THE CALL OF THE NEW LAND… THE CALL OF THE HEART
Channelled and written by Sue Norman
Chapter 1
One thing I’ve really enjoyed about my current lifetime is
my ability to trust my inner voice and follow my heart. Doing so brings me
awareness on so many expanded levels and takes me on experiences beyond the everyday
human experiences.
On these journeys, I’m always accompanied by spirit who
delight in showing me the grander ‘pictures’ of what’s actually happening, or
in linear terms, what has happened in the past and for what reason. In a sense
it’s like having ‘google’ open all the time in your consciousness, though
sometimes the answers arrive before the question. Sometimes I leap through
timelines and actually find myself walking in another time and place witnessing
firsthand what transpired weeks, years or centuries ago.
While this is a wonderful and often joyful way to experience
and understand life and All That Is, it can have moments of great sadness if I
allow myself to get caught in the negative energies of the presenting experience.
As I’m living in this 3D world in a physical body, at times
I find it difficult to separate myself from the pain held by others whether
it’s of the individual or deeply intertwined through ancient cultures and lands.
Generally I don’t get caught in the emotions as I’m very aware it’s not mine,
however, there is the odd occasion that the energy to be released is so deep
and so dark that I find it difficult to separate myself from what’s occurring
around me.
Such a time transpired last weekend.
Before I leap into that experience, I’d like to take you
back about 8 months to a trip I made previously to the Pureora forest in the
North Island. As I walked around the forest feeling into the beautiful space, I
became aware I would find my new ‘stick’ there. I’d left my previous walking
stick back in Australia when I moved to NZ two and a half years ago so I was
quite excited about the prospect of receiving a new one.
Being aware that you don’t find anything through expectation
or desire, I just kept wandering and enjoying all the forest had to share with
me knowing and trusting that I would recognise the stick when I came across it.
It wasn’t until near the end of my wanderings that I felt its
presence. It was off the track and quite well hidden by the underbrush and
ferns, yet the vibration in my heart was a clear indicator it was there. I felt
such joy on retrieving my new friend and that joy was enhanced even more by the
two little fantails that appeared dancing and singing around my head in
celebration. I so enjoyed cleaning it up and sanding back the rough bits ready
for when I felt it was time to ‘adorn’ it with appropriate energy embellishment
or carvings of its choice.
Last weekend I returned to Pureora forest. Four days before I
returned, my stick, which had stayed in its ‘naked’ state for the past 8
months, began to ‘chat’ with me. It wanted to be carved. It asked me to carve a
spiral up the full length of the stick. At the base it began as a thin spiral and
grew broader as it spiralled its way to the top where I was asked to carve a
flame… a flame of transformation.
Needless to say the energy we created that day was amazing….
My stick had transformed into a ‘working tool’, but for what? I released my
curiosity as it served no purpose in the creation. I trusted that all would
occur in the appropriate moment.
We left for the Pureora forest on Friday 31st
October. On our way there, we decided to first re-visit Lake Rotopounamu near the
bottom of Lake Taupo. As we walked around the lake and shared our expanded
hearts and gifts, we were in return honoured by the Lake itself. Out of nowhere
came a singular gust of wind creating a perfect koru water spray several meters
tall. Our hearts leaped at the sight. We’d never seen anything like it. (Several days after returning home I
accidently stumbled across information declaring Lake Rotopounamu as one of the
four main spinning vortexes in the world. There are four great vortices on the Earth body, two yang areas north
of the equator which regulate the masculine elements of fire and air; and two
yin centres in the southern feminine hemisphere which govern water and earth.
These four spinner wheels are able to revolve in either direction, according to
circumstances. This tendency to powerfully spin results in these four circles
having greater maximum radii – up to 1746 miles – than the driver wheel earth
chakras. These four areas should be regarded as equal in status to the seven
chakras. Here are the cardinal centres for these circles: Earth: Table
Mountain, Cape Town, South Africa Water: Rotopounamu,
North Island, New Zealand Air: Great Pyramid, Mt. Sinai, and the
Mount of Olives Fire: Haleakala Crater, Maui, Hawaii. The
natural flow for this spinner wheel in NZ is in an anti-clockwise direction.
