The Roadtrip continues…

5th September.

The next day Molly and Will headed north from Lake Taupo, stopping at a cafe in Tokoroa for brunch, where they had the oddest experience. Having returned to the car after brunch and whilst Will was making a phone call,  a car pulled up behind them and tooted its horn. Persistently again, they tooted, expecting Molly to move their car. Looking over her shoulder,  she ignored them as it was easily possible for the other car to have reversed into the park, but instead they were insistent that she move on, and tooted again. Slightly annoyed she turned the key, started the car and drove out of town, as Will continued with his phone conversation.  Molly heard voices behind her seperate to Will’s voice, and she could hear giggling in the backseat. Looking in the rear vision mirror, all she could see were their luggage packed in the back. There it was again, she was sure she heard giggling! 

After settling in at the next Motel on the northern side of the town Thames, the Gateway to the Coromandel Peninsula, Molly sat outside to write in her new journal to Grace. Spring was still making its presence felt in this part of the country, it had been a glorious warm day and the sun was now setting on the other side of the Firth of Thames, casting rays of golden light up into the fading blue sky, reflected in the calm waters before her. The breeze was cool enough for her to need a jacket, particularly when the warmth of the sun disappeared together with the light of the day.

Dear Grace,

As I am writing to you now, I imagine myself walking up the stairs to The Attic. Opening the door, I see you sitting at the table with two Maori boys. What is going on? 

She closed her eyes and focussed on the vision forming in her imagination.

“Come on in Molly, there is someone I would like you to meet….Molly this is Tama and Harry.” She turned to the boys and said, “Allow me to introduce you to Molly.”

“Molly, The Boys have come to let you know they have been sent by their Ancestors as your escorts or Spiritual Guides for the road ahead. They are to protect and guide you along the way, and get a ride with you up North where they have a celebration to attend. Looks like you are going up the Coromandel Peninsula!” Grace announced. “There are particular protocols and permissions required for some places, some you are not to visit at all, and these boys are here to let you know what to do. They will just sit quietly in the back seat of your vehicle, but you must pay attention to them. Understand?”

Molly nods her heard, slightly amused but also realising that there was a seriousness here too, that this was of importance.

7th September.

The following morning Molly and Will enjoyed breakfast in the garden of the Motel over looking the Firth of Thames. Such a beautiful place, the waters were so calm and peaceful, a gorgeous blue sky day. Molly was overcome by a deep appreciation of this wonderful life she and Will were sharing, of the unique way they choose to live each day. This area of New Zealand had a relaxed, laid-back feel to it, although it was Spring and she could only imagine how in Summer it would be buzzing with lots of people on holidays. They went into the township of Thames to explore. She was very aware that they were not on their own, occasionally hearing giggling in the back seat  of the car. Thames was an old gold mining town, and it would have been wild in its heyday. The town had some beautiful 19th century architecture and the couple wandered for hours enjoying the well-kept houses and shops. Returning back to their motel before sunset, Molly was eager to write to Grace again.

Dear Grace,

Another beautiful day at Thames. Oh how I wish you could see the buildings here! And how I wish I could visit you again. I don’t know what is happening, but I just love how the meditation transports me to The Attic room. How can this be? Can we do it again?

Curious to see if she could, Molly settled into meditation and, just as easy as yesterday, she found herself at the bottom of the stairs. They are so familiar now, the worn steps and smooth wooden hand railings, the deep red stain of the cedar door with its crazed porcelain handle and scratch plate outlined with faded pink roses and fine gold trimming, the ornate Art Nouveau style brass surrounded the base of the handle and key hole. On entering the room, Molly saw Grace and the two Maori Boys sitting cross-legged on the floor by the fireplace, the chairs pushed back out of the way, between them is a pot of tea and several bone china tea cups. Grace was handing the boys a cup each as Molly appeared in the room. How funny it is to see these big guys sipping tea from fine, delicate tea cups, which looked so tiny in their strong hands. Grace seems quite at home with her visitors.

