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Alchemy
The Secret Sacred Place
Grid Point 44
By Freya Savitri Sampson
Grateful and not without some trepidation, we set off, challenge accepted. Millie and I wondered if we’d find it. The map was not exactly what you’d call easy to follow. By some miracle - thank you Guides and Ancestors - we found the tree amongst all the others and the patch of dirt and parked.
Okay... so let’s paint a picture; it’s late November, Australian outback, dry, boiling hot. Millie and I, white as they come, with camel-packs holding one litre of water and a couple of apples. What’s that saying? Only mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun... hmm, I wonder if they’d describe us a clinically insane? It was utter faith in the guides and the synchronicities of everything else we had experienced that gave us the courage to take the journey. Sharpie had told me to make sure that I didn’t go into my head and try to work out everything. Millie was better at that than me. For me, it was listening to the country, feeling and paying attention to nature. It’s another world out there. There are no sounds, only your own thoughts. We had been trekking for a considerable time and everything, except my relationship to the country, had melted away. I began to hear Millie’s thoughts, ‘I’m tired, how much further is it?’ I could feel her emotional body flagging. Tuning in to the country, I felt the presence of the site nearing. “Don’t worry,” I said out aloud, “It’s just over this ridge!” We climbed the creek bed and mounted the ridge. There before us, was the extraordinary site towering in the distance. We stopped and I
invoked, paying homage to the site, to the Ancestors and the elements of creation. The moment we finished and took one step forward, two great eagles flew out of the site. Awe struck, I felt the unity between us and very welcomed, as though I was coming home for the first time in a very long dreaming.
Arriving at the ancient site, echoes of the voices of the first day, of children laughing, singing and families living and playing, resounded in my inner ear. This is a cathedral - seemingly endless rock after rock carved with trappings of daily life, animals, the Wirripul men with big eyes, crocodile and other river and sea life, which went away long, long ago. Strange things, the Egyptian hieroglyphs reappear and images of craft, not driven by men, stylised eyes and feet with four or six toes. The walls whisper their stories in the ears and hearts of those who will listen. This incredible place may very well be one of the most ancient and sacred sites on Earth. I am told by the Elders that it’s much, much older than Chambers Gorge. I shall not share its name and specific location out of respect to the Elders. We had only a short time to explore and make it back before dark. The boiling desert becomes icy-cold at night. On the way out, I found an eagle’s wing feather; a gift, one which I treasure to this day. We departed. It wasn’t easy to leave, not only the site itself, but the pristine nature and silence. No cars, noise or light pollution, no rubbish, nor junk thoughts filling the space. Here, is perfect peace within nature’s balanced embrace. My heart full and with a promise to return once more upon another sacred journey, it was thus that I passed the testing of the Adnyamathanha Ancestors and Elders. This truly began my initiations into Aboriginal Culture. Upon my return, I was empowered to bring more truth seekers. It was a few years later that Louise Clarke, Michael Tellinger and the Eartheart Team took a memorable journey back to this country, only this time we explored a wider area and more of the mysteries. Louise Clarke recalls her adventure with the Eartheart Team and Wilpena Pound in the March 2021 issue of
Supernal Magazine.
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