I’ve been travelling for five days with approximately 4-5 hours each day. And, of course, the scenery changes as you travel. I’ve seen miles of sugar cane, fields of empty dry (dead) grey dirt, rows of palm trees, farm houses, yellow fields of grass spotted with cows, and the natural Australian bush scene with miles and miles of open field.
In the passenger seat sits an Indigenous Australian spirit guide. Now I know that might sound strange to some, but for me it’s usual to know my Spirit Guides directly. This ancient one happened to come forward in my daily life when I started my travels.
Not all Spirit Guides are with you 100% of the time. Some Spirit Guides are in your life to help you with particular lessons and learnings, while others are more long term stayers.
Approximately 17 years ago my Reiki Master in Canada drew a picture of all my spirit guides. One of them was this particular Indigenous Elder.
At the time I thought “cool” and didn’t give it much thought after that, mainly because I was in Canada and thought how unlikely that I would have a Spirit Guide from Australian culture.
But now that I’m in Australia and travelling the country it seems more likely.
So, we’re driving along on these long, long…. VERY LONG roads with no a whole lot to see except more trees, grass, road.
Hours upon hours of driving seeing pretty much the same thing he points out the massive amounts of land that isn’t being used. We see the mountains in the distance which are absolutely stunning, the rocks that protrude with magnificence throughout the land, and of course the different shapes trees and grasses. I see him, a proud skinny black man, standing in the fields as we pass by. His head is held high and he carries a spear. And he tells me,
“White man owns this land.”
And so I ponder on his words. Every bit of this land is owned by the government or independently. It is OWNED by someone.
This makes it illegal for Indigenous people to live on the land. It’s illegal for anyone to camp there. In fact, you get fined if you’re camping on the land.
And yet, here we see miles and miles and miles of beautiful land without cows or crops… just open land… doing nothing.
It baffles me.
His statement rings true beyond words, and I’m feeling the depth of his sadness. Why is the world this way right now? Why does “white man” have the right to own this land, where people, communities used to live?
Doesn’t make a whole lot of sense from his perspective.