88. Fountain of Light

Ripples of cascading, flowing white light
shimmer and sparkle across the carpeted floor
as we sit and are welcomed into the whare
Te Puna i te Ao Marama

The Fountain of Light is the name of this House
apon the lands itself which bear the same name
and dutifully named by the ancestor Kupe
in a beautiful area called the Hokianga

But as the speeches continue and song fills the rafters
and Dame Whina's picture hangs on the wall
the floor of the House is shimmering at me
as though the afternoon Sun sits alongside me

Curiously I look all about me
hoping that others can see what's before me
but alas - they do not, and continue to listen
as the tangata whenua continue to talk

With my bare feet and whilst no-one is noticing
I wiggle - really slowly, some of my toes
and see one pass through this mysterious layer
like a whale or dolphin through the crest of a wave

I am conscious of others, now wary of me
where my wee antics are attracting attention
so slowly, I smile and offer my gratitude
to these beautiful waters who have made themselves known

I reach down, and gently - I now stroke the floor
as though I'm admiring the shag of the carpet
and feel my own heart fill with peace and with beauty
as I gain my composure, and listen to speeches

87. Doorstep of the Sun

Silhouetted by the setting Sun
a figure sits calmly, peacefully
sits on the Doorstep of the Sun

on Mahaukura, the Glowing Threshold

The Eye of the Sun opens
like the Eye of a Needle
an Inferno of Fiery Darkness
of Horrific Life and of Serene Death

Te Kore and Te Po
Te Ao Marama and Whakapapa
Time and Causality
Come together, as One

It is Time without Time
It is a Day inside a Night
a World knowing no opposites or duality

I rage peacefully
I love within anger
I live in the Mind's Eye
of a being long passed, and of a child unborn


*Mahaukura, site on top of Pirongia Mountain, Waikato, New Zealand
*Te Kore (Nothingness), Te Po (Darkness), Te Ao Marama (World of Light), stages of evolution in traditonal Māori history
*Whakapapa (Ancestral lineage/Matrices/Order/Structure/Form)

86. A Shift

Planets and stars move way above me

while ions and particles collide and contract

and the current and tides of the water and air

will bring forth vibrations which break through reality

Experiments begin of a peculiar kind

on the nature of man and connections to Spirit

Breaking dependencies on Mother Nature

and creating a barrier in the Ionosphere

Genetically modified food is now grown

not from her soil but from metal and glass

and nuclear weapons are exploding above us

to alter and fortify the space round the planet

Papatuanuku must come of age

where her body will shift and vibration rises

where we can no-longer rely on those things

which helped us, or served us, or kept us sustained

And so too, will this usher in another new age

which push the boundaries of our bodies and minds

We've been here before and we'll do it again

another new epoch in the lives of wo(man)

85. Te Hokioi

In the afternoon sun I see far below me
mountains and rivers and deep red ravines
From as far away as my own eyes can see
is the distant horizon where the land and sky meet

From far below I look up in the air
and see myself smiling with arms stretched out wide
but my very own silhouette is no-longer my own
bearing feathers which reach from my head to my toes

On the warmth of the winds do I find myself glide
as though I am carried on the backs of a prayer
And towards the Sun and the Creator's own face
do I carry the wishes of the whole human race...

84. Elemental Waka

I te tonga o te rā
ka tae mai te waka
ki te tiki i ngā Ringa o te Ora e

Kia hau mai ki uta
i te karanga o te kuia
kia hoki atu ki Te Ikaroa

Kia kaha e tama
e tere te waka
Aue Maui-tikitiki-ā-Taranga e

Kia eke ki runga
tēnei waka Atua
i mua i te tonga o te rā
i mua i te tonga o te rā

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Before the sun sets
the boat will arrive
to collect all the Elementals

Come down to the shore
when the old woman calls out
so we can all go back to the Milky Way for the night

Go hard
steering the boat
You, the vessel of Maui-tikitiki-ā-Taranga

Climb on board
this boat of the Elementals
before the setting of the Sun
before the setting of the Sun

83. Wotty-wot

Deep in a dream I look down at the ground
and see a small shadow on top of my back
Shy and afraid it moves further away
as I try to grab at it, and reach right behind me

Slowly and gently I beckon it round
and coax with a loving and caressing hand
where a little green creature with 6 bulbous eyes
scrambles around to the front of my body

It's tube like antennae wobble and flop
as the little young infant snuggles into my chest
and notice another young thing on my shoulder
whose body resembles a stick like insect

And from the ground I feel another one move
slowly and meekly curling around my left leg
where pitted, small eyes apon it's small head
look up at me shyly, fondly with love

Sensing their fear I look all about me
and see a young guy hunting them down
But it is ok I say to the children
as I call forth a protector whose also a mum

The beauty Medusa appears from the dark
baring a great regal head and locks of long snake
where the children I hold now cover their eyes
as I warn the young hunter he'd best do the same

The thing about fear, if its left to continue
will make you imagine and create bigger foes
But sometimes the simplist things we can do
is look at our fears through a differing lense?

82. Rongomaraeroa

Rongomaraeroa as old as the Universe
sits on my puku (stomach) looking up at the Sky
Like the Moon which shines and glimmers at Night
so too does her hair sit about her own shoulders
And as Brown as the Earth or the feathers of Kiwi
does a korowai dress her beautiful body
And peace and serenity she brings me this night
for a father and son who are strangers no more...

