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AOTEAROA: TIDES OF HEAVEN: The Night Fishermen
- Jeff Williams -

This is a beautifully woven epic of changing, violent times seen through the eyes of the hirama – the night fishermen – and their warrior tribe, the Toa people of Kawhia Harbour and Kapiti Island. Set in the early years of 19th century Aotearoa (New Zealand), this story cleverly pulls together a great variety of historical strands to create a deep and hauntingly spiritual tale.

Read it carefully, for what you will probably think is fiction, may be fact. What you swear is fact, is probably fiction. It is extremely hard to fathom which is which. It is, however, much more… you are quickly, and magically, drawn into this different world of courage, spirituality and wizardry, and that other ‘real’ dimension is complex, amazing and healing.

A gift of the ancestors, this spell-binding novel is an opening of the three sacred baskets of knowledge of the creator god Io, the return of one’s soul to the true history and spirit of the islands of the Double Sea. Somewhere in here is your story…

ibooks: https://itunes.apple.com/nz/book/the-night-fishermen/id586042055?mt=11

amazon: http://www.amazon.com/The-Night-Fishermen-Aotearoa-ebook/dp/B00APSKF5M

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Cover Art: The Night Fishermen

Jeff Williams
THE SACRED KOROTANGI

Sacred Korotangi of Taputapu-atea, Ra’i’atea, Hawaiki

The eminent Professor Julius von Haast examined the sacred Korotangi of ‘Tainui’ in 1881, and after his comments were considered by other scientists, they wrote.

“The stone bird has been carved with a sharp implement, either of iron or bronze, of which, as we know, the ‘natives’ had no knowledge; the lines are all cut so evenly that it could not have been done with a stone implement. 

This evidence is against the view that the bird is an old-time ‘native’ artifact. Professor von Haast’s paper on the Korotangi appears at p. 104 of vol. 14 of the Transactions [Journal of the Polynesian Society] alluded to above.”

In that paper it is stated that the bird was fashioned from dark green serpentine, weighed 4lbs. 10oz., and resembled in form certain Japanese bronzes representing birds; Professor von Haast further remarked that the carving ‘probably came from some eastern country’.

After the Korotangi was recovered again from the Waikato River, it was sold to Major Wilson of Cambridge. In 1938 his family gifted the sacred bird to the National Museum (now ‘Te Papa’ in the Big Harbour of the Spear (Whanganui-a-Tara) with the instruction that regardless of where it was stored or displayed, the sacred Korotangi ‘… must always face the light’.

 In 1995 the sacred Korotangi was returned to a group of descendants of the ‘Tainui’ people because of a clause in Te Wiremu’s ‘tiriti’ paper of Waitangi-ki-Tua. Perhaps it happily rests beside the Waikato River once again, until the day it again needs to be reunited with the sacred eel pendant of Maui.
- introduction pages of 'The Night Fishermen'
TE RAUPARAHA

"Physically, they regarded Te Rauparaha as a dwarf-like small man of not quite five feet high, with a protruding upper lip like an eagle’s beak, six toes on his left foot, plagued by diseases, and missing the centrepiece spiral of his facial ‘ta-moko’ tattoos on his right cheek. He may have looked ‘unfinished’ but his physical appearance belied his tenacity in battle and other talents of a respected master warrior. 
Before Te Rauparaha was born it was prophesised that he would be a fearsome dragon-like ‘taniwha’, and this prophecy had become a reality. He was an accomplished orator, clever diplomat, an energetic and courageous warrior, and could pass from treachery to chivalry in the bat of an eyelid. Everything these Waikato chiefs said was tempered by this intimate understanding of their Toa foe. 
A giant amongst his Maniapoto people, Rangi-Tuatea, his name appropriately the ‘Angry Sky’, next counselled, with due deference to these skills of his once friend and worthy adversary. 
“He is cunning, our Te Rauparaha, and we should proceed wisely. Many of you know him enough to realise that it would be better if he fought on our side as in previous days. The Toa chief has an uncanny sense about the way a battle shapes, and knows just when to mould circumstance to his advantage. 
We cannot take him lightly as the man knows the art of war better than most, and he sees the value of the new Pakeha musket in defence and attack. Above all else, it seems that his grandfather’s fighting taiaha-kura ‘Kimihia’ is emblazoned with magical and fiery symbols of the gods that provide him divine protection. 
Think what you will of him as a man, but as a Toa, a warrior, he has few peers. Te Rauparaha has looked upon our fortress Celery Pine Branch Pa and told me where he sees all its weaknesses. Tukorehu, you and I know he has extra eyes on battlefield, and has learnt his skills from masters in both spiritual and physical warfare. He has passed on his talents to several of us here, both his abilities in single combat, and his knowledge of the art of warfare on the grander scale.”
from Chapter 1 - The Night Fishermen
TE PEEHI KUPE - TOA SUPREME CHIEF
- painting by Gottfried Lindauer

