Episode XVII: Rotorua - New Zealand

Mu´s Tiwanaku

Our trip to Rotorua was intended to find the Maori so they could tell us their people stories and the wisdom they were willing to share about their lands.

But our ambition to make the world's information reach everybody was blocking the view of other possibilities.

Tired from the journey and for so many battles against us and our emotions, we desisted from making any contact with the native people, because all our attempts have been failing.

Matias was facing a hard internal process, in which all the emotional forces were mixing as ocean waves in the waist, and, even though we knew it was a preparation for all of us for what the rest of the way might present as an opportunity , the fatigue and the obstacles we were facing were making him doubt over and over again about keep on walking; that's the reason why during our stay in New Zealand there were very few the appearances and comunications.

Rotorua was perhaps the peak of depression and crash inside ourselves and in the external world. So we decided to return to Auckland in order to sleep and wait for the flight that would take us to Sydney the following day. But along the way, something caught our attention.

About 20 km from Rotorua, traveling along Route 5, en route to Auckland, we were surrounded by a strange landscape. The tone of Gaby saying "look such a rare stone" ...was the only thing that managed to lift Mati's spirit. Along 5 to 7 miles there were clusters of small stones, hillocks, hills full of tiny little forests, guarded by dolmens ... We decided to stop and observe the way. We jump fences, gates, even electrical fences, practically sharing pens with some bulls, reaching up to these strange clusters.

Looking around, Matthias and Diego recognized that they were the sites of an ancient city, just as the Kaimanawa Wall in Taupo. They were presented as clear evidence in our eyes, an unknown history and thousands of thousands of years, that went unnoticed or ignored by the locals. Nothing marked the area as an archaeological site or a natural park, but there were tons of rocks perfectly cut and fitted together, some already badly eroded by thousands of years, others thrown by the force of the ancient trees that grew between her fissures. A lost world was standing before our eyes like magic.

There was no better goodbye of the region better than the recall and the feeling of the this gift offered by the ancients. We took the energy of the place, and from that moment we began to cleanse us from the depths of our being, though, even knowing that the Sacral chakra was keeping many more situations for us throughout the vast Australian desert and the mystical islands of Indonesia..

VIDEO 

GALERIA DE IMÁGENES

click aquí