Yenunduh Wuy-Wuy Waddy

Yenunduh Wuy-Wuy Waddy

Australia is calling, and excitedly Cheyenne and I board a plane for Sydney. Richard is coming too. We are featured speakers at the MindBodySpirit Festival held at Darling Harbor. I am conducting Native American meditations, while Richard will be helping his group find ‘Answers from Spirit’. Cheyenne is going through the troubling teen years. As a mother I am aware of her need to be doted on and I take the opportunity to arrange a ‘kid trip’. I book the Oz Experience Bus. Here is their advertising: The Oz experience bus travels by day because you came to see ALL of Australia!  There’s a stack of included activities en route; learn to surf, barefoot bowling, bush walking, outback experience, mini-goat rodeos, beaches…

Years have gone by of this experience, but the magic of this time is still present in my life now. I want to share it with you.

 

It is one thing to be in Australia’s lovely cities and quite another to venture out into a land that has deadly creatures. Richard has read me bits and pieces of Bill Bryson’s “A Sun-Burned Country” and although comical, the fear factor is strong. And on our first day we experience a locust swarm. The bugs splat against the windshield and there aren’t just a few, there are millions. Our poor young driver is having a heck of a time seeing out the bus windshield. We are in the middle of a bug storm that lasts hours.  Somber, we all watch and give the driver gentle confidence. Luckily getting out of the bug zone, we continue to a farm on the edge of the outback that borders the location to the biggest telescope in the world. We decide to take a walk before dinner. Many Kangaroo are starting to come out to feed. They stop to stare as deer would do.  I send pink light from my third eye. They in turn send me a spiraling vibration.  At dinner I ask the farmer if Kangaroo ever get bit by ‘Brown Snakes’ and he say’s “No”. At that moment I realize that Kangaroo have an ancient way of letting the snakes know they are not food or danger.

 

 

Siding Spring Observatory — Oz’s foremost optical astronomy research center sends over an astronomer during the evening for a lecture on stars and space. Afterwards we are sent to our luxurious cinderblock cement floor rooms, the bathrooms are at the end of the building. Cheyenne is bunking with some of the other young travelers to make some friends. I dream.

I begin this lucid dream where I am just west of the farm, a rounded mountain is off to my left. An old Aboriginal Shaman is smiling into my face, dressed in a maroon tunic and has a black and yellow staff.  He draws a circle in the dirt and takes my hand and places me in the circle, we are facing west and he looks into my face and then points west. Oh, and I get it right away, he wants me to travel further west into the outback. And I laugh saying, ‘oh I don’t know about that’.  And he smiles at me, again pointing me west.

I awaken and open my door to seven kangaroo. Why are they only at my door? I realize they are waiting for the pink light. I walk down to the bathroom, they are still waiting for me when I re-emerge, wanting more of the pink light. At the processed breakfast, down to the instant granule coffee, I ask the farmer to tell me about the rounded mountain off to the left of the farm. “It’s an Aborigine Sacred Mountain. The region is called Warrumbungle National Park.”

 

Later I am playing with teal colored crawfish.  Richard shouts as the bus prepares to leave. Off for days of traveling, we are headed to watering holes to swim, hikes, sights to see and to horseback ride. On the ride there is an option to wear your bathing suit, we are given Standardbreds off the racetrack, I let my horse out at his full pace. The smoothness is heavenly. Cautiously we swim with the horses in the river. Our guides don’t seem to be bothered.  “No worries, the crocs are in Queensland”. We are only a short distance away from the border.

 

We arrive into Bryon Bay at dusk, what a sweet sight to see the Ocean and experience this little town which reminds me of what Maui must’ve been like in the 1970’s. We again are whisked into sleeping with a load of other folks and we decide it might be time to consider our Oz Experience over and find another hotel. We step into a nice place off the sea.  The hotel’s bathroom is black and white stone, Cheyenne lies on the floor moaning in bliss at having a real bathroom. I’m elated as well, we have amenities.

On the ‘to do’ board, there is an ad of an Aboriginal didgeridoo maker who will teach you to make one for $175.00 Australian dollars. Cheyenne says she’d like this, I start tracking this man down before the sun sets. I have her starting the next morning making her own didgeridoo. They will create the instrument from total scratch and the process will take 5 days. Her teacher Ken Dickson asks if we’d like to go into the outback with him to gather more didgeridoo wood. He’ll charge us $500.00 Australian for the three of us to accompany him. Going over and over in my mind is the Shamanic dream I had, pointing me westward. I talk it over with Richard and Cheyenne, who of course consider the idea insane. I tell them I’ll be back in a few days, as I know I have to go. There is no question for me, I’ve been called to go to a holy place or meet a holy person.

 

The next morning, the three of us check out of the hotel and climb into Ken’s newly acquired vehicle. He has wood in the back that I have to sit on riding over to his house. I feel I could have the heebie-jeebies as the spiders are god-awful in Australia but I am calm and trusting in the process. We are less than a few miles down the road when we run out of gasoline. Ken walks off into the distance to find petrol. Richard looks at me and says ‘this can’t be a good omen’ as he knows my whole existence is reading signs. I tell him to look up at the hawk, as it’s shadow casts over my body. I say, “you can go back to town and stay, but I must go”. Ken comes back with his gas can.  Did I mention there is no air conditioning in his vehicle? Soon again on the road, we’re heading out into the outback with our chain-smoking Aboriginal guide.

