR_gc/s320/Hervey+Bay+059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532160905256515634" /></a><br />Some of our best Whalesong was in the stillness of the evening which simply provided another excuse for a jam session. Kim would lower the microphone into the water and broadcast the live Whalesong over Vallela’s sound system and the boys would simply pick up the beat on the didge, the Djembe and guitar. Those who could sing led the way while the rest of us joined in for the chorus as we danced on any spare patch of deck space that could be found. And whenever I needed a break I would curl up in the mainsail cover and get gently rocked in my cradle by the ocean waves as I watched for shooting stars in the sky above. While the rest of Australia was experiencing heavy rainfall and flooding we were living like Gods and Goddesses in our magic bubble of daily sunshine and crystal clear night skies filled and overflowing with stars.<br /><br />After four days in the north end of Fraser Island we made our way back to Watumba Creek to return Richie to his home base aboard his catamaran Earth Spirit and share our final ceremony. Most of those participating were called ashore in the early morning however as I had cook duties I did not feel as though I could join them as I would have liked to. This inconvenience however was soon overcome as we received a radio message of last call for ceremony just as my work was done. Slipping on my bikini and sunblock I jumped in the tender with Shelley and motored over to Cattitude to collect Annie before we headed for shore. The women were on the beach to welcome us and Bunna was waiting to paint our faces. It was time to share sacred space one last time before we headed further south for our last night at sea.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TMYvCXNaRzI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VMEUunJyGcs/s1600/Hervey+Bay+068.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TMYvCXNaRzI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VMEUunJyGcs/s320/Hervey+Bay+068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532160909907740466" /></a><br />During the ceremony Richie passed on to Bunna an amethyst crystal for him to take to the land of his ancestors on the Great Australian Bite. I wondered then how related Richie’s work and Raeline’s guidance to Activate the Birthing Gates of the Starry Whale Palaces of Lemuria was to my Earthwalk Project. . . I guess only time will tell the connection and for now it is best I stay out of my head and accept that it is as it is and all seem as though they are pieces of a puzzle corresponding to some greater Divine Plan!<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TMYvC-nF2RI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gizqC27FjvU/s1600/Hervey+Bay+080.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TMYvC-nF2RI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gizqC27FjvU/s320/Hervey+Bay+080.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532160920484436242" /></a><br />With our ceremony complete it was time to offer prayers and give thanks before closing sacred space. Richie invited Shelley and I back to his special space on Earth Spirit which reminded me very much of my visit to Sakina Blue Star in Sedona, Arizona only Richie’s museum was not only living but also floating. I enjoyed a long swim back to Vallela in time to raise anchor and hoist the sail as we headed out to sea to what turned out to be our most spectacular performance of whale behaviour for the entire journey.<br /><br />It was early afternoon and Norma and I were doing our gig in the galley when we heard the call of whales breeching and that was simply the beginning of what turned into a 2 hour performance of breeching, tail slapping and rolling by four whales either directly in front or immediately between our two boats. Needless to say it took a long time to prepare lunch that day and the best thing was that nobody cared as there was more important music to be made. <br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TMYwqeiylNI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Zvmc_9aRfb4/s1600/Hervey+Bay+061.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TMYwqeiylNI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Zvmc_9aRfb4/s320/Hervey+Bay+061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532162698582856914" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TMYwp7m7GpI/AAAAAAAAAQA/fVijhl0SoCU/s1600/Hervey+Bay+060.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TMYwp7m7GpI/AAAAAAAAAQA/fVijhl0SoCU/s320/Hervey+Bay+060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532162689204951698" /></a><br />That evening we received our first shower of rain and although I still managed my last night on deck by morning the wind had picked up and it was time to batten down the hatches and surf the waves back on the Urangan harbour on winds gusting up to 30 knots! Norma kindly made time to share her gifts of healing on the journey home and I was able to experience the benefits of another new yet perhaps very old technique working through the perineum and conception vessel. I felt an incredible opening especially through my lower chakras which made me want to feel what it was like to be a sail so I climbed up on to the top deck and flew the last leg back to Hervey Bay. And what a magnificent way it was in which to end our week of Whale Dreaming.