two beautiful poems by Rumi (13th century):

“ATLANTIS RITUAL BRACELET”: design channeled by Adam Donaldson Powell, made with silver and gold, semi-precious stones and crytals. Note the Atlantis design featuring concentric circles bridged by a cross formation and the symbols from the Universal Language of Light (as channeled by Laila Holand, Norway).

“TRANSFORMATION PENDANT”: design channeled by Adam Donaldson Powell, in silver and gold with aquamarine. Note the Eye of Horus and the Six-pointed Star (symbolizing that there are many ways to God/Enlightenment but that all are based upon Wisdom) and the “A”-tone as the mantra device.

‎”LEMURIA RITUAL NECKLACE”: design channeled by Adam Donaldson Powell, featuring silver, gold and bronze, precious stones, semi-precious stones and crystals. Note the oars which are symbols of the spiritual journey and Transformation process.

‎”NEPALI NECKLACE”: designed by Adam Donaldson Powell, and made in Kathmandu, Nepal, featuring silver, lapis lazuli and turquoise.



A number of Lightworkers have taken a “short cut” to non-emotional detachment, with a supreme focus upon rhetoric and platitudes in our approach to the new consciousness and new spirituality. In spite of this enthusiasm and impatience, there are no short cuts … and we still have to put ourselves through the practical self-developmental and collective involvement (mentally, emotionally and physically) in order to “anchor” our full change of consciousness and dna transformation.

Our higher selves thus create third dimensional challenges in our lives so that we can learn this important balance – which in turn gives us a true understanding of “detachment”, with a higher form of love: love of individual consciousness development in ourselves, in each other, and in the universe. As psychologists / psychiatrists need to undergo such personal experience and training in order to help others, so must Lightworkers do the same.

Your guides and helpers are there to help you through this, and your new strength will further qualify you to do the “great work” that your soul has consented to do. As you know, the number of persons that will approach you for help will increase many fold from this point in time and onward. Having solid balance and underlying strength on all levels will help you in this work, and will also serve as an example for others to begin and carry out their own processes. We are not responsible for doing the work for others; but rather to inspire, encourage and give help to self-help. That is also the only way we can be effective … both in terms of the individual in question as well as in terms of reaching large numbers of the population in a meaningful (developmental) way.

Remember that sharing your feelings and emotions with your environment and with persons you love is essential to equalizing the playing field so that true love and support of another’s ability to master his/her challenges can better be enabled. In this way, it is the highest form of love and respect.

Many so-called “conspiracy theories” and intuitions that we have embraced are now proving to be both accurate and relevant … and are also now being embraced (or considered) by many more on the planet. Keep up the good work … and know that you are making a difference. DARE TO STRUGGLE … DARE TO WIN!

namaste and adonai

Some of my short spiritual messages for Lightworkers follow:

1) A call to Lightworkers: increasingly rapid and successive changes in our consciousness, dna structure, understanding of our galactic environment, the functions of our pineal gland, revelations about deceptions etc. necessitate a new understanding of and approach to psychology and psychiatry. We need to start educating experts in the medical field about spiritual developments now. There is much resistance but the pace of consciousness change and external influences will soon radically increase both the need for spiritually-developed and spiritually-aware medical practitioners, and make Lightworkers’ work in these areas easier. Many of you have been studying psychology, coaching, NLP, Reiki, aura reading and healing etc. for a long time. Listen to your guides for instructions.

2) We planetary citizens (in all our hybrid forms) continuously define our present and future with our thoughts, words and actions. How are you defining the reality you wish to embrace? Do you wallow in the doom and gloom prophecies, or do you take up your sword and your rose, and create “heaven on Earth”?

3) The long-awaited “Divine Intervention” is not merely an external intervention comprised of teams of higher beings, angels, aliens etc. but includes mostly humanoids. Humanoids must now understand that they themselves create reality (present and future) with their thoughts, words and actions. This cannot be stressed enough. Thoughts, light and sound are building blocks of creation. Life forms are created in other ways than mere biological Darwinian explanations. This means that: 1) humanoids have self-determination, and can at any point in time re-create a new and better reality and existence; 2) yes, we are ALL GOD, i.e. self-creating souls that are manifestations of divine energy, and that never “die” because energy and soul entities can not be destroyed but rather transformed; and 3) once we are able to collectively raise the thought consciousness level on this planet enough we will get the assistance we ask for from external forces, which are waiting with excitement to see if we can wake up from our dreams and see behind the various smoke screens that we are obsessed with. WE ARE THE DIVINE INTERVENTION! Please wake up humanoids. But even if you do not, your souls will continue to live and to evolve in other forms (as they do while you are now still in humanoid form).

Learn to focus and direct your thoughts and energies. That will help your self-manifestation abilities. Adonai!

4) Terra is now at the gateway of the Fifth density, and the signs are appearing all over the globe. Do not be misled by charlatans or those who would attempt to promote fear. I say to you verily: Terra will NOT perish as a world. There will be some changes, but many will survive. Lightworkers have much to do in the years to come. Do not look upon 2012 as an ending, but as a beginning – the beginning of a brave new world with a new consciousness. Dear Lightworkers: there are many who will be confused and who will be in fear amidst the transitional changes underway, and which will be speeding up from now on. Show empathy and help them to understand that which seems “miraculous” and “impossible”. Meditate and ask for guidance. Your questions will be answered in all ways possible. Adonai and godspeed!

Happy New Year 2010 oh precious ones!
You are now smack-dab in the middle of the Great Awakening. Many of you are beginning to see through the veils of deception constantly created by those whose God is greed and power and control of humanity and the Universe. There will be many desperate attempts to deceive you further, including natural catastrophes that are man-created, the appearance of “evil” alien spacecraft (which are – in fact – man-made and flown by humanoids that would deceive you), phenomena galore in the skies created by your scientists and military intelligence that would deceive you, attempts to fool large parts of the world population to believe that the new Messiah has arrived just in time to herald in one new world religion and a new world order, and there will be revelations that will shock you – both in terms of lies and scams that you have been subjected to for decades, centuries and even longer periods of time, but also in regards to the extent of scientific technology and outreach into space that your governments actually have achieved … and have largely kept off the public agenda. You see, my precious Lightworkers – you have been busy running around from one small fire to the next, unaware of the large forest fire that is approaching with great force. But now you know. Spread the word! Battalions of souls in great numbers are required for the work at hand. Godspeed!


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1. Terra (Earth) is a unique training ground for souls. While there will be major changes here it will be reconstituted. 2. Evacuation from Terra is not the same as ascension. 3. There is no point in fearing physical death, as the soul never dies. 4. Anyone can create their own “jump room” through thought projection. Anyone that learns to harness this consciousness can also ascend. Human consciousness knows no bounds in this regard. 5. We are here to learn and develop as soul entities. Choose the “quality of life” truly important to that development and live each moment as fully as possible. Our time on the physical plane is precious but it is also only a dream/an excursion within a greater existence. 6. We exist in other dimensions/planes at the same time as our sojourn here on Terra right now. 7. Know thyself, and consciously seek remembrance of who you really are. 8. Your soul family and guides are only a thought/prayer away. 9. Be here now, and do not fear. 10. Each of us and all things are expressions of divinity. That is all we really need to learn. Godspeed!

CHANNELING FROM (X)ANTHROS: an intergalactic entity

(X)anthros advises: “Food, water and air are essential. Learn about what you are ingesting and how to eat for good health and survival. Develop your telepathic skills and your mental skills. There is a battle being waged for control of your minds and dna.”

SOME THOUGHTS ON THE PATH OF COMPASSION — the way of the Intellect of the Heart.

Namaste my beloved brethren!

As you know, the Path of Compassion is a multi-layered concept full of abstractions for he/she that has a one-dimensional (i.e. 3rd dimensional) perspective and approach. The Path of Compassion is also one that many souls use numerous lifetimes on Terra as well as much time in the Interlife to study. There is no final or finite definition of Compassion, as true Compassion is predicated on constant evaluation of and by the individual Soul and the effects of non-action and action upon the Great Progression within the workings of the First Source and Center.

Humanoid perceptions of “compassion” are only one minute aspect of the Path of Compassion, and taken out of context can even lead to violent passive-aggressive, egotistical and manipulative measures.

The mystical and magickal Tarot (in combination with the Qabbalah) gives a very good basic approach to the study of the Path of Compassion.

Compassion begins with the Self – understanding of the amazing and perplexing state of being both an individual and collective Soul entity (in both the emic and etic perspectives – inside looking out, and outside looking in … if you will). Non-attachment on this level gives insight into the pulse of the First Source and Center, our guiding Life Force. This pulse provides us with the basis of true self-love (a non-egotistical love that is non-emotional) and is truly the passion of Divinity breathed into the individual unit of supreme soul emanation. Now, this emanation of Love provides the individual Soul vibrations with a passionate desire to connect with other emanations of Divinity in one’s social, emotional, physical, psychological, political (and other) environments. This – of course – results more often than not in a series of experiences, attractions/repulsions of energy, confusions of interpretation of states of emanation that “seem” foreign and different than one’s own … and decisions to be undertaken. There is always a decision to be undertaken – even when one does not make a decision to do something then that is actually a decision not to act, and there are cause and effect reactions to all that we think, say, do, and conversely to all we do not think, do not say, and do not do. The first fundamental concept I would bring into play here is then that man/woman is a part of Nature. If we look at incarnated beings as physical emanations representing the attributes of Earth, Fire, Air and Water … and then add in Spirit as the interpretive element then we can begin to understand the beautiful complexity of incarnated Soul experience where the “individual” meets its environments, and attempts to balance personal experience and understanding with the Spirit of the Universal Soul.

Every aspect of the Fool on his/her cosmic Journey is an emanation of both the individual and the collective Soul, just as we are all personalities in our dream-states and we are also all that we identify with and do not identify with in our environments. The Path of Compassion is – to me – ultimately the continuous effort to shake myself out of the consciousness of separation (the idea that the individual and the First Source and Center are extricable and separate in any way).