81. Waiata Dream Voice

Deep in a dream I move bout the house
with a chorus of words leaving my mouth
I radiate love, light and great power
and feel myself lifting up off the floor

With head thrown back and arms out to the side
I rise in the air staring up at the ceiling
and feeling my body beginning to lift
I feel like a cloud of rain and of mist

"This is too easy" I say to myself
and instruct my own body to turn on it's head
Now upside down I begin to descend
blending and moving down into the ground

Down into darkness my body turns upright
where a Lioness statue stands in the corner
Guardian is she of the entrance below
directing my passage with blazing blue eyes

A lobby or room is my destination
but more than enough for my own curiosity
In the hull of a ship I find myself walking
Poseidon or Tangaroa are guiding me now

An anchor and chain hang from the ceiling
where I hold gently to the Heavens above
and I read and I look at words and of images
scrawled and posted across all the walls

But surely enough I feel round my ankle
some sort of entity chaining my leg
and now I'm aware of why I am here
to have one hand in Heaven and a foot down in Hell...

*waiata (singing)

80. Life abroad

Filled to the brim with beauty and love
I feel myself float and rise off the ground
I gather momentum and continue to rise
and break through the atmosphere with sonic sound

Within a few seconds I boom once again
and land on a planet of somewhere afar
I'm met by a man who gives me a drink
enabling me to wander about

I see a vast culture of cities and people
going about, their very own day
but I'm also aware as I feel people near
of a slight twinge of darkness, of pain and of fear

I once had a vision to heal my own kin
and fill all of their lives with love and with grace
but it seems that this vision will also extend
to all of our brethren, spread across God's own face....

79. Medicine from afar

A gold Moai stands to a backdrop of stars
shining yellow and gold as opposed to our white
A star scape or night sky of a land from afar
is what I now look at in wonder and awe

Rongoa or medicine comes from our plants
it comes from the earth, the water and air
Similarly must it come from the elements
which give this new World it's own life and own form

"May I have some? Not for me - for my planet?"
I ask the Mowai who looks down with a smile
and instantly do I breathe in gold air
and bask in the radiance of these foreign stars

It fills my whole body, my spirit and mind
and fills me with beauty and lifts me up high
I turn and I thank the gracious Moai
for these gifts and his grace, which makes my heart cry...

78. The Light Within

The temperature in the room, goes really cold
and the dark seems to be even darker still
Impending fear and doom start to creep in
as waves of goose bumps run over my body

Somewhere a door slams and window glass bangs
and feet slowly move about my own house
and even the timber in the walls and the framing
start to creak, start to move - expand and contract

Deep in a slumber I hear the door handle
of my own bedroom door now twist and then turn
and far, far away from 3 blocks away
the voices of dead relatives taunt and torment me

Now gripped with fear and nowhere to turn
in a small, tiny voice come the words of a prayer
until louder and louder does my own voice now sound
as I belt out the words like never be for!

I swing from my bed and turn on the Light
hearing the foot steps now taking flight
I rip open the door and belt out a tune
about my little Light and how it will Shine

And whatever thought to taunt and torment me
by using the voices of those ones I love
You better be running straight back to the dark
because if I see you, I'll rip you apart

I wake in the morning and I'm really upset
but then take a deep breath and reflect on the night
I begin to realise as the Sun starts to shine
it's the Light that's inside us that makes the dark hide...

77. Gift from a Lover

Spring approaches and is heralded in
with birds in the air and the buzzing of bees
New flowers open and dance on the breeze
as lambs jump and play, and run across fields

Handsome young guys now smile and grin
making pretty young girls giggle and laugh
and ever so lightly does a warm gentle wind
run over my body and over my face

With a ram or horned horse, at each of it's ends
does a vision, of a brilliant, gold bracelet appear
A gift signalling, his impending arrival
and bringing with him, renewal and life

From the depths of the Underworld will Adonis arrive
having spent half the year with Persephone
God of Man, God of Youth, of desire and beauty
returns to his first wife, the great Aphrodite

Tamanuitera is exactly the same
after having spent time with Hinetakurua
but with birds in the air and the buzzing of bees
he returns once again, to Hineraumati

76. 8000 years ago

When you look into my eyes
I see a hint of desperation
a longingness for me to see
the soul who sits behind your mind

8,000 years ago
beneath the ocean and the waves
you held me tight and tenderly
and made my heart both sink and cry

I was Aphrodite then
and you were the handsome Nerites
who captivated my own heart
and forever to your soul was bound

And ever since that time began
and over a century and then a millenia
have we been born throughout the ages
finally meeting, once again...

