On the subject of 'Energy Nexis''...
Totally believe there are areas which are I guess convergence points of *energy*.
I know of and/or have been to a few right here in my own country, New Zealand.
Definitely some trippy places here no doubt.
I'm thinking of one I have been shown where all the stereotypical events/anomalies happen - such as your watch doesn't work, and if its a digital
watch well forget it it ain't gonna work again. Cellphones don't work within that area, yet will right up until you reach the place. GPS systems
don't work there...any readings you get from there put you apparently in all manner of places. Again, your GPS will be accurate right up until the
place then its just nonsense. Compasses, blah blah, all the usuals.
This particular place is considered a place of healing for my people.
It has been used for centuries by us so the stories go. Its a place to be taken to if you need to find some answers about yourself, to just ground
yourself and cleanse off all the attachments and baggage that we allow ourselves to become burdened by in our everyday lives.
Like many of these places it is also somewhere that doesn't have a map to it, isn't advertised or the location of openly shared - it is a place you
are taken by the elders to 'when the time/person is right'.
I know that sounds all airy-fairy but in many ways thats how my culture has always operated...things are not demanded or requested or expected...they
are delivered to you, taught or shown to you when you are judged as being ready to receive it - or in need of it at that time.
My own experiences at that place I can share as they are mine to do so:
What I found mindblowing about this place was the inner 'dichotomy' I experienced there.
My mind was both silent and still yet bustling with sound and images. Peace and conflict...chaos and calm. I guess that was what I needed to
experience and why I was taken there...to have some stillness and calmness WITHIN all that inner turmoil so that I may be able to further examine the
chaos in a way that didn't draw me into it, from a grounded mindspace that kept me safe.
There are other quite powerful places I know of. Interestingly I work within the Mental Health sector - have done for some 14 years now. I know, the
irony is not lost on me...
There is a place close to where I work that is quite a healing place. It is the brow of a hill/cliff-face overlooking the citys harbour/ocean. It is a
place where our two main winds from the North Island and the South Island connect and converge.
I've taken some of our clients there...those who are experiencing episodes of mania particularly. I walk them up to this place and get them to stand
in a certain spot...and the effect is amazing. They just come down quickly...calmness comes over them...its like the energy of those winds just blows
away or takes the edge off the energy of that persons mania. Better than popping a pill for sure.
One other interesting *energy* area I know of is one I actually discovered by accident - yet upon telling my elders about it they were already aware
of the place and instructed me to never return to it again and to never tell anyone or show anyone where it is. Indeed a few of them were quite upset
with me that I had been there - even though it was accidentally - and gave me a right ol' telling off before doing a karakia/prayer over me.
I was out hunting once...had been 'in bush' for a few days now and was hunting in some adjacent mountain ranges to my usual hunting spot.
I tracked a few deer for a while, briefly caught sight of them off in the distance a few times but mainly just followed their tracks through the
The tracks led up over a ridge and down into a valley. I followed them down into this valley then nearing the bottom/basin of this valley noticed that
the tracks actually somewhat doublebacked on themselves. The deer had gone down a bit further, then turned around and came back up.
I also noticed that the tracks were deeper, more erratic. From reading tracks over many years you get to pick I guess the 'manner' in which an
These tracks weren't normal everyday 'just ambling along' type animal tracks, they were spooked. They were hurried, paniced and bolting away from
No worries I thought, carry on following the tracks. The tracks actually went to the side of the valley and led up along a ridge to the other side of
the valley and back down the other side again. Again I think I only ever caught sight of the deer once while tracking them back up and along the
ridge. I thought that strange - as deer, in my experience most animals in the bush, are essentially lazy animals. Well, maybe thats a bit harsh, but
they generally take the easiest routes to wherever they wish to go as opposed to winding their way through undergrowth, up hill and down dale when
they could have just walked straight through the basin of this valley.
By the time I got to the top of that valley again it was around mid afternoon...I had been tracking these deer for hours and figured oh well, good on
them, they get to live another day, I better start heading back to my encampment as its a fair hike away.
I started back down into the valley with the plan of tramping directly through the basin and back up the other side. As I got closer to the basin my
*instincts* just started kicking off. Something just didn't feel right about this place at all. I noticed that the birdlife, which is normally
abundant in the bush, was becoming few and far between...so too the insectlife. I also noticed that it grew quieter and quieter the more I walked down
into this basin. The sounds of birds etc just died right out.
My inner-voice was just saying "dude, no good, this place is no good" to the point I actually locked down the bolt of my rifle and flicked off the
safety ready to fire. Thats something I just DON'T do...I always leave my rifle-bolt partially open for safety and only ever fully lock it down and
disengage the safety just prior to taking a shot at a deer or pig.
I just got this chill that got colder and colder with each step. I noticed the colour of the foliage was less lush and rich, it started to look more
and more faded, eventually going from a pale green to an almost gray colour.
It was practically right at the bottom of the basin that I noticed I could hear nothing. No sound. Anyone who has ever been in a florishing bush knows
that they are surprisingly alive with sound. Birds, animals, trees moving etc. This place had nothing. All I could hear were my own footsteps and
I snapped off a branch - heard that loud and clear.
Tossed the branch away and up into a clump of trees...heard it clearly impacting and falling through the tree canopy. Yeah. This wasn't normal at
So, as they say, discretion is the better part of valour...I made like those deer, doublebacked and hightailed it out and AROUND this basin...
Again the freaky thing was as I hurriedly made my way back up and out I notice that sounds came back, I could hear the birds and usual bush noises
coming back getting louder and louder. Once out of there, boom, everything was 'normal' again.
Not surprisingly I didn't stay my intended week in the bush...instead the very next day I packed up camp and hiked my butt back outa there and headed
home quick smart!
What was that place?
Well...I didn't go right into the very centre of that basin.
But if I was to just go with my instincts I'd said it was a place of death. A place where the energy and feel of death just seemed to hover. It was
NOT a pleasant place at all. You bet I've listened to my elders and have NEVER gone anywhere near that place again.
The real scary thing was standing there close to it...inside me was this push-pull going on...part of me screaming at myself to get outa there fast
and part of me just wanting to keep walking right into it. Feels yucky to even remember it.