The midwife

PAPATUUAANUKU AND THE MIDWIFE

1. This painting titled Papatuanuku Blue-orange is the work of Saffron Paddy

Papatuuaanuku was in some difficulty. She was trying to be brave. But she was in pain. She was murmuring softly to herself trying to breathe with the contractions. Her cervix was dilating at an astonishing rate, and increasingly She was not able to control Her breathing....

In the mean time we were none the wiser. Us lot were sitting in the sun having a kai. It was a glorious day in the Wairarapa. Usually when we get together it is fricken freeeeezing. But not today. Tama-nui-te-ra was shining heartily on this most auspicious day! 

"Gee did you feel that?" 

"What?"

I felt the earth move. It was like a wave-up then down. A few minutes later I felt it again.

"Must be Papa ay?" said one of the ladies....

The familiar rush of energy began to surge between us-a sure sign that the next segment of the wanaanga is about to begin...

We were directed to sit in a circle-a wide circle on the grass. Then it was time to channel in another kuia....

The karanga began between us-the Kuia within (Tangata Whenua) did the karanga to the kuia above (the manuhiri) who was waiting to be called onto the Pae.

And as usual, after the welcoming process is complete (the powhiri), they get into the kaupapa, there's no mucking around with the Kuia!

The manuhiri was a special healer from the Galaxy Mowai-o te-rangi (Oh we meet again!). 

Her specialty is midwifery, and she was sent to do a check up on our Mother, Papatuuaanuku. 

(Sorry, got no macrons folks on my computer and my son's not here to show me how to download it, ironic huh-I am koretake at computers:).

The midwife needed our help. We realised the circle that we were in  represented Papa's cervix. It was a mighty vortex which throbbed like a sound that could best be described as an Ancient language. Was it a chant? An OM? A karanga? Her cervix felt like it was on fire. Papa was burning with pain.

The midwife was touching the grass on the ground and commanded Papa to be calm. She then went on to call on the codes from her galaxy to come through her for what I do not know, and in the mean time she commanded us to breathe! Breathe she commanded!

She also spoke to us in a very calm fashion...her words were clear....

Bring your awareness up. Elevate your consciousness. You must raise your consciousness to the level of the Universal consciousness. Low consciousness is no good for Papa and it is no good for us. It puts her breathing out.The more we raise our consciousness the better it is for her. For it takes the pressure off her because right now her cervix is dilating faster...at such an astonishing rate!

When the midwife recieved her codes she blew into the grass (the cervix). The grass turned into a blue-like portal and she told us she had to use some special medicine from home to lubricate her womb. The medicine echoed around the rims of her whare tangata quick as lightening. The extra moisture allowed her to investigate Papa's cervix, for without it would have caused our Mother much pain.

This was very uncomfortable for Papa-the midwife explained. So the midwife told us all to relax...(hehe but it was too late...most of us were already very much relaxed, and one of us drifted off to sleep)...

Because the lubricator was doing its job, Papa's pain was able to be numbed. And the powerful words of the midwife soothed her anxiety levels. Papa was calm. She was pacified by the extraordinary skills of the midwife. 

When the coast was clear the midwife did a ritual dance and stamped on the portal of the cervix so to close it. The midwife cried with tears, laughter and love for the Mother. And she was tired the midwife...it was time for her to go....and she left us ladies to relax around the now closed portal of Papa's cervix to lay down on the grass to connect with her.

"We love you Papa" - we said...

  

5. TAKUTAKU AT THE LAKE

THE NANNY AT THE LAKE

1.This image  is the property of Lyndon Photograpy

What a lovely weekend us ladies have had thus far. We all agreed that this waananga felt a lot more relaxed than the previous outings.....

We helped a Nanny release herself from her relentless suffering at the Lake. She kept reliving the death of her treasured moko who was kidnapped by a group of treacherous white men who were "legally" taking land behind a pathetic diction of a legal document in the early 1900s. (The mens' plan was to distract this Nanny by hiding the moko from her but this moko was so scared that she ran away and accidently drowned in the lake).

"Aue taku moko aue ra...na te aha ai te mokopuna e te Atua ra? Why you let this happen eh! Why?"

The lake was polluted with her pain, her mamae. In fact the lake was badly swamped by painful memories of the many Tupuna Whaea of Raangitane. 

Therefore I channeled the Moko who had been waiting for her Nan to stop grieving for a sec so she could see her-in the light, hovering above her trying to get her attention. But first my friends had to Takutaku and provide the Ahuru Mowai so to be able to do the mahi-in broad daylight, at the Lake in Masterton, a very public walkway in the community!

