Aborigine Beliefs

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The aborigines believe that when we visit a place we leave an image, and a person trained to see that image can follow some one regardless of the terrain or how long they have been gone. Their teachings show many examples of such happenings, as well as casting spells on someone thousands of miles away, the victim affected by it even though he has no conscious knowledge of the spell being cast.

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

 

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Being An Aborigine

photo of Ayres rock

The aborigines of Australia, an interesting culture

 

Many areas of the Aboriginal way of life is misunderstood.

Being an aborigine is a way of life or religion, more than a race, anyone can adapt the ways of the aborigine and become an aborigine.

The true aborigine is Caucasian. when some of them took their shirt off, their chests were white. They are dark because they have lived in the sun for thousands of years.

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

Sydney Harbor, One of the Most Beautiful Harbors in the World

 

Sydney Harbor is one of the most beautiful harbors in the world. The flight path takes the plane over the cliffs in Sydney Harbor.  As I observed the Opera House and Sydney Bridge from my window seat, the plane began its descent into Sydney airport. the adventure was about to begin.

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.
His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.
He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.
He has published several books about his adventures.
For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.
Your comments are welcome

The 4th of July in the Out Back of Australia

photo of Ayres rock

The aborigines of Australia

Written By: Gary Wonning

We rolled in about 2:00 pm on the 4th of July, and they were celebrating. We asked them why they were celebrating an American holiday? Their reply was they were grateful for what the Yanks did for them during WW 2. The U.S. had troops there and protected them from the Japanese, plus the Aussies are always looking for a reason to party.

Photography Prints

 

The author has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

photo of the Egyptian sphinz

A new era approaches

The Flight to Oz

 

Written By: Gary Wonning

The next month would be quite an adventure, and I was looking forward to it. This was all very exciting. After a five hour layover, one more flight and we would reach our first destination, Cairns, Queensland.

I discovered that wearing the ring in Australia had become easier for me, it very seldom fell off my finger and I wore it almost constantly. I began to think I would be able to wear it permanently when I returned home because I sensed my energies were changing.

I normally have an excellent sense of direction, so as our flight departed for Cairns, I became concerned. I had the distinct feeling we were headed south, the wrong direction. Did I get on the wrong flight?

Asking my seatmate, he reaffirmed we were indeed headed for Brisbane, our next stop, it eased my mind some, but why do I sense we are going south when we are actually going north? This problem continued all the while I was down under, after a while, I determined it must have something to do with the magnetic poles. Just as the water in a bathtub circulates in a different direction than in the northern hemisphere, so it must be with my sense of direction.

photo of Mount Connor

Mount Connor, a monolith in the middle of Australia

Aboriginal boys doing native dance

An interesting side note, the flight to Cairns was grossly overbooked, as a result, and unaware to those of us going on to Cairns, we were put on a second plane to Brisbane, occupying the same seats we would have on the flight from Brisbane to Cairns.

My seat mate had mentioned we were flying to Brisbane, but that comment never sank in until we began our descent into Brisbane. I looked around to some of my travel companions seated behind me, they also had a quizzical look on their faces, it was supposed to be a direct flight to Cairns.

Totally confused, we were escorted to the very next gate at the Brisbane airport, boarded the aircraft and sat in the exact same seats we had on the previous plane. This is way too much thinking for me, after crossing 15 time zones and having had little sleep, I don’t want to deal with it, Just get me to my room.

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Spiritual Encounter In the Out Back:This is What I Came For

Written By: Gary Wonning

July 7th, This was to be our last day in the outback of Australia, I was beginning to feel as though I didn’t want to go back to the states, this felt like home to me.

Our final stop of the day before traveling to the Alligator River campground to camp for the night was to be at Jabiru, a new uranium mining town in Kakadu National Park.

The Australian government is trying to correct some of the mistakes that we Americans created in dealing with our American Indians.

 

The Australian government has decided that when any minerals are found on Aboriginal Land, the wealth is shared with the native peoples. The city of Jabiru is one such instance of this policy being put into effect.

It is a very modern city with beautiful parks and lakes.

After having lunch at one of the many outdoor restaurants, we were looking forward to an afternoon off, spending it swimming in a large lake nearby. It would have been a welcome relief after spending six grueling days traveling the outback of Australia.

It was about this time that Mark, our driver suggested that if we wanted to see one more sacred Aboriginal Site, he would be willing to drive us.

Many things began racing through my mind, we had visited many ancient sites in the last month and I really didn’t want to see any more, you see one, you’ve seen them all.

The swimming sounded really refreshing, but what the heck, I could go swimming at home next week if I wanted, this was my last day in The Land of Oz, I wanted to enjoy it to the max. I knew deep down that this was going to be a very special afternoon. Being in the outback for almost a month, I was unaware of the date, July 7th, 1989, I was about to discover would be a highlight in my search for truth, and the reason I came to Australia. (Hilda had reminded me of this months ago, but it had slipped my mind.)

Besides that, everyone knows that all the rivers in Australia are filled with crocodiles and after swimming in those uranium infested waters I would probably glow like a porch light all night.

With that in mind, nine of us boarded the bus for the bumpy, dusty forty miles of dirt road that lay ahead. Sitting near the back of the bus I had plenty of time to contemplate what lay ahead and what it would all mean to me. As we bounced along the dusty road occasionally crossing crocodile infested creeks and rivers it seemed as though I was going back in time, to a time long forgotten, a time remembered only in the Aboriginal Dreamtime. I was a little awed at what was going on around me, I could sense and see the other people on the bus, but it was as though I wasn’t really a part of their reality and they perhaps weren’t part of mine.

The dust from the road filtered into the bus and a red layer settled on everyone and everything. At times when passing another vehicle, yes there were others out here, it became so dusty in the bus that we could barely see the driver. At these times it seemed as though we were passing into another dimension.

It was at this time that I felt as if I was actually alone with no one else sharing my experience. I could actually feel my body become lighter and lighter, at the same time becoming less aware of the surroundings around me, becoming acutely aware of the sacred lands we were passing through, and the warning not to enter without permission of the tribal elders.

My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden jerk and a screeching of brakes, the bus was coming to a stop, we had reached our destination, Ubirr Rock, the home of Lightning Man, a very powerful figure from the Aboriginal Dreamtime.

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

 

The Meaning of Life

 

Written by: Gary Wonning

The Meaning of life

I’ve traveled to various sacred sites all over the world, talked to Aboriginal elders, Maya Shamans, Native American shamans, psychics, hypnotists, and sometimes I don’t think I know any more about the meaning of life than anyone else. It seems as though it really doesn’t matter how much we know, or the visions we get, no one really knows what is going to happen next. One may know something is going to happen sooner or later, but we normally don’t know when or all of the details of the event.

Many times the final outcome is far different than we imagine or could even dream about. I have found many times, the final outcome, if left to the wishes of our Higher Self is far better than we could ever assume.

We, as human beings normally have a pretty narrow and limited vision of the possibilities of the soul. When a thought comes to us, we normally try to rationalize and determine how it relates to the reality we know not letting our inner guidance have anything to say about it. When we let our inner knowledge and the God Source determine the course to follow, the results are much more positive. 

A journey into unknown worlds

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome