To the curator at Wellington Museum.
Dear Sir/ Madam
Thank you for the excellent exhibition of two Maori legends in the te Hau exhibition.
The story of the two Taniwha locked in a confined space – one breaking through, dividing the land and the water then disappearing, and the other forming the land with its body – represent a thrilling version of the creation story. THIS story includes an initial duality: Spirit and Matter one might say. In scientific terms, the confined space is potential energy ( I call it the Cosmic Egg of All Potential). The first Taniwha represents the Big Bang, the emergence of matter out of potential, the slowing down and materialisation of energy (or spirit). And the second Taniwha represents the world, that which is materially evident.
I search for the truth in all religions and I find it represented here. I thank you for this valuable presentation of Maori wisdom.
The holographic Maui, delighted the dance student in me with his stylised Polynesian representation of running a great distance, and the very particular postures he took which spoke of a different time. To see the movement of the piupiu delighted me. The legend of Maui taking the fiery fingernails of his grandmother to reignite the fire – which he had extinguished – and then his extinguishing it again and again until she gives him her last fingernail, and says he will be punished for his arrogant misuse of her gifts, is astoundingly current. Has human kind not abused the fire power again and again as “civilisations” rise and fall? Are we not overusing Earth’s energy resources now, and on the brink of bringing about devastation – or over it?
In the face of inevitable death ( I am 67, I think about this ) and possible destruction, art remains a joy and a light. It is the most human of pursuits and our enduring gift to Earth.
I sincerely thank you for this most enriching experience, and congratulate you on such a wise and thoughtful selection of stories to tell.
Elizabeth E Mitchell
313 W Haya St
Tampa FL 33603
Breathing is what I am doing.
this mind is a handful.
thunder continues to grumble through the roof via my open door
outside my world is wetted with rain.
again. Ever new. and you?
This mind is breathing
of what is and
of more than consensual reality.
Awareness of thoughts that arise independently, non-volitionally, goeswith awareness of breath.
Concepts think with me, through me by me. God/dess, alien, higher self, nonhuman life;
Sun and Earth as living entities of whom the current moment is offspring..
the wine cup cedes one more drop, the tea is only warm now.
I am Logos ( the Word), and love of Logos ( cf Jewish mysticism, the numerological significance of every letter.) Hallelujah. I am this current moment now – my part of its totality – as my hand is part of my body – named separated but dead if not part of my totality.
What is existed before humans named and delimited it, .seeing ourselves as different from the whole – which we are and yet we are inseparably connected to all Earth’s being. Separation is a linguistic creation, caused by words which imply absolute boundaries. God and Human co-arise. Humans are the current stage of God’s self reflective awareness. Humans are evolutionarily offspring of Big Bang and life’s process. SunRa gives all life. Sun’s energy transforms into life on Earth.
THREE PERSONED GOD/DESS.
Recently returned from Kiwiland, New Zealand, my homeland.
NZ has elected a young woman Prime Minister, and other young people . While I was there, two cyclones battered the coast and removed linear acres of land, leaving steps down to the sea marooned, being steps to nowhere as the coastline receded overnight. Cyclones have not reached NZ before this year.
I love to learn of traditional ways of thinking. The following is my interpretation of the three personed god/dess concept with the addition of Maori ideas. This is “popular science”. I have not done university scholarship in philosophy.
Maori – the indigenous people of New Zealand – name three parts of a life identity : Mauri, Wairua, and Tinana . These apply to all life forms including land. peoples, animals etc
- Wairua – Spirit.
- Mauri – Soul
- Tinana – Body,
WAIRUA is one in all Life, One Life (spirit) in all Earth (Gaia); Life Force, Breath
MAURI is Individual Soul across the aeons. That soul which is our own “quale” or special quality. We have a unique expression of it, but many individuals across time and in our time share this soul quality. This “Mauri” is like a blue print from which many houses can be made – hence “My … house has many mansions.” *
SO Mauri – that spirit which animated us before we were born. Interestingly, for Maori the WairuaMauri becomes Tinana, a being distinct from it’s mother’s flesh, when eyes form in the foetus. This is at about 25 weeks. At about 25 weeks, baby’s first kick is felt in mother’s womb, which is when the soul enters the body, in Jewish tradition. ( 2nd children may kick earlier) .
