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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 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

times, then the person to their right slapping the red sand and so on. It flows anticlockwise as Mother rotates to go back to the

Ancestors, until the circle is complete. The resonance in the circle and on the hill had a beautiful connectivity to

Mother as we all slapped in unison.

Clap sticks in time with Mother’s heartbeat led us into ninety minutes of silently giving our love to Mother and Mother responded in so many ways, with signs abundant.

Birds flew through and among us; a pair of topnotch pigeons, the doves of the desert, settled in a tree metres away, joining us in silence. Ominous looming thunderstorms of red dust clouds turned into one of Mother’s better sunsets, a brilliant orange with many ancestral faces and images among the clouds. The moon was a distinct almost bright blue, as the clouds thinned above us. There were several patches of blue amid the brilliant orange; a patch of bright blue sky, not unheard of at sunset. At one stage, a perfect ‘V’ cloud of pure white appeared at the top of the patch that was in my direct line of vision, over the top of Kata Tjuta. The sand around us was noticeably warmer, even though the day was cooling. All in all, Mother was pleased and she was showing it for all to see.

“We meandered to the top of the hill and formed two circles, the women facing Uluru and the men facing Kata Tjuta.”

As the sunset faded, the women led us down the hill and back to the fire. Aunties leading the way down the hill with myself as the last person. From this vantage point I could see the line stretched all the way to the campground. Over one hundred people had shared their love for Mother on that red sand hilltop facing Uluru and Kata Tjuta, in silence, in harmony, in unison with Mother and each other.

“Everyone giving love to Mother that night with focus and intent to benefit Mother and not one’s self, helped Her reach her new vibration…”

At the fire pit, we formed a circle again and all went into the centre and back out three times, breathing as one with Mother. We concluded the ceremony as it was meant to be done.

There were of course many ceremonies around the country and the globe that night, for the most part all playing an important role in the energies we felt from Mother and are still feeling today.

No one ceremony was more important than any other, let’s be quite clear about that. Everyone giving love to Mother that night with focus and intent to benefit Mother and not one’s self, helped Her reach her new vibration and every one of you is important to help keep it there. Keep the focus on love for Mother, keep raising her vibration and, consequentially, our own.

Keep the love vibe happening!