Rotopounamu is the lake of the second emerald stone which defines the centre of
the world water vortex. Green is symbolic of the heart. http://earthchakras.org/Vortices-Wheels.php).
Finally, as we arrived at Pureora forest Lodge, we were joyfully
greeted by several Kereru flying past our car.
The native wood-pigeon often reveals itself to us… it represents
trust.
As I mentioned previously, we began our journey on Friday 31st
October. This date is often referred to as Halloween or "All Hallows' Eve" and carries an interesting energy. It’s
a time when people in numerous
countries and religions around the world remember the dead. This acknowledgement
stirs up deep emotions and brings forth spirit that have yet to find peace and
balance as well as the energy of past events that have caused great pain in
individuals, communities and countries. That’s a great deal of unrest and
turbulent energies to be flowing through mass consciousness in one evening.
It was raining
outside on that first night and the 28 people who were attending the weekend
were all ‘locked’ in together for the evening. When you have so many people
from so many various spiritual backgrounds and beliefs, the energy is always quite
intense… then you add a mass conscious energy such as Halloween and things
begin to happen.
For me personally,
it was a sleepless night of tears, anger, fear, pain and abuse. I had a multitude
of energies coming in and out of my consciousness with stories that were so
confusing that for most of the night I had no understanding at all of who was
there or what I was seeing and feeling.
By the morning, I
was tired, emotional, angry and distressed. I kept breathing trying to
understand what was happening in and around me. I felt like I was in a story
book where the pages and the different tales were all mixed up and confused. I
felt a bit like Alice in Wonderland. I tried to explain to Natacha what I was
experiencing, yet the tears interlaced with anger and frustrations that were
coming through me were making it difficult. My behaviour just seemed
irrational. Finally, as I denied any of this was mine the weight began to lift
from my heart.
Amongst the mishmash
of stories I was experiencing, glimpses of clarity started to come in and I was
able to determine that some were from Waitaha and some were Maori. It was all
quite confusing still, but the essence of the story I was being shown was the
destruction of the Waitaha nation by the Maori.
Since I’m an
Australian relatively new to New Zealand, I have little knowledge of such past events.
I have however ‘worked’ on deep spiritual levels with the Australian
Aboriginals and white Australians in the releasing of deep and multi
layered issues in both the peoples and
the land for the past 18 years. I came to New Zealand when the energies I was
working with in Australia finally came to a place of balance and the Aboriginal
spirits I was used to sharing with left and in their place appeared Maori and
Waitaha spirits. I was being invited to walk New Zealand with an open heart.
When one walks a space with an open heart, it assists the energies to come back
into balance. Old energies and dogma and ceremonies can be released and
humanity can walk together in balance with each other and the land. This after all is the time that spirit calls the
new Era of the Divine Human… the Era of the new consciousness, an era when all
the past can be healed and brought into the now by a loving and accepting
heart… everything is changing.
To continue my
story of the weekend in Pureora, that first morning we all ventured into the
forest. I wanted to get to the trees and just wander by myself and listen to
what was occurring in and around me. I was becoming even more agitated by the
rituals that we were being asked to adhere to. I found myself wandering to places
we were warned not to go near. I just breathed with them allowing all the
energies to balance around me. There were a lot of layers to be released which
had been placed there from old rituals. The area just needed to breathe and so
did I. Finally I went off by myself in the opposite direction to the others and
I began to balance more deeply as the birds started to come around me. I was
surprised by the lack of birds in the forest until then.
After my wander
through the forest, I went back to the lodge and sat outside by myself playing
my drum. I felt better, but none the wiser to what had been occurring around
me.
