inanga > Rick sees Rick on his bike on Google Earth, Jville

Originally i collaged a number of Google Earth images, including 3-D views, my paintings (and a Miro that was an accidental CLICK) and the centerpiece was my friend Rick from Jville. This was captured on Google Earth street camera. What are the odds of this? A biker captured on his Triumph in his front yard? A split second in the Google-Earth-mapping process.

I finally managed to get a portrait shot of Rick rather sneekily on my Apple iphone. He has incredible facial tattoos (Maori: 'moko') and you can just detect these above his glasses. The miracle of digital phi-tography allowed the Google-Earth image of Rick on his bike to be reflected in his glasses. 

Hence the title 'Rick sees Rick on his bike on Google Earth, Jville'

courtesy of inanga, Picasa 3, SmugMug, Google and Mozilla Firefox November 2009
inanga > Avocado Sunset, St Louis, Missouri

i had the privilege of visiting St Louis when i wrote the 'Plains States' for the first Lonely Planet US guide. i was fascinated with St Louis as one of my heroes Thomas Stearns (TS) Eliot was born in that city. He said that it inspired 'The Love Song of J.Alfred Prufrock', one of my all-time favorite poems. Here is what wiki says:

'In 1915 Ezra Pound, overseas editor of Poetry magazine, recommended to Harriet Monroe, the magazine's founder, that she publish "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock". Although the character Prufrock seems to be middle-aged, Eliot wrote most of the poem when he was only 22. Its now-famous opening lines, comparing the evening sky to "a patient etherised upon a table," were considered shocking and offensive, especially at a time when the poetry of the Georgians was hailed for its derivations of the 19th century Romantic Poets. The poem follows the conscious experience of a man, Prufrock (relayed in the "stream of consciousness" form characteristic of the Modernists), lamenting his physical and intellectual inertia, the lost opportunities in his life and lack of spiritual progress, with the recurrent theme of carnal love unattained. Critical opinion is divided as to whether the narrator leaves his residence during the course of the narration. The locations described can be interpreted either as actual physical experiences, mental recollections, or even as symbolic images from the sub-conscious mind, as, for example, in the refrain "In the room the women come and go." '

Across the 'river' from St Louis's famous arch are the Cahokia Mounds - hence the dream-catcher above. i have visited there also and i was fascinated with the pivotal location of the site, at the confluence of the Missouri and Mississippi rivers. For more on these see Another Roadside Attraction - the Treasure Hunt in this site. I left pounamu (greenstone) in many locations in the US when i was on my spirit quest - but not here under the arch. So with Google's Street cam, a wiki download and a painting of greenstone/pounamu (from Kuri's Big OE) amends have been made. Bernice, a friend of Ms P's, decided to send a message into the ether to her late father. Don, also born in Missouri, i hope you get this by ether-mail.

courtesy of Picasa 3, SmugMug, Google and Mozilla Firefox 2009
inanga > The Headless Man

i desperately wanted to get back into collage and this is an attempt at getting back into it. i have been preoccupied with getting on with tweaking this website so it is more accessible (and as such have neglected writing more of the Superstitions game). i'll be back to it shortly - following the ground on Google Earth has been a journey in itself.

In honor of the Hopi Fire Clan, Keepers of the Tablet [above] i have left the The Second Sacred Kete [Basket of Knowledge] of Kiwa and Hotu Matua here:

'THE KETE OF KIWA AND HOTU MATUA

WE ARE BORN OF DIFFERENT COLOURS

WHERE DO WE ENTER THE CIRCLE OF LIFE? Our ancestors moved with the Gods and touched the distant stars to bring light to the darkness and wisdom of the Kete of Knowledge. Before all else we honour them, the oldest ones, the tupuna who have gone before us, those who departed so long ago. And while we leave their names in the shadows, we go forward in their strength and wairua [spirit].

We begin our Histories with their children, with Kiwa and Hotu Matua, who were born of different tides and crossed strange waters to find each other.

'And Kiwa brought his people to a new home'

Kiwa sailed out of the east to explore the waters under the star of Rehua. He looked on the vastness of the surging ocean and his heart responded to the restless spirit of Tangaroa. And he voyaged towards the setting Sun where the lands beyond the horizon whispered his name.

We are Uru Kehu [of Lake Titicaca] and Kiwa was our first Pae Arahi, our great Trail Maker. And although he sailed to many beautiful islands, his mind kept returning to one, and only one. Waitangi Ki Roto, the island of 'Weeping waters', held him in its thrall for it drew the Long Tides to its shores and was favoured by winds that filled the great sail of his waka. There our Uru Kehu people made their home.

Then Kiwa urged us to join our strength to his courageous heart, and he sailed again and again to chart islands seen today, and some that are no more. While few men did more than Kiwa to mark the sea trails, one woman did as much, and she stands beside him in the songs of the tides.

