May 9, 2021 – Aboriginal Creation Lore

Dream Time

I have been in ‘streams of consciousness with no break or interruption for fifty years since age four. Bootherum Dreamtime continuum is a seamless beginning to beginning within the time-space continuum. Quantum physicists theories drool Dreamtime. I connected the two after watching a seven-minute video on Einstein’s theory of relativity on YouTube. Quantum sciences support what the Origine’ has always believed. Connectedness and relatedness exist in multi-levels of dimensional existence; I exist within these domains and know no different way of being. To move forward with my life and dreams, I had to go back through to the beginning and, just like the creative ancestors made order and sense out of chaos and put it all back into their respective place within the realms of spirit and dimensions, Dreamtime creatures. When putting Lore and order back in their original and most sacred positions, we encounter the entities of darkness who had tampered with this sacred space. No stoned was left unturned. Granny [RS], as my back up, would do the sweep and cover my tracks. I am a tracker from Dreamtime. I came back in time to put time back in place. I am the timekeeper of time itself. In sync with time, which made Einstein’s theory of relativity making good sense, time and space are the same. Origine’ have no word or concept in their extensive languages for time. I removed the abstraction of time then it comes naturally. Dreaming never ends; it is a continuum of time-space moving forward the past, present and future all present at once. Integrating two separate realities, physical and the spiritual, at the same time while juggling multi-dimensional simultaneously. Water off a duck back. What mystifies me how the white man figured out the Dreamtime continuum inside their minds then purport their findings as a theory when it is a fact of life to me and live their theories every waking moment [and in sleep] every day since I was in nappies. Does anyone know a physicist? The Milky Way Galaxy is my closing theme. I believe in the expansion of the mind. The Milky Way reflects this scene in the physical present tense. I have been to the centre of the Milky Way, but the story for another time; it is a beautiful celestial ornament suspended in space and can never change as the same with the Dreamtime continuum. No end, no beginning. Alpha and omega together at one time.

– Heavens Above –
Sad Spirit For Native Species

The bushfires of 2019 – 2020 are known as the black summer—one of the saddest episode of my life. Australia became Dante Inferno. I don’t own a television or listen to the radio; I depend on social media for all current affairs. I could not switch off from my native species family; both flora and fauna were being incinerated and suffered the cruellest fate. The bushfires burned more than 46 million acres (172.000 square miles) – roughly the same area as Syria’s entire country. More than a billion animals perished, with several species facing the risk of total extinction. For example, in NSW, we lost more than a third of the Koala population. Loss of habitat impact species recovery. Smoke from the fires darkened the sky of New Zealand and continued to circle the globe for three months. At the time, I had a personal blog on Facebook called Bugal Wena – Caring and Sharing. I stopped posting graphics and stories of animals out of deep sadness. I started a fundraiser on Facebook to support volunteers on the frontline taking care of animals caught inside a furnace with no escape. Only one person donated, which made my sadness deeper. I am still grieving in spirit for the destruction caused by this unprecedented super fire. I have visited the dimension of the plant kingdom while in a sleeping state. Lush foliage held suspended in mist. One of my inherited totems is the Australian bush cherry – Lilli Pilli Tree. I connected to the spirit of the Grandfather and Grandmother Trees in my neighbourhood. Their size is unfathomable to us today. They stood for millennia and were mown down in a slaughter frenzy to seize red cedar to turn into furniture for the stately homes in England in the space of three decades. It is no different from a person losing their limbs. They can still feel an itch where no foot is present to scratch. The memory of the mighty trees of the Gondwanaland Archaic Forest still lingers on. I need to offload my pain tonight to make sense of something so senseless and preventable. Nobody wants to own up to the destruction human greed bring to the good earth. This being the lore of lores of lands and waters- NOT TO BE GREEDY from the All-Mother. The Origine’ have no words or concept in their languages for karma, only payback. Every indecent act in history towards the innocent of the earth is on record. I have to tell it like it is, and it is genuine authenticated truth; there is no other way to put it from where I stand. In the end, it is all about the good people who Care and Share and mean it.

– Born to Live –
Last Say

This blog is a personal family post from uncle turtle. I believe he has every right to vent his frustration to the world. I also believe he speaks on behalf of all the families in the Animal Kingdom on good Earth. Human intervention breaks his fall still uncle turtle demeanour, and a rude gesture cannot hide his true nature. He belongs, and he’s making sure people get the message. The animal and plant Kingdom respond well to sincere gratitude. This world is also their home too.

– A Picture Speaks a Thousand Words –
Earth Wise

– Honour The Earth and All her Creatures –

A brand new day. The good-morning calls from the Bird family make it the best time of day. There is no more a sweeter sound. The signs appear to be in their prospective place as winter begins to set in here Down Under. A good time of year for the soul to seek warmth and comfort. I am a winter baby, so for me, I’m in my prime elements. The arrangements of stars point to the annual whale migrations North in tune with cosmic flow and ebb. I live near the sea. The whale family pass by my neighbourhood. Catching a glimpse of a whale in the ocean is magical; that moment never leaves your memory. The star patterns reflect onto associated djurebil [sacred site] during their annual transits, a timeless clockwork that nobody can change. It is written in the star’s and mirrored on the topography of the lands, a keepsake. Inspiration and creativity in perfect balance with the Universal inspiration of creation; the two go together—New Moon in two days, another masterstroke of time. I can see my dream unfold naturally as time and space move forward. It’s a good time for the new world to be born. The Bird family are calling.
Home Sweet Home

– Essence of Earth –

Earth is the most beautiful place. Why would you want to live anyplace else? Home to the whale family, the bird, the bees, flowers and the trees heaven on earth. In school, I would daydream about the crystal clear creeks of my mothers country and our sacred Mountain affectionately called by the locals’ ‘Sugarloaf Mountain.’ A most significant place. As a child, I was told, “when the big tidal wave comes, go to Bellbrook Sugarloaf Mountain will block it.” I retained all the old stories and legends of my mothers’ people; how can you forget? Memories of creating this beautiful planet have left an imprint on earthly locations as a reminder not to forget where you come from-It’s a signature mark of origins. The traditions of kinship lore make all related to the Tree of Life. There are no two people alike, yet we are all the same! In the beginning, we supported the group as one whole of the extension of self. It is called belonging. In the natural world, it is the same. Caring and Sharing the first rule of life.

Dream Time

Sad Spirit For Native Species

Last Say

Earth Wise

Home Sweet Home