Long ago a Native American friend, Mary Thunder, called and asked if she had permission to bring a Maori by the name of Mac Ruka to my house. He wanted to speak with me. She said he was considered the spiritual head of the Maori and that he had journeyed all the way from New Zealand to invite me to his land, which he called Aotearoa.
I told the story in my last book, Living in the Heart, but didn't give it as much attention as it deserved. I didn't realize at the time who this man was, and how important his lineage was to the ascension of the human race. Mac asked that I visit New Zealand, saying that more would be revealed then. But the trip proved impossible as life unfolded, until 2007. Unfortunately, Mac died in the late 90s, and I never was able to meet with him again.
Mac was involved in the creation of the book The Song of the Waitaha and other books about the Waitaha. It is my understanding that he was also behind the writing of the movie The Whale Rider, which won so many international awards.
I met Mac in 1994, but now, thirteen years later, I decided that I should go to New Zealand to make good on my agreement to someday visit his tribe. Diane and I planned to go there with another world circle, this time of fifty-five people from nineteen countries.
The way it came into my consciousness to actually make this trip was interesting. A copy of The Song of the Waitaha by Barry Brailsford of New Zealand had been given to me. While reading this book, I realized that the Waitaha were speaking about the very way of Dreaming from the Heart that I was experiencing in my life and that I had written about in Living in the Heart. It was a way of dreaming that actually changed the outer world that we walk around within.
I discovered while researching my book that almost nothing was written about the Dreaming from the Heart or the Sacred Space of the Heart, except the Upanishads from ancient India and the small book connected to the Jewish Torah called The Secret Cavern of the Heart. Other than these two books, all teachings that I am aware of on this subject have always been contained in oral traditions. Both books were ancient, but here from New Zealand was a new book describing this experience in detail and from an ancient native tribe called the Waitaha, the Water Bearers.
In their own words, the Waitaha were native people that are considered Maori, but from their way of seeing, they were actually much older—reaching back into the time of Mu or Lemuria 60,000 plus years ago. Actually, I believe that 60,000 years ago was the end of Lemuria and that the beginning of the Waitaha lineage could be extended to 130,000 years ago. They realize that they cannot prove this statement with science, but within their own oral stories and songs, this knowing is alive.
I was intrigued. And, as the angels guide my life, a few years ago, right after reading The Song of the Waitaha, I traveled to Switzerland to visit with a man named Shin Shiva, a guru teaching Kundalini. While eating lunch with him in his home, I mentioned the Waitaha, as the content of this book was still moving through my mind.
Shin looked at me with surprise and then told one of his disciples to bring Ojasvin to the room. A few minutes later, a young handsome man with dark skin and black hair quietly entered the room. His presence was elegant.
“You mentioned the Waitaha, and here standing in your presence, I introduce to you Ojasvin,” Shin said. “He is Waitaha.”
Ojasvin gave me a warm, slow hug, and we began to converse. Within minutes he was crying, saying to me, “I haven't found anyone outside my tribe that understands the Dreaming of the Heart. It is so good to know you.”
We talked for some time, and then I left for France where I was to give a workshop. But I never forgot this man. This I remember to be 2003.
As this journey to Aotearoa began to take shape, the angels said that I would learn much on this journey and that what I would learn must be part of this book I am writing. In fact, to leave it out would be to never disclose the whole truth about the Serpent of Light, for the Waitaha hold the secret piece to the world ascension process. They hold it in their DNA.
I invited Ojasvin—his Waitaha name is Kingi—to come with us, as the angels said he would be “invaluable to bridge across the world of the heart to the world of the mind.” Kingi accepted his Waitaha name for this journey and did become an invaluable light to this whole group.
Though we were invited to New Zealand by Mac Ruka, we received another invitation, which erased all doubt that we were meant to be there and involved in traditional ceremony. The queen of the Maori, Teahairangi Ka-ahu, which means “the Dawn Light who Opens the Way to the Heavens,” personally invited us to her beautiful islands, which all Maoris know as Aotearoa.
