Walk On The Wild Side

July 15th, 2014

FAKE NEWS for the Zionist agenda

15th July 2014

By Steven Strong

Contributing Writer for Wake Up World

There is an underlying assumption in today’s modern society, somewhat unique to our time period, that what we see, hear or touch with our limited senses is all there is; that if humans don’t have the knowledge to replicate something in a controlled sanitised laboratory it simply cannot be. But even science itself is proving such a limited assumption to be false, as quantum experiments continue to show that our reality is in fact an illusion. What many mistakenly regard as “paranormal” experiences – beyond the reach of “normal” perception – are actually fundamental truths of our multi-dimensional existence; truths that should be acknowledged and incorporated as pivotal parts of our daily reality.

With that in mind, this article steps well outside our preference to establish a secure empirical base before venturing into the fray. I did walk down this esoteric avenue once before in the article “Drums of Heaven”, but until now we have never put together such an accumulation of scientifically unsubstantiated anecdotes in one article. There is not one piece of rock-solid archaeology, compelling science or verifiable historical account in this report. What we will present today is a collection of stories of the unquantifiable; of spiritual presence, animal encounters and the unexplained.

There is one reason why I chose to walk on the wild side this time. First and foremost, I believe the so-called paranormal experiences I will discuss in this article are legitimate and real, and therefore worth sharing. I will relay my own personal experiences and those of witnesses and participants with whom I am personally acquainted, many of whom are well known and respected in their own communities. While I can offer no substantial proof, I believe the personal recollections of these witnesses must be taken in good faith and I trust their integrity and honesty implicitly; whether you trust mine is up to you.

I ask you, the reader, to stand outside the limited paradigm of the ‘here and now’, and join me in an excursion into the wild side, where the spiritual and the mundane collide.

Failing My End of Year Assignment

Turning back the clock a little over 30 years, when I made the mistake of believing that studying an archaeology course at university would be of benefit, I was allowed to investigate a very sacred site with distinct Egyptian overtones.

My research of the handwritten notes of the first observers at the site confirmed that this ancient road found within a large stand of subtropical forest on the side of a very steep hill, was quite probably constructed by Egyptians. This apparent anomaly in archaeology, and its unexpectedly ancient participants, was evidence of an advanced and ancient civilisation in Australia thousands of years before the British first sailed up the east coast of Australia.

This was apparently a bitter pill to swallow for my lecturer – and even more so when considering that this site and that this fact was now the foundation of my major end of year assignment. He begged me to reconsider, lamenting that he hated to be “a party-pooper” but asking me not to write about such a topic. He even suggested that virtually anything I wrote without straying into such turbulent waters would be sufficient. Just walk away!

And I did – I refused to rewrite one word in retraction and immediately withdrew from the course. I had no choice, after what happened when standing beside and on this road/track of over 100 metres in length everything was rearranged and not one sentence of my report could be changed. To do so I would be lying to myself and to the Original spirits and Guardians of that sacred site.

I was ‘warned’ when first taken on to this site by an Original custodian that, when I returned with another friend Greg Eager, we would not be alone. I wasn’t unprepared. My earlier research correctly gave the name of who that Original custodian was when last incarnated. As much as my guide was caught a touch unawares by my prior knowledge and overload of confidence, he still had the last say: “You might know who he is, but you still gunna meet him and no book is gunna help you then”.

I was given permission to return, and it was an invitation I immediately accepted, but it was hedged with the uncertainty of the exact nature of my next engagement.

Footsteps Across the Void

A week later Greg and I were on site measuring the width (1-1.5 metres) and length (approximately 135 metres) of the stone road, the girth of the Brushbox and Red Caribbean trees (over 8 metres!) that were growing over the top of the track, and estimating the number of rocks (>5,000) laid on the ground to form this cambered and guttered construction. Greg’s camera and lens were of the highest quality, and it was during the time set aside for him to photograph this site, memories of my earlier warning came flooding back.

All thoughts were lost to the duties and archaeology at hand, until I heard the first unmistakeable footstep – but the footstep heard was coming from the wrong direction. Greg was at least one hundred metres to my left and some way up the slope taking pictures from above. The only place he couldn’t be was below, to the right and much closer.

So it began. I heard the first step when I was around 20 metres down the slope. I looked in the general direction of the sound but saw nothing. I waited a minute or so for another noise and initially put it down to a fallen branch. Barely a second after I had refocused on the archaeological task at hand, I heard a second step – and it sounded a couple of metres closer. Visibility was not a problem, with a mature full canopy standing above the forest floor, and it was clear there was nobody there.

I stood and took a couple of paces toward the sound and saw nothing that could assist; nothing fallen from above or tumbling along the floor was apparent. With nothing on my visual radar, I began to rationalise and put the sound down to a large bird or unseen mammal scurrying nearby. Equally, those two steps were as far as I felt disposed to travel – something ahead was not right. So, despite the case my logical mind made for a natural agency being responsible, I kept watching without losing my focus for close to five minutes. It had to be a bird.

