The Roadtrip – 20th September.

Lake Taupo, North Island New Zealand.

20th September.

The day before they had arrived at Kerikeri. Molly woke early, just as the light was shifting. Watching the ‘changing of the guards’ from night to day was her favourite time of the morning. Not able to resist the urge to write, she sat on the verandah of the accommodation cottage, surrounded by lush, subtropical bush and listened to the dawn chorus of Tui’s (Native New Zealand Bird with a beautiful repertoire), Paradise Ducks, native quails, Pheasants…the colours in the sky were vibrant, breathtakingly beautiful. As the sun broke the horizon and lit up the garden, she could see ‘Peter Rabbit’ doing his rounds on the lawns which gently sloped down to a small lake, where birds and bunnies basked in the warmth of the early rays of the sun amongst the mist rising off the dew-wet grass. Kerikeri was the furtherest point north they would visit on this trip.

The cottage was strikingly simple in design, the decor natural in colour with varying shades of browns & greens against a cream coloured walls. High raked ceilings with dark timber beams, and large glass sliding doors invited in the wild gardens of a variety of mature trees of so many kinds, most of which she has never seen before. The leaves were huge, making her feel like she had stepped into in a scene from Alice In Wonderland. It was a very magical property. She felt excited about the day ahead, exploring a new town. A strong nudge had prompted her to visit the Stone Store, the first and oldest store still in business  in New Zealand. But for now, she would enjoy the magical morning from here on the verandah, as she took a little time to contemplate what she had been experiencing through her meditations. 

Her awareness of Life was changing dramatically. These experiences with Grace had begun to dissolve the mental barrier between her physical life and the presence of her soul. They had given her an insight into a whole other world that was so easily accessible, a glimpse that convinced her that Life does continue beyond the death of the physical body. She had always believed that the life of a soul was eternal, but had no idea of the multitude of levels of existence beyond this physical life and of how these were intertwined with the Life she was living here on planet Earth. It was like she had discovered a crack in the fabric of the Universe and was able to see what goes on behind the scenes. And who was Grace really? She yearned to know more….

After breakfast, Molly and Will walked along the bush track downhill to the Stone Store, situated on the water front of the Kerikeri Inlet. It was peaceful now, but in the years that have passed much had gone on there. Initially it was a Maori settlement and then the missionaries came and built the house and the store. The Inlet provided an alternate route inland to cutting through the think bush by hand. Boats brought stores and produce from the ships anchored just outside the inlet, several miles away. Their visit to The Stone Store was great fun. The energy there was playful and light. With a growing awareness of the Spirit Realm, Molly was able to sense the presence of the spirits who still resided in this building. They were happy that their environment had remained unchanged, The Stone Store still traded as a store, everything as it should be (according to the residential ghosts), the staff dressed in period costumes and the shop was set up to display and sell the original types of products from its earlier days – nails, tools, fabrics, food…just about everything necessary for life in the 1800’s plus modern day treasures, all available for purchase. There was a mischievous atmosphere and, looking around the store, Molly caught a glimpse of a Spirit Person behind the counter with the lady who worked in the store. She saw a young man, dressed in tweed trousers, braces, a white shirt with its sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows and on his head was a matching tweed cap. He intentionally caught her attention and then mischievously, he stood behind the woman working in the shop and smacked her bottom as she bent over to get something from the shelves beneath the original shop counter, the woman totally unaware of her ghostly admirer. He saw Molly watching him and gave her a naughty wink, then vanished, his laughter lingering in the air. 

It was late morning when they began the drive home, heading to Opinoni on the Hokianga Harbour where they stopped for lunch and a walk along the Harbourside beach. In the distance, across the water, were the massive sand dunes, the golden sands glistened in sunlight. It was so peaceful wandering along the shoreline, the waves curling gently onto the beach. They drove on to the Waipoua Forest to visit Tane Mahouta – one of the largest remaining Kauri Trees. The land in this area was once covered by these awesome guardians of the forest.  It was a very spiritual experience and quite humbling being close to this ancient warden, having observed life on earth for over 2000 years. They continued travelling south to stay overnight at Kai Iwi Lakes, which contained the clearest waters Molly had ever seen. The next day the couple would head south to Dargaville, across to the east coast to Orewa, Whangaparoa, Auckland and on southwards to Lake Taupo. They loved to stay at Lake Taupo, to enjoy the hot mineral spas and walking along the shores of the Lake searching for the hot water spots. Sometimes they stayed at The Chalet on the water front across the Lake from town at Acacia Bay. Each time they came here the weather was markedly different, and she enjoyed the variety of moods the Lake presented. 