That afternoon, we
all went to the Temple of the Four Winds. I’ve been there twice before and never felt
much past the energy layers placed there by old ritual. Again I felt a deep
irritation as we were asked to follow old Maori traditions. (I will add that
while the old rituals irritated me, it didn’t diminish my heart felt honour for
the true space.)
As we approached
the temple in our dutiful file, I began to see the layers of limitation and
control which in a sense locked the clear energies in. I felt the original
energy sitting there… waiting.
There were 6 layers of limitation, all working and linking together to limit the
natural flow. I stepped back from the
group so I could see and feel more clearly… in a sense I stepped out of the
field of limitations to see clearly.
Once the ceremony was over and everyone
was able to wander freely I continued to sit and feel the space, waiting for
something but not knowing what. Then suddenly I heard spirit clearly ask me to push
my stick into the ground in the exact centre of the temple. I was hesitant at
first as I already felt alienated by many in the group for my non-compliant
behaviours.
However, I felt I was at the temple for this sole reason. I stood
up and walked straight to the centre with strength of purpose welling in my
heart. I raised the stick and rammed it into the ground just as I’d been shown
to. I stepped back a few meters and just watched what occurred.
To my astonishment
and delight, I witnessed intense golden energies roar up from the ground and
swirl around the spirals carved into my stick and out through the
transformational flame at the top. It was as if my stick had become a key
unlocking all the energies that had been waiting for the right moment in human
consciousness to come forth and flow clearly again. I also witnessed the 6
layers of energy that had restricted the natural flow be transformed into clear
new energy awaiting conscious choice to mould it. I felt so much joy in my
heart and I was finally starting to breathe clearly again.
Only a few talked
to me that night. I felt many didn’t approve of my actions. Many thought I was
disrespectful, some apparently were concerned that I was unwell. Those that
didn’t judge me were very warm and accepting. They needed no explanation. There
were so many layers being felt and played out amongst everyone on that weekend.
That night I was
hoping to finally have a good night’s sleep, but once more much was happening. Again
I felt anger, turmoil and deep sadness on many levels. I kept reminding myself
it wasn’t mine, but it was so intense at times and I was so tired that it did
pull me in at moments. Being caught in it blocked the clarity.
The next morning, I
was irritable again, not just from a lack of sleep but more the lack of
clarity. I was aware that what was happening was important for me to understand…
but the intensity made it difficult to step back.
That morning, we
left early to go to Rongo-koe Koea, an ancient site of higher learning linked
to the Temple of the Four Winds. It was a long trek up a rather steep hill to
reach the sacred space. Again we were asked to follow rituals, but by then I
was so tired that I had no hesitation in sitting outside of it all. As soon as
I sat in my own space, the tiredness form climbing the hill and from the lack
of sleep from the past 2 nights evaporated and I breathed clearly with honour
for myself and the sacred space I was experiencing.
At the very top of
the mountain, I placed my stick at the centre point. I didn’t watch it to see
what would happen, to see if any energy would spiral as they had done the
previous day, I knew it was appropriate for it to be there. I just enjoyed
sitting and breathing in the beauty of the space. The walk back down the mountain
was like stepping from the clouds and back into civilization.
It was then time
for us to say our farewells to the group and begin our journey home. We drove
only a short distance as we chose to visit another forest. The grand old trees
and the abundant bird life assisted us in a joyous energy shift. We felt a deep
sense of freedom course through us. On a personal level, it was like a
cleansing for me, a shift of energy that allowed me to finally hear spirit with
total clarity. There had been so many energies occurring in and around me over
the past days. It was as if I’d been experiencing many varied timelines,
feeling so many different emotions and seeing so many past events and future
potentials that it was wonderful to be finally coming back into my now moment
where it all started to make sense.
I finally became
aware of who the spirit was that had been guiding me for the past 2 days. It
wasn’t ‘A’ spirit as such; it was the collective energies of 2 spiritual groups.