As the sound of the Takutaku vibrated across the whenua the portal opened. The Nan saw her Moko and she quickly crossed over into the arms of our Goddess Hine-nui-te-po toward her Moko. The Kui was at last free!

However the Takutaku was heard by many of the other souls trapped in the (original) lake (the swampy area where the harakeke are). Hundreds of babies who looked like they were covered in tar and soot came out of hiding and saw the light emanating from the portal. One by one they cried out to their mamas, and their mamas in the light were doing the karanga to them. As you can imagine an emotional reunion was taking place. The noise was deafening....      

As the intense celebrations and whaikorero was going on we knew it was our cue to go so we left and sat on the benches admiring the ducks and swans swimming heartily in this mysterious lake. 

As we continued to relax to the serenity of the morning breeze we were suddenly honoured with a thunderous haka by the Tupuna of the rohe...encircling us with their presence.

4. Laying down the totara tree

It was another cold morning in the Wairarapa. The wind constantly knocked on the ranch-slider. It was as if Tawhirimatea himself was wanting to come inside and seek refuge from the cutting elements. But sorry e hoa you're not invited, and I sunk further into the warm abyss of the blankets on the mattress in the lounge.

I could hear the two ladies having an intimate korero in the other room, and I felt content to allow the activity to blow over me. But I could feel the impatience of the Kuia. She wanted to get started. She wanted to get on with the mahi. I could feel her mind ticking over...the timing is right, the timing is now, the timing is right, the timing is now. 

My wairua knew that I had to get my butt out of bed and go outside. The kuia was waiting! I know when she means business because there is none of that dry banter or any quick witted remarks.

Kei te pai, the other two will come outside soon. Haere. They're waiting~she said.

I stood outside exposed to the elements. Tawhirimatea-God of the Wind was cutting into my skin. But he was not harsh with me. Instead he purged my hinengaro of distractions so that I was able to ignore the neighbours, and ignore the sound of suburbia waking up from their slumber.

My consciousness expanded to another level. I could see a tribe of men and women from another time-space reality. They were the people of  Mōwai-o-te-rangi. This tribe of people had the DNA of both ancient Maori and the American Indians. I became one with this energy-with the people. I stamped and joined in with their ancient dance and ritual to open up some kind of connective pathway from above, the Universal consciousness to below, the consciousness of the Mother-Papa.

Then I saw the code of the universe open up before me. Mathematical-like equations, keys and symbols were downloaded into my consciousness. This process went for a long time but I allowed this connection to take place with faith, trust and hope, for the Wind continued to maintain my sense of focus...and purity. Another words, Tawhiri helped me to block out everyday life and the everyday voice of my insane ego.

I soon realised that these codes was streaming through very quickly, from different galaxies and realms of the universe. Each realm or galaxy were passing on a particular piece of a puzzle to create a particular image. I soon realised that the image being created from these codes was none other than The Tree of Life.

The pieces of puzzles being downloaded was The Magnificent Totara Tree!

The kuia stepped in and like a conductor of a great orchestra she guided the codes to create the majestic symphony-The Tree of Life. I also realised that the stamping and the dancing of the people (the tupuna) of Mōwai done their bit by opening up the ley lines of Mother Earth. The kuia then directed the Totara tree (and I must say this tree was huge...beyond huge...the size of a universe!) to lay down inside of Papatūānuku.

As soon as the totara tree was put down to rest we all heard an overwhelming sigh of relief coming from Papa. Thank you I really needed that. 

I understood that it was imperative that the tree of life was planted back into the Mother. It helped to ease her distress as the deeds of  humanity was putting a heap of pressure on her birth pangs.
Ruaumoko was becoming impatient and dearly wanted to explode his energy onto the world. He had had enough. He wanted to teach us lot a good lesson! And fortunately for humanity He has now been pacified with the Universal Consciousness.....the energy lessening the impact of the very near earthquakes and volcanic eruptions to coincide with the Birth of a new consciousness to sweep the Earth.

And so with the laying of the tree complete, the kuia was indeed happy. The Mōwai people were also happy. They rejoiced and danced with victorious cries. And when I turned around my two mates were sitting, watching and guarding the space. Their presence enabling me to feel strong and protected and have the faith to listen to my wairua...to listen to the Kuia when it's time to do the mahi...




~ I would like to acknowledge the artist of the Image of the totara tree: Stuart Clook 2010

3. The case of the missing puppy!

" Kei hea taku kuri?"

So our mate Miss G was distraught because her puppy had gone missing. In fact she was quite certain that some unsavoury types has taken him. Miss G sat there looking like a broken woman.

