The Disappearing Blue Comet

Mumu te Awha

During the Ancient creative time, two lovers, Taki-Uru-Tahi and Taki-Uru-Rua, gave birth to a beautiful child and the Ancient Caretakers named her Mumu-te-Awha, the Blue Comet.

There was much rejoicing in the heavens. It was decided by those Caretakers that the baby’s playground was to be the River of Stardust that flowed through the nursery of the stars, releasing, renewing, and regenerating the young and weary alike.

As she grew older, Mumu-te-Awha’s playground extended out onto every sparkling shore of each and every galaxy in the Universe. Such was the sweep of her play-area that Mumu-te-Awha would sometimes be gone for millennia at a time before she returned to sit at the feet of her doting parents.

It was on one such homecoming that a heartbroken daughter confided to her parents that she carried a deep longing for a companion and wondered if in the expanse of the cosmos was it possible that she was ever going to find a soul mate like her parents had found each other.

“Go out and seek the one who waits for you,” her father advised. “For surely, the longer you delay, the more heartache will be visited upon you.” “And take as long as it takes,” cautioned her mother.

After many eons had passed an excited Mumu-te-Awha returned home to the orbit of her Father and Mother, Sirius A and Sirius B.

“Beloved, I have done it, I have fallen in love!” “Who is it, who is it that has dared to capture your heart?” cried her jubilant mother.

“Mama, I have fallen in love with the Stars,” replied a breathless Mumu-te-Awha. “What should I do now?” Without a moment’s hesitation the advice of her parents were: “Daughter, go out into the sacred void that you know so well and make love with every single sacred one of them,” directed her parents.

“It is very simple my daughter, start at where you perceive the beginning to be and do not let your love be constrained by any illusion, even for the magnificence called Infinity, for love alone will guide you even to the end of that One if need be.”

Many, many millennia later, their precious daughter arrived home pregnant with the twin children of the Stars.

Born of the Stars and among their eternal host, were a female and male. They were the Dolphin and the Whale.

A gift of gratitude was made by the Ancient Caretakers to each child.

The first born, the serene and sleek the Dolphin became with her conferral, the Keeper of the Breath of Life. The other child, the Whale became with his endowment, the Keeper of the Chronicles, and the Practices of Peace.

And as beloved as these two angels were to their parents and the families of the Star Nations, Mumu-te-Awha, had a vision to gift her children to her lookalike cousin Earth Mother to help soften her grief over her separation from her Beloved Sky Father.

And so it happened. In deepest space two Ancient Grandmothers, the blue planet and the blue comet, watched by their adoring Nations, met and kissed.

In the cataclysmic exchange Mumu-te-Awha the blue watery comet, in the only way she could, gifted her life and presented her children the dolphin and the sperm whale to her cousin Earth Mother.

In our Ancient Waitaha Schools of Wisdom, these two beings:  The Dolphin, holds in safekeeping for humanity the secret to Everlasting Life and the Sperm Whale, holds in  trust for humanity the Sacred Text to Peace.

And as wide as the scope of their Mother’s playground, so too was her love for her two children. And as wide as their Father’s vision, so too, is their yearning for their beloved children’s return.

Is it any wonder, my Beloved, whenever we see either one of these precious beings, we are instantly borne away on wings to a place of longing and enchantment. In that mystical realm we are reminded that we are in the presence of divine life, which, if the need arose, could simply transcend the limits of our understandings and be at home, gliding through the perpetual depths of space, starry-eyed and star-kissed.

Maybe, in another life, without the awareness to turn our bitterness and anger into compassion and forgiveness, our hearts and spirits would be devastated if we came upon those in the act of transgressing against them.

It was taught that from the first day, we have been watched from a height, and still we are able to continually confound them with our behavior and indecent sense of entitlement. And yet, time and time again we are forgiven, for the Watchers keep no record.

But the Watchers and Love do have an incredible power, Mumu Te Awha, the Blue Comet, the Twin to Mother Earth, Mother to the Dolphin and Whale, Sirius C, can still be seen today in shadowy, silhouette behind her adoring parents Sirius A and Sirius B all these millennia later watching over her two beloved children.

Imagine for a moment the breadth of her heartache in seeing how humanity lacks the awareness to protect the sacred in all things. 

But the question for ourselves remains, “If we cannot respect the divinity in life forms at odds with our own, how is it then, that we should expect humanity to embrace the divine in herself?”

Beloved, we prayed that the trails and waterways of this maternal planet might one day be walked  and sailed over by a generous humanity, and maybe sometime in the future after that, by generations and generations of their generous and enlightened children. We celebrated and lived life in its tranquil abundance, and yet, we held no attachment or expectation to those things observed and for those things requested.

For in truth, in one fleeting moment of the fiery strike, those things envied, and those things appealed for, could very well become cinders and smoldering ash, that would bend our heads in disappointment and grief.

Since the beginning of our ancient residence here, our people have always likened themselves to the dancing, whispering blades of grass, forever at the mercy of the whimsical wind.

Raymond Te Korako Ruka

Son of Waitaha