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Arizona (and the three mesa of the Hopi) is one of my spiritual homes. I wandered the desert in the Superstition Mountains and along the Mogollon Rim in search of answers to a number of life questions. The rocks taught me much - see 'The Circlestone' and 'Montezuma's Well' (the first two books in the North Star Road trilogy) to be published soon. To the Artists of Jerome, thank you for your infinite circles of wisdom. To the people of the Rabbit Clan thanx for teaching me to use a boomerang and the meaning of 'life out of balance'. To those 'Phoenicians' of Phoenix, Az, who took me under their wing - thanx for sharing the mysteries of your deserts.

You taught me the truth of these lines:

'Destroy your house, and with the treasure hidden in it,
You will be able to build thousands of houses.
The treasure lies under it;
There is no help for it;
Hesitate not to pull it down;
do not tarry!'

Mathnawi-i-Manawi, Book 4.

The wisdom of the 12 Baskets of Knowledge of 'The Song of Waitaha' are being entered here as time permits.
Eventually they will sit in their own illustrated gallery 'Ra Kai Hau Tu, Song Singer'.

inanga
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inanga > Spider Grandmother detail: Aristotle observed by the Peahen. A Poem by Jasper Memory (good name for a poet) found in the book 'Phi: The Golden Ratio' 'William Blake said he could see Vistas of infinity In the smallest speck of sand Held in the hollow of his hand. Models for this claim we've got In the work of Mandelbrot: Fractal diagrams partake Of the essence sensed by Blake. Basic forms will still prevail Independent of the Scale; Viewed from far or viewed from near Special signatures are clear, When you magnify a spot, What you had before, you've got Smaller, smaller, smaller, yet, Still the same details are set, Finer than the finest hair Blake's infinity is there, Rich in structure all the way - Just as the mystic poets say.' There are articles on the Hopi all over Spider Grandmother's world wide web. viewzone has a number on the Hopi and on other fascinating topics. This was one example: http://www.mondovista.com/flyingshields/ If you are interested in learning more about your relationship with the Earth at the spiritual level go to Lujan Matus's wonderful website http://www.parallelperception.com In 1991 i had the opportunity to go into the mountains of Colombia, the Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta. The five-day walking trip took me and others to Buritaca 2000, a World Heritage site on the side of Cristobal Colon, the highest peak in Colombia at 17,000 feet (and impressive as it is so close to the Caribbean Sea). On the way in i met some of the Kogi, a sister tribe to the Hopi. They share similar views http://www.theelderbrother.com/kogi/article.cfm?ObjectID=22 and http://www.labyrinthina.com/kogi.htm More on the Kogi and their cousins, the Hopi and Waitaha, later...
inanga > Montezuma's Well Detail: Phi-re 'We see a lot that you no longer notice. You could notice if you wanted to, but you are usually too busy. We Indians live in a world of symbols and images where the spiritual and commonplace are one. To you symbols are just word, spoken or written in a book. To us they are part of nature, part of ourselves - the earth, the sun, the wind and the rain, stones, trees, animals, even little insects like ants and grasshoppers. We try to understand them not with the heart, and we need no more than a hint to give us that meaning. What to you seems commonplace, to us appears wondrous through symbolism. This is funny, because we don't even have a word for symbolism, yet we are all wrapped up in it. You have the word, but that is all.' Lame Deer, from Lame Deer & R Erdoes, 'Lame Deer, Seeker of Visions' (Simon & Schuster, 1972). 'You see, I am alive You see, I stand in good relation to the earth. You see, I stand in good relation to the gods, You see, I stand in good relation to all that is beautiful. You see, I stand in good relation to you. You see, I am alive, I am alive' Native American credo, timeless 'Ko ngarara Poutini te maunga Ko Mawheranui te awa Ko Takitimu te waka Ko Rakaihautu te tangata Ko te Waitaha taku iwi Ko te Rarawa te hapu Ko te Roma te marae Ko inanga toku ingoa Ho Poutini te Ika a Maui Aotearoa, ahau ki Papatuauenuku te Ake Ake o Poutini'