As they came closer in what I feel was a more formal introduction, they
presented themselves with specific colours relating to their energetic
families. One was a blue energy and one a yellow energy. When they
blended/spiralled together I was very conscious of the green heart energy they
shared with me. They were showing me that it was time for the past conflicts
and separations created through old fears, battles and beliefs that I’d been
feeling to be healed. Green, after all is the healing heart energy. I’m aware it’s also energetically the natural
colour of New Zealand, part of the original energy of Lemuria…the same energy
that calls to those who are ready to live in harmony with all that is.
Chapter 2
What I choose to
share with you now, is channelled information through visions, feelings and
words from 2 collective groups in spirit, one Waitaha, the blue energy of the
water and the other Maori, the yellow energy of the sun/fire.
While they are 2 separate
spiritual collectives, I feel them quite blended and unified in their sharing
of this message to humanity. Their
communication comes from a heart space of honour and unconditional love. There
is no judgement and no sense of right or wrong. They share this message to
bring forth awareness of the ancient energies that are seeking understanding,
forgiveness and acceptance at this time of great change. Through love and honour of the past and
acceptance of self and all humanity in the ‘Now’, all energies surrounding the past
experiences can come back into balance and harmony… back to the original core
energies of this land… back to a state of heartfelt love and harmony in self
and others.
When spirit asked
me to share this information, I was hesitant. I felt that even though the
message is timely and filled with compassion it wouldn’t sit well with many.
However, after feeling into the potentials, I trusted I’d been shown this for a
reason. On accepting to write all spirit was sharing with me, a beautiful
fantail flew up to my window and touched my heart. The gift of the fantail is
to help us step back from our dramas so we can bring joy and laughter to them.
It truly is time to release all the old karmic shackles and embrace the
enlightenment that flows for us all in this amazing new era.
While this information conveys a story of times past, no individual names or
particular places will be used in this material. There is no blame on any
persons and no areas of land that need to be seen as holding negative energies.
This statement is very important, as what you hold in your emotions, you also
hold in society and the land. It truly is time to let all those energies of
blame, shame and judgement go so they may come back into balance and transform
into new, clear energies and potentials.
The intense and
confusing pain I wrote of feeling on the weekend away was a reflection of the
pain the Waitaha felt when their whole Nation was seemingly annihilated by the
Maori.
I was shown in
visions how around 2,000 years ago there were many new energies and potentials
opening up to humanity all over the world. Many individuals were born to shine
a light on humanity and reflect the truth of who they were and their true
potentials beyond the old limitations. One such human was Yeshua, Jesus. There
were also hidden lands around the world that began shining their ‘pure’
energies more brightly. They ‘called’ to people all over the world with the
invitation to travel to them and start a new way of life based on acceptance
and compassion instead of war and greed. One such land that called loudly was New
Zealand.
Thousands of people
from all countries responded to the call of the New Land. Their long journeys
weren’t fuelled by the age old desire to discover new lands… this time they all
had a singular vision. They all heard the call to come to this mysterious New Land
which had never been touched by war or hatred… a land that had never been
stained with the blood of battle… a land that had no human history… a land
where they knew they could live in peace and in doing so set a new standard for
the rest of the world... a land that still retained the loving, peaceful and
feminine energies of the original Lemuria.
Many thought that
this New Land was so amazing that they would only arrive there through death…
that it was one of the lands of the Gods. In a sense they were right. The New
Land was of such a different vibration that to find it you had to release all
that you had experienced and open your heart to new unearthly experiences… in a
sense there was a death…. and a rebirth.
While many people
were unable to hold to the ‘call’ and didn’t find their way to the New Land, thousands
more did. They came by way of the ocean currents and were guided by the stars,
but their greatest guide was the trust, faith and new sense of knowingness they
held in their hearts. They came from so many different counties with so many
varied beliefs and lifestyles. They had different skin and hair colourings and
spoke in many different languages. They
had different ways of farming and fishing and building their villages. Yet, the
one thing that bonded them all together as one, was their open, trusting hearts
and their total acceptance and tolerance of each other. They were all there
seeking the same ‘Paradise’, the same way of life that was beyond the old
belief of right or wrong and the old illusion that one was more important than
another.