75. Stripped of sound

Putting trim milk in my tea
I turn to see the lounge no more
In it's place - an ugly Vortex
a spinning dirty, big Black Hole

I calmly turn and walk away
ignoring things which don't exist
and through the hallway of the house
are doors no more but Galaxies

Sharp headed creatures with dark black skin
crawl along the walls and ceiling
and upside down they leer at me
smiling, swiping and grinning too

My partner starts to see a shadow
and flatmates begin to feel uncomfortable
they feel as though they're being watched
and the house is really cold

Growing fearful for my house
and all my friends and family
I put myself right in between
Hell itself and those I love

From deep, deep down inside my stomach
resounding from within my heart
I begin to say a little prayer
until I start to cough and choke

I begin to shout and start to stammer
opening every door and cupboard
until I'm in my own bedroom
where total darkness engulfs me now

It's here with me in my own room
with nowhere else for it to go
and trapped with me I now begin
to greet the Heavenly Departed

Instead of might, instead of hate
instead of anger, instead of fear
Nervously I greet these souls
with humility and with grace

As I urge them on their path
towards Te Reinga and the Light
the darkness now begins to fade
as the Sunshine comes back in

I take a turn about the house
and hear my whare (house) stripped quite bare
where sound itself now echoes softly
off the walls and off the ceiling

74. The Stone People

Two huge monsters made of stone
look up at me laughing, smiling
They command their minions to come at me
as rocks and boulders fly at my head

I take refuge between the slabs
and kick them out and see them fall
They land apon my enemies heads
but elicit laughs instead of dread

And all of a sudden the sky is dark
as a big black hole does cloak the World
The giants roar 'The Mother's here'
and I am caught on an updraft wind

Sucked into space, beyond the Moon
beyond the Stars and the Milky Way
I astral travel far and wide
right to the limits of Father Time

At attention, facing outwards
he guards the limits of our space
Ensuring us of our own safety
from life beyond our own continuim...

73. Ngeru o Murirangawhenua

He whero kee ngaa whatu, o te ngeru e
e whaakanakana mai i runga i te whare
Aukati taku haere ka wiri nei ngaa pona
i te ihi me te wehi o te puti pango nei

Ka ara mai te karakia ki roto i a au
ka mene, ka nguguru, aa, ka eke iho mai
Ka whaatoro atu au ki toona tuaraa
he waea kee te āhua, he maaro, he pakeke

Kaatahi nei te tipua mai tuawhakarere
atu i te Maarama, mai Murirangawhenua
E te tohunga nui kua homai ki a au
he tohu koe moo taku ara ka poouriuri pea...

72. Hellhound

A gigantuan dog as big as a man
with the blackest of coats that I've ever seen
Is standing on guard and looking around
until his own eyes look at me and then down

With eyes like the silhouette of a black star
his face seems sad, sullen and shy
"Come here!" I say and beckon towards me
where he makes his way forward and slumps at my feet

It seems my protectors have come from the dark
to help me confront all the things on my path
With a dog on my left, and a cat on my right
I feel more assured going into the Night...

71. Guardian of the Night

A black cat with red eyes stares down at me
from high apon the roof of the garage
With eyes which fix me right to the spot
eliciting fear from deep down inside

I say a small karakia and see it come forward
sauntering up to me smiling and purring
I reach out and touch it and stroke its black back
but its fur is like wire - as hard as a star

Oh little old pussy who comes from afar
from beyond our own Moon, and perhaps beyond Mars
If an animal like you has been sent to my aid
then my journey must take me, along a knife's blade....

70. The God of War

Huge chains hang from trees outside my own window
as though something monsterous is unleashed to the World
A big shadow moves, touches, envelopes me
a giant of a man with the face of an Uncle

Fear dissipates, and love comes to my heart
as he holds me, comforts me, surrounds and protects me
and all of a sudden, I'm on the marae atea
surrounded by Titans from beyond our own World

The words from my mouth now punch and accentuate
to cast off and put down, all these monsters I see
The power of words both forceful and loud
now dance on the ears and the hearts of these Lords

Tumatauenga, the Atua of War
stands behind me and moves me, just like a puppet
My head tilts in derision, my arms wrap the World
while I squat, twist, and jump - beguiling the crowd

And to the back of the whare do I now serve the kai
baked potatoes and sour cream and pizzas with cheese
New lessons I've learnt about things such as pōwhiri
the true nature of man; the fighter - provider...

69. Angels at my table

From the light of the white candle
does a dim glow bathe the room
creating an ethereal backdrop
to my washing on the airer

My green apple as an offering
casts its own shadow about the room
on top of a white envelope
containing the 3 wishes I ask for

But as my eyes grow dim
and my senses start to dull
I see a dragon's tail
before I slumber and asleep

He now stands before me with glistening green skin
with dilating eyes and jerking head movements
And his words although deliberate
make him swallow hard and deep
so he tries his best to smile, to put me at ease

"You can do [pause] whatever you want
If you had reason [swallow] to believe [jerk] otherwise
then know [lick] that I will always help you [smile]"

On the first night of 5 did this Angel come to me
on the second night another and the 3rd made 3
And for the next 2 nights, they will come again
and sit beside my bed until my wishes end...

68. Masters

Standing in a courtyard in the brilliance of the Sun
My body is washed and thoroughly cleansed
to the prayers of Satguru Shi Baba

I alone am taken to the Emperor King of Jade

Yu Huang who rules the Heavens and all of Earth as well
I bow before him with a smile and sit beneath his feet
and I do bite upon his toe receiving all his power

I stand and look outside the window of my mother's house
to see the Buddha loving, playing and bringing things to life
Lord Vishnu stands above me eyeing me intently
and shakes and quivers as his arms all sprinkle me with grace

And finally, to set me on a grand and noble path
does the prophet Muhammad offer prayers
across the earth and heavens...