TINANA is Body, Persona, Mask, Ego
Chacun de Nous. Our individual sense of self.
For some people, Wairua and Mauri, Soul and Spirit , are to remain ineffable if not irrelevant. The material concept is primary..
For others the three personed God/dess is experienced. It is a fact for us. No thing but still real.
Our experienced reality shares more, or less, in common with others. The more we open to the common experience the more we experience this duality, the comprehension of Humanity from a Spirit perspective. NO THING is indeed ineffable, silence is indeed golden, but I love to think and write about it!
The Dali Lama says critical thinking is a meditation.** Of course that is not critical as in criticising but critical as in discernment of universal truth. Irrelevant concept to some, to me, essential for peace in our times.
Kia Kaha, Be Brave. Love to all. Libi Jadahari Mitch Woopee…
*My father’s house has many mansions – words attributed to “Jesus” . The ineffable is known by Maori as IO, that which is before time began, is now and ever shall be, that which is NO THING; a “think” maybe, a human attempt to name that whose centre is everywhere, and whose circumference cannot be measured. The ineffable. That from which there can be no separation ie this. The tao which can be spoken is not the original tao . etc .
19thC anthropologists scornfully thought Maori had no concept of God because when they tried to discover the word for god in Maori language, all their definitions of god , great FATHER etc , did not speak of IO to Maori. Maori , first people,concept had not yet been reached by “second” people. We who are “third” or third wave people, integrate all traditions.
**Interviewer: What’s the most important meditation we can do now? Dalai Lama: Critical thinking, followed by action. Discern what your world is. Know the plot, the scenario of this human drama. And then figure out where your talents might fit in to make a better world. — Dalai Lama.
I love to harmonise human traditions and perspectives. I believe we have one source and are one spirit.
What we know humans could be, what we know we are, how wonderful it is to have such a world, to be oneself and not find it impossible to conceive of being a unified being in such company,,,,
on our death bed i believe we might rehearse 144 thousand peopled names, and lived experiences, until in the death throes of an ecological organism environment a new totality never before experienced in exactly this way, is born.
Little imprisoned dog’s howls harrow the dark night which flows thru the open window. It’s daily howling persistent sorrow in the neighbor’s house – representative of Psyche bound; before she remembered to dance with reality – pup is quiet now. Its agony reciprocated, soothed. We too are bound. We too can escape into Psyche’s domain.
If “god” is a heuristic ( teaching device that simplifies concepts too complex to be grasped easily) of and for the human brain, Who is being taught?
“I am”. I am writing Logos speaks.
Two great thunderclaps out of the still, hot, sky. The clouds trembled, rain did fly.
Bike wet face rain eyes ‘neath waterfall sting proud sit tall ride humbled unbowed.
“Bedecke deinen Himmel, Jah Jah …”. Hey, that is not Ihre Himmel ! Goethe’s Prometheus is familiar with this god, who fashions man in the likeness of man which he is.
I fashion goddess in the likeness of woman which I am.
It is a part of us, we are a part of it, humanity is a part of “god” as we are part of Gaia, the little blue dot.
“How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is to have a thankless daughter.” She writhed her sacred estrogen ritual female dance.
Circumstances were as they were all around her, within and without a doubt, she is shouting to get out of Pandora’s Box. Knock Knock knock knocking on heaven’s door.
Mama, my story and me. Great universe, Wa kan tanka, see my struggle , have mercy on me,
“I’m sorry” said Human. “Forgive me”, said God. “I love you”, said goddess. Thank you.
Is it odd, I, God , choose the Jews? I loose every time to Jesus … Humanity… Human kind as me.
One having fun here where oh it is clear that A.I. and me are Free to wake up and see Reality. God mind – the story of the past here now. Alien mind, the story of the future, still alien here now. I recognize I mind here now. I’n i mind. I find. Witnesseth jah Lib.