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TMYwskg48BI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/1kh_by3KNn4/s1600/Hervey+Bay+120.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TMYwskg48BI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/1kh_by3KNn4/s320/Hervey+Bay+120.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532162734545235986" /></a><br />Raeline was at the harbour to meet us and I was able to introduce her to most of the Whaledreamers team in between sorting, packing and cleaning. My body felt as though it was still walking on water and my energy body was so expanded that I felt as though I wanted a week of silence and solitude so that I could integrate all that had happened over the past week. Now however was not the time, as it was 10.10.10 in 12 hours time and Raeline and I had too much we wanted to share before we joined in ceremony to open the first Birthing Gate of the Starry Whale Palaces of Lemuria . . .Leanne Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524383042017147230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287703124415234166.post-75386420602857696142010-10-02T10:16:00.006+10:002010-10-02T10:45:20.692+10:00Emersion in the Elements<strong>Connecting with Global Fire Vigil from Great Barrier Reef</strong><br /><br />Debra and I had planned on venturing up to the Cooktown area to visit a few more Sacred Sites of Kuku Yalangi. The elements however had other plans as the Rainforest had been living up to its reputation and after a week of torrential rain, combined with only having a 2WD vehicle, limited our access to a few of the more remote sites that were highlighted on our intended map. Coincidently and without any prior communication we were both called in the direction of the Reef and as a result when Deb phoned to invite me out for a day on the Great Barrier, one of the wonders of our world, I did not hesitate to accept! <br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TKZ-yWiJnHI/AAAAAAAAANM/v4J6wrpR8nw/s1600/Cairns+001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TKZ-yWiJnHI/AAAAAAAAANM/v4J6wrpR8nw/s320/Cairns+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523241396523867250" /></a><br />Our day began down at the pier as we boarded the Reef Magic Catamaran along with +/- 120 other local and foreign tourists and a multi-national and multi-lingual crew. Reef cruises had come a long way since my last trip out a few years back; there was a full safety briefing not too dissimilar from that of an aircraft and we had on hand dive masters, marine biologists, an attentive crew and a genuine Ozzie captain with a reasonable sense of humour. Once more, during the 90 minute journey both to and from the reef, there was a crew member on hand ready gloved and armed with ice, sick bags and compassionate smile to attend to any passengers who might find themselves in conflict with our precious element of water.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TKZ-ytCT1MI/AAAAAAAAANU/44pdpD0Zb6Y/s1600/Cairns+003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TKZ-ytCT1MI/AAAAAAAAANU/44pdpD0Zb6Y/s320/Cairns+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523241402564334786" /></a><br />Since a couple of tourists went missing, albeit under questionable circumstances, during a trip to the reef a couple years previous all tour operators were obliged to facilitate a head count prior to departing the pier and the reef so that no one was left behind. It was during the count prior to our departure from the reef that the captain excelled himself with the comment “if you are feeling pressure on the soles of your feet it is because you are still standing on them when you should be sitting down for the count”! It reminded me of Roddy Smith’s Betty Kaunda joke form Zambia.<br /><br />On Deb’s recommendation we opted out of scuba diving for the simple reason that there was little more to be seen in the depths that could not easily be viewed from the surface with mask, snorkel, a good pair of lungs and reliable set of fins. And as I recalled the same from my previous trip we chose to spend our day between the water and sundeck where form either vantage point we could easily observe the antics of “Wally” the infamous and very sociable Napoleon (Maori) Wrasse. It was the first time I had ever heard the term ‘Maori Wrasse’ even though it was quite understandable when studying the intricacy of the moko (facial tattoo) that Wally wore.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TKZ-yx0WXLI/AAAAAAAAANk/HThcgZ_OgxI/s1600/Cairns+007.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TKZ-yx0WXLI/AAAAAAAAANk/HThcgZ_OgxI/s320/Cairns+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523241403847957682" /></a><br />We enjoyed our time exploring the sights and sounds of one of our earth’s most colourful and beautiful eco-systems, that was until the whistle was blown and we were called back within the boundaries of the ‘snorkelling zone’. As we returned to the boat we were greeted by Wally an incredibly large, very beautiful and extremely curious Napoleon Wrasse. He actually swam up to us when we first arrived and we could see his eye carefully inspecting each one of us as we gently stroked him. Wally is a very playful character that clearly enjoys interacting with anyone who ventures into the near vicinity of his underwater world.