I am crying.
The thought in my mesmerised mind at this moment is, “When you are receiving messages from stars, from angelic beings light years away, sometimes information can seem to travel so entirely slow in this reality, just to finally all make sense in one instant.”
It has taken me a little over a year to receive this information from my star sisters. In New Zealand, it is the equivalent temperature and climate to what would be November in America. The air is crisp and the winds are starting to pick up. The rain passes through often to cleanse away the dead and decaying leaves, leaving almost bare, naked trees behind. I tried to run from her, the enchanting Aotearoa but New Zealand had other plans for me. I wanted to be in the sun, in America for the summer solstice but now I know why I am here. What would be time representing the masculine energies, is now soaking up yummy divine feminine vibrations so that I can become the translator.
Take this next explanation with a grain of salt since I am just feeling into what this ancient New Year of the Maori people even means. It is Matariki in New Zealand, they say it is a time of abundance, a time of gathering and sharing with loved ones. I have been thinking for about two weeks, to gather with friends and family around this time but thought it was purely my association with Thanksgiving and the temperature. Then I read that Matariki has been compared as the ‘Maori Thanksgiving’ and felt pulsing deep through my bloodline, the truth of synchronicity during this precious time.In one flash of an instant, everything that I have been learning in the past two years just came together. I will take you through my journey if you are open to hearing it
Before I was called to New Zealand, I live in North Carolina, in the United States. In the beginning of 2013, I started hearing the word Pleiadian and there was a light hearted remembrance every time that name would arise. Soon enough, I was brought to the fact that I am part Cherokee, Native American and then soon after that learned the Pleiadian ancestry is specifically throughout the Native American bloodline. Within months of learning of my star linked DNA in August of 2013, I was leading a meditation for four hundred people (which turned out to be four-hundred and forty-four for those of you that know about angel numbers) and I had an out of body experience where four tall angelic light beings in each direction showed me how the energetics of the body work. There seemed to be an intuitive trail and pull that resonated in the tender land of New Zealand. I had slowly started opening up to the idea that I was being led somewhere so much farther than I had ever imagined traveling to.
Shortly after first arriving in Christchurch in May of 2014, to a small area that resides as a junction of land and sea. I started living in the crater of an extinct volcano, with peaks forming a circle of harbours and it’s mouth open to take a small gulp of the sea. A formation by the hands of Papatuanuku, I was brought awareness to a story of how during Matariki the hills of this previous volcano I am living in, line-up perfectly with the Pleiades and used to be an ancient ceremonial gathering place of the ancestors. Just a month ago, this story came up again and so did the story of the winds, the winds in New Zealand during Matariki are very intense. To me they have always felt ominous, as to bring some sort of news or carrying some message of urgency. And For example, last year shortly after my arrival, when I would lay my head to rest at night, the winds would talk to me, the would shout in my dreams,” The Earth is in pain. Hear our cries, do something to help her heal!” I would wake up sobbing. I remember one night looking up at the full moon lighting the empty harbour with tears in my eyes blurring the scenery, calling in a helpless whisper to the brisk air, ” PLEASE, just tell me what to do to help!”
Synchronistically a year later from this exact event, I was talking about this feeling that I get from the winds with a friend and she casually informs me of how the Waitaha would say these winds passing through were the ancestors who had passed, paying their visits, during the rise of Matariki during the end of May to early June. The winds are known to be spirits of this land by the natives that always come at the rising of the Peiades in the sky. I thought this was beautiful and it brought me comfort with the winds for about a six months until tonight. Tonight the wind shook the windows, knocking, so I would know to listen. To recieve the message that the portal is now opened. A star gate from which, my star sisters above call and my Earth grandmothers to hold me close to tell me what needs to be done. In that instant upon hearing the winds, I knew. I started to cry and went to go write, to share what I can of this information. The people need to listen during this time in this sacred land. The ancients have something very powerful to pass on, the women and men need to come together again. In celebration to gather, yes but more so, as a time to channel the messages of the ones who has passed. They hold the wisdom of how to heal the land because they lived in harmony and still do live in peace with the Earth and infinite skies above.
There is more to this to come I am sure of it but for now that is my message, that is my mission.
Thank you for listening.