I want to share the night I found Dreamtime bird creatures in a foggy and gloomy dimension in the bush. The SAME STORY. The spirit creatures 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 night time and foggy, but I could see the spirit creatures silhouette. They see me then tuck their heads under their wings. I felt their doom. I could hear a voice say, ‘don’t go to sleep in here; you won’t get out.’ 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, face your fears and continued to walk. I walked for about half an hour on the dirt road then begins to descend. Then I snapped. I become enraged and turn around, screaming with rage. To the road turn off, I was yelling at the top of my voice, making sure whoever whatever put the spirit creatures in this nightmare could hear. I 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.
Published by Lyn Bugal Wena
I hold a goldmine of inherited cultural information and direct Ancestral knowledge. Bugal Wena - Caring and Sharing - the quintessence of all relationships between human groups and the natural world. Fully spiritualised cultural grounded mature Indigenous Spiritual healer. Planetary Healer View more posts