I was driving behind a line of logging trucks heading toward Marsden Point the other day, and it hit me. We aren’t just looking at timber; we are watching the literal skin and bone of Papatūānuku being shipped offshore. This is the "Leaky Bucket" in real-time. We export the sunlight, the rain, and the soil nutrients—the embodied energy of our whenua—and in return, we get a bit of fiat currency that leaks straight back out on petrol and plastics.

In our latest research, we’ve identified that the struggle in the North isn't just about a lack of money; it’s a battle between two different operating systems: Babylon and Zion.

Babylon is the system of extraction. It’s built on "Newtonian" software—the idea that everything is separate. It treats the land as dead matter and people as atomised units of labour. This is what we call Chrematistics: the art of making money for its own sake. It’s thermodynamically "Entropic," meaning it creates disorder. It leaves us with road damage, silted harbours, and social fragmentation.

Three Threads, One Kākahu: The Harmony Of Physics, Faith, And Whakapapa

I’ve spent a lot of time on the porches of Taitokerau, listening to the old people talk about the "good old days" while watching the logging trucks carry our whenua away. It’s a heavy sight. You see those logs—61% of our timber exported raw—and you’re watching the sunlight, the rain, and the very nutrients of our soil leave the harbor. It’s what we call the "Leaky Bucket" economy. It often feels like we are caught between three different worlds that don't speak the same language: the Whare Wānanga, the science lab, and the Bible. But here in the North, we are realising they aren't competing; they are three threads of the same Kākahu.

I was standing on the side of the road near Maungatapere the other day, watching another line of trucks hauling raw logs toward the port. It’s a sight we’re all used to in Te Tai Tokerau. But if you look at those trucks through the lens of physics, you aren't just seeing timber. You’re seeing a massive export of embodied energy.

For decades, our home has been treated like a "Leaky Bucket." We send away the best of our whenua—the sunlight, the rain, and the soil nutrients that grew those trees over thirty years—and in return, we get a few low-wage jobs and some fiat currency that usually leaves the region the moment we spend it on petrol or power.

There’s a heavy feeling hanging over our towns lately, a kind of quiet isolation that shouldn't exist in a place as connected as the North. We’re surrounded by whānau, yet the "loneliness epidemic" is hitting us hard. It’s because we’ve been sold a lie—a "Bad Explanation" that says you are a solo agent, a "self-made man" responsible only for yourself. We’ve been conditioned to think of ourselves as separate "billiard balls" clicking against each other but never truly merging. This is the Newtonian error, the architecture of Babylon, and it’s making us sick.

Kia ora e te whānau. Pull up a chair and let’s have a real talk for a moment. 🌿 We often think of our faith or our deepest beliefs as a direct, unedited download from the heavens—a fixed rock that has never changed. But if we look at the whakapapa of history, we start to see the fingerprints of men where we expected the hand of the Divine.

The truth is, much of what we call "standard doctrine" in Te Tai Tokerau was forged in the fires of political survival. In the language of physicist David Deutsch, many of these "rules" are "Bad Explanations"—ideas that are easy to vary because they served a specific person’s power rather than the universal truth of the Woven Universe.

Ever felt like you’re standing in that grey space between the dark and the dawn, not quite sure where the path is leading? That’s Te Whaiao—the shimmering transition where potential starts to take form. In the tradition of the Whare Wānanga, this is the bridge between Te Pō, the realm of becoming, and Te Ao Mārama, the world of light.

This Christmas, as the Pōhutukawa blossoms paint our Tai Tokerau coastline red, I’ve been reflecting on the ancient "Word" (Logos) from scripture. It’s wild how these frequencies vibrate at the exact same level as quantum physics. In science, we talk about Entanglement—the fact that once two particles connect, they are forever linked across the universe. In our Māori world, we call this Whanaungatanga. Whether it’s the breath of the Creator or the quantum field, the message is the same: you are never truly solo.