inanga > 'Frank Lloyd Wright's Desert' This was painted by a friend with a few suggestions from me. It indicates that someone with artistic flair can make the swirl work. It is based on Ansel Adams' photograph of St Francis Church, Rancho de Taos, New Mexico (1929) - try http://www.anseladams.com for more on this remarkable photographer. In particular enjoy the silver-gelatin lusciousness of his Yosemite series. Why Frank Lloyd (Lincoln) Wright? His Taliesin West, near Scottsdale, Az, was on my mind when this all happened. For more on FLW's spiritual home of Taliesin West try: www.franklloydwright.org/Home.html. i have been fortunate enough to visit this incredible repository of architectural and other knowledge, and his designs blow me out of the water. The detail is perfect, right down to the explanation of how FLW's Welsh witch mother Anna Lloyd Jones hung murals above his head so that he would begin designing with Phi at an early age. You have to really scavenge to find that. Wiki reveals her more than cursory interest in Scared Geometry: 'In 1876, Anna visited the Centennial Exhibition in Philadelphia and saw an exhibit of educational blocks created by Friedrich Wilhelm August Fröbel. The blocks, known as Froebel Gifts, were the foundation of his innovative kindergarten curriculum. A trained teacher, Anna was excited by the program and bought a set of blocks for her family. Young Frank spent much time playing with the blocks. These were geometrically-shaped and could be assembled in various combinations to form three-dimensional compositions. Wright's autobiography talks about the influence of these exercises on his approach to design. Many of his buildings are notable for the geometrical clarity they exhibit.' i just realised at this instant that Anna Lloyd Jones reminded me that they are probably related to me by Davy Jones, of seafaring not the locker, from Llandudno. That is were we Williams's are from, not far from the coracles of Aberyswyth: THE HANES BLODEUWEDD 'Not of father nor of mother Was my blood, was my body. I was spellbound by Gwydion, Prime Enchanter of the Britons, When he transformed me from nine blossoms, Nine buds of various kind: From primrose of the mountain, Broom, meadow-sweet and cockle, Together intertwined, From the bean in its shade bearing A white spectral army Of earth, of earthly kind, From blossoms of the nettle, Oak, thorn and bashful chesnut - Nine powers of nine flowers, Nine powers in me combined, Nine buds of plant and tree. Long and white are my fingers As the ninth wave of the sea.' This tale satisfies for me A. E. Housman's assessment of true poetry. It must make the hairs stand up on the back of your head or it is merely vulgar rhyming. The goddess must be lurking in the shadows ready to rape the poet's soul, or it falls as mere vocabulary on a concrete floor. i wonder how you are there in the woods of Georgia, Eastern Seaboard Australia, Wild Wales, etc www.traditionalwitchcraft.net [inanga] by the artist Rosh-anna (see the 'R' in right-hand corner)
inanga > Five Cent Piece (Tuatara) - phased out but still here after 260,000,000 years detail from the Lair of Spider Grandmother, inventrix [is there such a word?] of the www (world-wide-web). Thanx Nana for teaching me this Wisdom - 'For the sage who desires to ascend in Yoga, action is stated to be the means for him or her who has ascended in Yoga, serenity (sama) is said to be the means. When he or she does not cling to the sense objects or to deeds and has renounced all desires then he or she is called 'one who has ascended in Yoga'. When he or she has controlled the mind and is established in the Self (atman) only devoid of all desires then he or she is said to be a 'yoked one'. [Ed note: If you want to separate the egg from the yoke, and you have got the 'joke', then visit your 4-D relatives at http://www.deoxy.org. Join the forums there, as Spider Grandmother intended. Change can be gradual and benign. Just believe in the Self, serene in the eyes of God. Listening to Eddie Vender 'Into the Wild' - really good lyrics]. For more on the Hopi Prophecy http://www.2012supplies.com/what_is_2012/hopi_prophecy.html
inanga > Hopi Indian Reservation (detail Spider Grandmother) 'Life is a paradise, and we are all in paradise, but we refuse to see it. If we would, we should have heaven on earth the next day.' Fyodor Dostoyevsky, 'The Brothers Karamazov' 'LOGIC 23 Postulate - the human mind and inventions of the human mind are capable of resolving any and all problems which can be sensed, measured or experienced directly or indirectly. Corollary - the human mind is capable of resolving the problem of the human mind. The borderline of solution of this science lies between WHY life is surviving and HOW life is surviving. It is possible to resolve HOW life is surviving without resolving WHY life is surviving. LOGIC 24: The resolution of the philosophical, scientific and human studies (such as economics, politics, sociology, medicine, criminology, etc) depends primarily [up-on] the resolution of the problems of the human mind.' Thoughts of L Ron Hubbard First things first, i am not a Scientologist. All paths to God are worthwhile, and the Wisdom of this path helped me find mine. Some of my most treasured precepts come from the considered words of L Ron Hubbard, and he had a great part in my learning to understand the concept of individuation. I have only one comment to make - the video feeds in the Scientology site are slow loading. i particularly enjoyed this: http://scientology.org/#/videos/love-and-hate-what-is-greatness. And thanx to Tom Cruise for using the backdrop of our beautiful Mount Taranaki (aka Egmont) in 'The Last Samurai'. Great movie and some of the best battle scenes i have ever witnessed. inanga