Only two weeks later, she died. But her son took over and allowed our group to continue.
The burial of Queen Teahairangi Ka-ahu became a national event televised throughout New Zealand. Her holy passing brought the nation together as one. Befitting her status, her traditional burial included moving her by a boat, called a “Waka”—a handmade, hand-carved boat capable of traversing the Pacific Ocean at speeds of up to thirty-five knots—slowly downstream to her resting place on the side of a sacred mountain by this river.
I would like to bless her in these writings with the love in our hearts, and I wish her a safe passage into the higher worlds.
We all first met each other in Auckland, as the silver birds from the four winds slowly delivered each of us to this one location. Such beautiful faces, open and ready for whatever may come! And such courage! We looked into each other's eyes and knew that something incredible was about to happen, but I don't think any of us knew just how deep this experience was going to be.
Besides the people on the journey, there were many authors, spiritual investigators, archeologists, and tour leaders working behind the scenes helping to bring this world group into the remote world of the native peoples. Most people on this journey had no idea what kind of planning it took to arrange this, and for that matter neither did I. But I knew that without the help of the New Zealand community, our journey would have been only an ordinary tourist trip.
Two Maori were assigned to be our guides and to stay with us as we moved about the country. Little did we know who they really were. One was a Maori grandmother named Makuini Ruth Tai. She asked us to call her Ruth, and we all very quickly brought her into our hearts. The other guide was a Maori man named Herini. He embodied the male Maori principles that have thrived on the islands for thousands of years, and his guidance into the Maori world was impeccable and necessary.
By the time our journey was complete, these two Maori had shown us the heart of the Maori pathway, as they helped us to understand and live an ancient way that is a long lost memory to most of the world's population.
Thank you both for being alive.
Carving that shows traditional tattoo patterns
On the second night, we arrived in the heart of a green, hilly valley. It was warm and inviting, as children, dogs, and young men ran to our bus to see who had come from all over the world to this tiny isolated spot deep within a small island separating Antarctica from the rest of the Pacific Ocean.
We were as curious as they were as to what was about to happen. They told us later they had never seen so many people, especially from so many different countries. And we had never seen anyone that looked like them. From ancient times, the Waitaha have tattooed their faces and bodies, creating images of both beauty and fear. To meet them on the street would cause most people to try to protect themselves, but if you meet them in the heart, theirs is a beauty that rivals even the lotus flowers.
We unloaded our pretentious and never-ending baggage beside the bus and removed the bus from the holy ground. Within minutes the sacred ceremony began.
Ruth asked all of the oldest women to line up with her in the front, with the younger females behind them, and finally the men behind them in the last row. We waited in silence.
Six grandmothers dressed in waterlike blue shawls made a straight line on the steps of the long-house, the traditional place where the Waitaha and the Maori would sleep and dream together. Whenever two or more tribes came together, they would meet each other in strict protocol based on thousands of years of tradition. The entire ceremony would continue under these laws until the different tribes were merged and they became one. At that moment, we all would become Waitaha.
The grandmothers began to sing in Waitaha a song of welcome, their voices loud and reaching the hills behind us. Then the Maori grandmother Ruth and the women of our group sang back to them in Maori the response that is necessary to fulfill the tradition. We had been trained by Ruth on the bus as we drove to this valley. The singing would move back and forth between the grandmothers as they slowly moved closer and closer to each other.
With this part of the tradition complete, we flowed like water into the long-house for the next stage of the ceremony. The Waitaha carefully placed us in specific prearranged places within the long-house. Then the Waitaha men spoke to us first, mostly in Waitaha but sometimes in English, speaking from their hearts. After each man spoke, he would sing us a song or play music from one of their instruments. It was their way. When someone spoke from their mind, they rephrased what was said by putting their intensions into music from their heart. It was beautiful.
Since I was considered the chief of my “tribe from nineteen countries,” I was asked to speak to the elders and the group. But before I did, I asked permission for Kingi to be by my side. I would speak to them, but I wanted him to sing to them in Waitaha to more deeply reach their hearts.
