The resurrection of “Australia’s Stonehenge:” Original Elders and Custodians on Site
This Original complex of “terraces, mounds and stone arrangements,” according to the President of the Australian Archaeological Research and Education Society, Frederic Slater, contained “the basis of all knowledge in the beginning, now and to come.”
Before offering any commentary on logistics, measurements, the massive quantity of sandstone found in an area that denies any geology that isn’t igneous, or the thousands of cubic metres of exotic material that makes up one mound, we must first factor in the wisdom and guidance of the Original Elders and Custodians of Lore (Uncle Harry, Jarmbi’je, Rob, Kevin, Iris, Karno, Adam, Mark, Scott and Darren) who joined us on site. Invariably we begin every investigation after consulting with those who speak on behalf of the people who were here first. Only then, with a clear and present understanding of who, what, where, and to a lesser extent why, is it appropriate to walk on site and begin any archaeology.
We always work as a collective under the banner of Southern Law and Wirritjin (Black-fella White-fella Dreaming). No-one speaks for any individual, but with, and on behalf of the entire group. That being the only path taken, we will present what the Original Elders and Custodians said and did without specifying who. This was always the only way, no egos, all as one, therefore, no names just outcomes and possibilities.
First and foremost we will begin with an absolute fact. Before, during and upon reflection, it has become increasingly clear that this site chronicles the very first language spoken or recorded. The “Mystery of Life” was compiled and constructed by Homo sapien sapiens, and is a profound and sacred historical record detailing human origins, purpose and connection to the Divine.
From the moment we stepped onto the outer edge of this isolated site nearly everyone sensed the presence of the “Old Ones.” After all the appropriate ceremonies were given and sensitive matters negotiated, the Elders and Custodians needed to go ahead first to have time to examine the site and be alone with the Guardians. Our team of close to 20 volunteers had to wait and bide their time and hope permission would be granted to enter this sacred place.
The closer we got the more the original men called aloud to the “Old Ones,” stating both our intentions and deep respect. They sensed their presence and power within and without. While most of the Original men were standing on the largest ridge, one of the Elders, a man of immense stature and knowledge of the Old Ways and Language, called on the Spirits of this sacred site for a sign.
Central capstone which was used by an Original Elder on the larger mound.
What they got was so much more. They just kept on spiraling in ever increasing numbers. Three hawks came as summoned, appreciative as the Elder was he called for more. A fourth, then fifth bird joined the procession. With five hawks directly above them, the Elder was mightily pleased, but the tally was incomplete. He asked for six, then seven, but it was still one short of the number that most resembled the stone configuration on the mound and symbolised Wirritjin: eight. And so the last bird came, eight hawks circled above their heads as they stood gazing upwards on this most sacred mound.
The omens from above were Heaven-sent, and approval was given so I was directed to go back and bring all those waiting some distance away. Since we had been on site for close to half an hour, I decided to run down the hill and at solid pace and keep at that speed until my lungs gave out. As soon as I hit the flats a shadow appeared barely a metre in front of me, it was one of the eight hawks. Always just a pace or two in front I kept running mindful that my feathered escort was setting the pace and urging me to hurry. My breathing was becoming more labored and shallow, and sweat was trickling down my face, but I had no choice but keep up with my pace-setter. It was only at the last gate, some 200 metres from our assembly point, did the hawk peel off and resume normal duties.
With everyone gathered in one spot on a flat area between the mounds, tasks were negotiated and all were reminded before beginning that this was a place where Clever-fellas and Kadaitcha men sang and danced ceremonies of the highest order, communicating directly with the Spirits and the “Old Ones.” Originally it was my intention that we dig 5-7 small pits of between 50-100 cms width at a depth of 1-2 metres. My expectation was that five pits were to be dug near, on the very edge, and one very delicate excavation was intended to be positioned at the central point of the smaller 70 metre mound. But with no real idea of the function or role of this construction, the three most talented in both archaeology and sensitivity to the activities and signs laid down by the Guardian Spirits when on site were sent to the top of the hill to see what happened. It was a wise choice.