inanga > The Wise Man builds… I spent some time in the Arizona desert learning its ways, and coming to grips with a host of 4-D clues. For several months I learned as much as I could about the ancient inhabitants from their interpretation of the landscape. What did they call that mesa, those saguaro, that mound, and why? Everywhere in the landscape there are zig-zag rainbows, like those in the left foreground of this piece. I was chasing Spider Grandmother down for answers and this was her lair. I remember being on the go from early morn to late afternoon in the Superstitions and needing water. The shadows were lengthening, I was parched and the sharp yellows and red flashes were intermingled with the stinging of cholla cactus. I hated cholla, as it set off its barbs directly at your skin when your walking vibrated the ground near it. It was one of Spider Grandmother’s best defences when she wished to hide her secrets. I remember sitting on top of a hill looking out across the Arizona desert wondering where I could find water, and thus salvation. Always look between the two towers for therein lies your path… this resounded in my consciousness and made me ever thirsty. This sort of pursuit of knowledge can be deadly, and if I did not find water before dusk I was halfway to a death from thirst. Was knowledge of the ancients worth dying for? In the distance I saw two giant saguaros and began to scramble down the bony ridge towards a dry gulch where I could pass through the portal. I saw footprints that once I passed would disappear, as if no foot had ever here fallen. I followed them higher into the gulch, thinking that the increase in elevation was decreasing the chance of finding water. I saw silver tinsel on a manzanita bush and ran towards it. It reflected a small pool of water nearby. Attached to the tinsel was a small, black paper witch’s hat, and written in silver –coloured ink was: ‘We like anagrams too!’ That pool, and salvation for the day, is just beneath the rainbow zig-zags. Another day in which I learnt that my ego is never going to be my salvation, but rather the surrendering of the ego’s will to God would be. All the mesa at this instant blossomed with crosses made of gossamer and light and I could see portico-covered stairways leading to each of them. It would be some time – kala – before I woke with this realization each day of my future life in 3-D Earth Prime. In Ngauranga Gorge, below Jville, there is the headquarters of Wellington’s Rock Church. They have been a source of spiritual inspiration to many people in the region. I suppose 'The Wise Man builds His Church upon the Rock' belongs to them. [Author’s note: This was the first in a series of three desert paintings. In the next Desert Castles it is seen from further away, and in The Lair of Spider Grandmother it is far away (in the top right-hand section of the picture.] i learnt a lot about the Hopi from this feed: www.ausbcomp.com/redman/hopi.htm Kaitiaki: Rock Church, Ngauranga Gorge, Whanganui-a-Tara (Wellington) Acrylic, oil, gouache, gold leaf, heaps of glitter and collage on canvas 2006
inanga > The Lair of Spider Grandmother (detail) MIRACLES ARE COMMONPLACE 'Now that's an oxymoron, isn't it? I mean, how can something be a 'Miracle' if it's something that's happening every day? It runs counter to the common culture. It says that what is uncommon is common. That's a message the world would do well to hear right now. It would be nice to know that the extraordinary events of the Bible and the Koran and the Bhagavad-Gita and the Book of Mormon and all the sacred scriptures of all the sacred traditions are not extraordinary at all, but are happening to all of us, all the time. Perhaps it's time to demystify the mystical. Perhaps it's time to bring God down to Earth. For that is where God is. On Earth. As it is in Heaven. Once we understand and truly know that God is right here, right now, the space of the Here and Now is wide open to the most extraordinary possibilities. But history teaches us that the human race will not come to these understandings simply because religion wants it to. These are not truths that will be adopted because they are taught. They are truths that will be adopted only after it is demonstrated that they represent, in fact, the real experience of human beings. That is why sharing our experiences of God and telling people about our moments of Grace can be - and is - so impactful. And that is why this book ends with... The Invitation Extract from 'Moments of Grace: When God Touches Our Lives Unexpectedly', Neale Donald Walsch, Hampton Roads Publishing Co., Charlottesville, VA 229.02. Original: Kaitiaki Dr Tony Minervino, Tamaki-makau-rau (Auckland)
