A Spiritual Encounter In The Outback Of Australia

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Written by Gary Wonning

Ubirr Rock is a sacred monolith in Kakadu National Park in the Northern Territory of Australia.

Ubirr Rock has several natural shelters that contain a collection of rock art, some thought to be tens of thousands of years old. The art depicts creation ancestors and animals from the area including barramundi, catfish, goannas, long neck turtles,wallabies and kangaroos.

Some of the paintings can date back as far as forty thousand years, with most having been done about two thousand years ago and many have been repainted several times.

The main gallery contains many examples of x-ray art and is probably the most photographed. Also is seen paintings of white men and Mimi spirits ( extraterrestrials) , so thin they can slip in and out of the cracks in the rocks.

A painting of a Thylacine, or Tasmanian tiger, can be seen at the northern end of the gallery. This tiger  has been extinct in the area for about 2000 years, and attests to the antiquity of the paintings.

Rainbow Serpent Gallery

This is a woman only site, and is  the most sacred site at Ubirr, although this rule is often relaxed for non-indigenous tourists. This is the spot visited by the Rainbow Serpent or “Garranga’rreli”, during her path across the top end of Australia, during the Dreaming. As she crossed the land, she “sang” the rocks, plants, animals, and people into existence. This path, or songline is still a sacred path to the indigenous people who live in northern Australia.

From the top of Ubirr rock there is a panoramic view of the flood plains and escarpments.

It is from this idyllic view I experienced my most profound spiritual encounter.

Exiting from the bus that brought me here, I left the main trail and began walking around the back of the rock and started climbing the 100 ft. vertical wall, all the time carrying 40 lbs. of camera gear on my back.

As I began my ascent my reality began to change, I was no longer an American photographer visiting Australia, I was transformed into a native carefully climbing a vertical wall, placing each hand and foot in a strategic place, never pausing, but slowly climbing upward as I had done many times before. Always finding a tree, root or rock ledge enabling me to continue my climb, never pausing but slowly climbing upward in my search for truth.

Photography Prints

Reaching the top of this sacred Shrine in the middle of some of the most isolated land in the world I began to feel overwhelming love and peace and a sense of being home, I had returned to the Land of Oz.

As I lay on this sacred monument my mind began to pass through the veil of time, into a place from whence all things are seen, back in time, back to a previous millennium, back to the birth of Australia

I felt my consciousness leave my body and rise high above the earth. Looking down I could sense two realities, I had a sense of being high above the earth and looking down upon my lifeless body lying on the rocky cliff, I could observe a bird walking on my right arm, at the same time I was the lifeless body on the cliff, feeling and sensing that same bird walking across my arm.

As the land rose from the sea, the mountains began to form high above the plains; the Rainbow Serpent began to transform the land into a new world called Australius.

I suddenly re-entered my body and came back to the present reality, slightly dazed about what had just taken place. Gazing into my camera close by, I knew that someday when the time was right, I would write about this event.

Upon my return to the bus, Mark, our Aborigine driver informed me that I had been on sacred ground, where no one is allowed without permission. There is a $5,000 fine for that. He then looked at me, winked and said” But you had permission!”

Needless to say, the trip back to Jabiru was quite an experience, I felt like I was coming down from a tremendous high, someone remarked and wondered what I drugs I had taken. I have never taken drugs in my life, but there is nothing that could equal this feeling. The rest of the day I was rather worthless as I tried to absorb what had just transpired! I had been told several months earlier that July 7th would be a special day, being in the outback, I hadn’t even realized that today was July 7th, until now! How interesting, July 7th is the day of the Roswell crash, 42 years to the day!

What a perfect ending to our last night of camping, day broke with a Wallaby sauntering about our camp site.

photo of Ayres rock

The aborigines of 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

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Out Of Body Experience at Bell Rock

photo of the Egyptian Sphinx at sunset

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Sometimes we experience something and it is so profound it takes years before we totally understand it.

It can take years for the mind to totally comprehend everything that has transpired so knowledge comes in bits and pieces until the pieces of the puzzle all come together.

Several years ago, during my first visit to Sedona Arizona, I had a UFO, out of body experience, at Bell Rock.

