After seven weeks of "Dancing in the Dark in Wellington" the way I described it in my vita, I took a ferry to the Southern part of the island, where I hired a car and ended up driving along the coast of the entire island within three weeks - along the West coast to the South, and along the East coast further to the North - all in all approx. 6 000 kilometers. Always, the ocean was with me on the passenger's side.

And there were many moments during the trip when I felt like turning right, leaving the straight road, in order to drive into the sea. After all, while my body was driving straight ahead glimpsing my destination very close, my soul kept speaking, dancing and wafting towards the right and to remote distances. My body spent this time in this space all alone, while my soul was bathing in a large community of returning peoples, crying its heart out, blissful from finally having found these long missed beings again. However, the scope and significance of this journey only became clear to me many months later.

Initially, it started out as a second attempt to go on vacation, but not a single mile of this travel had been prepared. From the seven people I met during these three months, there wasn't a single one who had not been waiting; not a single one, who felt like a stranger, even if I happened to meet them for the first time in this lifetime. There wasn't a single encounter which had not been announced weeks and months before and in some cases even described in great detail.

New Zealand - Southern Island - West Coast - Hokitika
November 6, 2005

The night I arrived, after I had made myself comfortable in the room, I had just enough time to walk to the nearby beach and stayed there until after nightfall. It was overwhelmingly loud, a thundering roar, and at the same time still. I could sense something inside of me changing. I felt different from the way I usually felt, and I realized THIS is my home, not the Jade Motor Lodge. The Lodge provided a comfortable home for my physical body. Here, however, at the ocean shore, where the water was rolling onto the coast with more momentum than I had ever experienced before, I could feel my soul's home. Daunting waves, strong and thunderous, welcomed me and broke before my feet. 

I could hardly see, feel and breathe in enough. Like a child, I found myself running through the crashing waves with turned up trousers like a child. Between two waves, it would remain dry for five seconds and then be under water again for 10 seconds. Afterwards, it fell dry again, then it became submerged in the water again, a perpetual cycle. Depending on how steep the shore rises, the waves would run 15 to 30 meters. It happened several times that I found myself standing on dry sand for a moment, whereas in the next moment the waves would reach up to my hips and I ended up standing in the ebbing water up to my knees. I needed to push against the backward flowing water with all my might in order not to be pulled along in order not to be pulled along with the receeding waves, while the sandy beach was washed away under my feet. And I had hardly found my balance, the next wave arrived and forced my to bring my camera and dictaphone into safety.

It was dancing with the waves, a passionate exchange and trial of strength between me and the ocean. I could hardly get enough of it all. I found myself screaming with joy and laughingly shouting towards the ocean that they should all come. Yes, I called, screamed, cheered and sang out loud to the sea, and the roar of the crashing waves guaranteed that nobody could hear me, although there were only three people to be seen in the distance, anyway. While I was singing and chanting, I could sense the energies between me and the beings out there coming into some kind of resonance and beginning to communicate. Just like I cheered into their direction, they, too, seemed reply and convey messages to me.

Suddenly I knew that many unembodied beings come to the shores of our continents from the sea - into our embodied lives. I could sense and see them riding on the wave crests into the area where the breakers hit the shore and reaching the body spaces of those waiting for them on the beach via their breath. I witnessed them riding, surfing and flying. Entire groups of beings began to arrive in waves along with the rhythm of the ocean waves. And again and again, what came up was the word ASGARD. My mind had no idea what I was dealing with, while my heart was watching an entire people rising out of the ocean. And they became aware of me and began to approach me. My ego said, "You must be crazy"!, and my heart welcomed them, breathing them in and allowing them to be alive in me and to use me to go ashore.

Only after night had fallen completely and I was already stiff with coldness, an inner voice reminded me to return home. I was drenched up to my chest area and covered by a salt-crust, and the cold was so severe that I was barely able to tremble. Still, I did not want to return home, like a child just wanting to keep playing - until the end of all that is - playing until the death of this body, which was cold, wet and salty, but happy that night at this site.

On the inner planes, so many things happened that I was unable to grasp it at that time. Only later, looking back into this time-space, I became aware of many details which had escaped me back then, but which had unerringly impacted and guided my body nevertheless. Some things which had already started days and weeks ago continued here or were fulfilled. Other things which would continue over the years to come, started right here.

From the outer perspective, I spent the days on my own playing, having a lot of time and a great sense of calmness inside. I found myself playing with the pebbles on the beach, with the waves, my camera and the subjects for photos, with my thoughts and fantasies. Although I was only there for two full days plus one night and one morning, I seemed to have had - and made optimal use of - all the time in the world.

I created a "beach workshop" for myself, where I began to build archways, circles and spirals. I laid out stone circles and did not want to spend even one second without the crashing of the waves. I wanted as many beings as possible to come to the shore via me in these few days! At the same time, I wanted to do something meaningful during the process, so I began to collect stones and to arrange them into patterns, just simple ones initially, which kept becoming denser, more concrete and complex. There were hours when I was busy looking for stones and making patterns with them like a one possessed.

Nowadays I know that it was not me who had craved these stone circles but them. Not I had been playing but them. My body had been available for them as a Breathing Gate, through which they were able to find access to our world. And right away, they began to explore everything by touching it - and to play with stones - because after having spent many millenia in the etheric realms, this was the first time they were holding physical stones in their hands again.

And of course this game was not limited to these few days on the beach of Hokitika, since after that they accompanied me in order to lay many more stone circles at many more places. If you would like to see them, please take a look at the stone circle gallery or at the postcard series.

Even though - or exactly because - I was only playing all the time, it seems difficult to tell in retrospect what had really happened. In retrospective, it now seems to me like a wild round dance between the worlds, a journey between the different dimensions and a dance with innumerable beings and humans. To me it feels as if I had spent two years, rather than two days there. On the night of day three I felt extremely restless and very undecided. I had to move on, but didn't want to. Should a spend another night at the Jade Motel, hire the room for one day longer than planned? One part of me said, "No, we will continue the journey tomorrow morning". And the other part said, "But I want to stay. After all, I am on a holiday; I don't have any appointments to keep"! Finally the first part fell silent, allowing the second part, my inner child, to throw a tantrum. And then it said, "Look!"

There was a huge cloud shaped like an arrow in the sky, and it pointed towards the south, the direction I had planned to hit on the next morning.

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