7 Dimensional Being

"How did you know?", I'd be asked, and the only answer is..."𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞".

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸. And the little girl from the hood who wouldn't understand how or why she was this way for a few decades yet.

Nearly 20 years ago, I sat with a mentor and friend—a deeply loving soul—who helped me see myself through an Indigo lens. I'd never heard of .. the Indigos, or Crystalines or Rainbow children. But I was captivated.

She started sharing her understanding of these souls and it helped me make sense of many personal aspects and traits I embodied in my life. It brought clarity to parts of myself that were still a mystery to me.

It made sense.

I grew up feeling very...not of this world. I had family and friends, but I never truly felt...here. I remember night time would fall, and I would ask my dad if I could go to the park. He'd ask why, and I would say, "𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨."

Understandably, he probably thought I was off to do something dodgy, steal some milk money from the crates, maybe go sneak a smoke or something legit like that ...

But these times, I really did need to be by myself and look at the stars.

I have memories of the feeling I would have when I'd lay down on the mowed cricket strip, on my back, staring at the sky. I'd feel a sense of belonging and joy, like I could find a peace I never knew in my every day life. There was loneliness too, because I felt homesick. But I never knew why. My family felt like my family, but they also did not.

This was the first, profound feeling that our primary form is not physical. We are spiritual beings having this physical experience.

I didn't know it at the time, though.

I recall feeling deep pain for the earth too. I was at school on lunch break at Intermediate, sitting on a netball court because no one was there, and I needed to be by myself because I felt frustrated at

....𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚. I looked at all these people wondering why they were so happy, when the earth was was so sick! I clearly remember this thought "I'm not afraid if the world ended. It should! We don't deserve the earth! It needs to start again!"

Big, deep stuff for a little kid. A little kid who didn't know then she was very much connected to the earth, and the stars and was sensing trauma, and all things, beyond what her own eyes could see.

She'd grow up to be a woman standing on a porch one night, 35 years later, saying to her father seated on the couch "he mate kei te haere, there will be a tangi soon, news is coming" because.... 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗯𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲.

"How did you know", I'd be asked, and the only answer is..."the wind told me".

This is my life now.

And this was her life then, the little girl in the hood who wouldn't understand how or why she was this way for a few decades yet.

And in my first year at high school I watched my friends on the field in the distance, observing them quietly. I'm all of 12 or 13 years old. I looked at these close friends of mine and said to myself "they don't understand me. I don't feel...the same as them".

It's the same for me now. I don't feel the same as many, many people, probably almost all people in my life. Even my family. But I know though, that I simply do not, because I am not.

And inside of that knowing is my life work...awakening others, as I also integrate their stories into my deeper awakening of Self.

I know I am here to assist others, as they help me, in 'remembering' our divinity. And I have had to be on the fringes of humanity to know this, and then know how to help others.

And that is through compassion, and counsel, and care, and sharing my story as the people in my world begin to see themselves through the same lense.

Because when they remember who they truly are, they then are able to find peace that has eluded them, forgiveness when it was hard to find, strength where they thought there was none, resilience, compassion and ultimately... purpose.

Purpose to love, purpose to be loved, purpose to heal. And when they understand this, they embody it, then they share it, and touch others, and move through life in a very different way.

And this mahi continues through the spaces I share, the company I keep, the engagements I have, the work that I do, the jobs and the careers.

It's in every single aspect of my life, because I experience the world in 7 dimensions:

The physical

The emotional

The mental

The spiritual, where purpose, energy, and a sense of divinity align.

The intuitive, where the unseen guides knowing beyond logic.

Into the sixth of infinite possibilities which are the interwoven nature of choices, timelines, and realities—how all paths exist and influence each other. It’s a space of creation and deep connection to the unseen threads of life.

And the seventh dimension is unity, the experience of oneness with all things, transcending individuality. It’s where the Self dissolves into the infinite, and I feel the presence of Source in all that exists.

This shapes how I move through the world, and it is alien to many, complicated to others, and confronting to some.

