© Copyright Marianne Rink Chrysalis-House Brisbane, 2006

In mid February 2006 we arrived in New Zealand. The South Island with its natural beauty beckons to visit an area I had not been to before. LAKE HAUROKO lies within the mountains of the Fiordland National Park. For some reason, Kevin suggested to me one morning: "We should visit the Lake. You have work to do there."

We set out from our lodging the next day and arrived at the Lake’s shore around 3pm that afternoon. A strange stillness greeted us. I had been told that the Lake is prone to high winds, whipping up its surface to be quite dangerous to small watercraft and that indeed quite a few lives had been lost to this phenomenon.

There is no sign of disturbance now, the water gently lapping the shore as Kevin and I walk along the long pontoon stretching out into the clear cold water.

I brought fresh Frankincense and Myrrh resin and tobacco as offerings to the Spirit of the lake. We stood in reverence and silence for a while, taking in the scent of the smoking resin, enjoying the warm glow of the afternoon sun. Standing with our eyes closed in meditation at the time, an unexpected huge splash unsettles our tranquillity. The small shell that held the burning incense tilted and spilled our offerings into the Lake. I quickly said a prayer.

Then at once a heavy wind picked up, blowing strongly at us, so that we had to hold on to one another. As quickly as it started, it ebbed down only to start again to blow and ebb at intervals.

"Strange!" I thought, "The trees along the shore are not moving!" and decided to enter into a conversation with the Spirit of the region.

What I felt and what was conveyed to me at the time makes much sense to me: This area, Lake Hauroko and its surrounding mountains, was and is in part an ancient portal of inter-dimensional transit. The story as it unfolded in my minds eye is quite a complex one.

Once man came to this region aeons ago they recognised, that the energies transmuting via this particular portal were what they perceived to be “irreverent ones”. In their attempt to hinder these “irreverent’ spirit energies from entering into our forbears world, the ancients erected, what I will simply describe, a barrier.

Seeing these inter-dimensional gateways cannot be shut down by physical means, the earthbound spirits of these knowledgeable ancestors remained and formed a bond that grew denser and denser. Anyone or anything entering into this space of protection was to be held captive right where they were detected so as to prevent any energies or spirit to permeate into earthly vibration, endangering the hopeful and awaited upliftment of humanity as it were. These ancients perceived a reality that differs from how modern man looks at his world read more.

Today our common understanding of “time and space” does not allow for this kind of understanding. We perceive ourselves to be logged in a ‘particular space’ at any given ‘particular time’. Once we broaden our horizon and understanding, it feels more comfortable to recognise that indeed we share more than one ‘reality’. This is what I take to be true, this is what I believe.

What I look for depends entirely on what I think, and that depends on what I perceive. Any perception determines what I believe. That is what I take to be true and so it becomes my reality.

The recorded history around Lake Hauroko and the fact, that in our modern times people and animals that enter (though they are not aware of it) into the sphere of the portal are at times mysteriously killed or demised spell testimony of a mystery, of something that is essentially unknown to us.

Several fisherman, both Native and European have lost their lives in the lake, others were killed in hunting accidents in the forests surrounding the lake. A local helicopter pilot received a psychic warning after day tripping tourists to the lakes island, unknowingly showing grave disrespect. He vowed never to return.

This Island in the lake is the burial ground of a Maori Princess. Many stories are told about her death and why her body lies buried in a cave on the Island. Native People are saying, that one always should cleanse one selves in the salt water of the sea after visiting the Lake and the Island.

Traces of the ancient knowledge regarding the sacredness of this region remain. For not the right reason one is held captive and in respect about that place, rather than through a knowing of what actually is represented here.

After communing with the ancient Spirit of the Region, the Spirit of the Lake, the Collective Consciousness of the earthbound Spirits remaining to guard the portal and the Guardian Spirit of the Moriori, the one female loving energy that accompanied me since February 2005 on all of my journeys, I was instructed to release all earthbound Spirits from their duty and allow them to journey forth through me.

Their place has been taken by holy spirits and helpers who are making sure, among other duties, that the portal once more becomes a transition point for lower vibratory energies to enter and journey through our three-dimensional world onwards to higher and lighter vibration.

As Kevin asked me to let him know when I thought to return back to the car and drive back to town I felt that I would like to rest for a while.

Sitting under the trees on the shore of the lake in silence, I gave thanks and made sure that I had done all I had come to do. It was a very peaceful experience, the moment tranquillising everything around me - even the sandflies!

Finally sitting in the car, we both fell into a deep sleep and woke abruptly to the shriek cry of a bird. Three hours had past since we arrived at Lake Hauroko. With a sense of sadness in my heart Kevin drove us back out of the valley. At the boundary, where the native forest meets the pastured farm land, it felt that I had left something behind.

I turned and looked back along the dusty road realising that my female spirit friend had stayed behind. The image of her loving expression, her smile and her love remain with me wherever I am. Her journey has come to an end; she has taken her people home.

Every time I think of her, tears of joy come to my eyes, waves of love wash over me and I wish only to be of service. Aspects of her presence remain.

I slept for most of the following day, recovering my strength and putting my experience of Lake Hauroko into words. From the bottom end of the South Island of New Zealand we went on a few days later to re-visit the region of Akaroa near Christchurch further north.