I’ve often wondered what it would be like to live my life all over again and make different decisions with the foreknowledge of what my life would look like if I had ‘turned left’ instead of right. I’ve fantasized about transplanting my present moment consciousness into a younger age with the full wisdom and personal …
In 1990 Cyril Christo travelled to Hotevilla, in the Arizona desert where the last of the traditional Hopi Mesas are. The people that have lived there for hundreds of generations have not known war, they are farmers who live in deep connection with the land they have occupied for millennia. Christo had the chance to …
Rahm’s mother I tapped the table with her fingers then focused on me intently. “A woman’s power lies in her womb.” She said. Her tone was gentle, but strong, and in my state of being I was completely entranced. “Her womb is a sacred site on her body. If someone enters this sacred site without …
Climbing into the back of Erin’s van, I marvelled at the decorative style that he had created. Batik sarongs, psychedelic hangings over a carpeted interior wall lining, kept me warm as I lay on his mattress. Bundles of his clothes sat to my right with Kristen and my backpacks on my left. I had chosen …
The connection between Kirsten and I blossomed, and our intimacy took on a fearlessness that only deep trust in one another could allow. She was an English Rose, her skin tanned by the Australian sun, her mind open to all possibilities that presented themselves even if they took her out of her comfort zone. Her …
Leaving Port Douglas in early November 1997, I wondered if my life could become any more interesting. My time there felt like a waking dream. Reality seemed malleable, a thought or feeling able to change an experience in any given moment, and it often did, instantly. Port Douglas was a playground for me in 1997, …
I lived in Byron Bay on two separate occasions in 1997. Firstly, in the winter of that year for around two weeks, and then for another six weeks later in the year. The Byron region would be instrumental for me as I made enormous shifts in conscious awareness and gained a greater understanding of the …
In the mid-1990s, I was moving between Dunedin to the Tasman Valley to work, and in the late summer of 1995, I met someone who would become a mentor to me during the initial phases of my spiritual awakening. James Smith’s greatest gift to me was his sense of humour. This beautiful Maori man was …
I had no intention of practicing the CE5 protocols when I went to Wright’s Hill in Karori that Friday night. The plant medicine I had taken had elevated my mood, and I felt buoyant and mischievous as I drove up into the ranges. Arriving at my destination, I got out of my car giggling as …
When the country of my birth, Aotearoa/New Zealand lifted its four week house arrest (to stop everyone getting the flu) in May 2020, I was guided by my work colleague to check out Dr. Steven Greer’s latest documentary, Close Encounters of the Fifth Kind: Contact Has Begun. Dr. Greer’s push for disclosure along with the …