I've been marginalized, abused, accused, put down, outcasted, misunderstood. You name it.

And the very thing that got me through the mamae of all of that, is the strength that I am only able to draw from the depths of who I am.

And I react sometimes, but eventually, I'll show them love and compassion, in some form. Humanity.

And I say.... one light at a time

I'm a very deep well, and over time I have learned that this journey, if you don't understand yourself, or it, fully, can feel...isolating...because you experience the world through the Indigo lense, and because you are made very differently.

Understanding can shift your entire perspective:

'️𝐈𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠' 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 '𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠', 𝐚𝐧𝐝 '𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬' 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 '𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.'

And when my children were born, I felt a deep desire to nurture their unique qualities by grounding them in spirituality. I wanted them to grow up connected to their higher selves, with spirituality integrated into our home and lives.

Because I knew.

I knew very deeply that Source is Self and we....are all things. And if I left nothing for my children in this life, I left them a knowing of their iho matua, their thread to the Divine, to themselves.

This meant teaching them that their humanity is sacred. Showing them the power of kindness and how it enriches their souls. Helping them understand Source as the ultimate foundation, reminding them that everything else in this world is secondary.

I see the same in my big son - he knows he is different, sees the world through a different lense to his peers, and doesn't fit but is okay not to. Perhaps the difference is seeing myself in him, and knowing I was searching for connection at his age, but I never knew then what I know now. And I have poured into spirituality in my parenting not because I want to be *that* mother, but because I want him to be *himself*.

He was born right on the cusp of Inidigo and Crystalline and so embodies all of these qualities.

I have always said, my job is not to parent them, not really, but that I have simply been charged with the sacred task of assisting them to become whoever they came here to be, so they can do whatever they came here to do

️Indigo children:

Indigo type 1: Born from the late 70s, believed to be spiritually advanced, Indigo children are thought to come with a "fourth-dimensional" awareness, which includes heightened intuition, psychic abilities, and a strong sense of mission. They are seen as system-busters, here to challenge old paradigms and initiate change, often feeling a strong connection to a greater purpose.

Te Rae o Kōhi ️Crystal children:

Often born from the early 2000s onward, recognized for their empathy and sensitivity. Known for their deep empathy and sensitivity, Crystal children are believed to have a strong connection to higher dimensions. They are often seen as gentle and wise, here to bring harmony and healing, deeply in tune with the spiritual and natural worlds.

IhoreiRainbow children: Emerging from the 2010s, celebrated for their joy and strong connection to spirituality. Seen as the most spiritually evolved, Rainbow children are believed to bring pure joy and healing. They are thought to have an innate connection to the spiritual realm, embodying unconditional love and compassion, and are here to help humanity embrace these qualities.

I love you to the stars Te Rae o Kōhi & Ihorei, in this life, and beyond x

The Lion

When Jesus said, "𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗮𝘆", for me, he was not seeking allegiance or devotion. It felt more like an invitation—to live, to be, in a way that reflects the divine.

Be. The. Way.

As. I. Am.

I. Am. The. Way.

A reminder, in love, that we are all connected, all part of the same Oneness.

IO. The Divine. The All.

God. The Great Consciousness. The One.

And to me, The Second Coming is not about Jesus returning as a man, nor about one figure showing us the way again. In my spirit, it is about an awakening of Christ consciousness—a shift within humanity, a remembering of our connection to something greater.

Perhaps we can look at these last few years, full of adversity and struggle, war and murder, disillusionment and deceit and tell ourselves we are in End Times.

I believe we are.

The end of the unconscious state humanity has been in for a very long time.

And if we look again, do we not notice that many, many more people across the world are looking for something more? Asking for truth when once they never did? Demanding more of themselves and digging deeper to discover parts of themselves they have been missing?

Searching for something.. at first.. in this world we all share.. and then...one by one... inside. They are searching...inside themselves.

Awakening.

To who they truly are. Who they truly belong to. Where they truly come from.

My understanding of Jesus has always come from personal experience, not through indoctrination or institutionalised teachings.