Throughout this journey, the Fool (like the Soul that repeatedly incarnates) tries on many “garments” and roles in order to more fully understand the multiplicity of being part of the First Source and Center. There are many lessons to be learned and this Path requires much courage. It is not about being “nice” to others necessarily – being kind and nice is, as I indicated above, subject to qualification. To me “compassion” in this regard requires the Will to interact with oneself as an emanation of Spirit and with one’s surroundings in ways that honor the ever-developing universal Spirit. The Path of Compassion provides us with reminders that there is no good or evil, that we and others often act or do not act in certain ways in order to achieve and allow for learning for our individual souls and collectively (many times at great expense to the Soul that another may find offensive, when in fact it is a loving gesture), and also in regards to soul contract agreements made in the Interlife. There are – thus – no bad emotions. It is not “bad” to dislike another person’s words, thoughts or behavior, and there is no heaven or hell for good or bad Souls – even those that “kill” another. There is – in fact – no death of the Soul, and all incarnated Soul forms enjoy a physical birth and death, regardless of how or whom helps precipitate the “transformation” and transition.

The Path of Compassion indicates – to me – an honesty (again non-judgmental usage of the word) that is based upon “being here now” – being in one’s Self at the moment and attempting to balance emotions, words, thoughts, and behavior with a consideration of a “total”/self-less developmental and learning experience for oneself, for one’s environment and for the “total” First Source and Center. (“Total” is – of course – a perception.)

The iconic representation of the Archangel Michael, who is an Adept at knowing when and how to employ the rose and the sword, is a glittering example of the Fool in a state of masterful study. The rose and the sword are equally “compassionate” and both have the potential of being non-compassionate, ego-driven and expressions of separation of consciousness. I have referred to the Path of Compassion as involving the intellect of the Heart. It is not the individual heart to which I am referring, but to the Universal Spirit of Divinity of the First Source and Center. That source which affords each and every incarnated and non-incarnated soul expression with creator, creative and divine impulses, and which makes each of us expressions of – or quite simply put – God. To suggest that one never should express discontent with one’s own thoughts, words or behavior – or those/that of one’s environment – is, to me, an over-simplification and possibly judgmental perspective that may actually interfere with necessary individual and collective soul development.

The “response-ability” is overwhelming. In fact, often so overwhelming that it is often just as well to let the intellect of the Heart override the analysis of the Mind.

On quite another level, we are all here to influence and be influenced in different ways. In addition, some of us have accepted assignments as spiritual warriors (if you will) – not necessarily a violent expression but more of a magician in an esoteric sense. There is much upheaval throughout our Galaxy at this time especially, and there ïs much work to be done by many souls on both sides of the Veil. I firmly believe that the individual and collective conscience that resounds: “We do not wish to have this separation of consciousness and its consequences as our reality” is a valid and necessary function and act. Sananda in his incarnation as Jesus was (according to the Bible) quite the spiritual warrior, as are/were many other Adepts. We no longer need gurus or Adepts as our Masters or “intermediaries to God”, but the examples of these iconic personalities contain much inspiration in terms of many possible roles and expressions of the Soul. Separation of consciousness and its consequences cannot be meditated away on a mountain top. Soul and multi-dimensional Interaction with one another is the only comprehensive way to balance.

Ignoring/denying one’s true feelings only keeps the wolf chained to the back door. The key is perhaps to let go of the fear and to release the wolf from our need for him to protect us.

There is much more to be said about these things. In short, I will conclude now by reiterating that my view is that the Path of Compassion is perhaps mostly about supporting the Over Soul in its journey (individual and collective) – i.e. loving not the personality of another being so much as loving the Divine Instinct in all expressions of the Universal Soul and First Source and Center.

Adonai … and Blessed Be!

Two short excerpts from my novella “2014: the life and adventures of an incarnated angel” follow:

All was good for Ga. He had gotten his wish to ascend without first dying … an ‘Enochian’ fantasy he had had for many lifetimes … in order to receive healing and self-realisation, and then return to help the other incarnates on Terra in a more efficient way. He realised that he had worked quite diligently through many lifetimes in order to get to where he was, but also that even this assignment was a natural link in his own chain of greater soul development processes. He had, after all, worked at the Intergalactic Administrative Offices for Soul Development for quite a while – both when in the Interlife, and also while incarnated on Terra and other stars and planets (especially while meditating and sleeping). His primary function was to help the higher-level soul guides to develop incarnation models, in cooperation with soon to be returning souls. Usually, a returning soul was shown up to three different lifetime models from which to choose. These models were presented telepathically, through the life choice cylinders (tubes in which the soul is positioned) while ‘trigger moments’ from the lifetime being presented are communicated on the rotating screen on the walls of the cylinder, through sound and light energy vibrations interacting with the soul’s eternal chakra and aural systems, but also through additional explanation given the inquiring soul at the “Library for soul choice and development”, which contains interactive books with geometric symbols carrying specific messages related to the particular soul’s development. Although quite artistically inclined, Ga had always worked in administration in one way or form – even in his incarnations. In his last sojourn on Terra as Mikael, he had worked in public administration for many years. Ga laughed quietly to himself as he remembered how shocked and disappointed he had been a mere seven years ago when hypnotised by an Interlife regression therapist – back to his lifetime on Terra immediately previous to his incarnation as Mikael. He had discovered that he had had a passion for philosophy and the fine arts in that lifetime, but that due to his family’s expectations he had chosen a career in administration and business … and married another woman who was more ‘appropriate’ for a man of his family’s social stature than his beloved ‘Gretchen’, the domestic with whom he was in love and who worked at the University of Leipzig, where he was a student. He had an unhappy lifetime – feeling unfulfilled and with a sense of having settled for less than he had desired for himself. He died of stomach cancer at the age of forty-nine, and returned (“more than ready”) to the Interlife. Ironically, Mikael’s previous wife played the esteemed role as his mother in his next lifetime, and it was not until Mikael had reached his late forties that he again met up with his beloved ‘Gretchen’ … this time in the form of Thomas, truly his soul mate and his (this time around) male life partner. The relationship lasted, unfortunately, only six wonderful years, as Thomas had ‘contracted’ a mere short-lived appearance in Mikael’s incarnation this time around, before returning to the Interlife for rejuvenation and soon afterwards participating in the apocalyptic Intervention on the Terra surface level; raising consciousness amongst those who did not ascend or cross over to the Interlife. Thomas has recently incarnated and lives with a spiritually awakening family in Brazil. Even more ironic, thought Ga, was that Mikael’s mother had also died of stomach cancer in her last incarnation. ‘How fortunate I have been’, thought Ga, ‘to have had so many highly-developed souls and friends who play the most difficult and painful roles for each other in order to raise each others’ and total soul consciousness development.’ He understood that he could not totally design or control his own incarnation – he could only give his initial consent and make small choices and alterations before and underway – and he marvelled at the expertise and creativity of the system and his colleagues, when looking back at his own highly-entertaining 5D incarnation experiences. Ga missed his soul mate Thomas (Gretchen). He was forbidden to have direct contact with Thomas in his present incarnation, this so as not to interfere with Thomas’ work on the planet, by reminding Thomas of his “true status” in the soul world. However, their higher selves and soul fragments did meet and communicate from time-to-time through soul level telepathic communication. Ga could always recognise Thomas’ presence, and Thomas (in his newly-incarnated humanoid form) experienced a warm shivering when he felt Ga’s soul energy … and this always gave him great pleasure, despite his not knowing what it was or where it came from.

(pages 23-26, “2014: the life and adventures of an incarnated angel”)

Ga fell into a deep trance – both half-awake and half-asleep, and his thoughts and memories gave way to a dream state. In his dream ‘Thomas’, his soul mate, appeared to him dressed in a white, flowing tunic reminiscent of those worn by higher level priests on Atlantis, simple but with a square neckline that was embroidered with spun gold thread in a pattern of connecting three-sided squares. Thomas was smiling and his aura was glowing with light blue, purple and white light. He extended his left hand toward Ga and said telepathically: “Come with me. I have something to show you.” Ga took his hand and rose from his bed, allowing himself to be led through a tunnel of energy and light, finally arriving at the Interlife library and archives. Thomas pointed to a table and bench made of rose-coloured marble, and with nothing more than a huge book on its surface. Ga sat down, still feeling the loving presence of Thomas standing behind him and massaging the aura around his head, neck and shoulders. Ga opened the tome and closed his eyes, permitting three geometric coded symbols from the Universal Language of Light to float up from the silken pages of the book and meld with his Higher Self, imprinting vibrations in the form of blue-white light energy and high sound frequencies upon his consciousness. It was a magnificent Interlife healing experience that made Ga’s aura layers glow with golden light, and in addition provided a spiritual blessing and confirmation that his upcoming mission was – indeed – one of his most important assignments to date. After a short time, ‘Tom’ smiled and telepathically said in Ga’s own angelic dialect (the new Merkabah-tongue): “You are truly loved, and the blessings of the Eternal Soul are with you – both on this upcoming assignment, and always. I am never more than a thought away. Adonai, most honourable Ga.”

And with that, Ga found himself again lying in his sleeping cubicle, and standing over him was ‘Ifafi – now back from his assignment in Iceland. ‘Ifafi smiled and asked: “You called?”

(pages 51-52, “2014: the life and adventures of an incarnated angel”)

A few books that I recommend on the topic of the Interlife and life between lives regression theory and practice:

1) Journey of Souls, by Michael Newton, Ph.D.
2) Destiny of Souls, by Michael Newton, Ph.D.
3) Life between Lives, by Michael Newton, Ph.D.
4) The Book of the Soul, by Ian Lawton
5) The Wisdom of the Soul: profound insights from the life between lives, by Ian Lawton
6) Exploring the Eternal Soul, by Andy Tomlinson

Those seeking to become past life regression therapists and/or life between lives regression therapists, or simply in contacting a therapist that might facilitate a regression, well might be interested in the Past Life Regression Academy. See their WEBSITE.


The eye of the triangle.

Lost in the assertion that
there is no god but God,
the drunken darwish is
rendered ecstatic by the
soma of perfection …
“la ilaha illa allah …
illa allah … Allah!”
Thus, through the magic of Dhikr,
does the Serpent
unite with the Regenerative Spirit
and transgress the mundane.
The secrets of the
unwritten runes within
the eye of the triangle
are deciphered solely through
meditations of the heart;
and the rays of initiation
illumine the paths
of those led by
nothing more than
the promise of Salt.


The Archangel Sandalphon
reprimands human disillusionment
with compassion and vision,
for the enlightenment of Malkuth
is reflected in the veils of Tiphareth.
It is through meditations
of the heart that we encounter divinity;
the voice of the Great I A O echoes
even from a stone:
“Remember that I have never forsaken you,
I am everywhere.”

The Zen of sorcery.

