Sacred Spirit
Papatuanuku the feminine mother earth. Birthed from a chaotic universe of life forever expanding and evolving beyond our sight.​
The spiritual world of Maoridom threads life through these beginnings in an infinite parallel of levels according to creation.
Knowledge of the Sacred Spirit
Memory draws on sensory rituals and customs of old knowledge as a tribe to reach this universe beyond Poutama.
We inhale with the last breath of life that guides us to journey back through the spirit world Hawaiiki-nui our dimensional home in the universe.
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The human body is accepted back as a vessel of wakahuia to the land
The way between worlds opens to the body's sacred spirit with rituals and customs practised within our wharenui.
We separate our tears from the journey of the soul returning to our spiritual homelands to join family on the other side.
Living entities with sacred spirit
The wharenui are named after great chieftain spirits of Maori. Rafters symbolic of a chief's ribcage represent the house and the chief as one.
Sacred pounamu cloaks and bone taonga bonded with the wharenui are unpacked and displayed for all to see on great occasions.
The Karanga calls to the spirit of the house
The high-pitched call of a female voice followed behind by male baritones of whakapapa weave a vocal picture to other entities on our earth.
The carvings and weaving along the walls of the wharenui swirl as the karanga begins. This dimension of spirit calling stirs the afterlife into action as wairua rises into the present.
Tukutuku dance to the beat of another time
The kuia weave their old symbols through the patterned geometrics on the wharenui walls. Photos are placed in order of rank and blood to the occasion so their dead are remembered first from many.
Women weave the whariki we sit on
The tekoteko we lean against
The korowai that warms our soul
And the pathway to immortality for the tribe.
The Church of Awahou
The old church and the new church built by the families hold sacred vows for Rangiwewehi.
Here we acknowledge our faith in life as one tribe at peace. The wars of old left buried beneath the family pews.
We mix our cultural practises in church bending the rules of european influence on our own lands.
Jacob's Ladder the journey to find the sacred steps
This is what the speaker seeks in his redition to the people around him.
Like notches in a walking stick men recite their whakapapa and that of the tribe as their tones rise up the steps of Poutama.
We seek the mana to open the door
When the land can speak through sacred vessels the boundaries of past present and future are removed for a moment in time. ​
When korero from the mana of whenua speaks on the paepae whakapapa swirls around the walls of the wharenui.
