21. Multi-thinking

I studied the biographies of traditional shaman
specifically, their ability to develop their minds
enabling them to multi-task, or this case - multi think

The process is similar to programming a computer
to perform rudimentary and basic searches itself
Much like how we use CTRL + F
to find specific words on a document

With one push of the RETURN button
the computer locates any specific words you want
So you don't have to read through
the entire document or screens of text yourself

For the shaman, they utilise more of the brain
Where the normal part performs the perfunctionary
stuff that gets us through our day
Whilst the other part seeks answers for
the harder, more difficult or perplexing questions

Intiutive leaps come more and more
Steady streams of consciousness arrive
maybe as they're shopping, driving, emailing
or maybe as they're updating their blog

Even as they sleep or slumber
their minds are on autopilot
continually thinking for them
and giving them insights and answers
by the way of dreams either lucid, or not

This was a pathway to knowledge
where ancient ideas, theories and technology
could be discovered once again
Where knowledge existed without
the need for the perciever
or physical evidence or literature

This was a shaman's greatest tool
one of their greatest assetts
one providing enlightement
one providing automatic perception and defence

How do I know? I just thought about it
and found it in literature
and in the biographies of shaman...

20. Words of comfort

All knowledge has a mauri
when we attack or criticise ideas
We are effectively attacking
or trying to harm it's mauri or life

If you come for good, you're welcome to stay
If you come for bad, you must go away...

You can't turn bad things into good
but you 'can' turn them into something better

19. Pendulums

Like a pendulum I find myself
being pulled to the left
being pulled to the right
the slightest breeze carrying me here
the slightest whisper carrying me there

But I am a pendulum which never moves
seeing things to my left
seeing things to my right
but remaining still
remaining perfect
per-pen-dicular...

18. Road to Enlightenment

Sometimes I think its hard trying to move
from the fuzzy end to the other end
of total peace and enlightenment
I know heaps of people try and run straight there
and most normal people get there in the end
Unfortunately they tend to be in a box
in the ground when that happens
So I think I'll just enjoy the journey at my own pace...

17. Raggedy Ann

Raggedy Ann – quiet and calm

Leant over me with her sister behind
Her moppy long hair, very red, very straight
With her face out of sight, no humanity bared

But that seems to be their nature – the Poutiriao
No care for frailty; of fears and emotion

Just a clinical interview of the mind, body and soul
and testing the bits that seem out of whack

The first tested confrontation, the second one fear
and this one – the heart, stabbing me there
I woke in the morning with a faint pain in my heart
wondering what lay ahead, on another new path...

16. Flashes of anger and fury

Indiscernible murmurs, unrestrained movement
striking out at me, reaching out at me,
as I slumber, as I sleep
Behind my eyes I see flashes of hot white light
of rage and anger rising and falling
but ebbing as quickly as they begin to flow
Despite this, I feel neither anxiety, neither adrenalin
nor does my heart rate increase or even miss a beat

Moments pass and now within it's reach
I feel tiny fingers apon my face
nails clawing at my lips and nose
My eyes slowly open
and there is my 3 month old niece
placed beside me in bed
my alarm - my morning wake up call

"Good morning my princess"...

15. Out with the old...

Teaching invitations and standing ovations,
invites to dinner and eating at the finest restaurants
That was the life of a postgrad student
making ground breaking discoveries
in the pursuit of knowledge - of mātauranga

But one cold night, in the blink of an eye
As we drove along talking, laughing and singing
Black spiraling smoke jumped at the car
Making this all seem like a distant memory or dream

A pātaka - a storehouse, of knowledge and wealth
of tools and of theories had I brought all together
But like looters, like thieves they came back in the night
and used my whole body as I dreamed, as I slept

They made my mind reach and made my heart dive
and made me wield tools like weapons of might
Before dawn did we travel to the edge of the World
Abducting and using me to break through to the Night

But before Night's gates, before the darkness of Dawn
Did the guardian come and put out his hand
But it was me that was thrust down at his feet
as my captors laughed and screamed well behind me

We returned to the morning until the next Dawn
When they'd try again to go into the Night
But on awakening to the tohunga I ran
thrust into the Ocean until I was clean

Reality's changed but not for the worse
where animals smile and feejoa trees cry
I make flowers bloom and lay spirits to rest
and undergo tests of my heart and my mind

But having a vision is key to it all
to plant my feet firmly in both of these worlds
to walk with the spirits, while shopping for milk
of conjuring futures, not struggling with life