67. Divine Love

Sitting beside me I'm filled with excitement
as attendants adorn us and clothe us together
In my hair do I wear blossoms and twigs
from beautiful peach trees of the most vibrant pink

Over your own handsome face do my adoring eyes fall
as your crystaline skin both shimmers and shines
and with oval, dark eyes as black as the cosmos
you look at me sweetly bringing peace to my heart

Quartz crystal flecks glimmer across your forehead
casting a memory of when I first saw you
Where deep in a star did your unborn soul sleep
but feeble and sick from years of neglect

With all of my heart and all of my soul
I covered you all with healing blue light
and now do I look on your amethyst nose
and trace the faint smile of your amethyst mouth

From opposite ends of the Cosmos itself
from differing times and different realities
shall star children be joined in a magical union
bringing about the creation of a new tree of souls

66. Kura Mahita

Horoia taku tinana ki nga wai o Inia
ki nga kupu karakia, o Satguru Shi Baba
Katahi ka haria enei pia e wha
ki roto ruma tatari ai e te kui Pakeha

Ko au anake e haria ki te Kingi o Te Pounamu
He Atua nui o Aiha e rite ki a Io
Manaakita ra e ia nga Rangi Tuhaha
a, ngaua nei ko te konui o tenei Atua Yu Huang

Ki tona mana ka haere au ki te kainga o taku whaea
Kei reira ko te Atua Buddha e kata, e mene ana
Ka hau mai hoki i te kuaha ko te AtuaVishnu
a, iria ki taku pani tona mana e

Kia mutu ki nga tikanga me nga kawa pai
ka tuku whakamoemiti a Muhammad ki te rangi
Ka hau mai nei te aroha e te Wheao Ihirama
kia tupu pai, nga taonga nei, ki roto i ahau

65. Star Child

Within the interior of a warm, dark star
have you all slept, unattended for years
Millenia have passed, as you lay dormant
the Children of Ancients, Beautiful Star Babies

Quiet and alone have you lain for too long
barely alive, void of care and emotion
So with our own love, did we cover you all
hearing you sigh and breathe once again

Then born to the Earth in bodies so small
do your Heavenly spirits now have to contend
With senses so limited and emotions so raw
you feel your hearts burst or your skin crawl

But now as adults do you wander the Earth
touching the trees and smelling the wind
Perhaps in your lifetime, you'll see us walk by
drawn straight towards us, but not knowing why....

64. Gatekeepers

At the front of the class she laughs and she smiles
inspiring her students as they go through their lessons
and into the evening she waters her garden
and caresses the petals of beautiful flowers

Another one smokes as she kneads the paraoa
but mindful of mokos about her own feet
and as all the manu come back to the trees
she'll run a hot bath and set in for the evening

A young guy sits, a top a beer crate
and tunes his guitar while talking with mates
But as light recedes and his eye sight grows dim
he reckons it's time that he called it a night

As they sleep, as they slumber, as the snore, as they talk
their spirits awaken and take up their charge
To the east, to the west, to the north, or the south
they take their positions to protect and to guard

They let in the Light or bring about Dark
they inspire creation in sound or in dance
They convey the new souls to expectant mums
or carry the mournful to peace or to rest

All of these duties are not without danger
unmentionable forces also at work
But with their stout hearts they will stand and defend
wielding God's power right to the end

63. Swords of Light

Propped up against the wall of my bedroom
two thin crystal swords glow brilliantly white
With one do I swallow and the other impale
ingesting their power and all of their might

Within an instant, I'm called to arms
alone in the dark with both swords in hand
and rise into the air above a small house
and protect all of those who dwell underneath

With weapons extended I turn round and round
three times anti-clockwise - cutting the air
and below me is shrieking, screaming and cries
as shadows are cast out or caused to take flight

And back down to the ground and to my own bed
do I find myself fall and go back to sleep
and when the Sun shines as I open my eyes
I feel my heart smile, way deep down inside

62. Elemental waka

The afternoon sun shines down upon me
as I find myself down the back of the boat
the day has been beautiful with unending love
but it's time for the Elements to return to their homes

Creating a wake with my hoe in the water
the waka slows down and moves to the jetties
Spirits of faceless people embark
back on board to the songs of all of it's passengers

Our waka is led by one, single woman
who sings with beauty, bravado and love
As her songs touch the ears of all of God's servants
they're reminded it's time, once again to depart

Fully extended my oar pushes off
from the riverbed floor way down below us
We move into the current of fast flowing water
and out onto the stars and into the night.

61. Papatuanuku

In the dim, dark corner of my mother's wash house
a young Papatuanuku stands forgotten and alone
She wears her school uniform off her small frame
a cardigan of dark green and a tartan, green dress

Lost and forlorn, tired and forgotten
her young body trembles from exhaustion and cold
She turns to face me with dark, hazel eyes
the sadness of which, goes straight to my soul

She once was revered and held in esteem
and where prayer and ritual were offered to her
But here she now stands amongst laundry and litter
relegated and sent to the back of the house

She gave rise to the Sun and a bed to the Moon
and fed civilisations for a million odd years
but no-longer can she, now feed or sustain
the appetite and hunger of modern day man

I take from my bag a pounamu stone
which sparkles and shimmers bright pink from my touch
As she takes it in hand her hazel dark eyes
begin to turn yellow and brilliantly gold

Our Papatuanuku will soon come of age
where her body will grow and her spirit will soar
and spiritually we will have to evolve
no-longer sustained, by those things of old...