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The Bell Rock Vortex

As I drove past the rock,  I felt compelled to stop and spend some time.  Exiting the car I began walking towards the monolith, I  began feeling extremely light and could not feel my body except at the knees.

When I looked up at the top of the vortex, with the intention of taking some photos,  I saw giant sparks leaving the top of the rock. Somehow I realized they were “clumps” of energy entering the atmosphere.

They were actually souls that had arrived from other worlds, they came in through the Bell Rock vortex, a portal, or entryway between dimensions, and formed everything they needed to survive on planet earth. A physical body and a spaceship from the elements on earth so they could take on a physical appearance.

They didn’t travel through space in a UFO, as most assume, they teleported and then accumulated what they needed to survive from the earth’s atmosphere.

A similar event had occurred during my first past life regression several years earlier.

After entering the trance, the first past life I encountered was in ancient Egypt.

I found myself standing on the giant pyramid of Giza, I suddenly felt I was creating my body by drawing elements from the earth.

I didn’t come here on a ship, I teleported and created everything I needed after I arrived on planet earth.

It seems places like the pyramids and Bell Rock are energy sources and portals where we can more easily enter or leave the planet by gaining the necessary elements we need to survive while here.

In that same regression, as I entered the earth I sensed I was going towards the light, a common sensation many feel when they have a near-death experience.

It seems we go towards the light when we reincarnate, just as people report going towards the light when they have a near-death experience.

It is also believed when a  soul passes from a physical existence and returns home, they pass through the light, or as some say, they pass the sun on their way to Home.

Obviously, the light in some way symbolizes our making a transition from one dimension of reality to another.

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

Aborigines: The First People

 

 

photo of Ayres rock

The aborigines of Australia

Aborigines are the first people to live in a land. When you are born, the first animal your mother sees becomes your totem.Same totems can’t marry, Inbreeds become stupid.

After death, they were buried in graves, cremated, embalmed, or they wrapped up the bones and put them in a tree. Some tribes cut off their heads and buried it elsewhere.

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

 

 

Aboriginal Culture: Raising the Young

 

In the past only healthy babies were kept, they were suckled for seven years and if the mother couldn’t keep up with work and the child, the baby was killed. Most tribes contained 20- 30 people, with 4-5 in each family. Some lived to be 100 years old and some had more than one wife. If a husband passed away, many times the wife and family would be supported by another male.

It took about six acres of land to support one person, they survived by eating whatever was available, including termites, ants, and grub worms.

We even had the chance to eat a grub worm, it was prepared in the usual fashion, roasted in an open pit fire, it wasn’t too bad, tasted like chicken.

If the tribe became too large and there wasn’t enough food, the weaker ones were either killed or left to die.

In the dry years, women would not ovulate. They would have zero population growth. Sometimes the droughts would last 10 years, and there would be no children born during that time. The lack of food and environmental stress ruined the sex drive.

When a woman first felt the kick of her child, the first animal they saw was believed to be its totem or spirit animal, that is the closest source of energy. It could be a snake, kangaroo or anything.

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

In Trouble In Church: Life In the Fifties

 

 

After or during these socials, as well as in church we boys could always find trouble, seems as if it was lurking around every corner. As I grew older, mom became less willing to let me sit with other boys, not sure why.

One particular Sunday, Kenny and I were sitting in the back of the church behind a bachelor that was inclined to fall asleep. He had a habit of resting his head on his hand with his elbow firmly planted on the church pew. Sure enough, his head began to nod about halfway through the sermon.

One can only resist the urge so long, suddenly and without warning, I found my right index finger firmly lodged beside his elbow, one sudden jerk and it would be mission accomplished.

The unintended consequences were that his head hit the church pew and resulted in a sound that was heard throughout the church. 

I knew I was in trouble when mom turned around and glared at me. 

The next few Sundays, I sat quietly next to mom.

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

Nature Is Sacred

The aborigines of Australia believe:

All nature is sacred, but in creation place, spirit power manifests more readily, these are places where great events of creation took place. Members of a group share a common totem, and each individual has a totem.

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

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