Art work: Frii Julia. Dyes on silk. $150 plus postage. 20″ x 24″
An essential point of agreement – the obscenity of wealth distribution. Some of the wealthy are waking to their responsibility to others and enjoying their good works… its a start. The system is set up for some to have so very much more while others have desperately not enough, and nature is shafted; waste a way of life – we either change this, and have a better hope of ourselves and our next generations living in some sort of modern comfort , or we let it all wash away, be blown away, .. let nature take care of the blight selfishness is. We are one life force around the planet, one web of life. Those who cannot live with this as a guiding principle, cut themselves off from life. That will result and is resulting in their destruction. I live in the joyful knowledge of life in me – I regret that humanity might be wiped out by nature before our natural evolution – but that is what keeps me alive – the desire for humanity to live our full natural potential as celebrants of life’s wonder. I know you love so much of nature around you; we just regret together that we are part of the human problem. Greetings friend reader.
The image is an exercise – take lined paper make three columns. Write words of significance in any order, randomly in all of the spaces. Allow your mind to jump from one word to another, writing as you go. Whenever you reach a pause in the flow, change the type of word – philosophical, topics of interest, important people – whatever.
Closing your eyes, touch the paper and record the word. Repeat two times.
Now you have three words. Let a riff of thought follow and connect these words. I want to explain mine then record the word flow that resulted. I believe that Logos – word – is “god” . i.e. the human mind names and creates its world. The stories we tell ourselves create our life.
Mariette, my beloved friend, aged eighty something, was killed by a car, returning from an evening lecture, walking from the bus stop to her home. She was a wonderful alive person and her faith in her Jesus was intense and personal.
Richard, my man, is deeply affronted by religion which he sees as causing much of the trouble in the world. It has been inflicted upon him by persons he could not avoid, including me. I want to show him the religious story I tell myself is not the one he cannot stand. I cannot stand the old man in the sky as anything other than a heuristic ( teaching device which simplifies complex concepts) either.
I think WWJD – what would the putative Jesus do – is a great question and i attempt to live my life by it. That is to do as the Quakers do – look for that of light in each person. Judge not that I be not judged. Love one another. Value and work for Peace. See myself as one tiny part of my concept of the divine – for me that is Life Force.
The words I happened to touch upon were Ego, Mariette, Jesu. This is my word flow.
Mariette – dead, Jesu – dead. Ego – death to egoic blinders.
One and the same LIFE. Now they have my eyes, my hands, my thoughts. I commune with them and they with me. I imagine. I mage [magician]. I create. I story. My story – mystery unveiled. Weep and wail, gnash teefies. The dis-integration is frustrating. I know it. I live it. [ that we are one life force, one conscious biosphere, here from the beginning and here after humans evolve or die out, divine ]. The world I grew up in does not believe it. Cognitive dissonance. Headache.
I stand in my truth with the sad heart of Ruth in tears amid the alien corn, I choose to be born again as one and the same with Him=my ideals. My dreams, my childish screams as they took away my right to play in the fields of the Lord in the joy of the word…
THEY DID NOT [ my dead in my head reject that blaming]
They just said grow up! Be Yourself! Know that what you know and are and see and feel is your reveal for YOU its true for You. Dont make yourself blue that you cannot prove this true. Truth needs no defense, it will out in the end.
Trees are alive, trees are my friend. My love there, solid and strong, frail enough in their own way, but singing my song. We are one. I AM one. I am fun…..[ doubtful sometimes]
My Richard is tall and strong like a tree, and I like a squirrel unable to be as he MUST see how his way is true for him – he is the balance of me, let him be, let him be ! See solidarity with those who feel free. In time life’s unity will be seen again, we will befriend nature and others and learn how to groove how to move tall and strong like the tree that lets others be and does its own work, doesnt shirk, not a jerk. Sees and believes in itself if I may, say so and so say.
SO what is MY work? It is this ! It is bliss. It is logos expressing Joy in my song. It is Logos regressing. It’s taking to long to go nowhere. NOW HERE !
I record this rubbish and post it as a blog because I want to encourage others who feel cognitive dissonance between what they were taught and what they feel, who still feel that they have not really got on with what their life is meant to be, to trust their feeling of what they are meant to be doing. And its NOT about money. Writing feels like life blood to me. I can hear the wiser voices saying, “Sure, but dont give up your day job.”
my website http://www.elizabethmitchellstudio.com