The open heart
sharing between the tribes opened them all to new potentials for the people and
the land. Experiences and progress were never limited as they kept their
imagination open to new possibilities. They never just relied on past
experiences and outcomes. Travellers from one tribe were welcomed with open
heart by another tribe, as it was well known that each visitor brought with
them new abilities and gifts to share. The visitors were given food and shelter
and stories were shared and expanded on from that sharing. The more that was
shared, the more each tribe became as one. They never lost sight of their
physical roots, but they embraced the oneness that bonded all of humanity at
the spiritual level. In time, these people from all over the world that had
been known by many different names became one people… they became known as Waitaha.
Even though there
were various ‘signs’ and ‘mirrors’ for humanity to embrace a life of self-love
and balance beyond duality 2,000 years ago, humanity overall still wasn’t ready
to trust self and expand at that time. They weren’t ready to release the old
ways of limitation and control. They continued to create experiences based on
imbalanced energies and patterns of the past. They continued to put their trust
in those of power rather than their own hearts. They stayed in their fear and in
the old stories of domination and suppression. Even their religions became
central energy spaces of suppression and control as they wrote their scriptures
from a mental, human perspective of physical need rather than from the clear,
divine energy of creation through self-love that was originally presented to
them.
The New Land had blossomed
for almost 1,400 years with the expansion of the Waitaha people, however it too
was eventually affected by the imbalance and the slowing energies of the
‘outside’ world. Approximately 600 years ago, new visitors came to the shores
of the New Land. They’d been attracted by the expansive heart energy that the
Waitaha people had created. That clear heart energy naturally flowed to all
people around the world and could be felt by anyone who was ready to open to it.
This energy was
felt in some of the small islands above the New Land and one tribe in
particular responded to the ‘call’. Many in the tribe were affected by the
intense feelings they felt in their heart and they wanted to explore the potentials
they were feeling of a New Land. The tribal leader could see the change in his
warriors. Interested in power and domination, the leader was curious as to what
they were actually feeling as he didn’t himself. He sanctioned an exploration
party for those that felt the need to find this mysterious New Land. They were
to explore the land and return with their findings.
On landing their
canoes on the shores of the New Land, they prepared themselves for potential
attack. In their hearts they felt there was no concern, yet old behaviours had
them taking a defensive stance with weapons at the ready. It was the first time
the New Land had felt the energy of weapons and the potential of battle.
The new visitors
hadn’t ventured far inland when they were greeted by several dozen Waitaha. The
visitors retained their defensive pose not knowing what they would face. On
seeing their fear, the Waitaha elder laid his walking staff on the ground in a
peaceful gesture and walked up to the leader with arms extended exposing his
heart to them. On feeling his heart energy, the leader was taken aback and
after a moment of hesitation, he also laid weapons on the ground. The rest of
the visitors followed his example.
For many weeks the
Waitaha shared their stories, food and shelter with the visitors who called
themselves, Maori. The Maori were amazed at what they witnessed, heard and felt
in the village. Such degrees of peace, acceptance and trust had never been a
part of their culture. They had always experienced challenges by other tribes
from other islands and also taken the role of the invader when it suited their
needs. The Maori leaders were also different to the Waitaha elders as they
tended to exude an air of dominance rather than the acceptance they felt from
the Waitaha.
After several weeks
of living with the Waitaha, the Maori leader decided they should return home. He
and his men were excited to share their experiences with their own tribe and to
bring them the potentials of living in the same peaceful manner as the Waitaha.
The Maori set out
on their journey home, all but 6 of them. Those six Maori, by their own choice,
stayed behind leaving space in the canoe for 6 Waitaha tribe’s men. It was generally
felt that the 6 Waitaha would be a symbol of good faith and assist in bringing
a deeper understanding of their way of life to the other Maori leaders.