After their visit to Tane Mahuta, Molly felt the lingering presence of a spirit person in the back seat of the car. She saw a vision of a young Maori warrior and he was desperate for them to stop, making his presence felt very clearly. At first Molly was daunted by this, and then she became fascinated at what she was witnessing. The surroundings of the car seemed to dissolve around her as she concentrated on the image of this Spirit Person demanding her attention, watched on as the vision morphed from a boy to a young man. For such a seemingly young man, he looked tired and weary. He told her he had had enough of the battles, the wars, the fighting, the deaths, the struggles. He wanted peace and he wanted to go Home. But he felt a responsibility to stay in this World Between Worlds, because there were others who were running amok, and he knew their energies were affecting those in the Physical World. He could see how it was affecting them and he did not like what he saw. He told her that these Spiritual Beings played with the people in the Physical World like the pieces of a chess game. He felt responsible to help move these Spirit People on, to persuade them to go Home with him, up north to Cape Reinga and be set free. This young warrior knew Molly could be of assistance to him, and his urgency was strongly felt by her. He did not want her to leave Dargaville, because he himself had never left the area and had always been told that he could not go past the town boundaries. Despite this, he was eager to interact with her. Overwhelmed and unsure of what to do or of how important this information may be, Molly said nothing and Will continued driving on through the town. Crossing the town boundary she could feel the presence of this man being pulled backwards, and then he was gone. Driving on towards Orewa, the car felt empty, leaving an air of desperation. Unsure of what she had  encountered, Molly didn’t mention anything to Will just yet. She was thinking of writing to Grace about it first and hopefully get a better understanding of what this encounter may mean. They stopped over night at Orewa and continued their journey south the following day after the peak hour traffic through Auckland, and on towards Lake Taupo.

It was a long drive to The Lake, and Molly was silent most of the way. She stared distantly out of the window wondering what she should do with this information. It felt way beyond her ability to deal with it, and yet she could not leave it alone. “You ok Babe?” Will broke the silence, bringing Molly’s attention back to the car. “yeah, I think so. Just thinking about something I need to ask Grace about. Her eyes brimmed with tears, unable to contain the emotion, she started crying. Quickly  Will pulled the car safely into the breakdown lane, reached across, wrapped his arms around Molly and held her as she cried. Coming up from air, she apologised. “No need to be sorry Babe, it’s ok – you know that! What’s going on? Can you share it with me?” Molly told him briefly about the vision she had had whilst driving through Dargaville. “I need to talk with Grace about this before making any decisions. Actually I have no idea what I am supposed to do with this.” Feeling more settled, Will continued the drive south. They were not far from Taupo now.  

Having settled into their accommodation at The Chalet overlooking The Lake , Molly had time to reflect on the amazing experiences she had been encountering whilst on this road trip. She wanted to share them in more understanding with Will, after writing to Grace. He loved to listen to the stories she wrote, they inspired his art work, and helped their relationship to grow. The change in both of them was interesting, of how their perception of Life had shifted, especially for Will. Before meeting Will, Molly had immersed herself in reading a variety of spiritual teachings, Esther and Jerry Hicks and the Law of Attraction, Wayne Dyer, Eckhardt Tolle, Deepak Chopra, Caroline Myss, Florence Scovell-Shinn to name just a few.  Her spiritual awareness grew and evolved as she participated in workshops on many topics from Angels and Spirit Guides, yoga and meditation, breath work, spiritual healing, shamanism, the study of Reiki, homoeopathy, clairvoyance, channelling, all contributing to the improvement of the readings and healing therapies she had done in her little clinic above the cafe in Paraparaumu, before  marrying Will. She couldn’t get enough and was fascinated with this other world which seemed to be exisiting or coinciding with Life here in the Physical World. Now she had been given the opportunity to explore it more thoroughly, through this unique relationship with Grace. And again, came the question….But who is Grace? 

Looking out of the window across the Lake, the low clouds hovered just above the surface of the water and it had been raining on and off throughout the day. The  air was muggy, the winter chill had gone from the air, the trees now budding and flowering, Spring was making Her presence felt. Will sat at the table with his easel focussed on a drawing. Molly felt relaxed and ready for meditation and writing, hoping to visit Grace in The Attic once again. She had become comfortable with this concept, this time travel or whatever you might call it. As her body relaxed with each conscious breath, she feels the shift of energy and finds herself in her own home, at the bottom of the stairs. It felt just as real as when she was sitting in the chair in The Chalet. Her heart beating rapidly, excited to be doing this again, she walks purposefully up the stairs, the sensation of the worn timbers of the bannister feeling very real beneath her hand. The door is partially open and the familiar fragrance of Nag Champa incense wafts down the stairs. She opens the door to find Grace sitting on the floor dressed in simple, loose, raw cotton clothing on a large cushion covered in brightly coloured, decorative Indian fabric. The evening is still cool enough to enjoy a fire, more for comfort than necessity.