'Hotu Matua crossed the oceans on a great quest for the Cord of Life'

As Kiwa left the eastern shores of the great ocean to begin his voyages of discovery, another brave spirit set sail from the other side. We speak of our ancestress Hotu Matua who journeyed out of the west [from the Chatham Islands] in a swift double waka. As Supreme Ariki of our Maoriori people, she commanded many vessels, and said to her captains...

'Haere ki Te Pito Te Whenua, whakato ai nga rakau mana... Go forth and find the Sacred Birthing Cord of the world.'

Her quest was for the very centre of the being of Papatuanuku. Her captains sailed towards the rising Sun, and she followed in Ngatoki Mata Whaorua, and after nights beyond recall reached Waitangi Ki Roto [Easter Island]. And she knew her search was over.

Kiwa came to this island for its place in the weave of tide and wind because it anchored the life line of the Earth Mother. Then tide, wind and wairua bound these great navigators to the land, the oceans and each other, for they joined to make Uru Kehu and Maoriori one.

Kiwa and Hotu Matua were the balance of life; contrasting spirits joined in harmony. He was short and fair skinned, while she was tall and dark; his hair was fired by the colours of the Sun and hers the browns of the earth. To meet, they sailed the Line of Life joining east and west; Kiwa from the light of the rising Sun, the promise of creation and renewal; Hotu Matua out of the setting Sun, the end of all. They are the wholeness of our world, our beginning and our end.

'Hotu Matua became Te Kupenga o Te Ao in southern waters'

Hine Moana, Mother of the Seas, guards us on the waves and we honour her by following the ways set down in ancient days. Hotu Matua knew she had to take another name when her waka left the warm waters of the Giant Turtle and travelled with the White Whale. She became Te Kupenga o Te Ao, the 'Net of the World', the great navigator who added many islands to the kete of the sea trails. So Hotu matua is also the one we know as Te Kupenga, the explorer whose name reaches to every shore, even to the waters of the Old Tides and the islands of the Double Sea.

In later days, the ten children born to Te Kupenga and Kiwa braved the deeps and rode the Long Tides to defy the Octopus (Mu Torere) and discover distant lands. And they sailed in the mana of their mother. And when they went ashore, they took her name with them and gave it to many headlands and bays to honour her courage and vision.

'He koha kia tatou... it was her gift to us'.

Although we come to the end of the first of our Histories, we know it is only the beginning, for the world turns and truth emerges in the light of the flames.'

from 'Song of Waitaha: The Histories of a Nation', being the teachings of Iharaira Te Meihana, Wiremu Ruka Te Korako, Taare Reweti Te Maiharoa, Perenara Hone Hare, Heremia Te Wake and Renata Kauere, Tohangamaramatangi o Te Waitaha [Enlightened Teachers of Waitaha]
inanga > Have you got all you need?

1 The book of the faith you are most comfortable with (and 'Treasure Island', 'The Circle Stone' and 'Songlines' - all of the last three optional);

2 Sacred Syrian Rue (6-MeO-THBC);

3 Your map of 'Lost Dutchman's Mine on Treasure Island';

4 Plenty of water - at least a gallon a day (might need a burro!);

5 A board game;

6 Food - your own preference;

7 A Swiss Army Knife, sleeping mat, sleeping bag (it's cold at night);

8 Native tobacco if you smoke;

9 A means of lighting fire;

10 And lots of luck...
inanga > Thoughts of the Egyptian

Remember that blue book that fell on the floor in front of me in the quaint little bookshop at Tortilla Flat, Az.

The following passage was uplifted from: 'The Circlestone: A Superstition Mountain Mystery', by James A Swanson and Thomas J Kollenborn (two men with boyish, cowboy mentalities, but two that dared to take a peek beyond ‘a pile of rocks’):

'On March 15, 1983, Kollenborn visited Casa Grande ruin to ask Henderson [Sam Henderson, Park Superintendent, Casa Grande National Monument, Coolidge, Arizona, graduate in Archaeology from Northern Arizona University] to accompany him on a trip to Circlestone to witness the summer solstice the following June. Henderson agreed, and on Monday, June 20, 1983, the first professional archaeologist to see Circlestone was on his way to the stone ruin.

Kollenborn and Henderson stayed at Reavis Ranch that night, where they met 'Arkie' Johnston who was spending some days in the high country, escaping the summer heat of the low desert. Johnston was invited to accompany them, and early the next morning the three rode toward Circlestone.

Upon their arrival at the site, they noticed the millions of coccinellidae beetles (lady bugs) that covered the area. Kollenborn commented that he had seen these bugs at Circlestone every year for the past six years that he had been at the site. Entomologists explain the phenomenon as the result of warm and cool air meeting or shearing over the ridge between Mound Mountain and Circlestone. This shear zone creates a temperature inversion that, in turn, provides a micro-climatic environment conducive to the mating and swarming of these insects.