“Evening!” she greets Molly with a lilt in her voice. The Boys nod and greet her in unison, “Kia ora!” (A generalised term in Maori meaning hello) 

“Kia ora!”  Molly replied. 

‘Oh it’s wonderful entertaining company again, having The Boys here is fun. They are welcome to stay as long as they wish to,” Grace smiles happily. “Boys, if you will excuse us, Molly and I have some business to attend to.” And with a blinking of Grace’s eyes they are gone. Surprised, Molly looks to Grace questioningly. Casually brushing off what appears as magic to Molly, Grace asks, “Ready to do some work, my dear?” inviting Molly to join her at the table. “It will help if we start with a meditation.” Taking her hand, Molly instantly feels at ease here in this odd but somehow familiar environment. She senses herself becoming lighter and lighter, such a delicious sensation. A knock at the door brings their attention back into the room. Grace opens the door to find an old lady standing on the landing, her clothes are simple, her hair scooped up into an untidy bun and she has several teeth missing. In her arms is a piglet, which wriggles and squirms, grunting. She holds this out to Molly and says something in a language she is unable to understand. The woman insists that Molly is to have it, so she takes the squirming piglet not much bigger than a large puppy. She closes the door behind them all, as the warm little piglet snuggles into her body, latching onto her finger and sucks hungrily, grunting. Molly looks with surprise to Grace, who stifles a giggle and opens the door again, revealing one of The Maori Boys now waiting outside. He steps through the doorway and bows respectfully to the older lady, who grins back at him, her eyes scanning over his fit, muscular body, looking at him like he is an ice-cream on a hot summers day! He takes the piglet from Mollys arms and returns outside, shutting the door behind him. Molly, amused at the situation she has found herself in contains a giggle

Grace pulls out one of the Bentwood chairs from the table, and indicates for the old 

woman to sit down, unsure herself of what they are to do. This being completely new to Molly, she lets Grace take care of the old woman, and sits down next to Grace at the table. The old woman reaches forward and sweeps her hand across the polished surface of the table. What appears before them on the top of the wooden table is a vision of a small farm. Like watching a movie, they can see in the background snow-capped mountains and there are goats grazing in the distance, they can even hear the gentle tinkle of the bells on their collars, and faint bleating. Mesmerised by what the old woman has created, they can see an old man working in the fields with a hand tool, slowly turning over the soil. He looks up at the sun and wipes his brow. Tired, he continues, but then he stumbles and falls to his knees, holding his chest, pain ripping through his body. Other than his dog by his side, no one is there to see, no one is there to help him and he passes into Spirit. The dog stays with him and Molly can see the dog howling. After awhile, the old woman slowly walks up to the field, having heard the dog, which raised her concern. She reaches the field, finding the old man lying in the dirt, she kneels beside him, crying. The dog waits quietly beside the two of them, looking at her longingly. The scene dissolves and all they can see now is the wooden grain of the table top, the old woman sobbing, her body shaking with grief and hopelessness. Grace takes the woman’s hands and looks deeply into her eyes, in their reflection she sees the face of the woman’s husband.

There is a knock at the door, breaking the spell that had held their attention.  Grace looks to Molly and nods her head, indicating for her to answer the door. Molly gets up from the table and opens it to find the woman’s husband standing in the doorway. He removes his hat politely and bows before entering the room. Quietly he comes up behind the old woman, who is bent over the table, her face in her hands crying. There is a look of adoring love on his face as the tears run down his rosy cheeks. He places his hand gently on her shoulder and she turns in surprise to see him. The moment of recognition between them, the love for each other and the relief of their reunion is an energy that fills the room, affecting them all. The old man takes his wife’s hand and helps her to her feet, embracing her gently in his arms. As they embrace a warm glowing light surrounds them and as it intensifies, the couple become translucent. There is a brief moment of dazzling light and then they are gone. Speechless Molly looks at Grace, but they are interrupted by the door bursting open and the piglet running across the room squealing excitedly, with Tama not far behind. Molly cannot help but giggle at what she is seeing, and the laughter breaks the magic of the moment, snapping her awareness back to where her physical body is sitting at the small table and chairs in their Motel room back at Thames. The sun long gone and the room dark, she found Will curled up asleep on the bed.