" Do you know where he is?" she asked...as if I would know and could locate him!?
" Oh bloody hell woman, pull yourself together!" Hopefully the nannies will help....

An image that could best be described as a GPS system came into my view..it showed the names of the streets and the location. There was a huge red dot in the middle of the map.
This is where the puppy's at " Here it is, your pup is located here-it's pointed at Steely Place" (not the actual name of street)

Colour was beginning to form on her face again. " I got a plan", she said.

She rang up her daughter and partner to do a drive by around Steely Place and have a listen for any puppy yelps, because without a doubt the pup will be yelping hard in a foreign environment. But it was most fortunate that the day before a lady from the neighbourhood had spotted those two "unsavoury types" with a puppy and she noticed that they locked it in a shed in one of the empty Housing NZ homes.

When this lady saw the daughter driving and walking up and down the street, she intuitively thought, maybe that young girl was looking for that puppy. The magnificent lady busted the pup out of the shed. She kept the puppy safe at her house and hoped that the daughter will drive by again.....and she did!

The next day our mate was all smiles! "I got my puppy back, I got my puppy back!" And as for the unsavouries? The police had caught up with them. They had been doing burgs in the neighbourhood, preying on solo mums and on those living on their own. The lady who saved the pup was able to give police a good description of these two men!

Ka mau te wehi!

Kāhu-o-te-rangi~ our guide

2. The hawk

"we see thee"

As we drove home after our wānanga, we noticed something unusual indeed...(but after our 2 days in the cabin, we'd think that nothing surprised us anymore!) But this did...the birds were following us. Birds in groups of threes swooped around the car-they danced around us, then flew toward the deepest blue. "We see thee". 

Then the next set would have its dash, then the next, then the next...It felt like the birdies were showing off in front of us...(but were they doing it for us?) It felt so surreal! The clouds in the sky even depicted images of birds, triangles and flying objects...dam, we even saw a white kotuku...painted on a sign on the side of the road! "Triiiiipppppppy"-we laughed.

There was one among them all that stayed with us for the entirety of the trip. It was Kāhu~the hawk. We instinctively knew who he was. Our guide for the mahi that we will be doing together.

Imagine our shock when another kāhu saw us coming and gave his life over...for us...well no not for us, for the kaupapa, for the mahi.

We stopped the car and picked him up. Whoa! He was a big one and he was still warm. I could feel the grief overtake me. The kuia used me as a vessel to karanga the hawk. We sat in the car with the lifeless body. The kuia said karakia and a korero to the wairua of the manu, allowing the manu to interact with us.

"We see thee"~he said. "the birds follow thee. For you carry the central beam...yes we see thee" 

He told us that he was happy, over joyed-yipppppeeee,(that is the best way to describe his emotions!) because he had accomplished his mission, and because he was tired..."I get to go home, I get to go home" He had been waiting for the time to sacrifice his life for the tapatoru. (The tapatoru is way bigger than us 3 ladies, we are merely parts of the whole). He also told us that the negativity and destruction on the Mother~Papatūānuku, is taking its toll. The birds do not trust Man. His heart ached for Man. And he cried. He cried for his brothers, for Man. But now at peace "we be free, we be free" .

Oh hello. There he is. Our kāhu. Our guide. Still with us. We felt so loved and protected as we travelled on...into the unknown.

The Tapatoru journey~An introduction

 Strange happenings in the cabin

 “As above so below”

Us three, Miss M, Miss G, and myself decided to take off and chill-lax in the Wairarapa. We had endured and graduated from two-years of  intense wānanga. A programme that initially started off with 24, that eventually whittled down to the three of us...us 3, the last three standing!

And so we arrived at our destination- a comfy little cabin at a motor camp. All we wanted to do was jump in bed and eat and gossip. Aaah eternal bliss...

Then the energy of the room altered. All fun and games momentarily stopped and my friends watched on with a keen awareness. I closed my eyes so I could harness this strange yet familiar sensation rippling through my body, rippling through the room.

A beam of white light shot up between us. The central beam exposed for us to witness and receive. It was breath-taking, the power, the glory, and the absolution. “As above so below...as above so below”

 "Karanga mai karanga mai ra-aaaaaaaaaaaaa"~the energy was electric. 

Kia ora! Nga tupuna whaea of the universe! Nau mai haere mai! 

Gosh, party central in the humble cabin! These Queen of Realms and Far-off Galaxies, these Nannies of ours were here to wānanga.“As above so below...as above so below”

“Finally” they declared, “the tapatoru!” And we instinctively knew...that we were the tapatoru, the triangle. Big mahi up ahead...