Several months after
the first Maori visitors had left; many Maori canoes arrived on the shores of
the New Land. The 100 plus warriors made their way inland… they were guided by
the Maori who had led the journey previously. With him was the tribes Leader.
The order was to keep weapons in a non-threatening position.
The Waitaha came
forward and the elder welcomed his Maori friend. The Maori introduced the Elder
to the Maori leader. As both leaders greeted each other, the Maori leader suddenly
raised his wooden club and brought it crashing down on the elder’s head killing
him instantly. As the leader fell lifelessly to the ground and his blood
spilled forth, an instant shift in energy could be felt. It was as if the land shook
in reaction to this first act of violence as well as to the ensuing potentials
that would surely sweep this New Land. The necklaces of the 6 Waitaha who had journeyed
with the Maori to the Maori tribe were thrown onto the body of the dead elder.
The second body to fall from the lethal club was that of the Maori who had
guided them to the Waitaha. From those death blows, the Maori warriors
shattered the peaceful air with their cries of battle. They attacked the
village killing everyone regardless of age or gender.
The Maori leader
who led the attack had been fascinated by the stories of the Waitaha that the
Maori travellers brought back with them. The Maori travellers had hoped to
convince their leader that they could create the same peaceful lifestyle on
their Island. The Maori leader only saw the potential of easy domination of a
plentiful new land. The 6 Waitaha visitors were put to death silently and the
plan to conquer the Waitaha tribes kept quiet from the Maori who would innocently
guide his tribe to the Waitaha’s village and their annihilation.
Over the following
months, the Maori warriors went from village to village killing, raping,
pillaging and destroying the Waitaha homes and crops.
After repeated
invasions, the Maori leader gradually became more and more frustrated with the
ease of the battles as the Waitaha stayed true to their beliefs and refused to fight
back. To act with intent to harm others was completely against all their
beliefs and they knew if they gave in to the desire to fight, they would be no
better than their attackers. They would not throw away all they had created on
such a deep spiritual level to ones who were yet to awaken.
While it was the Maori
leader’s objective to be the victor, the victory over the peaceful Waitaha
wasn’t the grand, energy laden conquest he desired. The absence of intensity in
the battles wasn’t ‘feeding’ him or his warriors with the energy ‘hit’ they
were used to receiving from battles with their previous enemies. Many of the Maori were also feeling
exasperated with the lack of retaliation and were beginning to fight amongst
themselves just to keep their warrior energy flowing.
With the lack of
fierceness in the encounters, another energy was emerging on the battle field,
an energy they weren’t used to feeling. Some Maori were beginning to feel conflicted
within themselves for their actions. They were beginning to feel the Waitaha’s energetic
potentials of peace override the Maoris desire for war. They wondered what inner
strength it took to stand up to an enemy and not fight back. They wondered what
could possibly mean more to them than their own lives. The Maori who were
feeling this shift didn’t dare mention it to each other in fear of being
reported and killed as traitors.
Meanwhile, not
happy with the lethargy he was feeling in his warriors and the frustration he
felt in himself, the Maori leader began to devise new tactics. If fear of death
and destruction wasn’t going to feed their desire to conquer in the grand way
they were used to, they would take more… they would take their souls.
The Maori leader, by
way of threatening his own men with cruel deaths if they didn’t perform as expected,
psyched his men into yet another battle with the next Waitaha village they came
across. In his desire for ultimate power, the leader ordered that they didn’t
just kill the villagers and rape men and woman dead or alive; they were now
ordered to cut out the hearts of the men and devour them.
Many of the
warriors were horrified; especially those who didn’t want to battle anymore. Knowing
they would surely be killed if they didn’t do as they were ordered, they mentally
separated themselves from their feelings. When they came across the next
village the level of butchery exceeded previous attacks raising the energy to a
frenzied level creating a manic feeding. Once they started there was no
stopping them. They fed on the energy of the slaughter and the flesh with a seemingly
unstoppable craving as if they were hypnotized by the sudden burst of power.