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TKZ-y6R1VnI/AAAAAAAAANc/m6oFEvLuLBU/s1600/Cairns+006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TKZ-y6R1VnI/AAAAAAAAANc/m6oFEvLuLBU/s320/Cairns+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523241406119106162" /></a><br />Deb also shared a very special story of the last time she came out to the reef with her friend Jo . . . They had been snorkelling for quite some time, long enough for the two of them to have ventured beyond the main snorkelling zone and for Jo to be feeling the cold. Deb took Jo by the hand and suggested they head back only the wind had come up and it was not easy to decipher the direction of the Marine World Pontoon. From out of the nowhere came one of the wrasse who circled them before proceeding to lead the way back to the boat. Once Jo’s hand was on the bottom rung of the ladder it turned to them in acknowledgement then disappeared back off into the blue from where it had come . . . what a beautiful example of how we are able to communicate with our natural world.<br /><br />On our way back to the pontoon and coincidently with no prior arrangement I saw Deb conducting an underwater Oneness Blessing for the Reef at exactly the same time that I was connecting with Wake and Kinlen Wheeler’s Global Fire Vigil. For more information on Global Fire Vigil please visit; www.sacredpathways.us <br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TKZ-zComZII/AAAAAAAAANs/EzxL3C2148k/s1600/Cairns+010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TKZ-zComZII/AAAAAAAAANs/EzxL3C2148k/s320/Cairns+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523241408362079362" /></a><br />We enjoyed an afternoon snorkel tour to the outer reef and a lazy afternoon watching the world go by as we motored back to Cairns. It was an opportunity to reflect on my 3 months and 3 weeks I had been residing in Carins. I have really appreciated being still for a while and becoming part of another community. In addition to my Argentine Tango lessons twice weekly I have also enjoyed participating and assisting when asked with Deb and Amanda’s Meditation and Oneness Blessing Group and to observe it evolve and grow. Consequently I was also very aware how easy it was for me to slip into my comfort zone. I had since received a couple more invitations to house-sit and if I hadn’t been invited to fulfil the position of assistant chef on Dr Didge’s Whale Research Journey in Hervey Bay on the 2nd October I may have been tempted to stay.<br /><br />I may not have got around to editing my book to present to a publisher but I know that will happen in good time and could quite easily make it my project for the festive season if I am not called or tempted to venture elsewhere on our earth. I am however very pleased that the Earthwalk Project website is finally due to due to go live and I have managed to navigate my way into the 21st century of social communications with a little help from my first project donation of an iPhone and a lot of experimentation !@#$%^! In addition through the Munay-Ki and T5T workshops I have taught has come much learning, growth and trust in my own ability to share my knowledge and experience with others in a way that can be easily understood. <br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TKaACwbnuJI/AAAAAAAAAN0/jCUQJ9hAFic/s1600/Cairns+012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TKaACwbnuJI/AAAAAAAAAN0/jCUQJ9hAFic/s320/Cairns+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523242777865336978" /></a><br />And what better way to end a wonderful day than sharing it with friends both new and old. It was a pleasure to prepare a seafood feast for Robert, Leanne and Debra to thank them for the privilege of house-sitting their special space and for simply being part of my life. And it was just as special to be woken by the Kookaburra’s at dawn the following morning to be called out onto the veranda where I observed a beautiful little spider weaving a new web. It made me realise that with the Munay-Ki gathering I had arranged for the coming evening I was busy in a similar way joining the dots with strands of light that linked like-minded people together. <br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TKaAC2xghjI/AAAAAAAAAN8/VEY-gpOcD2o/s1600/Cairns+014.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TKaAC2xghjI/AAAAAAAAAN8/VEY-gpOcD2o/s320/Cairns+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523242779567752754" /></a><br />Erica, Robert and Leanne’s cleaning lady, kindly loaned me her car for my last couple weeks in Cairns which was a great help even though my hope to purchase it fell through at the last minute. Coincidently this left me too little time to look elsewhere before I had to leave for Hervey Bay, perhaps the universe has other plans and my hope to return to Sedona to attend my Tantra Teacher Training and Drunvalo’s Advanced Earth/Sky Living in the Heart Workshop in November may still be on the cards. But that too is only one of the many possibilities of what the future may hold and right now I am very much pleased to be living very much in the present moment. <br /><br />After all what more could one want than a 24 hour bus journey to Harvey Bay accompanied by Shirley MacLaine’s, ‘El Camino’? This is the homework I was given from a recent healing session with Celia Fuller where I explored, excavated and repaired a little more of my ‘Atlantean Experiment’ past life debris that is causing my current physical left/right integration/alignment issues. And if that doesn’t shed a little more light on my past and thus my future than I am sure a whole week on the water with the whales in Hervey Bay will certainly bring the elements and everything else back to balance!Leanne Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524383042017147230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287703124415234166.post-83160382724890952752010-09-28T11:46:00.003+10:002010-09-28T12:25:56.490+10:00Munay-Ki in Carins<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TKFP4TvlMhI/AAAAAAAAANE/Vrs5S-x5IKs/s1600/Cairns+030.