9th September.

Molly and Will decided to extend their roadtrip and drive north up the Coromandel Peninsula, to Whitianga via the township of Coromandel for lunch. The scenery in this part of the country was breathtakingly beautiful, the road winding up through steep lush green hills, valleys, and areas of thick native forest. They stopped at the lookout on the top of the spur with elevated views to the west of Waiheke Island in the Hauraki Gulf, and across to the east over to the Bay of Plenty. On leaving the low lands, the morning had been cool with a light cloud hugging the coast, which cleared as they began to drive up through the hills.  Remnants of the low lying cloud still hugged parts of the coastline below.

Staying the night at Whitianga, they were woken at around 4am by a mild earthquake. Being on the second floor, they could feel the building wobble side to side. There appeared to be no apparent damage, and they fell back asleep unaware of a tsunami warning alarm.  On waking when Molly recalled what had happened during the night, and looked out the glass doors with a slight apprehension.  People were walking on the beach and the road into the township was busy again. She had seen on the on-line news that there had been a tsunami warning but there had only been a few larger waves than usual, nothing to be alarmed about. 

Molly had woken feeling a little unwell, a dull headache persisted and her vision was slightly blurred.  She had been feeling a bit off since the last experience of visiting The Attic in her meditations. She took some paracetamol hoping it would take care of it. That morning she and Will went to a cafe opposite the entrance to the small harbour. As she looked out the window, across the road was the waters edge and a jetty where the ferry landed.  On the other side of the harbour, on top of the cliffs was the site of an old Pa (Maori word meaning fortified village) The site was high up on the hillside with a clear 360’ degree view of the area. It had steep sides and rocky cliffs carved by the weather reached down to the waters edge. From where they were sitting, she could see clearly in the stone cliffs the outline of human faces. Molly thought she heard in the distance the sound of a woman wailing and a baby crying, but there was no one else around them. A wave of sadness swept over her and her eyes prickled with tears. After coffee they walked across the road to the reserve to sit on the grass and enjoy the sun. Lying on her back, the warm sun made her sleepy, and she dozed in and out of sleep. With the sounds of the outside world fading…in her dream state she saw The Boys. They have come to say goodbye, for this is where they needed to be. They had come to be reunited with their whanau (Maori word meaning family, kin, close friends) in Spirit. There was some kind of celebration or commemoration that they were to stay on for. 

“Wake up sleepy head!” Will shook her playfully. 

She sat up, with saddest of faces and said to him, “Oh Will, The Boys have come to say good bye.” Molly had been sharing her writings with Will. He was  fascinated by her experiences, not quite able to understand exactly what was happening, but willing to accept them, as he knew well the kind of work Molly had done in the past, as a clairvoyant and Tarot reader. 

Molly felt an emptiness in the car as they drove south to Hahei Beach.  The road wound up through the hills and back down to the coast again, through more beautiful lush fields, steep hills and villages so small they almost missed them as they drove by. The beaches on the other side of the Peninsula were quite different, sandy bays, clear calm waters with many of islands off the coast. Hahei is a small cove with a stunning sandy beach, and some of the islands were visible just off shore amongst rich blue-green coloured sea waters. There were dark brown rocky outcrops at either end of the beach. At one end was a Pa, and the other was a walking track to Cathedral Cove where there is a huge walk-through cave. This walk was a popular tourist destination and people from all over the world came to visit.

Casually strolling on the beach collecting shells in the warm sun was just what Molly needed to shift her headache. Her blurred vision had cleared after The Boys had left. She and Will climbed up the track to the Pa, where they were able to see further down the coast to Hot Water Beach.  Lying on her back in the warm sun, she stared up at the clear blue sky. It felt like the ground was hugging her, and she felt safe and at ease. What a wonderful place to stay for the next three days…

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