We are at a distillation, or still point – the most powerful moment of change in human evolution. It is so potent as to feel overwhelming, likened to stepping into chaos or a deep dark wellspring, a sacred spring depressed in the cusp of the grandmother’s birthing, no choice but to surrender.
‘Te Wharenui o nga Tangata Ika’, the Meeting House of the Fish People, is a holy place the elders say we have almost forgotten, where we encounter Her, the ‘Fish Woman’, singing the sacred song, evoking ancient memory locked down in the betrothal of our own soul.
Hapū, pregnant with feeling, She implores the reply, to sing in the face of adversity. ‘For everything is song’, she says.’ As humans, you have the ability to create a whole new beginning, to sing in empathetic harmonic accordance, cellular vibrato, where the fractal image of the whole universe manifests’.
Do not be afraid of the world you listen to, where the keel of the heart drips the distilled potency of what is essentially the ‘Elixir of Love’, waters of our Holiest Nature, the appendix of ancestral story, to deliver, the birthing of an ancient divine seed from the stars, a new generation manifest here on Earth. All that has come to pass had to happen for us to be prepared to take the next step together. ‘For love is all’, She said.
Nau mai haere mai. Welcome to my world.
I was in these states of mind when Barry Brickell invited me to seek asylum in his workplace, to ‘work myself out’, generously providing shelter and wilding Hauraki clay. He knew the world I was in, and when Māori and Hawaiian Elders encountered my work exhibited in the Waikato Museum, they said: “You have found your way into the crypt of an ancient world, a meeting place few access. “Who better?” they asked. “A white man returned to the spring, listening. We remember you. You are tuakana, fallen and risen, and now we see you, descending, ascending. We see the crypt of the ancestors open, where it was closed for so long. We have been waiting, you are the Water Carrier, Seed Carrier, Waitaha Nui, a new Hapu of the Great Mother Earth.”
I am blessed by the women in my life, and how they have held me, none more so than Min, a healer of ancient lineage, who tapped my spring and endured me. Her healing house was the House of Ashavan; her life’s work, to bring the healer back into the home. When she died, she sent me back, “You have work to do,” she said. To the children I turned. A new generation, ones who know the way of Wairua, Spirit and Magic.
Over the years, many disillusioned children have come into my life. Gifted, sensitive, of another world, weaving sacred thread, silver from the moon and stars, golden threads from the sun. They are of another dimension, the lovers of the seed. Te Timatanga Hou, children of a New Beginning.
When Māori elders saw us carrying the ‘Heritage Seeds of a Nation’, to Parliament, challenging GE, they also recognised the clay seed stones we gifted them, as bearing the marks of an ancient creation story. “Whaka manu, Whaka ika, Te Kākano a Rangi Atea”, they said; this is a divine seed from the sun, manifest here on Earth, of divine equation. 1 + 1 = 3
Interestingly, they also represent the wisdom of activated gold, activated in the Mother lode. And that is the great mystery of what I have channelled through the clay, and the waters of Hauraki. Te Waiora a Tane.
Moehau Ki Paeroa ki Te Aroha o te Tara o Te Ika a Maui
All that we have given our lives to defend (the memory deep within our ancestral bones, the sacredness of these mountains, the Ecological language) where water’s spirit reflects the memory of Her song. Taha Wairua. That deep sense of feeling. Vibration.
‘Where by their ignorance and their arrogance they violate Her.’
Whakarongo. Listen to the message, Listen to the Waters, Earth and Sky.
Coromandel / Hauraki is a powerful geological matrix, tragically much abused, but still a remnant field of activation held at the southern edge of the world. While many only see the mother lode, the Gold, as a resource to exploit, there are those attuned, as they are to the auric field of one another, trees and waters.
In this immense time of change, what many register as anxiety and fear is actually the awe, and wonderment of what we have the potential to deliver. It is the measure of the sacredness we are given to birth.
‘He Taonga tuku Iho’. A treasure connecting the past, present and the future.
It is time.
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Photos by Tomek Friedrich Artzentao Photography
Words by Mike O’Donnell
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