The highest magician
has divined that
the mystery of the veil
behind the veil
is revealed through
the bloody consecration
of his very desire.
Scourged by the beauty
of the Names,
he salutes the dagger
of severity
in ecstatic anticipation of
the Angel of Death.
As all light is borne
from the Darkness,
so is the illusion of Hades
exposed but through Resurrection.
In this way,
the countenance of Isis herself
is unmasked to all
who suffer under oath.

The chalice.

Behold! For within the Great Rite
lay the mystery of the chalice;
swept upwards upon the wings of
divine love and victory,
we consume the Spirit
and re-unite with the Source.
Verily — I am Rhea,
I am the Minotaur …
I am the Chalice.

The Archetypal Kouros.

Seated before the altar
at the Minoan Palace of Knossos,
I drink thirstily from
the chalice of Divine Essence.
The intoxication I attain
tightly binds the
scrotum of my devotion,
and demands unconditional surrender.
as the relentless frenzy
of my invocation
reaches an orgiastic climax,
I both consume and
give birth to myself
in generous libation.

Mirror of darkness.

Quite enraptured by my own image
in a mirror of Darkness,
I abandon both reflection and shadow
for a glimpse of the Unknown.

The night offers no refraction other than
the glint of an inner eye:
yea, the paradox of Blindness is revealed
through discovery of Self alone.

(all from “Collected poems and stories”, copyright Adam Donaldson Powell.)


Like many of you that read these posts on spirituality, I have been a student of “ascension” for many decades – if not lifetimes. There are many books written on ascension, its meaning, the techniques for achieving ascension etc. – some complicated, and some perhaps seemingly superficial. I will be writing more about ascension on these pages, but I would like to offer a few basic thoughts here and now.

The first entry in this series of postings about spirituality includes a channeled pendant: the “TRANSFORMATION PENDANT” (symbolizing that there are many ways to God/Enlightenment but that all are based upon Wisdom) and featuring the “A”-tone as the mantra device. The concepts behind this simple design might embody much of interest to the student of ascension.

1. In my universe, “ascension” is a re-unification of the Self with the Universal Oneness in a state of “remembrance” of who and what we really are, have been and are becoming. It is a condition of being “borne again”, of “returning home”, of healing, of transformation … and finally of “perpetual” enlightenment / samadhi.

2. This “remembrance” or “rebirth” can take many forms: physical death, non-physical death, astral travel, teleportation etc. as well as either totally leaving the third density or cognizant co-existence on several densities at the same time. Once we “remember” who/what we are “well enough” a state of “ascension” prevails, allowing us to be in a more constant “state of remembrance” or “enlightenment”.

3. As indicated in the symbology of the “Transformation Pendant”, there are many ways of “ascension” or “remembrance of who/what we are”. Ascension can be achieved through meditation techniques, rituals of devotion, yoga and martial arts techniques, through musical, literary and artistic endeavors, through the “path of compassion” … and basically through focus of intention where the purpose is to unify the Self with the vibrations of Universal Oneness, and not feed the error of Separation. All paths of ascension are therefore based upon Wisdom, but not necessarily academic or mental prowess.

4. All life forms, energy forms, and thought forms are based upon geometry; and all geometry has its light and sound vibrations. These sacred geometrical forms and vibrations provide us with the building blocks of understanding and “creator instinct and ability”, as well as the means for healing, chakra balancing and – yes – ascension.

5. Awareness of and attunement to sacred geometric forms and light and sound vibrations can heighten our experience and remembrance of our co-existence on several densities and in several locations in the universes and beyond into the state of life between lives. It can also provide us with the tools necessary to construct “wormholes”, “portals” for teleportation as well as meditation and R.E.M. astral travel experiences. While we may think that we stumble upon or construct these “vehicles”, we really make them an extension of ourselves – and thus we become our “portal”. It all begins with thought (thought forms, geometry, light and sound vibration. One small example: I often hear a ringing in my ears just before I am to embark on astral travel or when a channeling is about to come through.).

6. Much ado has been made regarding Ascension and the Shift of Consciousness in these times. Ascension is not “new” as a concept, goal or past-time. However, I believe that the tie-in to the Shift has to do with the dna transformational changes many of us are undergoing, as well as increased exposure to geometric symbols with multidimensional frequencies which are the “keys and codes of Enoch”. That is why I am currently meditating on channeled symbols from the Universal Language of Light. Certain symbols, thought forms, sound frequencies etc. serve as catalysts and manifestation instruments. These “portals” opened by sacred geometry are teleportation and travel machines, and also can be utilized in alchemical ways to change energy form manifestation (much like gas-water, ice-water etc.).

7. Have I ever successfully created a portal/wormhole? Yes, I have.
Have I experienced “astral travel/astral projection”? Yes, I have.
Have I experienced consciousness on several densities at the same time? Yes, I have.
Have I met other “interdimensional travelers”? Yes, I have.
Have I achieved a state of “ascension” yet? No, I have not.
Do I have any universal truths or answers? No, I do not. I am merely a “student of ascension”.

Here are a few symbols from the Universal Language of Light, as channeled by Laila Holand, Norway, as well as her personal experience with the Universal language of Light: LAILA and the UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE OF LIGHT

Regarding the relationship between the Path of Compassion (see above entry) and personal ascension:

I would recommend the following articles on the internet:



My personal perspective: “THE SITUATION IS VERY FLUID …”

We hear that phrase constantly these days … and the same perhaps can be said of the battle for the shift of planetary consciousness here on Terra: the situation is very “fluid”. And that is GOOD NEWS, indeed! It is good that we can determine and change our “present” and “future” with regulation and direction of our energies, our thoughts, our words and our actions … and our Spirit. The responsibility for our consciousness and planetary life on Terra is in our hands …

The fluidity of the planetary consciousness shift process also makes speculation about what we are creating difficult. I still maintain that the planet will not end in 2012 or 2013; a passing by Nibiru may affect us, but it will not destroy the planet; and we are already receiving “assistance” from non-humanoids. Furthermore, 2012-2013 may have some significance in terms of a consciousness shift time line, but merely surviving 2012-2013 will not mean that we are “out of the woods”.

Many maintain that we will not get any assistance in the way of Intervention – either Divine Intervention or intervention from the Intergalactic Federation, and that it is only up to us (we Terrans). Well, it has always been up to us and our levels of consciousness. While Terra will not be destroyed, if we do not continue to raise our individual and planetary consciousness then by 2017 perhaps millions will have lost their mortal lives and ascended through the mortal death process. Of course, the severity of destruction depends on how much we need to destroy ourselves. “The Armageddon was inevitable … We needed it, and so we created it. But it is only illusion …” – from “the tunnel at the end of time” (introduction).

As regards assistance from non-humanoids, there have been many other intergalactic and inter-dimensional beings at work on and in regards to Terra for a long time, and their numbers are on the increase. However, it is up to us to raise the level of planetary consciousness enough so that they can assist us within the restrictions of the laws of Free Will.

We are making progress but (like with the Libyan opposition forces) it is still unknown whether (or not) we humanoids will alone succeed in raising the planetary consciousness enough before we do considerable damage to our beloved planet. The planet will not be destroyed; that will not be permitted. Many believe that outside intervention is not “allowed”. My personal perspective is that assistance to “the willing” or an overwhelming majority of “the willing” to save the planet is preferable because that would boost the consciousness of the planet greatly. However, I do not believe that the total destruction of our planet will be permitted. In fact, I can well imagine that contingency preparations for eventual all-out emergency intervention are already underway by our “alien relatives”. Those who would destroy our planet and restrict a shift in consciousness are having to scramble constantly due to demands from the Intergalactic Federation; and because the “destroyers'” agendas, actions and secrets are being “outed” all the time now. Perhaps the biggest danger is that the population might well just sit back and get bored with it all, and stop trying to sort through the information and planted dis-information … becoming pacified, as tv watchers. That – of course – is probably what some “destroyers” are hoping for. Another danger is that Terrans will sit back and wait for an emergency intervention, and not do the work we need to do individually and collectively as a planet. (That is possibly why so few will build up hopes for an emergency intervention now.) We must not be complacent. It is our planetary (r)evolution of consciousness which is at stake; but rest assured: “1984” is here …

“Spiritual warriors” must continue to stand up and say: “No, we will not have that (this) kind of reality on our planet.” All else (embracing fear, refusing to take responsibility etc.) is perhaps planetary suicide and genocide.

“When the concept of Karma is a bitch …”

The way we perceive the concept of karma could have bearing on our personal ascension process. Negative, punitive, separation-based, guilt-ridden thought forms and patterns are perhaps not the most optimal environment for ascension.

I have (perhaps) a different perspective on “Karma” than many. To me, the only thing that is “limiting” about karma is the way we humanoids often perceive it. I do not believe in an old man in the heavens that is mandating and meting out rewards and punishments. In my mind and heart, within a single lifetime, karma in most meetings between personalities here on Terra is largely cause and effect; and from lifetime to lifetime, incarnation choices and circumstances effecting significant “soul development triggers” are the result of contractual agreements in the Interlife (i.e. agreements between ourselves and our soul community, which we agree to in order to learn various lessons). An “easy” incarnation may thus be followed by a challenging one, or vice versa … or perhaps even several difficult ones in succession. We might play a specific role in the lives of one or several souls in order that he/she/they learn various lessons that they deem necessary for their soul development. Karmic relationships within a single lifetime perspective are not punitive either; and (even though all meetings of personalities on Terra in the course of a single lifetime are not planned out) they are not totally unrelated to the lessons we (and others) desire to learn. They provide us with the opportunity to learn unconditional love when we recognize others as fellow soul mates. Some of these “conflicts” may be pre-arranged before incarnating, and others may be the result of matching souls (matching bookends) with perhaps “mirrored lessons” to be learned, gravitating towards one another and setting growth processes in motion. Sometimes we need conflict in order to learn personal strength, sometimes to learn trust, sometimes to learn how we are experienced and seen by others, sometimes to learn compassion etc.

Embrace these soul development opportunities. Once the needed lesson has been understood and assimilated then “thank” the soul that loved you so much as to play a part in your mutual development, and move on … if there is not more you wish to learn/share with that personality at the present.

It can be self-empowering to say: It was not my karma … it was my choice.


The solution is in the process, the path and the perspective/attitude/approach. Life is a corridor with many doors – all leading to seemingly different places but with the same destination … UNLESS (of course) the approach to opening the doors is nuanced.









