Rangiwewehi
If you are not Rangiwewehi you will never find us in the shelter of our island beneath Mokoia. This was the echoing chant of the old peoples stolen from the Island.
Afterlife. The woven karakia of female gated vocal entry to Hinenui te Po. Who to appease and who to abstain is business of old carvings imbedded with swirling chants and weaves. A history hidden with old practises by those rangatira long buried.
The first gate, Te Papakainga, the families land. Te kaupapa o te whenua, the customs of awakening the land. The first step, innocence followed by Paipera Tapu, the sacred books and the new way through psalms to the world of Rangiwewehi old.
The second gate, comes through the kowhaiwhai above Te Paepae. It is the sound of familiar bloodlines and memories weaving humble passage to sweep open the eye of Tama Te Kapua.
The third gate opens for mana whenua, the hapu and iwi most present during the ceremony, Their living presence the breath needed to complete the action of combining past present and future in the moment. Awakening the mountain with karakia.
The burning of the old wharekai was a night to remember as a childhood memory. Hidden in the old wood the old ways hence buried making way for the new on whenua across the awa of Awahou.