inanga > Montezuma's Well ...but at the stage i wrote this i wasn't: 'What appears to be the most boring town in the world may, indeed, be full of surprises. Beyond it's walls may lure secrets, and paths to adventures you never imagined. Never judge a town, instantaneously, by its daytime appearance. Spend a day there for sure, but also sleep and dream a night, and wake up to a hearty breakfast, before you elect to pass judgement. Each town is a microcosm of the country it rests in, sharing its desires, prejudices, quirks and fears. Beware, for if you utter as much as a whisper in such towns they will reverberate with all the intensity of the crescendo of an orchestra playing at Carnegie Hall. inanga, travel writer, assignment for 'Living Dreams', Jerome, Arizona, 2001 I remember when I first fell for the moon. It was the time the cow jumped over it, and the dish, tasty as it was, ran away with the spoon, as yet unused. It was New York, New York. And in the background Frank Sinatra crooned of New York, old New York. Of a breakthrough, Night and Day, in New York, old New York, so grand they named it twice. And a curious blue whale swam up the Hudson, past the Statue of Liberty, gazing in admiration at the dreams of Peter Stuyvesant, finding his international passport to smoking pleasure. And the moon set over the glass castle of some modern-day honourable Arthurs, Genevieves and Lancelots, who knew not that the Hopi were the only free people on earth. And the jazz crawled out of the gutters of Harlem, the smell of pizza permeates Little Italy in curious bad-breath odour, and Broadway was filled with stars. All bustled to and fro oblivious that they were ordered and divided by the moon. The moon winked behind a cloud that descended on Central Park, sending the squirrels scurrying to guard their winter nest eggs. The Bronx descended into chaos, as crowds watched the day's news in Times Square. Queens came alive as it always did at night. Jersey shoreline shivered in the fall of the sun. The moon emerged over Manhattan and its tempo increased. And New York doused the Calvinism of Old York with its very fire. inanga, travel writer, 'Old New York Moons', Fable Upon Fable, 2001 Anyway, after that floral introduction i just wanted to introduce you to another part of Spider Grandmother's world-wide-web. It is a good place to hide secrets, and to share them: Try this: https://www.cia.gov/news-information/featured-story-archive/intellipedia-celebrates-third-anniversary.html. For more on Intellipedia see this wiki feed: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intellipedia
inanga > Lair of Spider Grandmother - near Montezuma's Well, Az In 2000 I went to Arizona in pursuit of a chaotic dream. The phrase koyannisqatsi echoed in my mind – it is Hopi Indian for life out of balance. My life was certainly out of balance. The events of the next four months are covered in two books in the North Star Road trilogy – The Circlestone and Montezuma’s Well. I am juggling two mice at the moment I write this piece – that is two computer mice (mouse), one in this file I am writing and one on another computer I am looking at magnifications of the picture of Spider Grandmother’s lair. This techno age is great but absolutely four-letter swear word useless when you enter the lair of Soyangmawuti, the Spider Grandmother. She allowed us to ‘come up’ the bamboo at the end of the third cycle to the point of change to the fourth cycle in which we will ‘…learn the meaning of all things’. This is more adequately described in the Prophecy of Masau’wu, of the Hopi of Four Corners - look under the oak leaf in the first photograph in this series. You need a magnifying glass to read this picture. You will see in the myriad collage and paint swirled into the desert country around Sedona, Wickenburg, Jerome and the Superstition Mountains. A tuatara on a 5 cent piece hides somewhere. Gouache, acrylic, oil, glitter and gold leaf, 2006 Dedicated to the Artists of Jerome inanga
Spider Grandmother detail: Aristotle observed by the Peahen.