… GONE …




To me, ascension and the paths of enlightenment and of compassion vibrate very much around the issue of unity vs. polarization. In “my universe”, aspirations towards ascension and enlightenment result in understanding ever more fully that unity and polarization are one and the same; i.e. two vibrations within the same Creator breath (Allah Hu – the essence of God). Service to the Self and Service to Others are one and the same when we see them from the perspectives of non-separation of consciousness and of Self-love = Universal love. We simply cannot understand one without the other. When we give up this “struggle” and embrace the polarization as unity then the need for separation and conflict subsides. We are both the same and different, in a beautifully simple complexity on many vibrational and esoteric levels … concurrently (which really means at this very moment in universal + personal consciousness, since time and space do not exist beyond that). This is another interpretation of the concept “Be here now”. It is not a “choice”, but perhaps rather a submission to that which is. At the same time, approaching unity often requires embracing perceived differences. Unity is not a static point in non-existent time and space but perhaps rather an undulating vibrational sequence – perhaps in figure eight patterns or the sign of the Ouroboros.

DR. JAVAD NURBAKHSH – the only mortal I ever called “Master”:




Two poems by Adam …


Lost in the assertion that
there is no god but God,
the drunken darwish is
rendered ecstatic by the
soma of perfection …
“la ilaha illa allah …
illa allah … Allah!”
Thus, through the magic of Zekr,
does the Serpent
unite with the Regenerative Spirit
and transgress the mundane.
The secrets of the
unwritten runes within
the eye of the triangle
are deciphered solely through
meditations of the heart;
and the rays of initiation
illumine the paths
of those led by
nothing more than
the promise of Salt.


Our dance is ritual;
a senseless obsession
between two moths
playing with fire.
No chains, no whips.
Just bondage … and the
ever-sweet consequence of
a saber’s cutting edge.

SURRENDER … (by Dr. Javad Nurbakhsh)








a funny thing happened on my way home from the gym …

i was standing at a bus stop, waiting for a bus that was due to arrive in one minute when suddenly a white woman and an african woman approached me. the white woman asked me if i spoke english. i figured something was up but was in a chilled out mood, and answered “yeah, i do.” the white woman then asked me her 64 million dollar question, obviously meant to stump me so that they could come with their religious message about jezus. it seemed as if she was training the african woman to proselytize on the streets of oslo. i looked into her eyes and she quietly inquired: “why do you think that god allows for all of the misery that there is on earth? can you give me an explanation for that?!!”

i smiled and replied: “of course … that is an easy one!” i then quickly explained that god does not interfere with petty human relations and he is not an old man in the skies either. god exists in all of us, and in all things … so if she really wants to know why god does not do his job then she had better ask humanoids why we do not recognize the godliness in ourselves and each other, and act accordingly.

they were completely dumbfounded by my reply … and i – seconds later – stepped onto my bus.

Paradise regained … excerpt from “Le Paradis”.

One day – in the not so very distant future – even my vision will seem “normal” in the eyes of the world.

Le Paradis is a 100% fictional work, touching on many issues in today’s French Polynesia: poverty, wealth, ecology, mythology and the conservation of culture and tradition (au sujet de la pauvreté, de la richesse, de l’écologie, des légendes, et de la conservation du patrimoine culturel).

It is my hope that this work will evoke interest regarding both the threats and consequences of modernisation, ecological disasters and materialism for delicate small societies outside the mainstream political, economic and cultural structures propagated by the large and powerful countries of the world. Many of these “peripheral” societies are struggling to maintain their traditions and cultural specificities. I would further venture to suggest that we who live in the large agenda-setting centres of modernisation, military and economic power and globalised culture have much to learn from these small societies in the far corners of the world, and that the survival of the Earth itself may be contingent upon a willingness to learn simpler and more holistic and interpersonal approaches to life, culture and spirituality.

This time I have chosen French Polynesia as the geographical/cultural entity that serves as a background for the abovementioned message; however, it could just as well have been another set of islands, or another remote society.

Photo by Adam Donaldson Powell

An excerpt from “Le Paradis”:


Part three / 3ème Partie Tales and poetic homages about / Contes et hommages poétiques concernant Mo’orea


Alain, the assistant hotel manager, had just arrived in Mo’orea for a three-day holiday with his family: his wife Vaea (“Peace”), his five-year-old son Jean-Marc, and his newborn daughter Solange. Originally from Montpellier, France, Alain Gastineau had taken a job as concierge at the luxury hotel on Tahiti eight and-a-half years ago. He had gotten the job through Gaspard, a friend from the time of his hotel management studies in Switzerland. Gaspard had a friend who had just become hotel manager at a newly opened tourist hotel in Tahiti, and who was looking for French personnel with luxury hotel and restaurant experience, ambition and talent. Gaspard had recommended that Alain apply, citing his previous work experience at top hotels and restaurants in Bern and in Marseille. It turned out that the only suitable position available at the time was that of concierge, but the hotel was doing quite well and the staff would eventually grow … as would the number of management positions.

Eventually, Alain did advance to the position of assistant hotel manager – which he had now had for the past three and-a-half years. The timing was perfect, as his wife was soon to give birth to their first-born child. In addition, while Alain enjoyed his position as concierge he did find it demanding to always be at the ‘beck and call’ of the tourists … who often had rather unreasonable requests and expectations. The job of a concierge is to realise that which is “impossible” – no matter what it takes. Although Alain was good at his work, he personally felt that he lacked the personal contacts required to do the job as properly as a member of Les Clefs d’Or (the professional organisation of hotel concierge staff persons) might. He felt that he often had to struggle to find the appropriate local service providers and merchants necessary to fulfill the rich tourists’ whimsical requests; this kind of local knowledge must be built up over a number of years of experience.

Unlike most of his other popaa (Western) friends, Alain had fallen in love with and married a vahine just a couple of years after he had arrived in Tahiti. He had only planned to work abroad (i.e. outside of Europe) for three years or so, but it was pretty much ‘love at first sight’ between him and the beautiful vahine Vaea. They were a striking couple: both were tall, he had thick, blond hair cut just above the neck, a square jaw, thin lips, piercing blue eyes, a classical roman nose, and an ex-swimmer’s physique; Vaea was breathtaking by any cultural standards with her light caramel-coloured skin, her olive-brown eyes, her long and straight dark brown hair, the longest eyelashes and the most beautiful full-bodied lips Alain had ever seen and (of course) a sensuous, curvy body that would have inspired a ‘Gauguin’ of any century and painting style.

Both Alain’s family, friends and colleagues had cast more than a few hints that he should wait to get married, but it was clear that it was not the “hastiness” of the engagement and ensuing marriage that worried them, but rather the crossing of racial and cultural lines. While no one doubted that any offspring from the union would (undoubtedly) be as beautiful and as intelligent as their parents, it was the exoticism of being a ‘demi’ (of Polynesian-European descent) that concerned Alain’s family and circle of friends and colleagues. Vaea’s family also had its reservations, but for them family is family … and they would embrace and support their daughter’s children no matter what they looked like, no matter who the father was … and no matter whether or not a child was conceived out-of-wedlock.

That the couple wished to marry was cause for a big family celebration, and Vaea’s parents were happy that Alain had had a good upbringing and that he had a good job. Many Polynesians were either unemployed, or worked at menial and underpaid jobs. The children of Alain and Vaea would not be illiterate or poor, and they would learn both French and Tahitian … properly. And so they got married, and their son Jean-Marc was born soon afterwards. They had recently bought a bungalow on the Isle of Mo’orea – somewhat tucked away from the tourist areas – which they had spent a half-year renovating and refurbishing. The small abode was situated on the western coast, near the small fishing village Baie d’Atiha (Atiha Bay); and was not far from Alain’s favourite French Polynesian structure: l’Église de la Sainte Famille (constructed with lime and coral). Vaea had taken responsibility for fixing up the charming little garden which now glittered with tropical plants and flowers, replicas of marae (ancient Polynesian sacred site) statues and wind chimes made of shells that she had collected. Alain supervised the small construction work and hired an interior decorator to help find the perfect mix of French modern and island interior design. The work was recently completed, and they had just brought their family of four to the bungalow for a three-day holiday … and to celebrate Alain and Vaea’s wedding anniversary.

Alain was very happy with his new life on French Polynesia. He was always a conscientious student and employee, but after several years away from Western Europe he had begun to realise that he was – in fact – not 100% comfortable with the “rat race”— with the “he who has the most when he dies is the winner” materialistic mentality, nor the dehumanisation experienced through being a “good soldier” who constantly runs after the clock and conducts his life according to standardised values, thought patterns, ideologies and social-economic systems. He was too young to have experienced the “hippie generation” and was – in the eyes of most people – considered conservative and normal. However, since moving to the islands he had learned to loosen his collar, breathe in between appointments, delight in people who were different from himself and to enjoy the nature around him without “scheduling in” a walk in a city park or a summer holiday. He loved his wife Vaea, and his two wonderful children: Jean-Marc and Solange. They were both quite intelligent, and had many of the typical traits of so-called “indigo children” and “crystal children”: they were intelligent (but quickly bored by things they considered to be unimportant); they were empathetic, sensitive, intuitive, curious, creative, independent … but also rather headstrong and insistent that they just knew certain things to “be true”. Jean-Marc particularly loved Vaea’s stories about Polynesian history, mythology and her explanations of the hand and body movements in traditional dance, the symbolism of Polynesian tiki and tattoos, and he was always “hungry” for information about local flora and fauna. Solange – although only five months old – almost never cried, and her broad smile and open eyes were like the sun rising over Mount Mouaputa (“the pierced mountain”).

Alain had found his “paradis” here in the Society Islands. He was – in many ways – “reborn”. The three days passed all too quickly, and seeing how much Vaea and the children enjoyed the bungalow and their time on Mo’orea, Alain suggested that they stay for several more days. Alain had to return to the job on Tahiti, but could return to Mo’orea on Sunday to bring his cherished little family home. When Alain returned to Mo’orea, he was overjoyed to see his loved ones. They had never before been away from each other for so many days. Solange had been sick for two days – nothing serious, but had a fever – and the local doctor had recommended that she remain at rest for a few more days and return to him on Tuesday. This meant, of course, that traveling back to Tahiti already on Sunday afternoon was out of the question, and Alain telephoned his boss to tell him that he needed a few more days on Mo’orea. His boss (Bruno) was quite understanding, and suggested that he take a two week vacation, as Alain had been working very hard the past months – often relieving Bruno of many managerial functions while the new hotel annex was under construction.

