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..