But directly from him, and therefore through and from myself, because we are....one.

One in Source, in God, in Life.

As. We. All. Are.

I first met him as a child. I was kneeling in my lounge, praying for my father’s life as he lay in the hallway, clutching his chest, slipping in and out of consciousness. Tears streamed down my face as I begged for help, hands clasped in prayer, knees quivering in helplessness.

"God, Jesus, please, please help him"

I’ve encountered him many times since, in dreams and in moments of stillness.

In my times of shadows and my times of joy.

In one dream, he appeared as a lion, holding me with strength and grace. His message has never changed:

"Be as I am. You are me, and I am you."

Over time, I’ve found myself chipping away at interpretations that feel weighted by ego or distorted by power. I’ve leaned into the essence of his teachings and the wisdom of others like Buddha, who have lived in alignment with this same consciousness.

Living this way hasn’t always been easy. It’s meant standing apart from the collective, being misunderstood or mistaken, or even unseen. But the path has always been clear.

Jesus is my homeboy. So is Buddha. And so are the others who are, truthfully, of the same cloth.

If they had a religion, before you and I existed, before any one single person interpreted any one single teaching from either of these dudes...

It would be... 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

Just Love.

How good, aye?

And Christ consciousness, to me, is not about the return of one person, but about awakening something already...WITHIN US.. and we are ALL...

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 - 𝐎𝐍𝐄

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The Lion: Moemoeā

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆

2019 And I awoke in my Dream inside my childhood home.

Wondering why. And what was I lying on? Soft, warm, this feeling beneath my head and under my shoulders. Who placed me here?

And I rose slowly, still confused to awakening in this lounge room that held me many times as a young girl. A whole lifetime before.

And as I rose, the cradle I lay in moved too.

I sat up still dazed and turned.

There was The Lion.

Powerful. Full of majesty. Commanding respect of the highest. I knew. He was magnificent and made me shrink. He would make all people shrink to the power he held and emanated.

I was sleeping a moment before in the right arm of a Lion.

"Who are you?"...I asked. But I knew.

"Are my children safe?"...I enquired. But I knew.

I knew he would not hurt me. I knew deep inside he was my guardian. I knew he was so much more than I did not understand at the time.

And the mother in me slowly retreated, ushering to him "it's okay, i am just going to make sure the kids are okay".. as if I knew I was never to leave him. As if I knew he was never to be separated from me.

I walked backwards towards the lounge door, and shut it. And in an instant his paw slipped easily into the gap of the door and the floor, here in my childhood home, and without effort, as if to assert his all-encompassing-power, he lifted his paw and the door dissolved before my eyes.

And there he stood, eyes on mine, telling me I am safe, and I must return.

And then I said "okay"... because I knew I had to trust him completely. Because there was nothing else but trust.

And his powerful Lion body consciously walked slowly back to the center of the living room and he paused each time to look back to me, and I knew he was making certain that I was following.

And he lay his Lion vessel back down and his eyes met mine and he waited, and commanded with his heart, for me to rejoin him.

𝑺𝒐 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅.

Mauri: Eternal

I speak often about mauri, and its the only word I have, for now, that can convey the concepts in my (higher) mind.

When I refer to mauri, I am talking about energy, presence, force, space (one's) and so on.

As we head into the season of rest, reunion and celebration, and as I accept, or otherwise, the various lovely invitations to participate in these, I think briefly about the fact I...well.. don't drink

It's no issue. There is no judgement to those who do. For real. But it got me thinking for a minute as to how I frequently offer the "ack, I can't even pull up" line because it's... easily digestible. Joking it off means a short conversation about, nothing, really.

I'm good with that. But then, underneath the relatively easy reason, is me and my ever-deepening desire to...really touch the spaces of the recesses of my hinengaro. To refine the feeling in me that does not yet have full shape and form and therefore are without words to express it yet.

But I know this is -the- process. Māramatanga, layer, by layer. This takes time, flow, consideration, observation.