Both Alain, Vaea and his children were ecstatic over being able to remain at the bungalow for yet another two weeks, and that papá was going to be with them every day – without running to work every day and working long hours. When the children had been tucked in for the night, Alain and Vaea had an evening romantic picnic for two in front of the bungalow – with French wine, bread, fruit and cheeses from France and Switzerland, which Alain had brought with him from Pape’ete – and held each other and kissed for what seemed like hours as they gazed out over the Mo’orea landscape and breathed in the luscious, fresh country air.


“Bonjour, mon amour !” said Alain, leaning over a still-sleeping Vaea.

“E aha?” replied Vaea sleepily.

“Ia ora na. E aha te huru?” (Good morning. How are you?) whispered Alain into her ear, while kissing her neck.

“Bonjour Alain. E aha te hora i teie nei? Quelle heure est-il ?” (What time is it?) exclaimed Vaea as she attempted to bolt out of bed in panic for having overslept.

“Aita pe’ape’a! Pas de problème !” (Don’t worry!) replied Alain, lightly pushing Vaea back into a reclining position. “Il est huit heures et quart.” (It is eight fifteen in the morning).
“But what about the children … and breakfast?” asked Vaea.

“Both children are bathed, dressed and waiting for us in the kitchen, and breakfast is all made. We are only missing you … our Polynesian Queen. Why don’t you bathe and get dressed, and we will see you in fifteen minutes or so for a nice Continental breakfast – Tahiti-style,” said Alain, before he kissed Vaea on the lips.

Vaea smiled but pushed Alain away when the kiss began to get a bit too passionate, saying: “Be careful … or I may never get out of this bed. We both know what that kind of kiss leads to!”

Alain tickled her, and they both laughed for a minute before Vaea suddenly ran from the bedroom into the bathroom and began singing in Tahitian. Vaea stood naked before the bathroom mirror, combing out her long dark hair which reached down to her shoulder blades in the back and covered much of her breasts on the front. She thought of her relatives and her childhood friends, and how different her life was from theirs. She had “married well” in relation to most. Her husband was kind to her, generous, a loving father, faithful (as far as she could tell) … and he made a good, stable income. She lived neither in the slums on the outskirts of Pape’ete nor on one of the poor outlying islands where the amenities of modern civilisation were worlds away. She should be happy … and she was – except for moments like this, when she suddenly longed for a simpler and more carefree life, without possessions, without time schedules, and without all the constant expectations that had to be lived up to … both with regard to the French purebred, the demis who were trying to balance between their French/European, American or Chinese roots and their Polynesian ancestry and customs, and her own Polynesian friends and relatives. She wondered what kind of life her own children would have as adults: how they and their children would adjust and fit in, and how much of their forefathers’ cultural traditions and wisdom would remain in their environment and their personal identities. Both she and Alain had attempted to provide the children with a bilingual upbringing, and Vaea and her parents always told the children stories and legends passed down in her family from generation to generation. However, Vaea could already see the results of Western materialism at work, and she knew that her children would have to strive to become as “French” as possible in order to maintain their living standard when they became adults. She was torn. On the one hand, she wanted her children and their children to have all the conveniences that went along with a European or American upbringing: to live well, to have good-paying and secure jobs, to travel the world, go to the best schools, etc., and on the other hand she wanted them to become local leaders who would work to resurrect soon lost traditions and values and, perhaps, even to work for independence for French Polynesia. These were things she wanted for herself actually as well, but she accepted that her greatest contribution and hope was to raise her children to achieve these dreams for themselves and her countrymen. A lone vagabond tear slowly streamed down her left cheek … soon followed by another welling up in her right eye. She splashed some water on her face, put on a Polynesian wraparound and joined her little family in the kitchen for breakfast.

“Ia ora na”, said Alain as he kissed Vaea on the forehead. “E aha te huru? (Ça va ?)”

“E ma’i to’u”, Vaea replied, repeating in French: “Je suis malade.”

“Tu es malade, mon amour ? Qu’est-ce que c’est ?” asked Alain in a concerned tone.

“Aita pe’ape’a (“Don’t worry”) … it is nothing. I feel a little depressed. I think I am just a bit tired.”

“It is no wonder,” said Alain. “You have had the kids all alone, twenty-four hours a day, for several days now. Why don’t you take the day off, and go be by yourself. I can take care of the kids. Besides, I have missed them and have already made plans with Jean-Marc to drive down to the bay and hire a boat for the afternoon. We will take Solange with us. It is no problem, really!”

“That is not necessary. This is your vacation, and we are supposed to be enjoying this free time being together and celebrating …”

“Chuut !” Alain interrupted. “Not another word. We have several days before us, and we will have many fun activities together. You need a break. Perhaps you could go for a walk and take in some nature, or go swimming … or even just relax and do nothing.”

“Well … if you are really sure. I will have dinner ready for you when you get home…”

“Forget dinner,” interrupted Alain again. “We will pick up some delicious food down at one of the restaurants at Cook’s Bay and bring it home. Today you will only relax – Mo’orea-style! It is twenty past nine now; and we will not be back home before six this evening so you will have plenty of time to do whatever you want.”

Jean-Marc was quite excited about spending the day with his father, and had a thousand questions he wanted answers to: what kind of boat they would drive; if they would go fishing; if they would ride Le Truck or a car etc. Solange just smiled and cooed, happy to be a part of any joy and excitement.

Vaea felt a little guilty, but mostly relieved to have a day to herself, and after breakfast urged her little family to get on its way and to leave the dishwashing to her. She kissed each of them as they left the bungalow, and stood in the doorway – waving goodbye until they were out of sight.

She had decided to pack a knapsack with food and drink and to hike around in Opunohu Valley, visiting the many maraes such as Marae Titiroa, Marae Ahu-o-Mahine and Marae Afareaito. If she had time, she might even continue all the way up to the lookout (Belvédère) and take in the fantastic view of Mount Rotui. She became quite excited as she scrambled to put on her t-shirt, jeans and sneakers. This expedition reminded her of those she often took in her youth – sometimes alone, and sometimes with her closest friends. She thought of the delightful chestnut tree forests, the streams, the often elusive side paths known only to locals and the sometimes steep climbs … and the magical maraes – remnants of her forefathers’ civilisation. Vaea was again singing as she left the bungalow and mounted her off-road bicycle. If only for today, she was now on holiday …

The maraes

The warm, mild breeze felt soothing upon Vaea’s face. Sometimes it seemed strange to her how different she felt being on Mo’orea. Even though the island is situated only sixteen kilometers northwest of Tahiti, being there felt almost like she had traveled to another Polynesian world. While there were many tourists on Mo’orea during the tourist seasons, their bungalow was outside of the tourist district, and Vaea both knew of many places she could escape to on the small island as well as the best times to visit natural and historical sites in order to avoid tour groups.

Mo’orea is (of course) famous for its emerald-coloured mountains, its valleys, waterfalls, jagged peaks and volcanoes kissing the skies, incredible views, fabulous lagoons and the delicious sandy shores. It is not strange that it is thought by many to be one of the most beautiful places on the planet. But Vaea also loved the easier pace, and the closeness to traditions and ways of living practised by many of the local inhabitants, as well as the lush abundance of fruits and flora found in the mountains, along the coast and in the valleys: mimosas, puaratas (New Zealand Christmas trees), tree ferns, acacia, lantana and guavas, coconut palm trees, uru (breadfruit), mape (Tahitian chestnut), tou, fara, purau (used to make grass skirts), aito (Iron tree), pineapple plantations, gardenias, heliconias, plumerias, hibiscus etc.

Vaea set her course in the direction of Mount Mouapouta to visit the ancient maraes built by her forefathers and the Belvédère lookout point. She looked forward to sitting and meditating at a couple of these maraes in particular. She always felt both a profound sense of peace and an energising effect when she was there in the middle of the forests, communing with the spirits at these previous social and religious gathering places – well watched over by the tikis (statues).

Vaea took the valley road past the agricultural college and soon reached the Marae Titiroa. She felt her heart begin to race as she dismounted her offroad bicycle and walked through the mape forest. She soon reached the tohua (platform of the council) and the two small maraes nearby. She pulled some bottled water from her knapsack and sat cross-legged on the tohua, breathing deeply past her chest and into the lower regions of her mid-section … releasing all the stress and tension that had built up since the last time she had been at the maraes. After about fifteen minutes of meditation Vaea stood up and walked her bicycle further down the forest path toward Marae Ahu-o-Mahine. According to local tradition the marae is named after the grand chief Mahine, who was chief of the area during the time of Captain Cook. As she approached the altar in the centre of the marae, which was edged by hand-hewn round stones, Vaea asked the spirit of the great Mahine to continue to watch over her family. She felt an inner warmth overtake her, and she was almost certain that the sounds of nature she heard around her were the sounds of the marae coming to life. In her imagination Vaea could discern the voices of groups of her ancestors bartering and exchanging goods, socialising and discussing local politics. She marveled at how these sacred gathering places had been maintained from generation to generation, even building newer maraes around older ones or stones from other maraes. She remembered that the summer solstice was approaching soon; the perfect time for being at the marae as it was generally during the summer or winter solstice that chiefs were honoured. This because the solstices were identified as times where the portals to the stars were most open; and traditionally, deceased chiefs were transported from the coast in holy war canoes and burned on funeral pyres at the marae. For Vaea, these thoughts and stories concerning her ancestors were beautiful “family jewels” to be passed down to her children and their children as a way of preserving at least some of the culture and heritage of Polynesia internally … even though modernisation and globalisation was wiping out much of the traditions and the old ways of living.

From Marae Titiroa, Vaea continued on to Marae Afareaito. The path between the two maraes was confusing for non-natives to follow, but Vaea remembered the way instinctively. She had taken this path many times before in her teenage years. This large marae was her favourite. She sat for a good half hour on the ahu, leaning against the back rests originally used by priests, and gazing out at the crescent-formed archery platforms used by archery competitors in ancient times. She smiled to herself as she thought of the daily news reports about warfare and the use of weapons in violence and crimes all over the world, noting that archery was always a ritual and sporting activity amongst her ancestors … and never a form of warring.

