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  • October 1998
    [Visualise from right-hand drive vehicle in Australia]

    Roo, Dingo and Wedge-Tail, During Extended Buzz with Symbols Galore
    ......

    The ute was packed.
    I needed to be close to daughter.
    Just over three thousand clicks to go.
    The block was sold. I could now leave.
    Mum asks 'when are you leaving?'.
    I don't know when exactly,
    you know me, when spirit says.
    Two days later, see ya Mum, going now.
    The skies are dry season clear,
    the weight off.

    Soon at Hayes Creek meandering south through the hills
    I catch a glimpse of sun on high formations.
    Slow for a bend and then look up again for a check-see.
    Wow! Pelican fellas! Really high. Mobs of them.
    Big squadron job. So high that a single bird is difficult to discern.
    And the only big birds we have that flock like that are pelicans.
    That's a long-haul they're in for, at that height.
    Heading south
    just like me
    exhilaration
    the weight is really off now
    so there goes the punctuation
    again and again signs and symbols in nature
    along this human corridor
    eyes wide open for more
    when I got to Three-Ways I kept going
    straight ahead
    because spirit said
    an extra one thousand clicks or so this way
    and still signs and symbols galore flashing past
    little fellas strong fellas tree fellas rock fellas subtle fellas all sorts of fellas
    sometimes I stop to absorb
    somewhere some sleep grabbed me in the dark
    day two dawns
    by mid morning down in the centre
    I'm entering endless seas of wildflowers
    telling me I was supposed to be in this space
    they only last a few days
    and may come only once in ten tears
    the pelicans knew that the desert was soon to be sit-down country
    for them on temporary inland seas
    and had to go for a look-see
    while I'm surrounded for hundreds of miles
    by seas of whites pastels yellows mauves and pinks
    a massive massive painting and my head was ringing
    my body was singing
    I was flying too
    had I left home earlier I would've passed
    before the mass peak
    and would have never known
    what spirit knew
    realising then why I ignored that left turn back at Three-Ways

    now drawn to detour to the rock to a meditation spot and am alone
    not a single tourist where I was
    for 3 hours I heard some pass
    out on the ring road
    and my dreaming was there
    goanna fella
    a desert fella this one
    hanging off the near vertical rock
    in full winter sun above the tranquil desert pool
    slept that night under plastic tarp
    to escape the frost and minus three that made for an early morning start
    I continued on with Reiki soundtrack back out to the north-south
    seeing everywhere what the bored couldn't
    the desert is alive any time of the year
    turn right and southbound again

    then literally just south of the border
    I met dingo, eagle and roo.
    No ordinary meeting.
    Left foot up on the consol at 120 clicks.
    It's cooler that way on a long haul.
    Butterfly window adjusted in lieu of windsock.
    Foot down for oncomings.
    And an oncoming was incoming.
    A Pantec, not a 52 meter job.
    Just a Pantec.
    Foot down anyway.
    I've just crossed a dry bed heavy with acacia,
    where I saw the border sign.
    Converging Pantec looming larger.
    Then I saw
    small roo on my right in full flight heading south just like me.
    Not a Sunday hop, he was flat-out in evasive mode.
    Skidding turns through Spinifex, dirt and dust flying.
    Pantec is closer.
    Then I spot, whoaahhh! dingo after roo! dust flying from him too
    flat out avoiding Spinifex
    picking the path
    for timely intercept
    Pantec is a lot closer!
    roo crosses in front of me!
    I've backed off, foot right off!
    Pantec is just there!
    so close that dingo has to deviate!
    he has to pass behind Pantec!
    Pantec and I pass, me knowing that dingo is in there somewhere!
    half expecting him to hit me in the side as he crosses behind Pantec!
    I glimpse him down low out back of Pantec in peripheral vision!
    cutting in behind Pantec!
    real smart fella, read the play!
    and watched him in my mirror
    cutting behind me through the widening gap continuing pursuit
    but then distracted suddenly catching movement of eagle fella
    on low glide off to the right... wooaahh! brother!
    big fella Wedgie!
    where'd you come from?
    adjusting ailerons in that desert wind
    following out wide on the right wing, dingo and roo
    he cuts low, arcing across in front of me
    soon on my left, holding his trailing distance
    trimming that tail
    I've slowed to around 90 by now, foot still completely off
    and have swung gaze behind to see
    the three of them
    in the desert
    roo dust, followed by dingo dust, followed by eagle's controlled speed glide
    and I've just been lifted to incredible height!
    simply buzzing!
    easing brake now I'm down to ambling, they've disappeared except for eagle
    I pull up where safe a couple of clicks later at the next dry bed
    and scribble a quick sketch in my journal

    I've always wondered what the other driver saw

    I'm still travelling
    watching for symbols and seconds that count

    love to you


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

    Image: The scribble from my journal.

    Too much action to capture in one image, realising it would be difficult to paint and capture 'the all' of those several seconds.
    But just looking at this now, I was reading the letters I'd written there within the scribble,
    at first glance wondering what that was about, seemed to be half a note.
    For some reason, I had written 'we' and 'one'.
    I'm looking, confused at my own weirdness, or was I interrupted or something at that time?
    Dunno. Took a bit, but then I saw the 'are'. Weird what I do sometimes.
    Maybe that was my way, then, to state the connection to all that action that couldn't render in one frame.
    Evidently I was in that sort of head space.
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