Henderson walked around and through the site, noting every detail. Kollenborn waited with anticipation for his comments and finally asked him what his evaluation was. Henderson stated positively that Circlestone was a primitive Indian ruin, not a corral. Furthermore, he was of the opinion that Circlestone was probably celestially oriented and may have been used for religious ceremonies as well. Henderson also pointed out that the site could have served as a market or trading center. He stressed that it would be difficult to make any serious evaluations of Circlestone without its first being excavated. This would be impossible under the current status of the site. Circlestone is located in a Federal Wilderness Area and cannot be excavated according to the regulations of the Department of Agriculture.

They set up their Brunton Pocket Transit, a survey instrument on a tripod, to take solar sighting at various times during the day. Standing at the central axis of the stone circle at 9:45 am on June 21st 1983, their sighting did not reveal any new information. They did note that the intensity of the sun at this elevation on this date could have influenced the early builders to choose this site.

The real test was the noon sighting. If at noon the sun shone through the doorway in the outer wall and aligned with the doorway in the center structure, this would add evidence to strongly support the theory that the structure was celestially oriented.

At precisely noon on June 21st, the summer solstice, the sun did indeed shine directly through he outer door and align perfectly with the interior door. This is the first day of the calendrical summer, an event of tremendous significance to early agrarian cultures.

As they left Circlestone for Reavis Ranch that afternoon, Kollenborn was convinced that the time spent investigating Circlestone was more than worthwhile. Henderson's comments had bolstered Kollenborn's enthusiasm and deepened his interest in trying to gather more information on the stone circle.

On June 24, 1983, 'Arkie' Johnston, Sharon and Tom Kellenborn returned to Circlestone. The purpose of this trip was to recheck previous measurements to ensure accuracy. Using a steel tape, they remeasured the diameter at several points. They chained the circumference, both inside and outside the wall. They measured the width of the entrance, the width of the stone wall, and the height of the stone wall. Then they accurately measured the center portion of the circle where the square structure is located.

They tried to accurately determine the length of the two remaining radiating spokes. The other spokes had been all but erased by centuries of erosion. The measurements they took that day proved to be far more accurate than the original measurements taken with a ten-foot cloth tape in 1981.

As the three prepared to leave after a difficult day's work, they wondered if one day the mystery of Circlestone would be solved. Kollenborn dreamed of Circlestone being restored to its original grandeur, with visitors carefully examining its once-downed walls. From all over the world, people might come to see Circlestone, a masterpiece originally built with ancient construction techniques by a culture gone for centuries.

Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by the crashing sound of yet another falling stone.’

Dare i say it - you must try to get a copy of this wonderful book, full of treasure-hunting tips and tailored perfectly for the Superstitions.

inanga
inanga > Peralta Trailhead

The Mexican called this place the Wailing Wall, and avoided coming in this way on his treasure-hunting expedition because he liked the smell of Tortilla Flat. The Egyptian, now he was something else. For a start he didn't even have a visa for the States. One day, after a night out in Tijuana, he just jumped the border. He had drifted around many places in the southern states, especially the Four Corners. He had a tip about the Egyptian treasure in the Grand Canyon near the Temple of Isis and he was after that.

Some said the Grand Canyon underground city held a far greater treasure than the Superstitions, but that search will have to be another day. i suggest if you want to learn more about the tip given to the Egyptian you should read the article from the Arizona Gazette of 5 April 1909 mentioned in David Hatcher-Childress's article on the treasure. [Yahoo removed the original links that i placed and I don't know why - I am in the process of adding the information another way. Is it so sensitive that the Smithsonian Institution doesn't want it here?] In the meantime try: http://lightworkers.org/blog/83532/archeological-coverups-david-hatcher-childress-egyptian-cavesgrand-canyon 

David is a seasoned treasure hunter and superb writer - he has stood at many Peralta Trailheads. This story accords carefully with the Prophecy of Masau'wu - the entry from the THIRD WORLD to the FOURTH WORLD and the preparations for the nirvana of the FIFTH WORLD. Take a virtual tour.  

There are plenty of other 'tombs' yet to be opened. Hey - hold on there before you go to this feed - you are at Peralta Trailhead and we are going after treasure i know is there, because i have touched it. [I had another link here - also removed. Go to You-Tube and type in 'David + Hatcher + Childress + Grand Canyon' and you will get more and reference to the original newspaper article from the time of discovery.

What was it Nostradamus said:

'They will come to discover the hidden topography of the land,
The urns holding wisdom within the monuments opened up,
Their contents will cause the understanding of holy philosophy to expand greatly,
White exchanged for black, falsehoods exposed, new wisdom replacing the established traditions that no longer work.'

Nostrodamus, VII, 14.