I remember saying to them that they were the original people of planet Earth, coming from Lemuria, and that within their memories, knowledge, and ancient DNA, were the secrets to healing the Earth and enabling mankind to continue to higher levels of consciousness. I knew also that the Dreaming from the Heart was the true secret to man's ascension, and no one alive understood this better than the Waitaha, not even the Kogi Mamos of Columbia.
Unknowing, modern man is walking around “inside” of his mind, thinking that the stars and planets are “outside” of himself. But this is all an illusion. In truth, according to the Waitaha and the Kogi, there is nothing in the external world whatsoever. It is all simply a hologram that our mind is creating. After all, any scientist knows that our only proof that the stars and the planets actually exist is based upon the electrical impulses within our brain and body, our five senses. But sensing does not prove that anything exists; it actually proves nothing.
The Waitaha believe—and so do many other indigenous races, including the ancient Hindus, who call the reality “Maya,” meaning illusion or “not true”—that the outer reality is not real. Reality to them exists only within the heart and specifically within a sacred space within the heart, not the mind. I realize this is very hard to believe, let alone understand, but if the Waitaha are right, soon we will know the truth.
I was beginning to realize that the Serpent of Light that was beaming its powerful rays out from Chile over South America was also beaming out from high in the Andes Mountains across the Pacific Ocean to these original people. I realized this as I spoke to them, looking into their eyes, and it took my breath away. It completely changed my understanding of what was happening in the world with this powerful Earth Kundalini energy.
Mother Earth is so intelligent. She placed her spiritually awaking energy in exactly the right location to have maximum effect on all of her people.
When I finished talking, Kingi sang to the Waitaha in their own language with the intention that I had spoken. Kingi is a master translator and one beautiful singer.
This way of being and perceiving began little by little to change our Western mind-sets and soften our hearts to experience another culture in a direct and intimate manner. We began to melt and turn into little children.
With the words exchanged, we moved to the next part of the ceremony, where each person in our group (or tribe, as the Waitaha saw us) greeted each person in their tribe—men, women, and children—with the Maori greeting of touching their foreheads and noses together and breathing together. It is called the Hongi.
After each person of each tribe has greeted the other, it is traditional to eat a meal together as one big family. So we moved to a kitchen area, where the Waitaha had created a beautiful meal for us. We all shuffled ourselves up to meet each other, pray, eat our meal, and, in Waitaha style, sing songs, play music, and dance throughout the meal. It was more like a party than a ceremony.
Drunvalo and Kingi performing hongi
As the day was quickly fading, we set up beds, about eighty of them in straight lines against the walls, and prepared to go to sleep. It is Waitaha tradition that after two tribes meet, they sleep together. They also dream together, which is the key to the ceremony. Dreaming to the Waitaha is more that just a vision one has at night. It is the future reality, if it is dreamed in ceremony.
After two tribes have performed their ceremony, exchanged words, breathed together, and slept and dreamed together, they are one family. The Waitaha Ruka family accepted us as an intimate part of their family, and from that moment on, we were all Waitaha. It was beautiful, and it was a high honor.
I have to admit that I had expectations about what was going to happen in the collective dream state. I was very excited to go to sleep thinking that something incredible was going to happen. But it didn't happen that way, at least not for me. It felt like I laid my head down on the pillow and woke up only a few minutes later.
It was not until much later that day, when I was speaking with Mac's older brother Barney, that I realized the collective dream was manifesting. Wait a little and you will understand.
As the morning sun took us all out of the internal dreaming into the dreaming we call reality, bodies slowly began to emerge from under blankets and sleeping bags. Children ran through the house, men and women began their dance of life, and grandmothers and grandfathers set the energy for the day. This was to be a day of sharing knowledge and experience.
Grandfather Barney Ruka asked me to come with him alone into an open field. He wanted to speak to me in private. For almost an hour Barney gave me secret knowledge of the Waitaha that when (and if, of course) the Waitaha prophecy manifests, it will change the world forever.
