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  • Foreword:
    There are no derogatory implications in this text.
    Here, in the Top End, the locals, both blackfellas and whitefellas, use the terms blackfella and whitefella openly without prejudice.
    Of course for any word, meanings change with tone. I'm sure you know my tone by now.
    I keep these terms to keep the feeling of this very friendly place, here.
    You can blink if you need to.

    ...............

    Lucas is a Dutchman. A very nice open-minded fellow.
    We met at a Friday night couchsurfing BBQ down at Nightcliff Beach.
    Dad used to find tourists here while walking the foreshores when we were kids.
    I guess in a way I've followed in his footsteps.

    In those days Nightcliff was the whoop-whoop rural subdivision on the outskirts of Darwin.
    So when new folks arrived to the fastest growing city in Australia they were often directed to explore Seabreeze and Nightcliff.

    Dad just loved to chat, one of the most naturally friendly unassuming persons you'd meet.
    We'd often go walking the bush. Either up through deep blackfella country or along the beach front. And he knew where to find the people. In the bush and on the beach.

    In those days some of the bushmen were without clothes as we saw them preparing for ceremony, down under the Quinine stand, near the Pukamani Poles.
    We never approached those fellas, as Dad respected they were doing ceremony business. Though often we'd sit and watch boomerangs and spears being shaped, everyday business that respectfully, we were allowed to experience.
    I came to learn that most of these blackfellas knew Dad.
    I'd heard them often invite Dad to come and visit their country when they were from out of town, from different country. That is a form of respect.
    Many of these mob came in from the bush for town business and camped at Bagot, the aboriginal reserve then on the outskirts of the city, which is now smack bang in the middle of Darwin.

    The whitefellas gravitated to the beach. So they were easy to find. At the end of the road.
    If Dad found them, they soon came to know him. Many times he would invite them home for a BBQ. Someone, some local, referred to him as the Pied Piper of Nightcliff. In those days we didn't know the word tourist. Everyone was referred to as a visitor if they were from out of town.

    I meet up with couchsurfers down the beach whenever there is a Friday night CS BBQ.
    Many are interested in humanities stuff. If they are really interested I arrange to take them on tours around the city. I use the setting and its particular stories and my personal experiences of growing up here, to present a Reflections of Humanity spiel, revealing insights to the issues of contrasting cultures and the changing face of society, highlighting the challenges of kinship for all of humanity.

    Darwin, along with Broome and Cairns, were the most ethnic diverse places in Australia back in the 60s when I was a kid. Probably still are by statistical distribution. The diversity, a legacy of the pearling industry. In grade 6 and 7 a class project revealed 26 nationalities represented in a class of 30 or so. The class size fluctuated a bit as people came and went in this highly transient place.

    On my walk-and-talks I provide ‘academic’ explanations of indigenous knowledge and value systems, much of it not readily understood by many international and domestic visitors alike.
    I present a bit about everything. I don't tell native stories as such, they are their stories to tell.
    I relate outlines so as to explain how to interpret the stories themselves. The symbolism.
    Towards the end, the focus is on sensing energies, and the Aboriginal way of scaffolding these awarenesses in early childhood.
    I use examples of my own experiences to illustrate. I mention that all humans have the capacity, the potential, to tap into both physical and psychic energies, just that the western culture has lost much of the connection to the phenomena and its significance. (Referring here to conscious energy as intent put into Mother Earth, and that which is incidentally, without intent, deposited on physical energy profiles that can 'carry' the memory of conscious energy).
    Sometimes three hours is not enough for some. Sometimes there are some who are really interested and want to know more. Not just the knowledge, but to experience.

    Lucas came on one of these tours. He wanted to know more. He wanted to know what it was he was experiencing. He took his pushbike for a pedal out to Kakadu and Litchfield. When he came back a week and half later we arranged to spend an afternoon in his area of interest. Sensing energies. We sat at first in the shade on the grass above the beach, covering some of the background and rudiments. Then we went for a ride to get some experience.
    He was very good at it, sensing, which most people are. Often folks just never knew what it was it was that were feeling, until it is pointed out to them.

    As I go, both on the tours and anywhere with visitors, I point out the symbols. Everything in the corporeal world is a symbol of something taking place somewhere in the realm of consciousness.
    On the way back I saw this fella in the sky.
    "Hey this fella is gonna hover for you."
    He spots what I'm referring to.
    We stop.
    "He's a falcon, that fella. He's gonna hover for you."
    Lucas is watching, trying to interpret why I'm saying what I am.
    "He's a falcon. He can hover that fella. He will hover for you. Watch."
    I see Lucas, his anticipation. Dunno if he was ever aware of a hovering falcon.
    If not, he is about to be. I think maybe he doesn't know whether to believe me or not.
    By now he has leant that I am sometimes only gammon, just for fun. But he is open.
    Then that falcon fella goes into a hover. BEAUTIFUL. He just hung there, perfectly stationary in
    airspace for around 40 seconds or so. Buffeted a little by wind, and readjusting, but essentially still-as.
    Lucas was just absorbing. As was I.
    "He's telling you something that fella"
    "What's he telling me?"
    "That you're interested."

    He got it.




    Sketch: 22/07/12 Australian Kestrel - aka hovering falcon, hovering for Lucas.
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