60. Old School

Tirelessly the children are working
fashioning weapons from human bone
warrior's teeth adorn sacred necklaces
and tibia wands bound with flax and with hair

With their innocent hearts and innocent minds
they begin to create, great weapons of spirit
and all the while, they laugh and they smile
as they dutifully work through ancestral remains

Further afield I walk round a house
brilliantly carved with 4 doors at each end
The House of 4 Winds or of 4 Directions
Miringa Te Kakara, a Star House, a Star Temple

God's Temple or Tent is also it's name where his treasures
flowed through to the World with each day
Through spiritual ritual and customary ways
were arts and crafts made, and song and dance played

So once again, will the Star Portal open
where humans and fairies will soon re-convene
The Ancients of Old and Us of Today
ushering in another new age...

59. Evil

At the foot of my bed the air shakes and it quivers
Flared nostrils appear on a menacing form
glowing dark red and orange it lunges towards me
strangling me and pinning me down

Held by my throat I hear a small prayer
and rise off the bed forcing it back
Crushing it's spirit with my own body
I snarl, "Get the fuck, out of my room"

The following day my footsteps are haunted
whispers are heard and shadows come near
The air still shakes and quivers at times
and fear and sadness will not go away

Settling in atop of my bed
apprehension and fear begin to seep in
so I confess to my partner of what had transpired
and am told that was me in a menacing form

That was all of my hurt and all of my pain
all of my anger and self deprecation
Where I forgave others for all of their sins
I dwell on my own and punish me so

My heart starts to sink as I start to recall
that apparition in menacing form
of anger and hurt and nostrils which flared
glowing brilliantly orange, blue and then red

In the dark of the night he appears once again
where the air shakes and quivers right beside my own bed
but this time I clasp him to my own chest
and sit in forgiveness, compassion and grace

58. From the mouth of babes

Through the eyes of a child
I wake in my childhood bed
to a room cloaked in darkness
except for the moonlight
streaming in through the windows

I step out into the night to a sky
filled with a hundred moons and
my mother hanging washing and
giving me a comforting smile

Another challenge now awaits me
but this time a test of childhood fears
but matched with strengths and memories
before adulthood and a maturing psyche

The moons explode and disappear and
where the darkness now creeps forward
and the cold of night begins to lick and bite
and wrap itself around my young body

Fixed to a spot I sense a being like no other
and with my mouth I hiss and regurgitate
vowels and consonants of an ancient language
understood more by snakes and by reptiles

I have come home, I now remember
childhood nightmares and talking in tongues
but where I was haunted, torn and afraid
I now stand in my power and talk to the dark...

57. Powers of the Night

I leap from my bed and see hundres of moths
who flutter and fall all about my own room
They land on my head, my shoulders and arms
all shades of white and all shades of blue

They cannot stay here I think to myself
and reach for the light switch to bring about dark
They follow the light of the bright shining moon
and make for the window and out into the night

On leaving - the sun, now shines in the room
and choruses of singing is heard from outside
Where there were hundreds of moths I now see
kaumātua or elders singing to me

They sing of the moon and sing of the stars
of songs which delighted me when I was a boy
and a grey haired old man strums a guitar
belting out words amidst smiles and roars

The words of the song perplex me a little
as I hear of a dialect void of an 'f'
and beside me my grand aunt steps into the light
and we watch all our kin of the Pai Mārire faith

Guiding me slowly with love and with light
my elders now sing of the powers of night
They sing of the moon and sing of the stars
and sing, as my tears, fall across my own heart....

56. The Dark Arts

The crystal beside me glows
from the light of my bedside clock
Casting a blue hue across the duvet,
across the curtains and out across the room
In the deepness of sleep I see
it and hear choruses of people
all talking and singing, all laughing and crying

In my mind I hear the
toilet door unlock and then see it open
and standing over me is a
shimmering figure reaching forward
extinguishing the clock's light and
bathing us in darkness

I am not afraid as I have prepared
for this next stage of my life
and sit in my heart with love and with faith
no-longer ruled by imagined fears or
scenarios of my modern day mind

I sit upright in bed holding her to me
as she now re-appears in human form with long hair
She falls at my feet in love and humility
and I motion to join me atop of my bed

With respect she declines as her World is sacred
as well as the impact it could have on my life
But for now, we sit - in love and humility
enabling me, to see into the dark...

55. Little sweet potato

On the floor of the lounge I play my koauau
while looking out over the hills and the valley
The chords that I play bring dark clouds together
and streaks of blood red fly across the horizon

From the recess of space and of time itself
a figure appears in the dawning red light
A warrior's face moves slowly towards me
with feather and bone adorning his head

My heart becomes stricken and my playing now ceases
as he comes bearing a bowl filled with sweet red potatos
"Make it good" I'm instructed as he hands it to me
punctuated with stares that pierce through my heart

Are these are the kūmara stolen from Whanui
by Rongomaui as a gift for his wife?
A gift from the Gods which was taken from Vega
reigning in a new stage, a new age - a new era?