Mac had given me some of this information when we had met years before. Now it was vastly expanded, and I realized that what was to unfold on this journey was of great relevance to the Serpent of Light and its Kundalini energy radiating out into the world. While Grandfather Barney didn't know what was being written in these pages, his words revealed great knowledge of the original histories and of the Precession of the Equinox. He filled in the missing pieces with precision. And at that moment, Grandfather Barney asked me to swear to secrecy my knowledge of the Waitaha prophecy until the right time.
Suddenly, everything began to click into place. I could see the bigger picture, and yet I am not allowed to speak about everything quite yet. I will tell you what I can, but according to Grandfather Barney, the Waitaha prophecy predicts a pivotal moment in history on August 15, 2009. This event may or may not be known publicly, but it will be the beginning of a new human dream, a dream almost identical to the Mayan belief that the heavens will open and our brothers and sisters of the universe will reveal themselves.
As Barney spoke, I felt the dreamlike state that was being created by his words. These were concepts and understandings that no modern man has believed in or even considered in thousands and thousands of years. If he is right, the world is in for a grand surprise, a glorious surprise, an awakening into a new world of light and ease.
As newly born Waitaha brothers and sisters, we left this beautiful green, hilly world and began to travel into many worlds of giant trees, enormous rocks, awesome beaches, and places where one could easily spend the rest of one's life. These pages are not the place to go into all of the beautiful experiences we had with each other and with the land itself. But these experiences slowly opened our hearts, and this opening was vastly important in order for us to continue on this spiritual journey, for the Waitaha/Maori would not have taken us deeper into their world if we had been unable to open our hearts. This was paramount to the fulfillment of their prophecy.
Secretly they appeared. In the disguise of feeling the energy of an enormous sacred tree that is about 2,000 years old, a small group of Maori stepped out of an old car near our bus. Before I even exited our bus, I could see from the windows a man that I knew well but had never met in the physical. His name is Walisi. He had brown skin and long, long white-gold hair tied into a single braid. He was one of the people who were in the background at the ceremony in Kauai. Remember, the fourth-dimensional ceremony of the transfer of power from the male to the female? (See Chapter Ten.)
I approached him, and he wrapped his arms around me in a slow and heart-felt embrace. He knew me, I knew him, and we both knew exactly from where. He wanted me to understand how the Pacific Ocean culture, one of the oldest cultures alive, was an intimate part of the Serpent of Light and the New Dream. His words reached inside of me, for I was already becoming aware of the significance of how the new Earth's Kundalini was reaching into Aotearoa.
Walisi began to weave in and out of our journey until he had relayed the information to me about the coming changes in humanity. It was an honor for him to share this secret knowledge with me. I know I will see him again.
Another woman was introduced to me by Walisi. Her name was Loma Allen, and she was a grandmother from a Maori tribe who would play a central role in revealing even more of the secret knowledge of the Maori to us. But we didn't know who she was as we sat nonchalantly with her, drinking our tea and making small talk.
We continued to move through this ancient land from one amazing place to another, with continuous Maori/Waitaha teachings being revealed by different native teachers who materialized along the way.
On February 20, 2007, we were asked to be part of a ceremony called the Ceremony of the Releasing of the Fragrance of the Flowers that the Maori said only takes place every 13,000 years. We were asked to walk barefooted for roughly three kilometers along a quiet rural dirt road that leads to one of the most sacred sights in Aotearoa, the Crosshouse of Miringa Te Kakara.
When we reached this holy land, the gatekeeper held us back until final arrangements could be made to receive us. Then, walking in slow motion, we approached this place out in the middle of an open grassy field, where the grandfathers and grandmothers were sitting waiting for us to appear. We didn't know it at that moment, but we were only perhaps fifteen meters from the center of this ancient holy site.
As with the Waitaha, the oldest women led us to this point, with the younger females behind them, and the men behind the younger women. But as we came within a few meters of the Maori elders, the men were asked to circle to the front to face the elders, for they were to speak to the elders first.
