I contemplate my smallness in the Universe as a tiny ‘sugarbag’ bee. This stingless native honey bee is one of my totems. They create spiral hives that go clockwise. Scientists don’t understand why. They grow from the centre outward, modelled after the Milky Way Galaxy. The ‘sugarbag’ bee spiral-shaped hive architecture design moves as it expands outward in a clockwise direction in sync with the Galaxy model. Insects habits and habitat are mini-models of the greater Universe. The spirits of the dark underworld in the high and low places employ predator tactics of the insect world to ‘catch’ unsuspecting prey. The methods are shown to me by Granny (RS) with insects are consistent with vibrations and frequencies and sense danger with.’ feelers’ attached to the head the operation centres in the universal rhythms of life and my strongest.’ metaphysical.’ attribute of my nine totemic species. My ‘kin’ live in the neighbourhood. Late at night while working, I sense ‘something’ the next minute; cousin bird next door will confirm it. Birds are not usually active at night. The birds in the realms of spirits or undercover.’ police.’ I cant all my secrets away. Back to the tiny black.’sugarbag’ bee and its complex hierarchy that is no different from all living species in the natural world. Only humans defy gravity working anti- clockwise. This life is a BIG lesson and definite never to repeat itself—the Plan B.
Blood & Spirit in Heredity
Aborigines believe that an individuals strength and perfection are sustained by the energies of the spirit of species that make up the totem identity. The heart is related to blood for the Aborigines, so a magnetic field is related to lodestone. Blood carries magnet-like resonance that makes people the spiritual kin of the various animals of their totem identities. This resonance connects an individual to the energy flow from the spirit-field of totem species. It is taboo to eat or drink that (animal) species’ blood, therefore akin to cannibalism; it interferes with the spiritual connection with that animal.
Dietary and marital totem taboo restrictions have both beneficial environmental and social effects. These external benefits concur with the underlying metaphysical vision of integrating man and nature. All Shamanistic and indigenous cultures and many mystical traditions acknowledge that blood has a psychic or spiritual or vibration capable of transferring potencies or characteristics from one being to another from one generation to another. The idea of transmission of spiritual energy through ages also exists in modern religion, which has altered the more ancient concept of spiritual heredity into an abstraction such as karma or soul. The Aboriginal worldview differs from these worldviews because every spiritual quality, no matter how subtle, has an objective form – in this case, blood. The Aborigines believed that blood carries a magnetic spiritual essence through the generations and forms spiritual connections between humans and earthly locations, species and metaphysical sources.
This belief does not necessarily conflict with the idea that genetic material transmits information that dictates physical characteristics. Spiritual transmission through blood may parallel genetic heredity. There may be more than one mode of heredity transference. Modern Biology is developing a field theory to explain the morphic characteristics. This new theory suggests that the origin of features lies in a higher energetic or spiritual source that imprints its image on the physical world through resonance. I create a board of my nine totemic spirits of species who reside as enduring essence within my physical/spiritual body.
The world needs hope for the future. The current global crisis is not final. I believe, and my peers also agree, the new dimension (new Dreaming) is around the corner. I have been privileged to have a foretaste of the supernal. One legend my grandfather told me as a child of my mother’s people they used to fly. I pondered on this thought for many years. When I first learn this, I visualise flying at great heights. But it’s not like that at all. I was not too fond of the idea of being so far off the ground like a bird I would rather perch myself on the branch of a tree. I am scared of heights. I find for this is.’supernatant which means – floating above or off the ground. It has taken some time to become accustomed to this phenomenon which will be part of the new existence. One night I was lying down on my bed in deep thought about ‘what is to come for the next life. I was in a semi euphoric state from meditation. They say the ultimate pose in yoga is laying on your back, meditating. I started to feel the sensation of my body weight become lighter. I could not physically feel the weight of my body lying down on the bed; it was a floating sensation. I felt so relaxed and still. This occurs over a period of time. I begin to discover what ‘flying’ be like for humans. For a start, it is floating, not flying and not at heights above the tree line. The stillness of floating struck me, and it became apparent that the human body will be in an upright position, not flying like superman or the flying nun. The human body will glide effortlessly above the ground, Mabey six to eight feet above terra firma. The body will have the amazing capacity for self-control over body movement. My experimental ‘floating.’ I noticed this immediately, which won me over to the idea of ‘floating.’ There are more wonders I will put the story in the next blog post.