So, I spent some time on that, and found there are 3 points that weave it all together:

1. When the Wānanga kaiako talked about the phrase "Tihei mauri mate" and stated, according to his belief, that "because death is final, it is incorrect to use the word mauri in this way."

This didn't fit with what was now growing in momentum inside of me. So I peeled back the concept.

I found a few things....

Linear (limited) thinking (decolonize our minds), and finality of death (have we forgotten we are limitlessness?) and so on.

2. Mauri: what does the word mean? This was asked recently. And instead of thinking, it was answered simply: ma / uri... source / derive

3. And finally... my non-consumption of alcohol. Likely, forever. I mean, I never put a time goal on it 2 years ago on December 27 when I shared my last Steiny with my hoa, I just thought, yeah, that's a good idea. Done.

And tonight, reflecting on how prevalent the theme of mauri has been in every aspect and conversation I have explored or had in these last few weeks especially, I have a few thoughts to share. Stick around if you please, or scroll on. It's totally okay.

Before I get into it though, I want to say why I think mauri has been prevalent recently.

It is the overlooked aspect of our world. It wasn't always this way. And while the world is awakening, in parts, we are still recovering from generations and generations of disconnection. Deep, spiritual disconnection.

Mauri is still not the dominant aspect in...

- Our small micro worlds we share when we are chilling with our mates.

- The every day meanderings we take as we roam the streets or footpaths

- The work we may do day after day

- The hui or wānanga we find ourselves in

- The projects we touch or the spaces we fill

Mauri is an aspect, because everything (in a form of living) is of, and has, mauri, but it is not at the forefront of the (higher) mind -in a way that it is momentarily also being perceived or observed from a state of awareness.-

And on a very, very personal level, in my little Maria life, I perceive that my mahi is......mauri.

O te tangata, o te whakaaro, o te whenua, o te ao...

Return it to the -higher- minds, and the in-between and all-encompassing spaces of all things, places, and aspects of life itself.

Return it to its foundational state.

If you're still with me now....? Mauri ora

Weaving together the whakaaro swirling around in my mind, in my tinana, giving form now to the expression... I offer that mauri isn’t bound by time. It doesn’t start or end; it simply is. It exists as life force, a source that sustains and generates itself, flowing, always.

Mauri carries its own mauri—infinite. It resists limitation or control. And we perhaps may forget, from time to time, that we do not control-it-

To think of it as linear, tied to life or death, misses its essence entirely. Mauri moves beyond those constructs, operating in its own expansive way.

Expansive, never retracting.

And te whakapapa o te kupu, which is what I often refer people to when they are enquiring about the meaning of a māori word.

When breaking it down you may find—mā as source, light, clarity, and uri as derived from—it. To me, it is clear that mauri is both the connection to and the continuation of source. It holds its origin within itself while flowing outward, unbroken and boundless.

So, for me, as I unravel the many, many layers of.my.own thinking and be-ing, I embrace that mauri shapes how I choose to move through the world. It’s why I step away, at times, from spaces or actions that feel disconnected from this flow.

It’s not about judgement; it’s about staying aligned with what feels steady and clear, allowing mauri to remain intact and unclouded. In that state, everything flows as it should—limitless, expansive, connected.

M x

The Illusion of your Life

We are not called to save the world.

The world is an illusion.

Instead, we are called to turn inward..where the world we perceive...is created...where all things begin and end and dissolve.

Have you forgotten...YOU are all things and all things are you?

Searching outside of ourselves for sustenance since humanity fell into sleep...

And while we have been asleep, the shadows have grown and the valleys have deepened and the rivers have dried and the distance between Source and 'You' has grown.

Too far, some feel. The road home is too long.

But Home, from where you emerged and to where you will also recede, is Now. It is in knowing, and it is in rememberance.

And the world is still an illusion.

An outward projection of the turmoil of the inner sleep state.

We are awakening, though, because something inside stirs...stirring to force our eyes to open.

And when they do... we will remember...

We are Infinite.

Maria x