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

Devil’s Marbles, Sacred Aboriginal Site

Written by: Gary Wonning

In the creation story of the Dreaming, the Rainbow Serpent fashioned the earth and then returned to a spot east of the Kimberley’s at a place where the rainbow meets the earth. The Rainbow Serpent’s eggs fossilized and became what non-Aborigines now call the Devils Marbles. The Aborigines know them as Karlu Karlu.

Because of this, the Devils Marbles Conservation Reserve is a spiritually significant and sacred site to the Aborigines.

photo of devil's marbles

Devil’s Marbles, Northern Territory, Australia

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

Ayres Rock, or Uluru, in the Northern Territory of Australia

Written By: Gary Wonning

Uluru (Ayres Rock) is one of Australia’s most recognizable natural icons. The world-renowned sandstone formation stands 1,142 feet high,2,831 ft above sea level, with most of its bulk below the ground, and measures almost 6 miles in circumference. Both Uluru and Kata Tjuta (the Olgas) have great cultural significance for the Traditional landowners, who lead walking tours to inform visitors about the local flora and fauna, bush foods and the dream time stories of the area.

As the bus rumbled to a stop at the base of the giant monolith, my intuition was telling me to leave my camera gear in the bus. I had come all this way, I wasn’t going up that rock without my camera, I wanted some photos. My guides did everything possible to keep me from taking my gear, but I took it anyway.

Although the local Aborigines discourage climbing “The Rock”, many still do. For those that do, the view at the top is well worth the long climb. For those that climb, the only assistance available is a waist high chain to grab on to as one makes his way up the sometimes almost vertical path.

It was an extremely difficult climb, my right shoulder wasn’t entirely healed from the motorcycle accident, I had little strength in my right arm, as a result I needed to stop and rest every few feet.

Climbing to the top, the view is spectacular. Making one’s way across the rim, the view is breathtaking, not only in the distance but also on the rock itself.

At the top of this giant monolith, can be seen several pits and circles that were carved from the rock itself that must have been used for some ancient ceremony.

I found the pit, Hilda, my psychic had told me about the previous autumn. I lay down in it and tried to meditate, but there was too much activity surrounding me to continue. However, knowing how the universe works, I probably accomplished what I needed to. Sometimes we just need to touch base with the past.

I did take several photos while there, however, when I returned home and developed the slides, every one of them was completely black. Should have listened to my gut.

One of Uluru’s most unique features is that it appears to change color as the different light strikes it at different times of the day and year, sunset is a particularly remarkable sight when it briefly glows red. Although rainfall is uncommon in this semi-arid area, during wet periods the rock acquires a silvery-gray color, with streaks of black algae forming on the areas that serve as channels for water flow.

Special viewing areas with road access and parking have been constructed to give tourists the best views of Uluru at dawn and dusk.

As we watched the glow of Ayres Rock fade into the sunset, it was time to find our campground only a short distance away. It was well after dark when we arrived and set up camp for the evening, soon steaks were grilling on the campfire.

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 Aborigines Of Australia

Written by: Gary Wonning

Aborigines have been traced to Iraq, Iran, Malaysia, etc. They are Caucasians, aborigine refers to religion, or belief, not a color of skin. If you follow their way of life you are an aborigine, regardless of color, anyone who claims to be aborigine can get welfare from the government.

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.

They say color breeds away, after first mating, regardless of color it gradually fades after each generation, fading away ½, ¼,1/8, in Australia, you can either be Australian or Aborigine, you can change each census, and you can be anything you want, German French, etc.

Being Aboriginal has nothing to do with color or physical features, same as being Christian, they believe there are only two types of people, aborigine, and the rest.

There is no scientific evidence they have been here more than twelve thousand years, however, legends state they have been here much longer, possibly as long as forty thousand years.

They believe the Australian aborigine negroid were possibly here 200,000 years ago, they then migrated to Africa

They often ask, “How come every painting is 40,000 years old?”

Most rock paintings are not very old, most are less than 200 years, the ocre flakes off in time, especially if exposed to weather. Many times the paintings were used as teaching aids.

They believe nature has caused thousands of species to disappear, it has nothing to do with the environment or man’s destruction of nature, it is a natural process.

Fire is part of nature, and shouldn’t be put out, it is natures way of clearing old brush so large fires won’t result.

