Ceremony 21/12/2020
My Perspective
By Timothy Mark Fish
The ceremony in December was primarily to complete an interrupted ceremony from the time of creation. There was one important stage to complete it and it was done as it should have been - as it was foretold it would be - without publicity, fanfare, trumpet blowing or an audience. The missing piece of the puzzle is missing no more and now rests exactly where it should be, in the warmth of Mother’s embrace. And that’s all anyone really needs to know about the ceremony. As far as I’m aware, there were three large group ceremonies around Yulara that evening; one behind the resort, one in the camping ground and one on top of a hill outside the camping ground. My focus was on participating in our ceremony. On Saturday night, we had a private smoking and releasing ceremony, performed in the old ways, for the crew that had gotten us this far; the Originals and ‘non’ Originals who would lead the ceremony on Monday night. Under ominous skies and with the smell of rain thick in the air, we released our demons into the fire and cleansed ourselves with the smoke 10
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of Aunties desert medicine leaves and eucalyptus. We walked in a circle, anticlockwise, devouring and being devoured, by the cleansing smoke - perfect preparation. “There was one important stage to complete it and it was done as it should have been - as it was foretold it would be - without publicity, fanfare, trumpet blowing or an audience.”
Sunday night we invited everyone around the camping ground that day to another smoking ceremony. That went well, although it turned ‘new age’ when a certain female, invited by us to show unity, decided to invite the Pleiadians to the ceremony. Not a wise move and something I intuitively knew would happen, as I watched her strange ritual from a distance, already having removed myself from this smoking ceremony when it became too weird for me. Different instruments and chants weren’t what I needed at that time; tomorrow’s ceremony was my focus and I was in full ‘old ways’ mode. On Monday, we started gathering mid-afternoon for a communal feast before a final smoke cleansing, then painted our bodies and faces with ochre. Aunt Trish was our lore holder and
prepared us in proper old lore ways. We formed a large circle, with clap sticks marking the beat and the men leading. We meandered to the top of the hill and formed two circles, the women facing Uluru and the men facing Kata Tjuta. Each circle slapped on the red sand of Mother, with the first one slapping six
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