 

Along the way, Ken lets us know that he’ll have his friend joining our convoy. At 11pm we stop into a roadside diner and meet up with Ken’s friend, Howie.  Ken would like to ride with Howie so Richard takes over driving. We still have the windows down, it’s December and the summer season. Joining us are lots of ‘Christmas Bugs’ – black spider looking flying bugs. They are incredibly ugly but don’t bite. Richard flicks one off the windshield and it lands on my bare legs where the coffee I am holding goes flying. Richard’s even more upset as he’s now in the middle of Australia not knowing where he is going and for what reason. To make matters more intense, whenever you see the “Road-Trains” coming, you must move immediately to the side of the road and stop. They can easily cause you to lose control of your vehicle as they haul 2-6 container trailers at a time.

 

At 2am we come to a little motel and head to our rooms. We are off again at 8am  to beat the heat. At noon we stop for a few minutes and I decide to ride with Howie.  After all, he has a brand new Mitsubishi 4-wheel drive with air conditioning. I ask Richard and Cheyenne to join me, but they are content driving with all the windows open even though the sun is scorching. I haven’t met our co-guide yet and find myself in deep metaphysical conversation very fast. He didn’t know he was going to meet us. He reaches in the back seat and pulls out a book. “This is for you, I ran back into the house to retrieve this before I left”. The book’s title “When you see the Emu in the Sky” Elizabeth Fuller, an American woman’s experience with the Aboriginal people.  Howie is kind and articulate. He tells me of his work, and that the most magnificent sight I will see in the outback will be the sky at night.

Boy, Howie is right.  As I stand in the middle of the darkness, the sky becomes a planetarium as though I can reach and almost touch the stars. They are 360 degrees around me, rising from the ground in front of me to the outer reaches of space.  I spend hours every night in wonder. The peacefulness of it all gives me nights of deep restful sleep.

We settle into a trailer encampment they regard as a motel. It’s on the edge of flat desert type land, and in the town of Hebel. The next little station or town is many miles away. We are in what they call a tin box. There is a small pub where we can make sandwiches and barbeque at night. Ken has made a deal with a sweet family for wood on their land, they have an opal mine. The owner pours opals into Cheyenne’s hands for her to keep. In return all their friends of the area come over to have palms read by me. News travels fast in a place where you think no one lives. I am asking the locals if there are any holy places or holy people to meet. They all look at me rather blankly in this respect. In the meantime, Howie and I talk. He tells me about his tribe affiliations and that he owns a didgeridoo and Aboriginal souvenir shop in Byron Bay. I tell him that we were in it, and that I found it to be one of the most beautiful shops I’ve seen. He seems pleased.

 

Ken wants to put the didge wood into Howie’s car and have us ride in his car, but I take matters in the planning department and say we are riding in the air-conditioned vehicle. It is 107*-113* every day and although we are fairing the heat very well, I decide we don’t need to stay in Ken’s car. Especially as he chain smokes, though he is nice as peach. The didgeridoo wood is hollowed out by termites and their mounds are everywhere. I don’t know if we’re carrying back any of the little bugs back into civilization. I am happy for the switch.

Howie as he drives along answers my questions, he tells me stories of holy men and women of the Aborigine. I’m a little worried that I still haven’t had a real epiphany or contact with said holy person or place. But as we are driving, there is a spotted cat dead on the side of the road. The fur is magnificent and Howie turns to me in the back seat and says he’s never seen one before. It is a very rare cat and is the fourth animal of his personal ancestry. He turns to me again, and says I now know I am to tell you. He turns his attention back to his driving and begins to tell us that he is being groomed to represent all the tribes of Australia as a great Shaman.

 I have been with my holy person the whole time. May Howie’s genuineness and humanity always rest gently in my heart. I then ask him his tribal name. It is Yenunduh Wuy-Wuy Waddy.

We said our good-byes, but Howie and I remain in contact.

I regard Howie as effortlessly powerful. We came together for those brief days just to stir each other’s energy into greater accomplishment and harmony. His Shamanic power changed my life, and Cheyenne’s. She went on to become Valedictorian of High School.  After she came home from the Australia trip she decided she really liked to study and her whole life opened up to experience love, beauty, learning and happiness. Howie cleared our paths, even though clearing can be a bit painful at times. I continue to honor his ability from across the whole world. He is someone I had to know this life….

And Howie allows me to share a message he wrote to me:

Hi Tara, How you doing there sweetie?

You know, I think about you and your family fairly regularly. You have burnt a permanent spot inside of my spirit all in a good way.

So how has life been treating you? How are your seminars etc going?

I still have not yet managed to get away over to the States, but this year coming is my launching off all over the show, so you will definitely be seeing and hearing from me for sure.

I have been going on a fair amount of spiritual journeys since having met you. It was like the doors opened up for me – like you were the usher to this new wonderful world that I am now receiving and experiencing.

I have been doing “Sundance Ceremonies” in New Zealand over the past couple of years and that has just been amazing.

I would dearly love to see you again. Spirit has been placing on my heart that you are thinking of a return to Australia. If this is what is happening please let me know so that I can support your journey/stay here.

If you were intending to run some seminars/workshops etc, I can certainly help you with venues, advertising etc in the Byron Bay region, as well as other Australian cities etc.

Hope that all is well with you and the family and I look forward to seeing and hearing from you.

Loads of love to you,

Howie xoxox —Yenunduh Wuy-Wuy Waddy

If you are interested in Howie and his work, he’s on facebook – http://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?id=702482590

I feel the generation of light family gatherings to be, becoming more and more increased. It is great to be connecting with light beings from around the globe that are sharing similar visions and pathways. The time is right here for all of us to embrace and take a hold of the intention that we possess individually in our contribution to the “Whole”.  ~Yenunduh Wuy-Wuy Waddy

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