91.Cord of White Light

Looking out of the window and to the horizon
I see a black ribbon move through the air
it begins to descend down onto my house
an essence of darkness, of sadness, of terror

Big screaming eyes and a gaping dark mouth
surrounded by smoke which pulses and plumes
now stands beside me shrieking and howling
and filling my heart with malevolent fear

But I take from my waist a cord of white light
and now bind the two of us tightly together
and no-longer see my kitchen or dining room
but a corridor filled with doorways of portals

For whatever reason this being was formed
it is not up to me to banish or kill it
So I take this great Sadness to its next destination
til we come to a door it looks longingly at

With taiaha in hand a warrior steps forward
so nothing else enters into our domain
and a wahine toa begins to karanga
as we step forward to open the door

This is the doorway to Hades itself
to the very own Whare of the Atua Whiro
where slowly but surely I take down the cord
and let this of our brethren, go to his own World....

90. My mother's couch

Sitting apon my mother's own couch
a Pleiadian woman with golden hair sits
Sensuously she eyes me a smile
drawing me in to be by her side

But standing beside her is a Pleiadian man
barring the way with one of his hands
He is the Protector of his Angelic Charge
guarding a Goddess, guarding his mate

Long, thin, straight hair of platinum blond
fall past his temples and down to his shoulders
and ever so slightly between her and I
he turns and conveys a message from her

A flood of emotion and question marks come
of journeys untravelled and actions not done
and with a serious tone, he asks one single thing
"Why has your destiny not yet begun?"

I wake in the morning and begin to reflect
on what are the barriers holding me back
I guess its the pull and the tug thats so real
of going alone despite what others feel

89. Ojibwe ladies with embroidery stories

In a cramped little kitchen
filled with laughter and smiles
I sit at the table with 2 nokomisinonnig

Their long, straight, grey hair
pulled loosely behind them
while wrinkled round faces
look sweetly down at me

One of them begins by drawing the eye
to a beautifully quilted, coat that she wears
running her fingers along stitched designs
of silver grey stars over universe seams

The other now shows me the coat that she wears
soft to the touch with an apricot hue
and shaking the coat and making it billow
I see a new story begin to unfold

Some people write books while others may carve
some people sing, while others might dance
but these little old ladies who sit in their kitchen
show me the way, they share their own stories


* Nokomisinonnig (Grandmothers)

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...