[Ed note: The World Explorers Club has a fascinating website: http://wexclub.com/ i visited their offices in Lima, Peru, during a climbing trip to South America and got heaps of good information on the Inca Trails of Peru and Bolivia. You should look up these rich feeds if you are keen on the Holy Grail - we are going to do some basic triangulations later - nowhere near as complex as it is in Martin Doutre's excellent 'Ancient Celtic Aotearoa (New Zealand) website. If you are on this treasure hunt and haven't looked at the article on the Circlestone in Arizona on: http://www.celticnz.co.nz/Circlestone/Circlestone1.htm you must do so. The Circlestone is part of these triangulations:

Cahokia Observatory: http://www.cahokiamounds.com/ and http://www.jqjacobs.net/archaeo/cahokia.html. They have great events at this national monument and vortex spot - two of North America's most powerful rivers, the Missouri and Mississippi meet at this spot. Anyway here's an upcoming: North American Indian Photography Contest

The Opening Reception of the North American Indian Photography Contest & Exhibition will be held this Saturday, October 17. Attendees will have the opportunity to vote for the People's Choice Award, enjoy a wine tasting by PRP Wine International, pick up some great holiday gifts in the Silent Auction, experience the awards ceremony and be the first to view these great photographs.

The reception is free and open to the public. RSVP to 618-344-7316.

Prophecy Rock: http://www.crystalinks.com/hopistonetablets.html

Grand Canyon: America's Second Biggest Treasure Chest more to come...

Anubis Caves, Oklahoma http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GACRxUIp39s

Saguaro National Monument: http://www.nps.gov/sagu/index.htm

Ohio Serpent Mound: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Serpent_Mound and http://greatserpentmound.com/

Casa Malpais: http://www.delange.org/CasaMalpais1/CasaMalpais.htm

Chaco Sun Dagger: www.solsticeproject.org/

Montezuma's Well: The clue is 'they concealed the place with water'. http://www.desertusa.com/mag98/aug/stories/montzwell.html 

Petrified Forest http://www.nps.gov/pefo/index.htm [A warning to treasure hunters - leave this 'petrified wood' where it once stood proudly as trees.]

Tuzigoot: http://www.nps.gov/tuzi/index.htm

Montezuma Castle: http://www.nps.gov/moca/index.htm

Shoofly Ruins: http://www.matrixbookstore.biz/shoofly_ruins.htm

San Franciscan Peaks: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/San_Francisco_Peaks [Ed: for more on the Franciscan Orders go to these links - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Franciscan#Official_websites_of_the_three_branches_of_First_Order. There are many more describing bands of true Samaritans.]

Wupatki: http://www.nps.gov/Wupa/index.htm

Hole in the Rock, Papago Park, Phoenix: http://www.delange.org/HoleInRock/HoleRock.htm [In Hopi dialect papago = telescope - Ed.] and http://www.ci.phoenix.az.us/PARKS/hikepapa.html

Tonto Natural Bridge: http://azstateparks.com/Parks/TONA/index.html [I got hungry once and a la Bear Grills i remembered a tip i had learnt in the Army. Wherever hogs have been rooting up the ground dig for food. At Tonto there are javalina running wild and they are forever 'truffle hunting'. The truffles would look good on any platter anywhere in the world and cost a fortune. Just ask Gordon Ramsay - he promises not to say the 'F' word. 'Food'. I ate well the day i followed the javalina, and that night i ate 'barbeque' (BBQ pork from a deli in Payson) in homemade truffle oil. For more on Gordon: http://www.gordonramsay.com/]

Canyon de Chelly:http://www.nps.gov/cach/index.htm

McFarland http://azstateparks.com/Parks/MCFA/index.html [Ed: for more on Florence (Firenze) see 'Tuscany Painting Tour' in hogproductions.]

Newark Octagon: www.jqjacobs.net/archaeo/octagon.html and http://www.celticnz.co.nz/octaone.html.

Jerome: http://azstateparks.com/Parks/JERO/index.html

Circlestone: http://www.delange.org/Circlestone/Circlestone.htm

Arizona Meteor Crater: http://www.meteorcrater.com/ [Imagine 'standing on a corner in Winslow Arizona when this beauty came in...Anway hungry visits at the crater can get Subway. You might need some food with the aftershocks.]

Hubbell Trading Post: http://www.nps.gov/hutr/photosmultimedia/index.htm?eid=341430&root_aId=435#e_341430

Los Muertos, Tempe, near Phoenix (North American equivalent of Hyperborean shrine between Mts Ossa and Olympus in Greece). Apart from celebrating the Festival of Los Muertos, they have some interesting archaeological digs going on here and already some interesting stories have been discovered: www.books.google.co.nz/books?isbn=0520084683...