The ceremony proceeded in a similar way; the men spoke first back and forth, and then the women spoke as they wished. Again, we all came into a line where each of us in our group performed the Hongi with each member of this Maori tribe. Only this time after we had breathed with each Maori, we were asked to move directly to the area next to the elders, where there was a cross cut about a foot deep into the ground.
As we waited for the group to finish the Hongi, we were told some of the history of where we were sitting. Even though the Maori believed this location to be extremely important to Maori/Waitaha knowledge of the universe, it outwardly appeared as nothing special, just a pattern etched into the ground and surrounded by green rolling hills.
Figure 8: Cross
We were told that there used to be an old wooden building enclosing this cross and that the building held a secret knowledge, but that it had been burned down deliberately in about 1985. They also told us that it had burned down four times before, that each time it was rebuilt, and that it was going to be rebuilt again in the future. Why they kept burning down this building and then rebuilding it was never explained to us.
By now the group was assembled. The men sat on the ground on the edges of the cross, and the women stood outside the cross in a group, waiting for the grandmothers to give the signal to emerge into the cross area and sit with the men. As the women began to approach the cross, the men, lead by Kingi, stood up and began a dance symbolic of the male phallic power to receive the women with great energy. It must have been amazing to watch the strength of these men as they created an envelope of energy, based on Waitaha tradition, for the women to enter into.
The women chanted secret songs in Maori to the men, as the men's arms went from high above their heads to their knees and they sang back from their hearts in Maori to the women. It was beautiful both to be part of this ceremony and to witness it. And this was just the beginning.
Eventually, we ended up standing in a large circle with the cross in the center. I was asked to hold the hand of the Maori chief on my right to complete the circle. Beginning with me, we all spoke, one by one, from our hearts to the ceremonial participants, a vision or dream of the future for all mankind. Moving clockwise around the circle, the last to speak was the chief whose hand I was holding.
The dreams we spoke about were to become reality in the future, as we were dreaming from the “center of the world.” But what this meant only slowly began to unfold for us, as almost nothing was told to us about this sacred sight until after the ceremony and really not completely until the next day. Had I known where we were performing this ceremony, it would have changed my whole being for what was transpiring.
A drum that came from the Netherlands was handed to me; it appeared Native American in design. This peace drum was moving around the world to different circles, like our own—circles of people with inner dreams of world peace.
I began to drum, slowing dancing around the outer edge of the circle clockwise as my tradition had instructed me. When I completed the circle, I lead the group in a long line to the kitchen where the meal part of the ceremony was to take place.
The Maori had built a beautiful wooden hogan to fulfill this part of the ceremony. A fantastic array of colorful food and plants with intricate designs carved into their surfaces was displayed on the surrounding tables. I peered into these designs and wondered who would want to eat these works of art and destroy their beauty. The flowers placed around the room had their leaves woven into incredible patterns that I'm sure held significance to Maori/Waitaha eyes, but to me, they were principally things of beauty to behold.
After the meal, the chief brought out a photo album and began to tell us the history of this sacred site. He said that long ago a group of extraterrestrials from Sirius had hovered about the exact spot where the cross is in the ground, and they placed a huge crystal into the Earth in the very center of that cross.
This crystal was the reason the Maori held this spot sacred. It was this crystal that gave this place the power to become the Maori University. He told us that when the wooden house is placed over the cross and the crystal, the Maori University is complete, but he never completely explained what that meant.
He talked about a Maori man who had studied in this old wooden house for fourteen years, and then put on a suit and went to England to become a great professor in one of the universities even though he never went to formal school. I never learned his name. Somehow, by studying in only this old simple wooden building, the man had come to understand the universe.
As interesting as this was, I really couldn't understand what he was talking about. So much was being kept secret that I could only “feel” why the Maori felt this place to be sacred. Was it only because of the E.T. crystal, or was there something else? My spiritual curiosity was on end.
Finishing the ceremony with long hugs and special gifts coming from both tribes, we knew it would be another 13,000 years before this ceremony would be performed again.