They danced wildly; looking horrific as they smeared the blood of their victims
across their bodies.
This brutal, soul
destroying form of attack was taken to several more Waitaha villages. However,
even with the sudden rushes of energy and the manipulating mental controls, gradually
many of the Maori became less and less caught in it as the energy of the
Waitaha and the land again rose and overrode the energy of hatred and fear.
Again the warriors began
to feel discontented and deeply conflicted with what they were being forced to
do to these peaceful people. And again the Maori leader was frustrated by the
diminishing efforts from his men. How could he be in total power over this new
Land if his warriors wouldn’t fight with their total craving? He had no
understanding of what it was that seemed to haunt his men and drain them of
their desire to dominate. Were the Waitaha able to bewitch his men with some
form of magic? Did they have Gods more powerful than his?
To add to his
frustration, the Waitaha were also becoming more difficult to find as word of
the slaughters had travelled far and wide. The villages went into hiding when
the Maori were seen in their region.
Again the Maori
leader sought another way to stay in total dominance of both the Waitaha and
his warriors. He had one last plan. He brought his men together and told them
there would be no more killing. While the majority were confused at their
leader’s decision, many were relieved. Those who visibly showed relief were
mentally noted by their leader. He announced to his warriors that when they
came to the next village they would show the sign of friendship and learn the
ways of Waitaha.
Wary at first, the
Waitaha elder of the next tribe they encountered did agree to speak to the
Maori leader. The leaders and their delegates sat together in communication for
several weeks. The rest of the Maori
spent time with the Waitaha families and learnt about their beliefs, their ways
of farming and fishing and how they made their tools and ceremonial items from
the unique green stone which was highly sought after as a trading item amongst
the many tribes. The Maori were amazed by the gentleness of these people who
seemed to have magical ways to make their crops grow and be in such balanced
commune with the land, water and sky. Many of the Maori embraced the heart
energy they were opening up to.
After weeks passed,
the Maori leader had gained a great amount of information from the Waitaha
elders. He had spent the time meticulously listening to and understanding their
beliefs and their ways; understanding what made them who they were. Many of
their ways impressed the Maori leader and he could see how they would benefit
his people. The one aspect of the Waitaha that he couldn’t understand was their
spiritual beliefs. Even tho he was a highly intelligent man, the gentle, loving
way of the Waitaha made no sense to him… especially when he knew he would soon
destroy them all. To him the only true way of life was the one that won the
battles and claimed the lands.
Finally, after
spending several months in the village, the Maori Leader grew tired of the
pretence. One night when all were sleeping, he rallied his men and all Waitaha
were butchered where they lay.
But rather than
destroy the village, the Maori leader chose to claim it as his own. He felt very powerful, he almost shon in his victory.
Not only had he destroyed the Waitaha people and taken their souls, but now, in
claiming their way of life, he had also stolen their identity. He planned to
lure other tribes into believing they were now Waitaha and gradually infiltrate
and destroy them one by one while taking over their villages and way of life.
He had no idea of
the future consequences of his actions; he was only interested in claiming all
the energies for himself that he could. In a sense, he didn’t just claim them,
he locked them into so many layers of deceit and control that eventually the
energies became distorted as to which culture was which. In a sense, from stealing the Waitaha’s
identity and locking that energy in, the Maori lost their own. He also didn’t care that amongst his men
there was a deep regret for what they had done. He only cared that they would
do what he told them for fear of their own lives, after all, they weren’t really
Waitaha.