Several weeks later I'm back in the dream
but this time the kumara sit atop a gold plate
The tiniest of shoots have begun to appear
and fastidiously I remove them with care

From a humble potato can vast change occur
small tiny shoots pushing up through hard ground
It can change the environment, change the landscape
whether physical, political or inside my heart

54. I am One

Mirror, mirror on the wall
in the dark of sleep, do I look at thee
and in the reflection staring back
are 4 of me all standing tall?!

I stand expressionless but with ease
neither zealous or afraid
I am not angry or astute
am neither happy or even phased

I now 'exist' with balanced form
and with precision begin to move
Prayer circles. rhomboids, squares I make
perfect and in harmony

Far and wide I searched for these
within books and within dreams
I prayed, I read, and knelt with others
hoping all this I would see

But with this 'oneness' I now find
the key to unlock all these doors
Chakras, portals, diamonds, stars
all exist within me now...

53. Hauora Waiora

I turn to my partner whose stricken with fear
his eyes wide open and almost in tears
I look straight past him and see the door open
turning instead from it's opposite side

Fear and darkness now fill the room
so I leap from my bed and onto my feet
Objects now move with sinister smiles
plodding and moving slowly twards him

I lay hands apon them and say the Lord's Prayer
but falter and cough and forget all the words
"Go into the Light" I hear myself shout
and blow cross the top of them watching them fall

I glance at my partner whose no-longer there
instead a poor soul's thrashing on our own bed?!
I straddle his body and hold his arms down
and dribble saliva three times in his mouth

"Go into the Light" I say to his demons
while using the sacredness of my own spittle
After 3 times his body succumbs and his face
all forlorn is now sweet and serene

In times when my voice or words may escape me
I know there are other tools I can use
Tāne breathed life into the first maiden
and whose very own water cleanses the soul

Blessed are we whose body's a vessel
guided and used by all that is good
For it is not us who does all this work
but the spirit of others and all who come through

52. Daughter of the Ocean

Deep in a dream she visited me
so I sat with the others, down at her feet
Descended from Tangaroa and daughter was she
of Rakataura from the Tainui canoe

Over all does she reign who dwell in the Sea
whether fish, whether taniwha, coral or whale
and here was this woman imparting to me
the story of Waikanae, while I was on leave

There are Waikanae many all over the World
all over the country as well this coast
but this single name links them together
a singular fountain of info and story

This is the place, of "bleeding hearts"
of where the forlorn come to be cured
and where all the healers come near and afar
and offer their love, their hearts and their prayers

This is where journeys end and begin
where waka set sail and people come in
A singular hub on the Wellington coast
for seafarers from the mighty Pacific

It's also the place where spirits were banished
out into the depths of our darkest oceans
Wiremu Ratana sending them there
due to their obstinance and unfounded fears

She takes us all down to the Waikanae shore
but I fear to tread out onto the sand
As I stand on the grass I see weather bombs
black menacing clouds, lightening striking the water

And out of the depths come dark lonely figures
one noticing me and moving towards me
"Get back in that water" I hear myself say
and see it move backwards, out into the wake

A powerful lesson learnt on this day
of the history and meaning in the name of this bay
Of what to look out for before setting sail
of healing or dispelling souls and their pain

51. The Milky Way

I enter the water out into the deep
and a killer whale comes crossing my wake
up alongside me a pilot whale smiles
and nudges me on into turbulent water

Tumbling and falling down into the dark
I find myself swimming an underground tunnel
The cavern is dark cept for small holes above
and piercing bright light shines down apon me

Under an old temple I find myself swimming
and become overwhelmed with frightening fear
A karakia comes from my heart and my lips
and then the words 'Kill him' from out of the dark

With panic and fear I swim along further
being pursued by men close behind me
Climbing out of a well they reach and they grab
but on reaching the top I kick them back down

I take in the Light and take in the view
a Pyramid of gold have I just swum beneath
In an ancient, old city now do I stand
surrounded by desert and palm trees of green

I completed a test laid down long ago
inherent within my blood and my bones
Like the Hebrews who swam the perilous Nile
or Māori traversing our very own Sky

Each part of the river or our own galaxy
corresponded to parts of the spiritual self
With each test completed - another part opened
enabling students to go further on...

50. Angels in Chains

His deformed face comes into view
escorting me along the prison cell floors
His body labours struggling to move
but we eventually come to a cold, lonely cell

He opens the door and there lying spread
Is a brutishly handsome and muscley guy
Hands cuffed in irons along with his feet
and a black ribbon bellows, tied to the wall

I find myself close with my foot almost touching
but recoil back as he glances at me
A smile creeps over his face as he speaks
"This will be harder than what we had thought"

He's a Chained Angel, in bondage from God
awaiting a vessel to give up his life
where all it would take to set the man free
is a touch of release and great sympathy

But at that right moment 'She' pulls us right back
and shows me the dangers of an innocent heart
Of one which exists without God, without Grace
an aimless type vehicle, wandering into the dark

And just in time has this lesson been learnt
as the shadows increased and crept t'wards my own bed
Some seeking help, some seeking love
and blindly and openly were all their calls felt

But now as I tire and just before sleep
"In God's name" do I hear, coming from my own mouth
I thank him for darkness and thank him for light
and give thanks for the World and the Universe too