Organ Pipes Cactus: http://www.nps.gov/orpi/index.htm [This is classic Tohono o'Odham country - the best part of it was taken for the Barry Goldwater Bombing Range. There is a close correlation between these people and 'the language of the fingertips'. For Odham' read 'Ogham' - for the fullest explanation i have found of the finger language read Robert Grave's 'The White Goddess' - this is the absolute 101 course for dedicated treasure hunters.]

Sunset Crater http://www.nps.gov/sucr/index.htm [i 'salted' several pieces of pounamu and other semi-precious stones all around this park - i may get charged for 'litterin'' like Arlo Guthrie... but them is the breaks!

Another Ed note: more important Palaeoarcheological sites in this treasure hunt to be added here - watching Manchester United v Manchester City Derby 'football is the winner' - 4-3 to United.]
inanga > A treasure hunt must start somewhere...

...and this one starts at the junction of Highway 60 and Peralta Road. The Peraltas... more of them later. But you have to get to Peralta Road somehow. If you look at the map above you will see a couple of auto hires to the right of Super 8 Apache Junction. The Egyptian, familiar with the language of the fingertips (although his trees were northern hemisphere/southern hemisphere arse about face) thought that Superstition Ford sounded like the go as he associated it with Idho, the yew - go to The irenicon in hogproductions to learn more about this language. You want the gold, learn the lingo (vernacular) of the treasure hunters.

The Egyptian and the Fool (me) now in a Japanese hire from Superstition Ford - hey there's nothing wrong with Enterprise, but the Mexican had taught me the lesson of the 180 degree flip. He knew Superstition Harley-Davidson was nearby but my fake licence wouldn't do any good there. He was familiar with bikes, and me a little chicken.

The Egyptian dropped a bombshell.

'Do you know the Clown?'

'Shite yeah', Gerry the German Mushroom King. Is he here?'

'With the Mexican back up on van Buren. Must be time for tortillas'.

The idea of hot tortillas excited my tastes buds, but i was more in neural overload at the prospect of meeting the Clown. He knew more about Terence McKenna than any shaman i ever knew.

PS i hope Javier Bardem doesn't visit me with a high-pressure fire extinguisher for publishing the Mexican's comment above. i'm sorry...
inanga > Stained-glass window 3-D

MNEMOSYNE: MEMORY

"If strange things happen
       where she is
So that men say that graves
       open
And the dead walk, or that
       futurity
Becomes a womb, and the
       unborn are shed -
Such portents are not to be
       wondered at
Being tourbillions in Time made
By the strong pulling of her
       bladed mind
Through that ever-reluctant
       element.'

Robert Graves - and he reckons he's not a poet by calling. He certainly made the goddess appear in this photo!

courtesy of Picasa 3, SmugMug, Google and Mozilla Firefox 2009

inanga
inanga > Storytelling 101:2

Little Gwion's Riddle Solved

My copy of 'The White Goddess' generally mistreated and held together with No 8 fencing wire... but not before i read it several times... and then again several times.

And so it is in 'The Spoils of Annwn (Preiddeu Annwn)', the work of 'Little' Gwion Bach:

'Praise to the Lord, Supreme Ruler of the Heavens,
Who hath extended his dominion to the shore of the world.
Complete was the prison of Gwair in Caer Sidi
Through the spite of Pwyll and Pryderi.
No one before him went into it;
A heavy blue chain firmly held the youth,
And for the spoils of Annwn gloomily he sings,
And till doom shall he continue his lay.
Thrice the fullness of Prydwen we went into it;
Except seven, none returned from Caer Sidi.

Am I not a candidate for fame, to be heard in the song?
In Caer Pedryvan four times revolving,
The first word from the cauldron, when was it spoken?
By the breath of nine damsels it is gently warmed.
Is it not the cauldron of the chief of Annwn, in its fashion
With a ridge around its edge of pearls?
It will not boil the food of a coward or one forsworn,
A sword bright flashing to him will be brought,
And left in the hands of Lleminawg,
And before the portals of the cold place the horns of light shall be burning.
And when we went with Arthur in his splendid labours,
Except seven, none returned from Caer Vediwid.

Am I not a candidate for fame, to be heard in the song?
In the four-cornered enclosure, in the island of the strong door,
Where the twilight and the black of night move together,
Bright wine was the beverage of the host.
Three times the fulness of Prydwen, we went on sea,
Except seven, none returned from Caer Rigor.

I will not allow praise the lords of literature.
Beyond Caer Wydr they behold not the prowress of Arthur.
Three times twenty-hundred men stood on the wall.
It was difficult to converse with their sentinal.
Three times the fulness of Prydwen, we went with Arthur.
Except seven, none returned from Caer Colur.

I will not allow praise to the men with trailing shields.
They know not on what day, or who caused it,
Or at what hour of the splendid day Cwy was born,
Or who prevented him from going to the dales of Devwy.
They know not the brindled ox, his thick head band,
And seven-score knobs in his collar.
And when we went with Arthur of mournful memory,
Except seven, none returned from Caer Vandwy.