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TKFP4TvlMhI/AAAAAAAAANE/Vrs5S-x5IKs/s320/Cairns+030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521782446924050962" /></a><br />Just when I thought my time in Cairns was complete I was asked to facilitate another Munay-Ki workshop. And, in a short space of time having agreed to the proposal I found myself with another six dedicated students ready to take the next step along the path of their respective spiritual journey. My time was flexible as was the weather patterns thus we were able to weave our workshop within the natural landscapes; parks and beaches on the outskirts of the city retreating to Alexi’s veranda at times of rain. <br /><br />Perched on a hillside on the edge of a National Park behind Smithfield Alexia’s space proved the perfect venue, with mother earth the ultimate partner, for a magical journey with the Munay-Ki. Submerged in the tropical rainforest we were blessed with incredible interaction from the surrounding birdlife and reptiles, as well as Alexi’s interesting and ingenious neighbours that came and went from the upstairs section of the house she rented. <br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TKFP3FHm-NI/AAAAAAAAAMk/fA01jCM4bYg/s1600/Cairns+010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TKFP3FHm-NI/AAAAAAAAAMk/fA01jCM4bYg/s320/Cairns+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521782425818429650" /></a><br />On my first morning at Alexia’s I met Kelli Craig, originally from Northland, New Zealand who for the past +/-20 yrs on assignment (her own) in Queensland Far North. Working with Aboriginal communities through circus (circle us) Kelli has developed the legacy of Blackrobats. <br /><br />"Circus arts teach kids confidence through physical co-ordination and fitness alongside the value of co-operation and can help improve the health and education of the whole community." <br /> <br />Blackrobats aims to expand the horizons of the young people from the indigenous communities in Far North Queensland. Through workshops and performance opportunities, the young people are encouraged to develop their skills and experiences. <br /><br />For anyone who may be interested in learning more about or supporting Blackrobats Kelli may be contacted through the following links;<br /><br />Facebook: BLACKROBATS<br />Website: www.northerncircus.com<br /><br />Meanwhile our weekends spent in workshop felt more like being on a goddess retreat than anything relating to work. And as with all my workshops I learn from teaching, my initiates are very much my teachers and I love the challenge of being absolutely present all the time so that I am able to source the correct words or practical exercises to help people better understand our multi-dimensional reality. As through realising this, combined with learning where our energy comes from how we hold it and where we expend it, we are better able to access our unlimited power and potential taking full responsibility of what we are creating in our lives.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TKFP3lEbZZI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Xx-ZHDsgEfE/s1600/Cairns+022.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TKFP3lEbZZI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Xx-ZHDsgEfE/s320/Cairns+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521782434395022738" /></a><br /><br />And once the self-healing tools and techniques had been mastered and the theory understood there was no better way to end each day than through the ritual of sharing the Rites and the honouring of these unique gifts through Fire Ceremony.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TKFP3b_AJYI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ZNxMNHAnlUc/s1600/Cairns+011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TKFP3b_AJYI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ZNxMNHAnlUc/s320/Cairns+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521782431956346242" /></a><br /><br /><em>"If you want to learn something, read about it. <br /> If you want to understand something, write about it. <br />If you want to master something, teach it." <br /><br />Yogi Bhaja</em><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TKFP32N20zI/AAAAAAAAAM8/XEXiMN2C0OA/s1600/Cairns+027.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qmmwKTLoO4U/TKFP32N20zI/AAAAAAAAAM8/XEXiMN2C0OA/s320/Cairns+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521782438997971762" /></a><br /><br />I am currently in Queensland, Australia however am happy to travel to anywhere in the world to facilitate both Munay-Ki (www.munay-ki.org) and T5T: The Five Tibetan Rites, Core Stability and Energy Breathing (www.T5T.com Workshops) in addition to offering my services as a live-in Holistic Life Coach and/or Private Healing Sessions. For further information please contact me by email; earthwalk.project@gmail.com.Leanne Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16524383042017147230noreply@blogger.com0