A Poem by Jasper Memory (good name for a poet) found in the book 'Phi: The Golden Ratio'

'William Blake said he could see
Vistas of infinity
In the smallest speck of sand
Held in the hollow of his hand.
Models for this claim we've got
In the work of Mandelbrot:
Fractal diagrams partake
Of the essence sensed by Blake.
Basic forms will still prevail
Independent of the Scale;
Viewed from far or viewed from near
Special signatures are clear,
When you magnify a spot,
What you had before, you've got
Smaller, smaller, smaller, yet,
Still the same details are set,
Finer than the finest hair
Blake's infinity is there,
Rich in structure all the way -
Just as the mystic poets say.'

There are articles on the Hopi all over Spider Grandmother's world wide web. viewzone has a number on the Hopi and on other fascinating topics. This was one example:http://www.mondovista.com/flyingshields/

If you are interested in learning more about your relationship with the Earth at the spiritual level go to Lujan Matus's wonderful websitehttp://www.parallelperception.com

In 1991 i had the opportunity to go into the mountains of Colombia, the Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta. The five-day walking trip took me and others to Buritaca 2000, a World Heritage site on the side of Cristobal Colon, the highest peak in Colombia at 17,000 feet (and impressive as it is so close to the Caribbean Sea). On the way in i met some of the Kogi, a sister tribe to the Hopi. They share similar viewshttp://www.theelderbrother.com/kogi/article.cfm?ObjectID=22 and
http://www.labyrinthina.com/kogi.htm

More on the Kogi and their cousins, the Hopi and Waitaha, later...
> Spider Grandmother detail: Aristotle observed by the Peahen. A Poem by Jasper Memory (good name for a poet) found in the book 'Phi: The Golden Ratio' 'William Blake said he could see Vistas of infinity In the smallest speck of sand Held in the hollow of his hand. Models for this claim we've got In the work of Mandelbrot: Fractal diagrams partake Of the essence sensed by Blake. Basic forms will still prevail Independent of the Scale; Viewed from far or viewed from near Special signatures are clear, When you magnify a spot, What you had before, you've got Smaller, smaller, smaller, yet, Still the same details are set, Finer than the finest hair Blake's infinity is there, Rich in structure all the way - Just as the mystic poets say.' There are articles on the Hopi all over Spider Grandmother's world wide web. viewzone has a number on the Hopi and on other fascinating topics. This was one example: http://www.mondovista.com/flyingshields/ If you are interested in learning more about your relationship with the Earth at the spiritual level go to Lujan Matus's wonderful website http://www.parallelperception.com In 1991 i had the opportunity to go into the mountains of Colombia, the Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta. The five-day walking trip took me and others to Buritaca 2000, a World Heritage site on the side of Cristobal Colon, the highest peak in Colombia at 17,000 feet (and impressive as it is so close to the Caribbean Sea). On the way in i met some of the Kogi, a sister tribe to the Hopi. They share similar views http://www.theelderbrother.com/kogi/article.cfm?ObjectID=22 and http://www.labyrinthina.com/kogi.htm More on the Kogi and their cousins, the Hopi and Waitaha, later...
Spider Grandmother detail: Aristotle observed by the Peahen.

A Poem by Jasper Memory (good name for a poet) found in the book 'Phi: The Golden Ratio'

'William Blake said he could see
Vistas of infinity
In the smallest speck of sand
Held in the hollow of his hand.
Models for this claim we've got
In the work of Mandelbrot:
Fractal diagrams partake
Of the essence sensed by Blake.
Basic forms will still prevail
Independent of the Scale;
Viewed from far or viewed from near
Special signatures are clear,
When you magnify a spot,
What you had before, you've got
Smaller, smaller, smaller, yet,
Still the same details are set,
Finer than the finest hair
Blake's infinity is there,
Rich in structure all the way -
Just as the mystic poets say.'

There are articles on the Hopi all over Spider Grandmother's world wide web. viewzone has a number on the Hopi and on other fascinating topics. This was one example:http://www.mondovista.com/flyingshields/

If you are interested in learning more about your relationship with the Earth at the spiritual level go to Lujan Matus's wonderful websitehttp://www.parallelperception.com

In 1991 i had the opportunity to go into the mountains of Colombia, the Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta. The five-day walking trip took me and others to Buritaca 2000, a World Heritage site on the side of Cristobal Colon, the highest peak in Colombia at 17,000 feet (and impressive as it is so close to the Caribbean Sea). On the way in i met some of the Kogi, a sister tribe to the Hopi. They share similar viewshttp://www.theelderbrother.com/kogi/article.cfm?ObjectID=22 and
http://www.labyrinthina.com/kogi.htm

More on the Kogi and their cousins, the Hopi and Waitaha, later...
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