Over time and
through many more battles, several of the Maori warriors that had opened their
hearts to the Waitaha, let as many escape from their death sentence as they
possibly could even tho they feared being exposed as traitors. Some Waitaha were
told to lie still until the Maori left, while others that were hiding were
purposely overlooked. Many of the Maori who assisted the Waitaha to escape the
massacre found it too difficult to continue living with the conflict they felt
so deep within and eventually they also escaped their leader and went into
hiding with the Waitaha. It was very difficult for them to leave their families
and their culture, but it was more difficult to continue living in the old ways
since they had allowed their hearts to open to a new consciousness and life
style. There was no going back.
Over the centuries
to follow, more and more Maori tribes came to the New Land. The Maori tribes
that inhabited the New Land in the following years didn’t have a chance to
experience the pure Waitaha energy; instead they felt a blending of their
beliefs with those of the Waitaha.
The Waitaha and the
Maori defectors that survived stayed well hidden and the stories of their
existence over time became more of a fable than a reality. The Waitaha had
learnt to stay hidden by shifting their consciousness and their energy
vibration just enough so that those who lived with a lower vibration couldn’t
see them or their villages even when they walked through them. They had become invisible to all who had
closed hearts.
Even tho they remained
hidden and their stories blended with the Maori stories, the Waitaha
consciousness of the open heart was often felt by Maori people. Some Maori, in
particular the children and the elderly, not only felt the Waitaha presence,
but at times they also saw them. They were often thought of as fairy folk or
spirit friends as they had an aura around them that seemed to shine and
shimmer. There was no connection that
they were the Waitaha people as they had supposedly been wiped out many years
earlier… or never existed at all.
Often, usually in
the evening, the Waitaha children would come into the Maori village and invite
the Maori children to come and play with them. The Maori children never felt
any fear as their spirit friends only emanated feelings of love and joy. At
times they played in the ‘invisible’ Waitaha village where the atmosphere was
always happy and loving, even when it came to doing the chores.
After their visits,
the Maori children would then take their stories of their ‘shining’ friends
back to their families. As with many stories children tell, they were seen by
the adults simply as a child’s imagination, but in truth each story carried the
potential of harmony for their own tribe, just like a precious gift that would
be opened when the time was appropriate.
Today, very few
Waitaha are visible to all humanity. Some have stepped out of their
invisibility to openly share with awakening souls, but most are content to
shine in their own space. There are some people who feel that they are Waitaha,
yet most who do, are Maori descendants who are caught in the illusion from
having their identity mixed with the Waitaha ways all those centuries ago.
There are very few
Maori who truly know who they are in today’s changing culture. It’s time now for
all people to know who they are. It’s time to release the controls and old
ceremonies that lock you in to the past and embrace and honour the original
energies of this gentle land. It’s within those mirror energies that one can
truly recognise self and return to the heart vibration that is uniquely theirs.
Energies of old are
being released in all spaces within New Zealand at present. Last night I was
shown another vision, one more of the present. It was of the Queen of England.
I was sitting with her in a state of total compassion. She was lying on her bed.
Her energy was leaving her. She was very tired and looked small… withered. I
feel this was another sign that it was time to release all old forms of control
on this land regardless of where they came from and for what reason.
Today, I sit here
in Zealandia amongst the beautiful open heart energies of Lemuria listening to
the Waitaha and the Maori collectives as we again write together. It seems an
appropriate place to conclude this channelled story of understanding,
acceptance and expansion.
As I write I have a
small Paradise duckling swimming circles in front of me… its family are quite a
distance away, but it doesn’t bother him. We share this space with a beautiful
dragonfly skipping around us as many species of birds fly above us blending the
energies. The sun is dancing on the
water and the energies of expansion are very obvious in these surrounds so exquisitely
green.
I feel honoured to
have shared this channel with such loving spirits and now, with you and all who
are drawn to the energy in this information. I understand the emotional
challenges that this may create, but I also know the sense of freedom you can
feel in your heart when you choose to release the old patterns, behaviours,
fears and controls… the freedom you feel when you’re brave enough, or tired
enough, to finally seek and embrace the truth of who you are and find your own call
of the heart.
And so it is
Artwork and Photograph by Sue Norman
