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...