“Come join me, we need to catch up,” Grace invites her. This is true, it has been some time since they have been able to sit together, with Molly driving many kilometres before reaching the Lake. Joining her on the floor Molly’s body feels tense and there is the sensation a heavy weight being lifted from her body. “Just breathe,” Grace reminds her, and each breath makes her feel lighter and lighter, reminding her of this non-physical aspect of herself which she has been neglecting somewhat lately, slightly distracted by the amount of travel they had been doing. Will had a deadline that he needed to fulfil requiring them to return home soon. However, meeting here with Grace now reminds Molly of the importance of taking care of this precious part of herself – meditation being just as important as physical exercise or yoga. Breathing slowly now, Molly’s body relaxes some more, helping to give her undivided attention to this higher consciousness and vibrational state of being. Through her imagination, creative visualisation, she can go anywhere, free from Time, distance, or demands of the Physical World.  She has learnt that this is her safe place, and that nothing can come into this space without invitation. The energy in her heart is expansive, such a wonderful, uplifting sensation – blissful.

Keeping her eyes closed, Molly can see the vision of a large swirling vortex of energy in front of her, drawing her in, the energy having an irresistible pull to it. It is hypnotic, magnetic. Surrendering to its seductive forces, she allows herself to fall into it, feeling the sensation of gently swirling round and round, suspended, supported, held, free to move in whichever direction she desires, face up, face down, swimming, floating effortlessly. It is so cool, like being in a gravity free environment. Molly realises that she can mould this space she is in, that the vision is pliable, that she can expand the room, changing its shape purely through focussed thought, sitting still, levitating, she imagines the walls moving outwards, and watches on fascinated as  they respond to her thoughts. She imagines a bunch of freesia’s brightly coloured, with a delicious fragrance. She can see and smell them! Then she recalls her old cat Oscar curling up in her lap, purring and warm, his soft black coat against the bare skin of her arms, and it feels so real! And it is, because, in this special space, in this World Between Worlds, imagination and thoughts are very real. 

“So what is it that you would like to experience now?”  Grace prompts her. She and Will have done so much this year, what with their travels, finding the house, her change of career and Will coming home to work. They love the life they are living, and are aware of just how much of it they are creating with intention and having fun doing it. Thoughts do become things, daydreams can become reality. Enjoying the freedom of floating, Molly wishes to stay a little longer in this magical realm of imagination. Her mind is free, her body is free, and her soul is free. Everything is being taken care of and everything is always working out perfectly for them. She realises the power of thought, all from within, that can be accessed simply through meditation and creative visualisation. Molly had needed this time in The Attic for herself. She would discuss the young warrior with Grace another time, and she now felt totally at ease about this. All in Divine Time.

Her awareness shifts and sensing the weight of her physical body, she finds herself sitting in the armchair in The Chalet overlooking The Lake, the clouds low and heavy with rain, the lights of the township across the water twinkling like stars through the mist. All is well, all is very well indeed. 

24th September.

The next morning Molly woke early. Leaving Will asleep in bed, she made a cup of tea and sat in the cane chair which faced the window looking out over The Lake, taking in the variety of colours of the sunrise. Her mind drifted over the past few weeks, recalling the very interesting events she had experienced and the realisation that she can see dead people! For the first time, without being in a state of meditation, Grace’s voice pops into her head. “Well, actually they are not dead people, they are very much alive people, but no longer existing in the Physical World!” Grace chirps excitedly at Molly’s realisation. “And the sooner more of you remember that the Physical World is only a minor part of your soul’s existence, the more peace will be experienced amongst humanity, there will be less fear. Spiritual Beings having a Human Experience – remember! Ah, but the individual experiences of Life are delicious to be observing.”

Molly looked around the room to see if she was able to actually see Grace, but the room appeared empty except for Will’s body, still sleeping soundly, softly snoring in the bed. Her eyes were drawn back to the peaceful view across The Lake, and she remembers that they are on the last stretch of driving before returning to their home. This made her feel excited, it had been three weeks since they drove away from their much loved home. She wondered what has happened in the garden and what plants will be flowering now. Will had been preparing the garden beds for vegetables, so a trip to the plant nursery is something they can do on their return. And then there is the loft studio to complete. She sneaked back into bed and snuggled up next to Will, waking him gently, as it is time to have breakfast and pack the car for the last drive home.

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