But most of all, as goblins appear
as men come and stab me and as women cheer
I ask for protection and to banish the dark
to reinstate love from his own divine spark

49. Grand Old Dame

Her back's turned to me as I look on from afar
with one of her mokos who hangs off her leg
She turns to face me but does nothing else
just watching me, surveying me, sussing me out

She's a large, big, black spider at least two meters long
with glistening eyes and glistening hairs
An hourglass figure with a regal behind
reminds me of Ladies in Victorian times

She now stands in front and tests me somemore 
one single long leg, pawing the ground
But I stand and I wait, with nothing to fear
but ambivalent about what her visit may mean

She rears up in the air and starts moving her arms
spining and weaving invisible thread
Above me I look and see cords spiraling down
and through them the Universe passes me by

I travel and hurtle through outer space
with stars and nebulas dotted around
She continues to weave and continues to spin
even while spiraling back down to the ground

This Lady of Old interests me now
outside of space and outside of time
as I continue to ponder on who she might be
I wake with a smile and quiet energy

48. Wisdom

Long blonde hair tied back in a bun
the Lady turned and smiled at me
but her mouth was filled with jagged shards
of amethyst to chew my soul

A new direction it would appear
was to cleanse and purify my being
removing and shedding all my guides
and moving to a brand new plane

St Germain with his Violet flame
Kahukura in a purple cloud
and this Lady here with jagged teeth
with the gift of purity and inner wisdom

The Mother Goddess was there as well
cloaked from head to toe in blue
and calmly and reassuringly
takes us both - hand in hand

Weeks weeks later I'm resolute
but begin to cry and shriek and wail
as I strip myself of all the comforts
that Wolves and Angels have given me

At the water's edge I quietly sob
as I sprinkle water over my head
but there beside me floating now
a small twig - a taniwha bobs along

The fear, the anger and all the pain
now subsides and washes away
I get to my feet and stumble along
and notice a plague with the Lake's name

Matahina to see into the dark or
to see the grey areas in all that's around me
Hina's the moon watching over the night
and sister to Papatuanuku

I look to the sky and the Sun still shines
and a white kahu or hawk flies by
and as I sniff and wipe my last tear
I feel the grace of women near...

47. Set free

Men wearing bush shirts slump down where they stand
exhausted and dirty from hunting all day
I walk all amongst the animals slain
and see blood splattered walls and the bodies of Moose

Down a long corridor I see more and more
and finally stopped by one on the floor
His body still shivers, his antlers still move
and he looks up at me with life still in his eyes

But there's pain, and there's anguish without any words
and I'm drawn to him closer - reaching down with my hand

I touch his sweet face and rest on his head
and release the last vestiges of life that he had
I pull myself up to see him now lie
rested and peaceful and away from this World

46. Healing hands

Running through scrub and out onto footpaths
I'm taking shortcuts and avoiding pursuit
Men fuelled by anger, by darkness and more
covet my footsteps - chasing me now

They stop to rest and take in the surroundings
leaning on bushes, on trees and on logs
"He" takes my hand and places it down
on a log which is touching all that they see

The spirit that heals reaches them now
and lays them down permanently amongst all the trees
cause hands that can heal, can also defend
but my heart is now startled by such a sad end...

45. Michael and Gabriel

I move from my bed and out onto the road
where mist and fog envelope and hug me
It's light and it's warm as though in a cloud
but my lower back's nudged to be wary and guarded

I turn and I see coming towards me
a skeleton running with black knife in hand
but I simply stand in love and in oneness
while it continues to come - picking up speed

The knife is raised and comes straight down on me
in a flash I am moved to a different scene
Im handed a knife in a cooking show
and start slicing vegetables on top of a board

I wake and I'm angry and swear at the World
At how love failed me and my oneness also
Granted my Guides stepped in and saved me
but almost at the cost of losing my life

"You didn't teach me that or things like defence?!"
and instantly sleeping I wake once again
I'm now in a gym with boxing bag near
but my anger is boundless and I'm asking for more!

Then in they both come - a white guy and black
menacing, muscled and tall as they come
Unfortunately, as my anger subsides
it's replaced with a coyness making Gabriel smile

"Enough of that now - it's time to begin"
says Michael as he moves right in between us
"Let's begin" he says as he takes his shirt off
and I grab a big stick and run at him hard

But they both laugh at my mortal attempt
of closing the distance between me and it
We're now in a World of a different kind
where physical hits can never be felt

This is a World of striking with magic
of pointing the bone, and chanting with words
Of focusing mind and the gut as my amo
'Win gardium levy osa' I hear myself say?!

Michael is struck -and dazed on the spot
from the finger I pointed and my Harry Potter spell
"Um, yeah that'll work" Gabriel says
but I'm urged to keep going and practice some more

"You're a girl!" I say and he's wounded again
and Gabriel's laughing and shrinking away
Afternoon comes and instruction ends
from two really cool guys who came to my aid

Awake in my bed as I opened my eyes
I wondered just who these two fullas were
It wasn't till talking with a good friend
I'd found I'd been taught by the Angels themselves....