Two of the three couldn’t even disturb the soil. They shared heart palpitations, an overwhelming sense of death and anguish demanding they immediately down tools. Ashen-faced and totally undone they sought me and I immediately sent it up the ‘chain of command’ asking two Original escorts join them on the mound. The outcome was, but shouldn’t have been, an unexpected turn of events. It was the burial site dedicated to the most revered men of high degree. Spanning thousands of years, and possibly much longer, from all who attended the sacred site directly above the wisest and spiritually advanced now lay in rest inside this 70 metre almost perfectly symmetrical burial mound.
Temporarily sliding forward to three days ago, I was re-reading Slater’s notes and came upon a section I had highlighted and circled in black pen. Slater warmly praised his dedicated colleague on site, especially so after discovering “a burial ground,” claiming it to be “a feather in your cap.” That decision goes down to a mistake by the person running the archaeological part of this investigation, myself, but in a convoluted way, did confirm what Slater had already knew.
During our first break, I felt the timing was right to introduce an extremely unusual and obviously artificial shaped igneous rock of seven sides and messages. It was found by one of Original people on site that day and was fashioned by tools and technology supposedly absent in this continent before Cook. One of the Original Elders, a man stepped in ancient Lore, took some of the men to the top section of southern mound and asked us to decide the point we thought marked the centre-point of the southern circle. Our advisor then carefully placed the rock on the ground and shared with us six of the seven different messages/meanings. Alas, I was without pen or paper, and due to the overload of information, stories, hand signs and archaeology I only remember the four that related to the six seasons, solstice, direction and the exact position of the northern circle.
That night I kept sensing there was a need for speed, that the next day had to be quick and brief as we could be, and that no spade or shovel was to be part of this day.
On the second day an Original woman of considerable standing with a powerful connection to site joined our party and took the non-Original woman away to assess motivations, clarify purpose and strengthen contact to this sacred land. They then returned to continue counting rocks, a task they had the chance of coming close to completing in the time available.
The team left and it was time to sit on country in a circle and set future directions. The Original woman spoke first, setting the tone and direction of what followed. She was relaying the wishes of one Spirit all seated held in the highest regard. She spoke of sharing culture or perishing, news of this place and its significance must be shared freely. An incredibly ancient and holy site of the highest order, from this point on every step taken and word uttered while on and near site has to be in accord with a sacred complex where the First Sacred Language was gifted to humanity, and men of the very highest calibre were interred.
A shaped stone found beneath the Standing Stones mound.
We talked for hours and came to a consensus on all issues. All were agreed these hallowed grounds and arrangements sat on Ngarkwal (Ngarakwal or Ngarkbul) land which was part of a massive Southern Law confederation that covers close to half the continent, and that future actions must be in accord with the principles of Wirritjin (Black-fella White-fella Dreaming). We also agreed that the sites’ location and identity of the present owners will be kept secret, and that no-one must even consider approaching this site unless given proper ceremony, it would be too offensive and dangerous to do otherwise.
In concluding the Original Elders’ and Custodians’ case it is fitting to refer back to the very first narrative created at this place, which, according to Frederic Slater, “explains the journey of man through life and the immortality of the soul.” Here is a brief and random sampling of what the Ancient Ones thought about and meditated upon. “Enter and learn the Truth of the Divine Light. “ “The breath of God is the Divine light of the Soul.” “The soul of man came from the immortal light to drink the water of life from God.” Guided by truth man came to earth through darkness from the light of life that shines far off.”
With an Original foundation set into stone, hand signs, hawks above and the Spirits’ consent, our next article is an account of the archaeology and measurements, angles, tally of sandstone rocks and foreign technology on site that contradicts so much written about not only Original, but world, pre-history.
Read the part one this story here.
Featured image: Smaller mound very close to the larger Standing Stones mound. Photo by Richard Patterson
Written by: Steven & Evan Strong
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absolutely mystic, beautifully written! when will mankind understand that spirituality and science are the same?and all is a matter of understanding how it works?