One of the grandmothers gave me a large piece of cartilage that fits between the vertebrae of a whale. Almost the shape of a heart, this part of the whale had been on her altar, and the energy coming off it was extraordinary. “This is a gift from our ancestors,” she said. Both the Maori and the Waitaha believe that the whales and the dolphins are their ancestors, that the cetaceans actually created humankind. (This is also the belief of the oldest human culture in the world, the Sumerians.) By looking at the Waitaha/Maori's ancient wood carvings, which are seen at the opening of most of their sacred buildings, you will see their human ancestors depicted with webbed hands and feet, indicating at least that they spent a great deal of time in the ocean, perhaps gazing directly into the eyes of those who they consider their ancestors.
A wood carving over the doorway of a Waitaha/Maori temple. Notice the webbed feet of their ancestors.
Two days later, as we were about to have our closing circle for this journey, one of the local women showed me the sacred geometry of the old wooden house that covered the sacred cross in the field. In minutes I realized how a little wooden shack could be a university and how a man could sit in this building and understand the entire universe.
Here is some of what she showed me. All of this information (and much more) can be found in the book Ancient Celtic New Zealand by Martin Doutré. You can purchase this book at www.celticnz.co.nz if you wish to go deeper into the ancient understandings of the Waitaha maori.
This is a drawing by W. A. Taylor of how the cruciform building looked when in pristine condition.
Drawing by W. A. Taylor of the cruciform building
This is the plan of C. G. Hunt of the Crosshouse building, with the cross inside of the building.
Plan of the Crosshouse building by C. G. Hunt
And this is one of the sacred geometrical drawings showing the relationship of the circle and the square to the building structure. The Phi ratio geometrical progressions of the circle and the square are obvious. These reducing circles and squares define significant positions within the physical Crosshouse. It is rotated to north to align with the Earth and the stars.
Figure 9: Phi ratio circle and square drawing
This is only one drawing obtainable from the geometries of this building, and as you study the relationships more and more, the knowledge of the universe begins to appear, just as it does in the Great Pyramid in Egypt.
But what was not apparent to the modern Maori/Waitaha was a secret code hidden within the building shape. I say “not apparent” because no one brought up this possibility. I don't mean to say that no one knows, only that it was not talked about with our group.
This secret, for those of you who wish to explore, can be found within chapter nine of my second book, The Ancient Secret of the Flower of Life, Volume II. The Maringa Te Kakara could very well be used as the “Center of Creation,” from which all sacred sites within the island complex of Aotearoa could be precisely located, above or below ground.
This same building shape was used in ancient Egypt for the very same purpose. What became clear to me as I examined the sacred geometry of the Maringa Te Kakara is that the Waitaha/Maori have an understanding of the universe that parallels all of the great ancient cultures that have ever existed on Earth. And with the same precision of the ancient Egyptians, they are able to predict the future with amazing accuracy.
The Waitaha have remained hidden with their intimate knowledge of the creation process until now. This knowledge is only partially contained within a building. The crucial secret is contained within their DNA. The Waitaha are the first people to come out of Gondwanaland to live free in Mu or Lemuria, and within their DNA is the original secret from God of how to use their dreams to create or to alter reality in this universe of the stars and planets.
Without this secret knowledge of the Dreaming from the Heart, mankind would never be able to transcend this world and ascend into the higher levels of consciousness. But, thank God, the Waitaha are still living and breathing this way of being, and because they are, all of mankind will be able to move to the next level of life.
The Serpent of Life and its transforming power is radiating out into the Pacific Ocean, awaking the Waitaha and, along with them, the Maori. It is this Earth Kundalini energy coming from Chile that is accelerating their awaking. With their special understanding of Life, they will be a catalyst to the world to move human consciousness into the next level of existence. The Waitaha know that the time is now, and it is now that they are calling the world to their doorstep.
The Peruvians and Chileans will be the teachers of the new female way, but the Waitaha and the Maori will be the examples of the pure vibration contained within every cell of their bodies. One learns from the Waitaha simply by being in their vibration and dreaming with them.