I will not allow praise to men of drooping courage,
They know not on what day the chief arose,
Or at what hour in the splendid day the owner was born;
Or what animal they keep of silver head.
When we went with Arthur of mournful contention,
Except seven, none returned from Caer Ochren.

'Little' Gwion Bach
The Headless Man

i desperately wanted to get back into collage and this is an attempt at getting back into it. i have been preoccupied with getting on with tweaking this website so it is more accessible (and as such have neglected writing more of the Superstitions game). i'll be back to it shortly - following the ground on Google Earth has been a journey in itself.

In honor of the Hopi Fire Clan, Keepers of the Tablet [above] i have left the The Second Sacred Kete [Basket of Knowledge] of Kiwa and Hotu Matua here:

'THE KETE OF KIWA AND HOTU MATUA

WE ARE BORN OF DIFFERENT COLOURS

WHERE DO WE ENTER THE CIRCLE OF LIFE? Our ancestors moved with the Gods and touched the distant stars to bring light to the darkness and wisdom of the Kete of Knowledge. Before all else we honour them, the oldest ones, the tupuna who have gone before us, those who departed so long ago. And while we leave their names in the shadows, we go forward in their strength and wairua [spirit].

We begin our Histories with their children, with Kiwa and Hotu Matua, who were born of different tides and crossed strange waters to find each other.

'And Kiwa brought his people to a new home'

Kiwa sailed out of the east to explore the waters under the star of Rehua. He looked on the vastness of the surging ocean and his heart responded to the restless spirit of Tangaroa. And he voyaged towards the setting Sun where the lands beyond the horizon whispered his name.

We are Uru Kehu [of Lake Titicaca] and Kiwa was our first Pae Arahi, our great Trail Maker. And although he sailed to many beautiful islands, his mind kept returning to one, and only one. Waitangi Ki Roto, the island of 'Weeping waters', held him in its thrall for it drew the Long Tides to its shores and was favoured by winds that filled the great sail of his waka. There our Uru Kehu people made their home.

Then Kiwa urged us to join our strength to his courageous heart, and he sailed again and again to chart islands seen today, and some that are no more. While few men did more than Kiwa to mark the sea trails, one woman did as much, and she stands beside him in the songs of the tides.

'Hotu Matua crossed the oceans on a great quest for the Cord of Life'

As Kiwa left the eastern shores of the great ocean to begin his voyages of discovery, another brave spirit set sail from the other side. We speak of our ancestress Hotu Matua who journeyed out of the west [from the Chatham Islands] in a swift double waka. As Supreme Ariki of our Maoriori people, she commanded many vessels, and said to her captains...

'Haere ki Te Pito Te Whenua, whakato ai nga rakau mana... Go forth and find the Sacred Birthing Cord of the world.'

Her quest was for the very centre of the being of Papatuanuku. Her captains sailed towards the rising Sun, and she followed in Ngatoki Mata Whaorua, and after nights beyond recall reached Waitangi Ki Roto [Easter Island]. And she knew her search was over.

Kiwa came to this island for its place in the weave of tide and wind because it anchored the life line of the Earth Mother. Then tide, wind and wairua bound these great navigators to the land, the oceans and each other, for they joined to make Uru Kehu and Maoriori one.

Kiwa and Hotu Matua were the balance of life; contrasting spirits joined in harmony. He was short and fair skinned, while she was tall and dark; his hair was fired by the colours of the Sun and hers the browns of the earth. To meet, they sailed the Line of Life joining east and west; Kiwa from the light of the rising Sun, the promise of creation and renewal; Hotu Matua out of the setting Sun, the end of all. They are the wholeness of our world, our beginning and our end.

'Hotu Matua became Te Kupenga o Te Ao in southern waters'

Hine Moana, Mother of the Seas, guards us on the waves and we honour her by following the ways set down in ancient days. Hotu Matua knew she had to take another name when her waka left the warm waters of the Giant Turtle and travelled with the White Whale. She became Te Kupenga o Te Ao, the 'Net of the World', the great navigator who added many islands to the kete of the sea trails. So Hotu matua is also the one we know as Te Kupenga, the explorer whose name reaches to every shore, even to the waters of the Old Tides and the islands of the Double Sea.

In later days, the ten children born to Te Kupenga and Kiwa braved the deeps and rode the Long Tides to defy the Octopus (Mu Torere) and discover distant lands. And they sailed in the mana of their mother. And when they went ashore, they took her name with them and gave it to many headlands and bays to honour her courage and vision.

'He koha kia tatou... it was her gift to us'.