I want to share with the world the Tookinni [TOOK-Hini-ee] people. They are tiny humans—nature spirits. I have seen these little creatures on the night I saw the bird creatures in that dark foggy dimension I mention in a previous blog post. I am not a graphic design wizard but have access to the tools to create graphics close to the memory I remember of these dimensions and their creatures. They stand over just one foot and living entirely in another dimension like our world. I had made it out of the ‘dark.’ place; it was now early morning. I was standing on the side of the road waiting for the bus. I was looking at the site across the road where the bird creatures were ‘locked.’ in. The location is significant. I was led to this area by the ‘old people.’ It was another time-place in the time-space continuum. In amongst the tall grass, I spotted the little people. Two men were standing with tiny spears, and some women stooped as though to gathering bush foods. I soon realised these creatures had also become trapped inside another dimension taken from their original location. The Tookinni people sighting confirmed years later from a friend living in the bush. He saw them too. I have also read Dreamtime stories of these creatures, so their existence was already on record. Many such creatures around the world remain hidden. The Tookinni people were slightly hidden from view by tall grass, and I did not want to alarm them with my presence. I realised after five minutes they could not see me. I don’t remember how long I was looking at the Tookinni people; eventually, I had to leave them. I know the spirit creatures are all safe now. The mystery is why! These are harmless spirits and did no wrong not deserving of such actions against them. The truth cannot hide. Eventually, at the right time, it will come out into the light.
Celestial jewels suspend in balance the universal lore of reciprocity. The annual star arrangements forecast times and days for harvest, ritual, and marriage. There is a time to be born, and daily life activities respond to the Galactic calendar. In our time, the pendulum swings 2008 marking the time for rebirth and realignment for the earth and its natural satellites. We had a new moon on 10 June; it was a quiet time for reflection. My life is active and full. It was necessary to contemplate where life leads next. I am working with a specialist on the official Aboriginal Creation Lore website. It is coming together as it always does in the Bootherum Dreamtime continuum of time-space. I’m not giving away the plot, but again it is a truthful account of historical events leading to the current global crises. Truth be told, this is the time and place for it. The Origine’ were ‘circa’ meaning off the church records or the records altogether. The colonisation of Australia and its bloodied heritage and consequence on the original people of the lands rising to the surface. There is an explanation. I dream for all peoples of the world, a fair chance at what true existence as one with the earth and humanity should be. I have only begun to tell the story. The new moon rising was dark; it is the theme of the ACL website, but like all good stories, there is a happy ending. New life, new start. It is about good people, no sinners or saints here, just decent, wholesome humans beings they call humanity. They are not a lost cause. Bob Marley sings as it was in the beginning, so shall it be in the end. One Love.
Coming Into Being
I listen to Bob Marley music every day. I found him when I was Seventeen. I got it. I speak the same language. Uncle Bob is in Dreamtime. I heard him sing in the dimension my three uncles sit around a campfire in the sky. His music and message speak for the oppressed and the downtrodden. His songs are of truth and justice to the people. There is nothing that escapes my frame of reference, be it visible or invisible. I can see into the minds of people their guilt and shame, and secrets. There are those in our society who do ‘secret.’ wrong nobody can get away with deviancy, not even in thought. There has been too much suffering for it to go by unaccountable. To know our destiny, we must not forget our history of the human race. There was once a time when the world lived as one global tribe connected by the planetary Songlines. The Songlines have been relocated and active they connect all people from all lands. For good to occur in our world, those who are doing the bad must be removed from the dream, for they are the nightmare. There is no stopping impending sequence of events that will lead to a world that will be free. Uncle Bob was right all along.
I want to share the night I found Dreamtime bird creatures in a foggy and gloomy dimension in the bush. I went back in time to the early 70s—the SAME STORY. The spirit creatures are in a place they did not choose to be. These spirit creatures were ancient. They were in bird form but tall in human size. I attempt to recreate the scene with graphics. It was nighttime and foggy, but I could see the spirit creatures silhouette. They saw me then looked the other way. I felt their doom. I could hear a voice say, ‘don’t go to sleep in here; you won’t get out.’ It was Granny.
It took time for my eyes to adjust to the dark and foggy atmosphere; I knew many spooky creatures were in the place. They were hidden in the dark. Gran and my concerns were on our family, who were trapped. I knew the Mowi, the devil, satan put these archaic creatures in the gloom. My focus was on the creatures form. They stood tall, maybe six feet or more, as they stood a distance away from Gran and myself. It was hard to gauge their height. I sensed shame coming from the Dreamtime beings when I walked past them, and the bird creatures looked up at me, then tucked their heads under their wings.
I was on a dirt road miles from town. I was trying to figure out what was going on. I walked on. I came to a small bridge. As I approached, two snakes head popped up on either side. I said to myself, faced my fears and continued to walk. AS I walked for about half an hour on the dirt road, my thoughts were instinctively aware I was in a “no man’s land”, always dark and fog, cold and damp. Gran (RS) keeps me focused. For most of the walk, I knew it was the same “scenario.” with my encounters with uncle Frogman and uncle Birdman, who was also held ‘ hostage and knew the Mowi behind the spiritual crime, I then began to descend the road starts to go downhill.