"Te Peehi Kupe awoke to survey his haul of godstone, and went over to a pile where he had spied an interesting block the previous evening. Then comes that snap instant, a moment of indecision where one loses touch with the reality of their circumstances, a silly thing you wish you had never done. It was Te Peehi Kupe who precipitated his own demise by attempting to remove a valuable godstone block from the pile, and out of the pa confines on his own. As he struggled with it, one of the ‘Ngai Tahu’ onlookers, the famed spear-thrower Moi Moi, saw him and called out.
“Leave our greenstone! Leave our godstone!” 
Te Peehi Kupe was incensed that a lowly warrior would dare tell him what to do. He was high chieftain caste, and he caustically replied.
“Oh, badly tattooed one, badly tattooed one, of what use would your ugly head be to me if I were to carry it to Motu Kapiti. It would not be enough to purchase a Pakeha musket.”
He turned to his companion, the Toa chief Te Panihi, and pointed at his carefully incised facial ta-moko.
“Here is a man whose head is worth something. You with a valueless head, how dare you call into question the doings of I, Te Peehi-Kupe-o-te-rangi, supreme chief of the Toa-rangatira of Motu Kapiti!”
- from Chapter 12 - Sharks' Teeth Saw & Fishhooks
"The song singer Rangi-Topeora had seen the green flash on sunset many times, and wished to see it again, absorb its wisdom, and searched in her heart for a powerful song to encourage it happening. This calm evening, she sang to her warrior uncle a song about the lineage of the Prophet Te (+Wi, a Toa ancestor. Eons ago on the Island of Giant Statues, the Prophet had composed this song to tell his own son of his illustrious and godly origins.

“Hearken thou, O son! 
To voice now heard,
That loudly sends its tones this way,
    To pass o’er highest mountain-peak —
    O’er range that parts our home from his.
   
 O son! And does he dare to sing,
    And in his song ignore the power,
    And fame, and history of our tribe,
    And doubt the deeds of note in battle gained
    Oft told to him of us by ancient priests,
    And by the leaders of his tribe so fully taught
    In all the sacred schools of learning lore of old!

 Though I may be of less than noble birth,
    Yet I will speak our fame in song,
    That our own ears may hear my voice,
    And to them I may tell our power and fame.



 I heard of Mata-Roia and Whanga-i-Tama,
    Those deeds of bravery, where our own fathers
    Learnt to act like ancient warriors,
    And Footsteps of Uenuku was fought, the battle
    Where so many stood and gazed of
    Which, O son! Now tell the victory gained.

O son! We came of ancient night Te Po,
    Of crowd of ancient gods, when nothing was —
    We came of that before the night
    Revolved, or space, or night, or day was known.
    
Of Kiki we all came, of Tato,
    And Turi-Onga, and Rongo-Kako,
    And of Tamatea, and of man’s producing-power:

    We came of Uenuku-Rangi, and that god’s power
    That gave a child to Iwi-Pupu, called
    Uenuku Whare-Kuta, which once
    Again brought forth young Uenuku-Titi,
    And Rangi-ta-Kumu was born,
  
And we, 
O son! 
Are from the gods,
 produced.”
- from Chapter 24 - Tuatara, Philosopher's Stone & Last Hirama
TE NOHORUA - TOHUNGA PRIEST

"In other groups, the warriors discussed the merits of their warrior chief Te Rauparaha, who stood apart consulting with his brother and tribal priest Te Nohorua. 
The warrior chief said to his war tohunga.
“My brother, we are ready to sally forth into the unknown. I should fear such a grand enterprise, but I don’t. Kaiapoi Pa will be our prize and the people within it will suffer for their theft of my godstone mere ‘Scudding Clouds’. No one steals from me, for I am not made that way. There is protective godstone covering whole patches of ground in their pa and marae, but I sense our mana will pervade on battle’s day, the gods willing.”
Te Nohorua was dogged by ill omens, but he did not reveal his troubled state to his brother. The death of the five hirama who had spied at Shivering Lake so far, and the strength of this curse upon his Toa people plagued his consciousness. How could he reverse spells and curses when he did not know their full nature? Who slung spears in his tribe’s direction and which gods were their agents? 
He put these spiritual considerations to the back of his thoughts, turned to his warrior brother and savoured this moment.
“We have come a long way from Kawhia together ‘Raha and now look below you. See the war waka assembled there bristling with the mana of a pod of killer whales falling upon a beach of frightened fur seals. Look at our warriors lost in thought now, but their skin and indeed their resolve will become as hard as godstone in the coming days. After the first taiaha falls and muskets ring out, they’ll be as one. 
See beyond to Te Wai Pounamu, the Waka of the Gods. Who would have thought when we studied at Ahurei and the Temple of the Four Winds that we would be standing here together, you the warrior in command of this mighty force, and I its spiritual head?”
- from Chapter 14 - Governor's Wife & Giant Eagles
Cover Art: The Night Fishermen

Jeff Williams
Cover Art: The Night Fishermen

Jeff Williams
Cover Art: The Night Fishermen

Jeff Williams
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