Although we come to the end of the first of our Histories, we know it is only the beginning, for the world turns and truth emerges in the light of the flames.'

from 'Song of Waitaha: The Histories of a Nation', being the teachings of Iharaira Te Meihana, Wiremu Ruka Te Korako, Taare Reweti Te Maiharoa, Perenara Hone Hare, Heremia Te Wake and Renata Kauere, Tohangamaramatangi o Te Waitaha [Enlightened Teachers of Waitaha]
inanga > The Headless Man

i desperately wanted to get back into collage and this is an attempt at getting back into it. i have been preoccupied with getting on with tweaking this website so it is more accessible (and as such have neglected writing more of the Superstitions game). i'll be back to it shortly - following the ground on Google Earth has been a journey in itself.

In honor of the Hopi Fire Clan, Keepers of the Tablet [above] i have left the The Second Sacred Kete [Basket of Knowledge] of Kiwa and Hotu Matua here:

'THE KETE OF KIWA AND HOTU MATUA

WE ARE BORN OF DIFFERENT COLOURS

WHERE DO WE ENTER THE CIRCLE OF LIFE? Our ancestors moved with the Gods and touched the distant stars to bring light to the darkness and wisdom of the Kete of Knowledge. Before all else we honour them, the oldest ones, the tupuna who have gone before us, those who departed so long ago. And while we leave their names in the shadows, we go forward in their strength and wairua [spirit].

We begin our Histories with their children, with Kiwa and Hotu Matua, who were born of different tides and crossed strange waters to find each other.

'And Kiwa brought his people to a new home'

Kiwa sailed out of the east to explore the waters under the star of Rehua. He looked on the vastness of the surging ocean and his heart responded to the restless spirit of Tangaroa. And he voyaged towards the setting Sun where the lands beyond the horizon whispered his name.

We are Uru Kehu [of Lake Titicaca] and Kiwa was our first Pae Arahi, our great Trail Maker. And although he sailed to many beautiful islands, his mind kept returning to one, and only one. Waitangi Ki Roto, the island of 'Weeping waters', held him in its thrall for it drew the Long Tides to its shores and was favoured by winds that filled the great sail of his waka. There our Uru Kehu people made their home.

Then Kiwa urged us to join our strength to his courageous heart, and he sailed again and again to chart islands seen today, and some that are no more. While few men did more than Kiwa to mark the sea trails, one woman did as much, and she stands beside him in the songs of the tides.

'Hotu Matua crossed the oceans on a great quest for the Cord of Life'

As Kiwa left the eastern shores of the great ocean to begin his voyages of discovery, another brave spirit set sail from the other side. We speak of our ancestress Hotu Matua who journeyed out of the west [from the Chatham Islands] in a swift double waka. As Supreme Ariki of our Maoriori people, she commanded many vessels, and said to her captains...

'Haere ki Te Pito Te Whenua, whakato ai nga rakau mana... Go forth and find the Sacred Birthing Cord of the world.'

Her quest was for the very centre of the being of Papatuanuku. Her captains sailed towards the rising Sun, and she followed in Ngatoki Mata Whaorua, and after nights beyond recall reached Waitangi Ki Roto [Easter Island]. And she knew her search was over.

Kiwa came to this island for its place in the weave of tide and wind because it anchored the life line of the Earth Mother. Then tide, wind and wairua bound these great navigators to the land, the oceans and each other, for they joined to make Uru Kehu and Maoriori one.

Kiwa and Hotu Matua were the balance of life; contrasting spirits joined in harmony. He was short and fair skinned, while she was tall and dark; his hair was fired by the colours of the Sun and hers the browns of the earth. To meet, they sailed the Line of Life joining east and west; Kiwa from the light of the rising Sun, the promise of creation and renewal; Hotu Matua out of the setting Sun, the end of all. They are the wholeness of our world, our beginning and our end.

'Hotu Matua became Te Kupenga o Te Ao in southern waters'

Hine Moana, Mother of the Seas, guards us on the waves and we honour her by following the ways set down in ancient days. Hotu Matua knew she had to take another name when her waka left the warm waters of the Giant Turtle and travelled with the White Whale. She became Te Kupenga o Te Ao, the 'Net of the World', the great navigator who added many islands to the kete of the sea trails. So Hotu matua is also the one we know as Te Kupenga, the explorer whose name reaches to every shore, even to the waters of the Old Tides and the islands of the Double Sea.

In later days, the ten children born to Te Kupenga and Kiwa braved the deeps and rode the Long Tides to defy the Octopus (Mu Torere) and discover distant lands. And they sailed in the mana of their mother. And when they went ashore, they took her name with them and gave it to many headlands and bays to honour her courage and vision.

'He koha kia tatou... it was her gift to us'.

Although we come to the end of the first of our Histories, we know it is only the beginning, for the world turns and truth emerges in the light of the flames.'

from 'Song of Waitaha: The Histories of a Nation', being the teachings of Iharaira Te Meihana, Wiremu Ruka Te Korako, Taare Reweti Te Maiharoa, Perenara Hone Hare, Heremia Te Wake and Renata Kauere, Tohangamaramatangi o Te Waitaha [Enlightened Teachers of Waitaha]
The Headless Man

i desperately wanted to get back into collage and this is an attempt at getting back into it. i have been preoccupied with getting on with tweaking this website so it is more accessible (and as such have neglected writing more of the Superstitions game). i'll be back to it shortly - following the ground on Google Earth has been a journey in itself.