Vaea looked at her watch. It was two o’clock in the afternoon. If she proceeded onward now she would reach Belvédère (the lookout point) in time to eat her lunch and still arrive home at the bungalow in time for dinner. She mounted her bicycle and began the steep climb up the winding road to Belvédère. Belvédère had always been one of her favourite places on Mo’orea, with its scenic views of half the island: including Cook’s Bay and Opunohu Bay, as well as Mount Rotui. There were several tourists and hikers at the lookout when Vaea arrived, so she decided to leave after ten minutes or so … after all, this was a view she knew with her every heartbeat and breath; it was a gateway from her very soul. She proceeded to one of the island’s waterfalls, which was just a short walk from Belvédère. Fortunately, she found herself completely alone except for a young Polynesian teenage couple … embracing and kissing on the opposite side of the waterfall. Suddenly Vaea thought of Alain, and wished that he were here to share in the natural paradise at hand … but part of the magic of this place and the moment for Vaea was being alone; alone with her thoughts, alone with nature and the internal and external silence and harmony.

She sat down on a rock near the cascading water, removed her shoes and ate her picnic lunch consisting of pineapple and guava, cheese and bread. After eating she stretched out onto her back, resting her head upon her clasped hands. Daydream soon turned to sleep, and when Vaea awoke to the sounds of tourists who had found their way to the waterfall she quickly looked at her watch … noting that the time was now almost five o’clock in the afternoon. She must be getting home.

And with that, Vaea proceeded to walk back to Belvédère and the road. On the way droplets of water began to “rain” from some of the trees. She heard the tourists in the distance exclaiming that a storm must be coming, but Vaea looked up into the clear blue sky and smiled while thinking that the tourists had obviously not been told about the “raining trees”. Vaea had her own ideas about this phenomenon, amusing herself with the idea that the trees occasionally rain tears of sorrow in remembrance of dead chiefs … upon command from Oro, the Polynesian God of War. It was, after all, the followers of Oro who brought the tradition of building maraes from Raiatea (Havai’i fanau’ra fenua, or “Havai’i the cradle”) to Mo’orea and Tahiti. (Vaea had experienced “raining trees” on both Tahiti and Mo’orea.) She also wondered if the trees were not crying because the marae tradition had been abandoned. By the time Vaea reached the lookout, there were no tourists left and she spent another fifteen minutes gazing out at the reflections of volcanic peaks in the waters in the distance. It was then that she decided that she would convince Alain to move to Mo’orea. It would be better for the children, for her and for their relationship. She felt the stress of living in Pape’ete even more so now that they had been away for days on end. Alain could initially commute weekly to work on Tahiti … just as some of the other inhabitants of Mo’orea. Besides, in his line of work, she was certain that Alain eventually could find the same kind of job at a luxury hotel on Mo’orea.

The bicycle ride home seemed quicker than the journey to the maraes and Belvédère. She was a woman with a purpose, and the seeds of change were waiting to be sown. It was a quarter to seven in the evening when she arrived home. When Vaea walked through the doorway of their bungalow, she was received affectionately by Alain and their children. Alain had bought Tahitian poisson cru for dinner (cubes of raw fish marinated in lime juice and coconut milk).

“Ça va ?” he asked eagerly.

“Oui. Ça va bien !” replied Vaea.

Vaea hugged both her children and spoke only Tahitian throughout the meal. After tucking the children in for the evening Vaea walked into the main room of the bungalow, began to sing and dance in a flirtatious way before Alain and then pulled him to his feet, explaining: “Come with me to the bedroom. We have a lot to discuss …”

Alain needed no further coaxing. And Vaea smiled wryly, humming to herself the old film song: “A man chases a girl until she catches him.”

Copyright Adam Donaldson Powell


Save the planet … excerpts from “Le Paradis” (Paradise).

One day – in the not so very distant future – even my vision will seem “normal” in the eyes of the world.

Le Paradis is a 100% fictional work, touching on many issues in today’s French Polynesia: poverty, wealth, ecology, mythology and the conservation of culture and tradition (au sujet de la pauvreté, de la richesse, de l’écologie, des légendes, et de la conservation du patrimoine culturel).

It is my hope that this work will evoke interest regarding both the threats and consequences of modernisation, ecological disasters and materialism for delicate small societies outside the mainstream political, economic and cultural structures propagated by the large and powerful countries of the world. Many of these “peripheral” societies are struggling to maintain their traditions and cultural specificities. I would further venture to suggest that we who live in the large agenda-setting centres of modernisation, military and economic power and globalised culture have much to learn from these small societies in the far corners of the world, and that the survival of the Earth itself may be contingent upon a willingness to learn simpler and more holistic and interpersonal approaches to life, culture and spirituality.

This time I have chosen French Polynesia as the geographical/cultural entity that serves as a background for the abovementioned message; however, it could just as well have been another set of islands, or another remote society.


Part One / 1ère Partie

A story about / Un conte au sujet de
Pora Pora (Bora Bora)

Part one / 1ère Partie – chapter one
a meeting of friends

“Bonjour Afaitu ! Ça va ?”

“E aha?”

“E’e, aue ho’i e. Ia ora na. E aha te huru?”

“Très bien, Eperona. Et toi, comment ça va ?“

“Oh, comme ci, comme ça. Je pensais que tu voulais parler uniquement en tahitien aujourd’hui !”

“Excuse-moi, je ne t’avais pas bien entendu, j’étais perdu dans mes pensées.”

“Qui t’a volé ton coeur et tes rêves cette fois-ci ? Est-ce Mireille ou le beau Matahina ?”

“Non non, je pensais à certaines des vieilles histoires que mon grandpère me racontait au sujet de notre ancienne patrie; Lemuria.”

“Ces vieux contes de bonnes femmes ?”

“Fais attention, Eperona. Les dieux n’aiment pas que nous nous montrions irrespectueux envers eux.”

“Tu es étrange, Afaitu. Tu as toujours été un peu étrange. Mais bon, parle-moi de Lemuria.”

“Qui est-ce qui vient vers nous ? Ah, c’est Erik. Bonjour mon ami ! Won’t you join us for a little Tahitian storytelling?”

“Bonjour Afaitu … c’est si bon de te revoir, Eperona. I have been asking about you in Pape’ete. So you have been hiding out here on Bora Bora? Are you visiting with Afaitu?”

The three men greeted each other with handshakes as well as with a kiss on the cheeks, and Erik (the Swede) sat down besides his two Polynesian friends.

Erik offered them cold beers from his rucksack. Eperona eagerly accepted, but Afaitu politely declined.

“Il fait chaud aujourd’hui. Tu n’as pas soif ?” asked Erik.

“Afaitu is in one of his serious moods today. He has been trying to get in touch with his spiritual ancestors, and is therefore staying away from the Devil’s brew (you know: pia). But I am certain that he would like some cold water and a joint,” said Eperona with a playful snicker.

“Pakalolo? Sorry man, I wish I did have some marijuana. But I do have some bottled water with me and (of course) a pack of Marlboro cigarettes. Will that do?”

Afaitu graciously thanked his Swedish friend for the water and a cigarette, while suggesting: “Hey, why don’t we take my boat out to a motu and spend the afternoon just chilling out? We can pick up some sandwiches and fruit, and perhaps even some mahi mahi on the way.”

“Mahi mahi sounds good to me,” said Eperona in his slightly post-adolescent manner … grinning, while adding: “and some more beers too!”

Afaitu shot his two-year younger friend a pretend-stern look, and then broke out into laughter.

“What? What did I say that is so funny?” asked Eperona, himself unable to keep from smiling. Erik thought he had been left out of a personal joke, and his eyes quizzically darted from Afaitu to Eperona, finally resting on Afaitu.

“It is nothing, my friend. You have been exactly the same since you were sixteen years old: the joys of your life are so simple. As long as you have fish, women and beer, ‘tu es au paradis’!” replied Afaitu, smiling and throwing a pebble at Eperona.

“Hey, cut it out!” retorted Eperona, as he playfully wrestled Afaitu onto his back, pinning him down with his muscular arms and shoulders. “And speaking of women … should we invite some to join us? What do you think, Erik? I know this hot …”

“Merde ! What a fucking braggart. Don’t listen to his crap talk, Erik,” said Afaitu while pushing Eperona off of himself. “You would think that Eperona is the biggest stud and womaniser in the whole of French Polynesia.”

“Et alors !” joked Eperona, now standing over his two friends and thrusting his hips and groin forward in repeated erotic movements – half dance and half sex simulation.

“Damn, Eperona! You look like a raerae or a mahu impersonating an amateur Polynesian dancer for tourists,” shouted Afaitu … causing Erik to laugh and Eperona to pounce on Afaitu again.

“Amateur? Raerae? My uncle is a raerae, so I take that as a compliment. In fact, you should BE so lucky! Here … I will show you how a “raerae” fucks a titoi (a wanker). Roll over … I’ve got something for you!” cried Eperona out as they tussled; and all three men laughed uncontrollably.

“You are both fucking weird,” shouted an amused Erik. “So where is this motu, anyway?”

Afaitu once again pushed Eperona off and brushed the sand from his chest and thighs while saying: “It is Eperona’s and my favourite motu here on Pora Pora. Trust us … you won’t be disappointed, I promise. And once there I will tell you both stories of our beloved ancestors from ancient Lemuria.”

And with that the three young men proceeded to the market to buy provisions before boarding Afaitu’s small fishing boat. There was a refreshing light wind blowing over the turquoise-coloured water, and it already looked like paradise.

After securing the boat the two Polynesian men and the long-haired, tall and lean, blonde Swede scrambled onto the sands of the motu, eager to bask in the salty air tempered by a cloudless sky, a mild breeze and each other’s company. Afaitu had even managed to find a few joints while Eperona and Erik shopped for food and drink at the market. …

“Oui !” exclaimed Erik to Afaitu. “Tu as raison. C’est bien le paradis !”

Afaitu grinned as he lit up the first joint, his glistening, sweaty caramel-coloured skin the perfect canvas for his dark locks of hair, his green, orange and blue pareu tucked up like shorts, and the elaborate tattoos covering his neckline, shoulders, chest, upper arms and upper back. Eperona was already busy unpacking the mahi mahi and pia, like an excited teenager about to re-affirm his achievement of manhood Eperona’s orange-red French-cut bathing suit highlighted his blondish-brown long curls well. Unlike Afaitu, Eperona did
not immediately resemble a traditional ethnic Polynesian in manner or dress, due to his dual ancestry (part Polynesian and part European) and his family’s high social status. However, he had friends in all social classes and knew how to have a good time at the tourist discotheques, in a fishing boat, in the poorer sections of Pape’ete … and on a somewhat remote motu, together with friends.

Afaitu took another drag from his joint and exclaimed: “And now for a story from the ancient land of Lemuria (also known as Mu or Hiva) … the paradise of my forefathers.”