They don’t know where they came from, however, they theorize at some time they migrated from Asia.

Women can be leaders but men are usually the leaders, it’s through blood. If there is no one in the bloodline, next best man takes over.

Suicide is a disgrace, they didn’t see life as a burden, they have such a connection with spirit they could die when they wanted. They follow a spiritual seeking and when they get depressed, if there is no one else around, they talk to themselves.

They believe there is no better learning than life learning, knowledge is not important, it’s how you feel about it.

There are as many as 1200 different tribes in Australia, there are still tribes no one knows about as not all of Australia has been explored.

When the white man came, many people were living underground, they didn’t know what to think of whites at first.

They believe there is a time and place for everything.

Many believe in UFOs, the extraterrestrials are named Mimis.

If we would be more trusting and follow our instincts, everything would be provided, it’s all about faith.

When someone dies, they would be dried out, wrapped in leaves and bark, then taken to their home and put in trees to protect them from wild animals. Some tribes would cut the heads off and then buried them separately.

The living and dead are a link between the present culture and its mythic logical origin.

Older paintings were said to have been done by spirits from the dream time.

Aborigines are still very proud, they won’t rummage through garbage or paint graffiti on restrooms.

They can sense spiritual sites, and determine which ones are the most important.

A sacred site is a place where aborigines find a manifestation of divine power, a sense of contact with creative form.

All nature is sacred, but in a creation place, spirit power manifests more readily, these are place where great events of creation took place.

The members of a group share common totem and each individual has a totem.

They are starting to move into the white society, but retain many of the ancient customs, in most cases when housing is provided, many still sleep outside under the stars.

One of the most disturbing events I encountered: another photographer and I had ventured down to the river and saw several children playing soccer in the water, amongst several hundred hypodermic needles and beer bottles.

Their culture like ours is changing and disappearing forever,

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

What’s With Sedona

 

Written By: Gary Wonning

An excerpt from my book: A Journey Towards Enlightenment

I began feeling extremely lightheaded, I seem to be leaving my body, and although we had eaten a full breakfast before we left Phoenix barely two hours earlier, I am starved. I need to pull off the road, not entirely conscious, I feel I need to get a photo of this strange rock, this one they call Bell Rock.

Getting back in the car, auntie suggested I eat something, wrong thing to say. I consumed the bananas, apples, and the large jar of Planters Peanuts, and drank most of the tea. She’s looking at me like I’m weird or something.

As we drove past Bell Rock, I suddenly felt the need to take more photos, I had never seen or experienced anything like this before. Parking by the side of the road, I walked back up the hill for a better vantage point. I felt as though my body was separating at the knees and very wobbly and not totally conscious. The only place I could feel my body was at the knees and they hurt, it was as if the only part of my body that was still connected to the earth was from the knees down.

photo of bell rock

Snowy Bell Rock

Never leaving sight of the car, I looked up through the camera at the rock, I saw large sparks coming from the top of Bell Rock, looking upward, I focused and took several photographs.

As I walked back at the car, it seemed as my body was returning to some normalcy, however, I was still extremely disoriented. Emma exclaimed that she was getting worried since I had disappeared from sight to my recollection, I had never left her line of vision. This is just too weird.

The strange sensations continued all the time we were in Sedona but did subside some as I left the general area of Bell Rock. I appeared to be fine physically and was driving safely,(according to Emma) and alertly, however, everything else seemed out of whack. Lunch time arrived and in spite of eating practically everything in the car, I was still hungry.

The Coffee Pot restaurant was the place to eat in West Sedona, finding a seat in the busy restaurant we both ordered a plate lunch. I consumed all of mine and half of my aunt’s, what the H#$% is going on?

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

 

 

We Are All On The Path

Written By: Gary Wonning

An excerpt from my book; A Journey Towards Enlightenment.

photo of the Egyptian Sphinx at sunset

a personal spiritual journey

As with everyone, my learning continued to increase. Whether we realize it or not, each and everyone of us is on a spiritual journey, or walkabout, this is the reason we incarnate on planet earth. Many go through life and never realize this, however, the journey goes on, regardless if we are conscious of it or not.

The spiritual path I was on became my passion, every spare minute I had was spent studying all the different aspects and facets of the esoteric world. I couldn’t get enough of it, it was all I wanted to talk about, I was probably driving everyone around me crazy, I’m surprised many of them continued to speak to me.

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