44. Women of Old

Walking through rooms and out to the bathroom
three women now preen in front of old mirrors
"Its been so so, long - thousands of years"
plaiting hun hair, into long locks about her

"It seems only like yesterday, your looks are the same"
the Warrior eased by my flattery now
Massagetae smiles, but flares white and then blue
especially by speaking of God and of Light

Another I pass, is holding my sage
she smiles while tossing them into the flame
She brings about darkness as a backdrop for me
to learn of their secrets and share in their dreams

The World was created in Darkness not Light
where thought and emotion mated and fought
Where love made the stars and pain made the moon
and where Light's a result of men killing their parents

The third one is different as she enters the room
red and gold robes of a monastery order
I help her unrobe where she hands me a stone
a cat's eye which reaches beyond my own mind

Lines now become drawn quite firm in the sand
where white now meets black to where energy's sown
Times ruled by women both ancient and wise
both givers of life as well as demise...

43. Heliticus

Sitting beside me, makes my eyes open
but continue to sleep, as I sit up and see him
Naked, except for a modest loin cloth
and bindings now rotten, off hands and off feet

'Who are you?' I ask but his name is forgotten
as I scan his whole body for clues and the like

I hear "Senor" as I notice black nails
of toes and of fingers of a body long passed
His brown skin still shines like a sunset in Spain
but now, here sits sadness - here sits condemnation

"I'm cold" he says looking sadly at me
with eyes cold with death not going unnoticed
I reach for my blanket and wrap it around him
and see puncture wounds, where cord
once bound his lips shut

And tattooed roughly on the back of his lip
'Heliticus' crudely cut into his skin
"So I guess you're an emo" making light conversation
but the suffering of souls is no joking matter

The darkness creeps in - his expression has changed
as he reaches towards me and touches my side
and all of a sudden I'm wide and awake
with the pain of knives stabbing me right in the ribs

Another new stage of development starts
with a singular touch of darkness and hurt
To enter a place of where chaos abounds
and see an old World before there was Light

42. Io

Gee! I remember the first time I was ever in Io's presence, and this is coming from someone who didnt really know anything about a higher God or Christianity or anything. Io was a pillar of light sitting outside of space/time itself - only possible because this place was outside of the Universe itself. There was a Universe spinning behind Io, and another spinning the other way below effectively meaning that Io is beyond the typical laws of physics as well as space and time. This vision also helped me to understand all these laws/conventions/man made inventions more too. Anyway, I was so scared/in awe of Io that I just stood utterly silent.... One of the most beautiful and humbling things I will ever see whanau x

41. Waka Wairua

It was a warm afternoon and I found myself steering a waka (canoe) in a fast flowing inlet where the river meets the ocean with a Māori woman on board as our navigator and several other people as well. Everyone sang uplifting waiata (songs) to gain the attention of those on land. As we moved through the water I noticed faceless people and other entities standing at jetties waiting to get onboard and then it struck me that as the steerer - these people were our passengers.

I looked at my own task as steerer and noticed my rudder was made of dark wood and was fashioned like a chicken wing extending into 3 parts to a sharp point at the end. Once fully extended it could be dug deep into the riverbed to push off, turning it the other way and stabbing it into the riverbed would make the waka stop against the current.

Folding it into two and left in the water acted like a proper rudder to maneuveur the waka or to create drag to slow it down, and folding it into one piece enabled it to be used like an oar for better maneuveuring or lifting it completely out to go fast.

I eventually realised the role of the Gatekeeper of the East or Kaitiaki of the East - in one respect, is to steer the waka wairua or waka of all the spirits which come to the whenua (land) each day from the East, and who must be called back onboard the waka towards the evening as it leaves to go into the West.  Those spirits or energies who deliver all of God's gifts through us each and every day.

* Waka wairua (Waka of Spirits)

40. The children of the gods

Laying his head down on my chest
with longing and intent deep in his eyes
He yearns once again for the touch of his mother
last felt eight times a thousand, years, ago

But his gaze doesn't fall upon my own face
nor is the longing or yearning for me
It's for his mother who lies by my side
whose spirit lies dormant as she sleeps, as she slumbers

My partner - a male
continues to sleep
as the children of Isis
draw close, draw near

Anubis the jackal still lies on my chest
but his hazel brown eyes are fixed on his mother
Sobek is here, a shy timid croc
and so too is Apis, the bull in the corner

For the time being, until she awakes
I will give comfort, I will give love
I scratch under chins, I rub under bellies
and blow warm sweet kisses into hair and to bristles

If she is Isis who lay with Osiris
then I'll be her sister and aunty to these
I will take care of the children for now
Until their own mother can love them once more

39. Eyes of an owl

Large round eyes peer unblinkingly
As I wonder what message is brought in the night
A bird of the dark most often brings
a message of sadness at least just to me

And sure enough, the periphery widens
and a silhouette comes of a lonely figure
of one who is walking ahead in the dark
with one single street light showing the way

No more than 30 and the build of a man
that would turn heads in the street
as well as the changing room
But dimly lit is his path ahead
filling him slightly with trepidation

I call to him, I run to him, I surround him with love
He goes on, ignoring me - not even to face me
This challenge is his, to face albeit alone
with courage and acceptance fueling him on

Then my last final attempt is to brighten his World
to walk out of the Darkness and into the Light
The scenery changes from dimly lit streets
to pastures and meadows with green and gold grasses
He now turns to face me, with a beautiful smile
and waves as he turns back, to run down, a new lane..