As I continued downhill, I suddenly felt I was descending into hell. Then I snapped. I become enraged and turn around, screaming in anger. The devil did it again to my family, the Mowi. I was outraged they were suffering. My screaming shook the Birds awake I could hear them all go off; they knew too. The sun was coming up; I had walked a distance to the highway turnoff; I was yelling at the top of my voice, making sure my words were clear; only “evil” could put the spirit creatures in this nightmare. I also made sure the Bird Spirits could hear who were now alert aware of who I was. I eventually made my way back to town. I attempt to recreate the place in graphics. Sharing my story for the first time is a big load off my chest.
Keeper Of The Hounds
My blogs are live stream in real-time Dreamtime. I blog as it happens within the realms of spirit and dimensions. I know what going down immediately. I have a vast graphics library; the graphics have been handpicked, not by me. It falls naturally into place when the time is right. I had a physical encounter with a being with three big black dogs. The previous days were significant events in Dreamtime in real-time every day and night. There is a level of security around me of a spiritual kind. It takes a lifetime of lifetimes to achieve. It has to be done right. I was waiting at the bus stop; a man walked by with three big dogs. I knew straight away he was not Paigal [human], and I knew what was going on. A security check of the neighbourhood. I have to go with it. The dogs knew me. Their handler was an Origine man. He held the three dogs lease with his left hand; he had a two-way radio on him. I heard talking. These dogs were big, and you need to be strong to tug their lease. I cant walk big dogs. They drag me along, falling over almost. I’m not strong enough. I was looking at a graphic of him; then I connected it was him. I do what comes naturally to me. There is no difference to me in the spiritual realm. I know the hounds of hell; the graphics are what I remember of them. Their eyes and size I could never forget. The dogs made to run down sinister entities. There is all kind of creeps out there. It’s been a thorn in my and Granny [RS] side. Every blog we post is doing the spirits justice. The Bootherum Dreamtime continuum did not cease to exist when the white man invades Australia. It is the same as it was in the Dreaming.
The birdlife has been active in late nights past week and tonight. Birds are not usually active at night. In our culture, birds are messengers in the spirit world. Nighttime activity indicates something of a spiritual nature lurking in the darkness. The birds always confirm what I can feel. The spiritual worlds I have been to or connected with went back a long, long time ago. The Dreamtime stories I read are in different timeframes. My memory goes back a long time; Granny [RS] goes back further.
I have been in places previous nights. In a blue jumpsuit, a young Chinese man escorted me to a den in Chinatown. It was the only way to get into that place. I had to catch a bus. I had to go through a very dark alley; it seemed familiar. The Chinese boy stays very close by my side. Then suddenly, we appear in the bright lights of Chinatown. The Chinese boy led me into a den; the spirits in that place were of the dead. It was like a seedy nightclub.
I see a person I once knew. She attacked me for no reason. I swung a punch, but someone came between us and blocked the woman. I watched two Spirits take her away through a passage at the back of the Chinese ghost den. ‘Sorting out’ business going on. It was confirmed tonight. It takes a couple of days to put it together and always a connection. All the Dreamtime spirits are making themselves known to me. They know it is over. Also, the repercussions to come. It does my work easy. Artist Robert Ainslie [1911 – 1993] worked with Anthropologist Charles P Mountford during fieldwork in the 1960s. He saw the creature because I saw it in his books and the spirit world/dimension. The spirit in this blog graphic visits me tonight.
I have to hand it to Granny [RS] she a clever old girl. She creates my blog site. I never see it coming. Blogging has released internal pressure within the earthly body of the planet—all the valves here open and on vent. Take a long time to get to this place here and now in the present tense, past and future. The Dreaming continues. It is my dream I can take any way I want and all in time with time. Pressure down. The beginning of an end. Granny and I need to share information with the universe. This is a ‘get it all out in the open blog. The way of doing Origine’ business is to wait. The creative ancestors themselves teach me the ‘proper’ tribal protocols and procedures in matters of this nature being of spirit—the world of my domain earth. Tribal Law still stands. Reciprocation, reprisal and revenge were the only means used by the Origine’ to restore coherence and balance to the social group for any infraction of Dreamtime Law. People are smart but not being clever. Most are innocent sheep following sheep. The blind leading the blind is how I see it, and the majority of being low socio-economic underprivileged humans. Not fair! Patriarch governance, systems and procedures doom earth inhabitants to extinction. We are not meant to be living as we do in concrete jungle humanity are better than the reality created from the fantasy they currently exist in. It is about truth, an offence but not a sin—authentic genuine original and perfect. Mowi comes from the Anawain tribe [NSW] dialect for debil-debil and commonly known across the continent among the Origine’ as a trickster. I have relocated and reactivate the ancient religious ceremony place, which kept checks and balances on the Mowi. He wasn’t always here on the earth; the timeframes of his appearance in the physical world on records. I have chosen artist Ainsley Roberts [1911 – 1993] for the graphics. I stared up at his paintings as a child in the school library. I got it. The story unfolds as it naturally does, so in time. The internal mechanisms of the earthly body re-set and regenerate. Time being is just that.