“Yeah, yeah ‘aitu’ (priest),” quipped Eperona. “Stop hogging that joint … Pass it around and tell us a good tall tale.”

At that moment a sea bird deposited a dropping on Eperona’s head, causing him to swear and his two friends to break up in laughter (the effects of the marijuana added to the hilarity of the bird’s unfortunate poor aim). Afaitu forced himself to stop laughing long enough to point a finger at Eperona, saying: “I warned you earlier Eperona. Don’t fuck with the ancestors!” He then explained to Erik that the name Eperona means ‘offshore bird’ in Tahitian.

And with that they all began laughing all over again … including Eperona this time.

Part one / 1ère Partie – chapter two
a legend about Polynesian Mu (Lemuria)

Afaitu fell to his knees and raised his right fist to his brow (in the fashion of the ancient Atlanteans from the regions currently known as Santorini and Crete). He then took a silent deep breath, closed his eyes and emitted a low humming sound reminiscent of a didgeridoo or a huge cruise ship announcing imminent departure. He then began to explain that the people of Mu were polytheistic, and worshipped many atua (divine guardians) as well as a pantheon of gods on a more secondary level. These gods were competitive with each
other, and were in their own constant struggle for survival. Their power was localised to certain geographic regions. Some of the primary gods identified with the Polynesian region of Mu included Oro (God of War), Tane (God of Craftsmen), Ta’aroa (God of Creation), Tu (Man God) and Hiro (God of Thieves and Sailors). For example, the cult of Tane (ousted by Ta’aroa and later succeeded by his son Oro) was particular to the Society Islands; and Hiro was solely worshipped on Ra’iatea and Huahine. (Hiro’s phallus can still be seen in the background of Maroe Bay at Huahine.) The gods “inhabited” the ritual instrument called the to’o… a stick wrapped in braided coconut fibres and made colourful with red feathers … during ritual ceremonies on the marae.

“Our legends have been handed down orally from generation to generation, and (for those with knowledge and trained eyes) traces of ancient stories can still be deciphered in traditional Polynesian dance and ceremonies performed for tourists, in the maraes (sacred sites) and even in some tattoo art,” said Afaitu in a calming tone that both had the effect of creating a sense of intimacy between the three men and – at the same time – encouraging openness to that which would follow. “The story I am about to tell you is one of many handed down in my family for many generations, told to me as a child by my grandfather Ra’anui (which means ‘Highly sacred one’ in Tahitian). In our family it has been traditional to teach these legends through storytelling, thus enabling the young to more easily remember intuitively. The question of whether or not these family legends are true is inconsequential. They are basically fables that mix true familial stories with myth, and serve the purpose of promoting family bonds and identity with ancestral pride. The particular family legend I will
recite for you now is from the region of ancient Mu where we used to live, and includes some information about the history of Mu (or Lemuria, as it is often called today). So please lie back and close your eyes and open your hearts and Higher Selves to the archetypal remembrances I soon will re-awaken in you.”

“Okay, Afaitu. You are starting to scare us now,” joked Eperona. “But alright. I’m in … just light up another joint.”

Afaitu chuckled at his younger friend’s playful comments, fully knowing that Eperona had heard many such stories from his relatives. “How about you Erik … are you ready, willing and open for this journey?”

“Självklart … mais certainement … I mean, of course. This is better than the cinema or cable tv!”

“Careful, Erik! Don’t let this go to his head … it is already too big for his shoulders!!!” quipped Eperona.

They all laughed heartily, and Afaitu explained further: “The story I am about to share with you is also partially depicted in my tattoos.” Erik then decided to try a little comrade humour, and kidded Afaitu by asking: “So, actually we can just sit here and get high smoking our joint, drinking some beer and get off on your tattoos while you pose and flex your muscles?”
Of course, Eperona could not resist jumping in, and added: “That’s exactly correct … exactement, Erik, mon ami ….. And Afaitu does not even need to open his mouth. I am warning you; once he gets started, his loquaciousness …”

“Not so fast, boys! You are not getting off SO easy!!!” said Afaitu. “Now pass me that joint, and shut up before another sea bird shits on both your fucking heads.”

Eperona looked up into the space of sky immediately over his head with a facial expression that conveyed slight unease and superstition, causing both Afaitu and Erik to laugh. And both Eperona and Erik fell onto their backs under the azure, cloudless sky with the murmur of early tide washing against the motu’s sandy edges. They closed their eyes and fell silent to the wisdom and legends of the ancestors of Mu and Polynesia.

The legend of “Vaite”

Vaite (the pure soul of the divine child) was a young girl of some twelve years when she first discovered her special extrasensory abilities. She was picking hibiscus flowers on the tropical slopes which made up the walls of the lush valleys in the part of Mu later to be known as Pora Pora. This was long before Ta’aroa, the great Supreme One, fished the island out of the aqueous depths after the creation of Havai’i (Raiatea), and named our island “the first born”. You see, many thousands of moons ago the area now known as Pora
Pora, the surrounding islands and landmasses in the Pacific basin area were all part of the Great Continent of Mu. It was a magnificent civilisation; highly-developed culturally and technologically, and it was (according to legend) originally populated by Ancient Ones from faraway stars.

Well, one day young Vaite had stayed out on the slopes longer than usual and looked up into the sky to judge how much time she had to reach her family’s hut before the dusk was overcome by nightfall. To her amazement, she saw an apparition in the skies: blue-white lines and curves that joined together to form circles, squares, triangles, and other geometric formations. Each formation appeared for only a very short time before it was replaced or joined by yet another, each more spectacular than the previous one. Vaite was fascinated by
this “light show” and tears of joy and rapture streamed from her eyes as she laughed nervously and exclaimed to herself and the Universe: “This is it … this is IT!” What IT was, she did not know. However, she did sense that this special vision was a gift to her … and perhaps to her alone. After all, who else was around to see it? “No one,” she murmured while looking back over her shoulders, and noticing (with a feeling of slight apprehension and elation) that she was – in fact – all alone. And yet, she felt also a kind of inner peace and completion as she relaxed and took in the fantastic visual light show. She could almost feel the vibrations of these symbols; they seemed to be humming and whirring, and each symbol had its own variation on a high musical tone. Vaite stayed until the last stage of dusk began to give way to darkness, and ran home, where her parents were preparing a dinner of fish, breads and fresh fruits.

Vaite was the only daughter of Arenui (“the big wave”) and Hemia (named after the goddess of pregnancy). Arenui was a fisherman, and Hemia was a midwife and herbal physician. “Vaite!” called Hemia out to her daughter as she saw her approaching the hut. “So late you are today! Where have you been, my precious?”

“Mamá, you would not believe what a wonderful gift Ta’aroa (the god of creation) has given me! He has shown me the secrets of the Universe!” exclaimed Vaite.

“The secrets of the Universe, say you?” replied Arenui with laughter in his eyes. “Hemia, what did I tell you? It is time to tell the child about the facts of life. Soon she will start to think that babies are born by having sex with the gods … just like some of those fools down in the village say when they try to deny or cover up whose “fruits” they have been enjoying.”

Hemia rolled her eyes at Arenui, laughed heartily and said: “Arenui, I have delivered most of the babies in the village for the last fifty moons, and I can assure you that all were made of flesh and blood. I have yet to encounter one incidence of divine conception. All you men are alike … you all basically think, boast and act in the same ways – thanks to your …”

“Come here my woman!” interrupted Arenui. “I will show you what ‘divine conception’ is supposed to feel like.” He grabbed around Hemia’s waist and attempted to drag her to the floor just inside the doorway of the hut.

Hemia struggled against him, saying: “Stop … you old fool!” And they both laughed hysterically until they noticed that Vaite was standing over them, handing her mother a bunch of hibiscus flowers she had picked. “How beautiful, Vaite. Now run and wash your hands while I finish getting supper ready.”

During the meal, Vaite told her parents about the blue-white rays of light in the sky that so playfully tried to communicate with her. She was convinced that one day she would learn to understand the meaning of these symbols, and unlock the keys and codes of this ‘Language of Light’ the universe was unfolding to her. Her parents were amused by their daughter’s fantastic imagination, and encouraged her to try to draw some of her visions with a piece of coal on tree bark. In those days, only boys were sent to the priests and wise men in the
village to learn about the stars, science and religion. Vaite’s parents knew their daughter to be both intelligent, curious and sensitive, and they were convinced that she would put all learning to good use … even if she had to learn all by herself, without the help of teachers or priests.

Vaite often returned to the same spot on the slopes overlooking the valley, and she always took with her bark and coal with which she could record the mysterious symbols. Often, the symbols in the sky appeared to her so quickly that she barely had time to properly draw one before the next one had presented itself. It was almost as though the skies were urging her to learn their language as soon as possible … it was as if they had something very important to tell her.

Vaite was so open in her spirit and in her heart that she allowed the symbols to penetrate her inner intelligence without question or analysis, and she soon learned to intuit the meanings of many of the more common symbols so well that she could ask questions in her mind and receive answers or comments: first visually in the heavens, and then immediately afterwards inside herself – as confirmation that she had indeed understood. It was not long before Vaite became known as a great oracle in the village and beyond. She was taken in by the priests, and lived in luxury in their village compound. Her only responsibility was to present a new oracle at each full moon, for the pleasure of the priests,
the leaders and wealthy people of the village … and the other local residents.

The oracles were well-received by all, but only Vaite, the priests and the very highest leaders of the community knew that the priests and the leaders often changed or embellished her pure channelled messages to their own advantage. Vaite did not think this was correct, but she was afraid to protest too loudly as her parents’ standing in the community had greatly improved ever since Vaite had become the village oracle. The family home no longer resembled a simple hut, her mother was given an office in the village from which to work and her father was afforded many amenities, including paying less taxes to the village leaders.

All seemed to be going quite well for Vaite and her parents until one day when Vaite gazed into the sky and was presented with a feu d’artifice of a light show that she never before had experienced. It was downright frightening, and the strength and frequency of the symbols bode of violent destruction: the end of the world as known. Vaite shivered as she returned to her room in the priests’ compound in the village. She knew quite well the consequences of bearing messages of ill omen or which could not be used to benefit the leaders or the priests, and she could not imagine that such a terminal message could be used to anyone’s advantage … no matter how ‘clever’ the priests were at “deciphering and translating” her oracles to what they meant was the true message from the gods. At the same time, Vaite knew that she could not hold this information back … it was too important, and the symbols were quite intense and adamant. So, she returned to her special viewing spot every evening for the next five days to double-check this incredible oracle. The symbols sometimes changed but the message was always the same: prepare for total annihilation. When Vaite asked why they would be annihilated, the answer given was that it was because of corruption, and loss of true spirituality on Mu due to issues of spiritual separation and sexual exploitation of animals. Vaite had tears in her eyes as she returned to the village to present the priests with the sad news. As expected, Vaite’s message was not received well … neither by the priests nor by the village leaders. She was beaten and raped, under pressure to take back or change the oracle. But Vaite refused. In the end she was sent back to her parents’ home … in disgrace.