In honor of the Hopi Fire Clan, Keepers of the Tablet [above] i have left the The Second Sacred Kete [Basket of Knowledge] of Kiwa and Hotu Matua here:

'THE KETE OF KIWA AND HOTU MATUA

WE ARE BORN OF DIFFERENT COLOURS

WHERE DO WE ENTER THE CIRCLE OF LIFE? Our ancestors moved with the Gods and touched the distant stars to bring light to the darkness and wisdom of the Kete of Knowledge. Before all else we honour them, the oldest ones, the tupuna who have gone before us, those who departed so long ago. And while we leave their names in the shadows, we go forward in their strength and wairua [spirit].

We begin our Histories with their children, with Kiwa and Hotu Matua, who were born of different tides and crossed strange waters to find each other.

'And Kiwa brought his people to a new home'

Kiwa sailed out of the east to explore the waters under the star of Rehua. He looked on the vastness of the surging ocean and his heart responded to the restless spirit of Tangaroa. And he voyaged towards the setting Sun where the lands beyond the horizon whispered his name.

We are Uru Kehu [of Lake Titicaca] and Kiwa was our first Pae Arahi, our great Trail Maker. And although he sailed to many beautiful islands, his mind kept returning to one, and only one. Waitangi Ki Roto, the island of 'Weeping waters', held him in its thrall for it drew the Long Tides to its shores and was favoured by winds that filled the great sail of his waka. There our Uru Kehu people made their home.

Then Kiwa urged us to join our strength to his courageous heart, and he sailed again and again to chart islands seen today, and some that are no more. While few men did more than Kiwa to mark the sea trails, one woman did as much, and she stands beside him in the songs of the tides.

'Hotu Matua crossed the oceans on a great quest for the Cord of Life'

As Kiwa left the eastern shores of the great ocean to begin his voyages of discovery, another brave spirit set sail from the other side. We speak of our ancestress Hotu Matua who journeyed out of the west [from the Chatham Islands] in a swift double waka. As Supreme Ariki of our Maoriori people, she commanded many vessels, and said to her captains...

'Haere ki Te Pito Te Whenua, whakato ai nga rakau mana... Go forth and find the Sacred Birthing Cord of the world.'

Her quest was for the very centre of the being of Papatuanuku. Her captains sailed towards the rising Sun, and she followed in Ngatoki Mata Whaorua, and after nights beyond recall reached Waitangi Ki Roto [Easter Island]. And she knew her search was over.

Kiwa came to this island for its place in the weave of tide and wind because it anchored the life line of the Earth Mother. Then tide, wind and wairua bound these great navigators to the land, the oceans and each other, for they joined to make Uru Kehu and Maoriori one.

Kiwa and Hotu Matua were the balance of life; contrasting spirits joined in harmony. He was short and fair skinned, while she was tall and dark; his hair was fired by the colours of the Sun and hers the browns of the earth. To meet, they sailed the Line of Life joining east and west; Kiwa from the light of the rising Sun, the promise of creation and renewal; Hotu Matua out of the setting Sun, the end of all. They are the wholeness of our world, our beginning and our end.

'Hotu Matua became Te Kupenga o Te Ao in southern waters'

Hine Moana, Mother of the Seas, guards us on the waves and we honour her by following the ways set down in ancient days. Hotu Matua knew she had to take another name when her waka left the warm waters of the Giant Turtle and travelled with the White Whale. She became Te Kupenga o Te Ao, the 'Net of the World', the great navigator who added many islands to the kete of the sea trails. So Hotu matua is also the one we know as Te Kupenga, the explorer whose name reaches to every shore, even to the waters of the Old Tides and the islands of the Double Sea.

In later days, the ten children born to Te Kupenga and Kiwa braved the deeps and rode the Long Tides to defy the Octopus (Mu Torere) and discover distant lands. And they sailed in the mana of their mother. And when they went ashore, they took her name with them and gave it to many headlands and bays to honour her courage and vision.

'He koha kia tatou... it was her gift to us'.

Although we come to the end of the first of our Histories, we know it is only the beginning, for the world turns and truth emerges in the light of the flames.'

from 'Song of Waitaha: The Histories of a Nation', being the teachings of Iharaira Te Meihana, Wiremu Ruka Te Korako, Taare Reweti Te Maiharoa, Perenara Hone Hare, Heremia Te Wake and Renata Kauere, Tohangamaramatangi o Te Waitaha [Enlightened Teachers of Waitaha]
See photo in original gallery.

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