Her parents saw their daughter’s distress in her eyes, which usually shone with light like stars. Vaite could not bear to tell her parents what had happened to her, nor about the oracle. Had the Universe played a terrible trick on her, or was this really the end of the world? Vaite could not bear the thought of her dear parents suffering because of her fall from grace, and kissed and hugged her parents dramatically while explaining that she must go away for a few days.

Vaite walked and walked until she reached the top of the volcano. Standing on the inner edge of the rim she looked once again into the skies and asked for a final oracle. The message from the Universe was the same as before. Vaite threw herself into the depths of the active volcano, and as she as consumed by the flaming abyss Ta’aroa became so angry at this most recent offensive violation by the priests and the village leaders that he increased the effects of the volcanic eruption so that it created a series of super volcanoes across the entire continent of Mu. The ensuing tremendous tidal waves and tsunamis buried most of the continent under water … the continent of Mu was not to rise again
before humanity had shown itself worthy of a new golden age. The date was Friday, the 13th.

Ta’aroa decreed that Vaite would return to Terra when time itself had come to an end, and that she would – in her new incarnation as the Goddess of Creation – first then return to reconstruct the paradise of Mu, as a sanctuary for future workers of the Light and those who had renounced idolisation of materialism, spiritual separation and war.

Part one / 1ère Partie – chapter three:
return to the island

Afaitu concluded his storytelling by making the same fist-to-brow salutation to the gods and low humming sound he had begun with. Eperona had fallen asleep, but Erik had opened his eyes and smiled at Afaitu. “Merci de tout coeur Afaitu. C’était magnifique. Génial !”

They hugged each other in the fashion of true comrades who had just enjoyed a deep spiritual and emotional experience together. Eperona opened his eyes, asking: “Are you finished already?”

Afaitu and Erik laughed, and Afaitu said: “You got kind of lost in the journey, my young friend. How do you feel?”

Eperona rubbed his eyes, smiled broadly and replied: “Mauruuru! (Thank you!). I feel great. I was actually floating above my body and was soaring high above us – just like a bird, traveling through time and space, taking in the images you created as true memories, finally recaptured after a long period of forgetfulness. You are truly good at this Afaitu … much better than my relatives!”

“Don’t rag on your relatives, Eperona. Your parents have named you well,” replied Afaitu. And both Eperona and Erik nodded in compliance.

Afaitu looked out toward the sea and said: “It is time for us to return to the island; we should pack up and get going while the sea is still calm.”

Erik then asked: “Afaitu, you have told us that Mu will once again resurface as a continent and civilisation. Does that have anything to do with the predictions about Armageddon and the shift of collective spiritual world consciousness … you know: ascension, tribulation, and the ecological challenges we are currently facing?”

Afaitu looked quite pensive, and replied: “I believe so, anyway. Although one would think that Polynesia would certainly be washed away as a result of polar shifts, nuclear testing and the growing materialism which is overtaking our spiritual identity due to tourism, the legends predict that Mu will re-emerge and that Polynesia eventually will again become a flourishing spiritual centre and haven for the enlightened beings in this part of the world.”

And with that, all fell quiet … and no one said another word until they took it upon themselves to bid farewell to each other when they docked the fishing boat on the island of Pora Pora. Once on land again, they hugged and kissed each other saying solemnly and slowly (as if they did not want the moment to end): “Parahi oe ….. Au revoir”, and they parted ways … returning to their own individual realities, forever influenced by their deep-seated – collective experience.


Part one / 1ère Partie –

Four poetic homages about / quatre hommages poétiques concernant Pora Pora (Bora Bora).

1) A palette of delicacies

Cloudless azure skies
break silently
against turquoise sea lines.
The sun burns hot
on tattooed skin,
dripping with sun lotion
and sweat.
We devour a
palette of delicacies;
astounding views,
a peacefulness beyond description,
a dish of mahi mahi and a cold beer
next to our beach chairs.
We are born again …
on the island of Bora Bora –
the ‘first born’ paradise –
truly, a homage to the godliness in us all.

1) Palette de délices

Le ciel azuré, sans nuages
se brise en silence
sur l’horizon d’une mer turquoise.
Le soleil brûle
sur la peau tatouée,
l’huile bronzante
se mêlant à la sueur …
nous savourons
une palette de délices;
vues époustouflantes,
paix indescriptible,
un plat de mahi mahi et une bière froide
à côté de nos chaises longues.
Nous renaissons …
sur l’île de Bora Bora –
le premier de tous les paradis –
hommage éternel à la piété des hommes.

2) Tiki

Our otherwise smiling, amenable and
rather handsome island tour guide
had suddenly had quite enough … of
overweight and slow-moving,
middle-aged Americans; of
crude, photo-snapping idiots and
tattooed pseudo-celebrities; and
of the rude European nouveau-riche –
not to mention his own tired feet …
all he really wanted was a
swim in the lagoon (alone),
and afterwards a few
cold beers with his friends.
His patience was already
spent as they approached the
tiki at the last stop of the tour
before returning to the point of departure.
He smiled dryly to the group
and explained that the statue
emulated an ancient Polynesian
God who was both quarrelsome
and impatient:
“You see,” he said.
“He could not bear idiocy …
obviously, he was on the
wrong planet.”

2) Tiki
Notre beau guide, d’habitude souriant,
en avait soudainement assez …
de tous ces Américains, essouflés et vulgaires,
avec leur surpoids, si lents à se déplacer;
prenant des photos à tout va;
de ces pseudo-célébrités avec leurs tatouages;
des nouveaux-riches européens fats et arrogants –
et, de surcroît, il avait maintenant mal aux pieds …
il n’aspirait plus qu’à prendre
un bain dans le lagon (tout seul),
et ensuite, qu’à partager quelques bières fraîches avec ses amis.
Il était à bout de patience,
tandis qu’ils approchaient de tiki,
dernière étape de l’excursion.
Avant de revenir au point de départ,
il sourit sèchement au groupe et
expliqua que la statue représentait
un Dieu polynésien de l’antiquitié,
querreleur et impatient:
“Voyez-vous,” dit-il.
“il ne supportait pas les sots …
de toute évidence, il appartenait à une autre planète.”

3) Vahine of Bora Bora (my secret love)

I have a secret love:
as mysterious as the coral reef,
and as sweet as the scent of
coconut oil mixed with tiare flowers.
We have never spoken, and yet we
instinctively recognise the caresses
clumsily hidden behind our stolen
glances and repressed giggles.
I have a secret love
who cannot be possessed.
She is an object of beauty
to be admired from a distance
and to be made love to in my dreams.
I am for her a curiosity, and only one of many
images of passion to be communicated
in her ritual and ceremonial dances.
I cannot help but stare at the sensuality
of her womanly curves and gyrations
which capture me and hold me hostage.
I have a secret love:
she is my vahine …
in my dreams.

3) Vahiné de Bora Bora (mon amour secret)

J’ai un amour secret:
aussi mystérieux que le récif de corail,
et aussi doux que le parfum de l’huile de coco
mêlé aux fleurs de tiare.
Nous n’avons jamais parlé,
mais nous sentons instinctivement
les caresses maladroitement cachées
sous nos regards volés
et nos rires étouffés.
J’ai un amour secret …
qui ne peut être possédé.
Elle est un objet de beauté,
que l’on admire à distance
et à qui on fait l’amour en rêve.
Je ne suis pour elle qu’un point de curiosité,
et l’une des mille images s’immiscant
dans ses rituels et ses danses.
Je ne peux que la regarder fixement
admirer la sensualité de ses courbes,
de sa souplesse féline
qui m’envoûtent
et me tiennent en otage.
J’ai un amour secret:
dans mes rêves
elle est ma vahiné …

4) The Universal Language of Light.

Dusk sets quietly over
the lagoon at Bora Bora …
on the horizon
are blue-white particles
of light energy;
coagulating and forming
a slideshow projection
of ancient and futuristic
symbols from worlds
long since forgotten –
and many as yet unknown.
This strange ‘language’ is
no mere phenomenon,
but it also has properties for
healing, teaching and communication.
Not merely meant to be seen
as apparitions in the sky,
these symbols are light-sound
energy imprints and transmissions
which constitute a new means of
telepathy between humans
as we move into the Golden Age
and the Fourth Dimension.
Needless misunderstanding and
separation of consciousness
within the humanoid basic triangle
– intellect, heart and soul –
are no longer an impediment nor
a source of disillusionment.
(Shhhh … )
If you are closely attuned you can
both hear and feel the vibrations
of these perfect symbols accompanying
the beating and humming from your
own heart and soul, calming the
ruminations of the Mind down to
the most basic energy sound of all:
“Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhh …”

4) La langue universelle de la lumière.

Le crépuscule s’étend majestueusement
au-dessus du lagon de Bora Bora …
a l’horizon, les particules blanc-bleues
de l’énergie lumineuse se coagulent
puis s’assemblent comme
dans une projection de diapositives
où l’on reconnaît les symboles antiques
et futuristes de mondes
depuis longtemps oubliés
et jusqu’ici inconnus.
Cet étrange langage n’est pas
qu’un simple phénomène, il a également
des pouvoirs de guérison,
d’enseignement et de communication.
Il ne s’agit pas que de simples apparitions dans le ciel,
ces symboles sont des sources d’énergie,
de bruit et de lumière, constituant
une nouvelle forme de télépathie
entre les humains, alors que
nous entrons dans l’âge d’or et
dans la quatrième dimension.
Malentendus et séparations inutiles
de la conscience au sein du triangle
qui forme la base de l’humanité –
l’intellect, le coeur et l’âme –
ne sont plus ni empêchement
ni source de désillusion.
(Chuuut …)
Ecoutez, écoutez donc …
vous pourrez alors entendre et sentir
les vibrations de ces symboles
qui accompagnent le battement
de votre coeur et le chant de votre âme,
apaisant toute révolte de l’esprit,
étouffant le cri le plus fondamental de tous:
“Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhh …”

Photos by Adam Donaldson Powell

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