But it wasn’t. I tired of my sentry duties and picked up the pen to resume my count. As I did so, a third footstep was heard. Louder and closer, no more than 10 metres away, it was too clear and too close to dismiss. Within the instant my eyes were on target. No bird was flying, branch falling or life-form darting along the floor. This time the logical larder was empty. I abandoned the stone count and fixed my gaze on that spot. No matter how long it took, I was not going to falter. My intention was to see this out.

I waited quietly. I could hear where Greg was; still in the same area and certainly not responsible for what was going on here. But something was going on here, and despite my earlier warnings and boasts that I was prepared, this didn’t feel right. I kept looking directly at it convinced that, if I maintained my vigil, my unseen companion would be unable to advance and retreat.

It took less than a minute. Five metres closer and directly in front of me… Something was there, my eyes were useless but my intuition was on high alert. Heart pounding, every hair on my body was upright and standing to attention, and all I knew was that I was so far out of my comfort zone that standing still and actively trying not to panic was the sum total of my cognitive processes.

The next step was far too close for comfort and a choice had to be made: to stand my ground and summon my courage, or run and flee. An energy force, spirit, entity – call it whatever you like – something real stood within two metres and was only getting closer. This time I grabbed my folder and ran – and it certainly wasn’t a canter – to Greg and told him we were leaving, now! I had no more to say and maintained my pace as we scaled up the steep slope. Greg grabbed his cameras and gear and followed. We didn’t stop to talk or even look back until we had scaled the top and briskly walked about a kilometre down the rough walking track toward the car park.

Now comfortable we were ‘out of reach’, I told him everything. Greg was sympathetic and, I suspect, inclined to believe it could be true, but I could tell he wasn’t convinced. Fortunately, as the months passed and his photographs of that day were examined by experts from near and abroad, I suspect his doubts about the authenticity of my encounter have now vanished.

The Positive Negatives

The photographic film was sent to be processed in Australia and then in the USA, but it made no difference; there was no way the photos taken on site could be developed. Unlike the pictures taken before and after, which came out as they should – as negatives – every photograph taken of this ancient track and the immediate surrounds appeared as fully developed on film with all colours showing – as positives – something that took place inside the camera as it was taken. The ‘experts’ could offer no explanation to account for this total reversal, and insisted it was impossible for all colours to be completely inverted on the film.

Nonetheless, I still remember when the film was finally returned, holding each ‘slide’ against the light, noting the colour, shading and fine details, and at the same time utterly convinced that whatever was walking very close to me on that day was also responsible for turning this set of negatives into positives.

And so my process of esoteric familiarisation began. For quite some time I would find ways to rationalise events and signs into coincidences and anomalies, but over the years I continued to experience so many phenomena that sit outside mainstream scientific understanding, unabated, until I no longer had the will-power to contest or deny it. Once accepting this Original spiritual input to be real in every sense, it became obvious my experience of reality had been realigned. Dreams, intuition, bird signs, an overwhelming conviction to take a certain path when on country – this Original science became my reality, the very core of what I know to be true.

Outside quantum physics, the laboratory, test tubes and western science can have no role or input in this equation… but the animals most certainly do.

The Willie Wagtail’s Message

Over the years, one group has made their presence and involvement in our work clear and present: the animal kingdom. Owls, kangaroos, willie wag-tails, hawks, wedge-tail eagles, white cockatoos and kookaburras are but some of the guides who have directed the paths we walked upon and guided us to the sites we discovered. And according to Original wisdom, all birds have the capacity to bear messages from across the divide.

In my final years of teaching I still remember one very unusual event that related to the unexpected appearance by a willie wag-tail that decided to fly into a classroom, and the rituals it performed. There were two teachers in the classroom, but the bird only had eyes for my colleague, Sue. I already knew that the wag-tail is regarded by the local Original tribes to be a messenger, and noted how this bird was singing and dancing for an audience of one. The dance and song continued for close to five minutes, then the bird turned and flew out through the front door.

From that base one fact was clear – something of great significance to this young woman was occurring. Upon departing I was asked what all of this meant. All I could suggest was that it was her message, but that I suspected it was of the highest importance. She pressed the point, was it good or bad? This young woman realized the unusual nature of this experience and was quite open to exploring the possibilities of what had happened, and was more than a touch concerned. She wanted assurances, but I had none; this was beyond my skill level and I told her this. What I didn’t share was my suspicion that the focus, length of stay and energy expended by our feathered messenger did not augur well.

Within minutes of the bird flying out the front door, Sue received a phone call with tragic news: her grandfather had unexpectedly passed away barely five minutes ago. Neither of us doubted for a millisecond that his death and the bird’s appearance were connected. How, who and why are imponderables and still a work in progress.

No Birds, No Way

Being greeted by birds is a constant when we visit Original site on country. There has only been one occasion when a hearty bird sign was not part of our entrance to a new site, when no bird of any type welcomed us, and that place is still the site for which I hold the least regard or inclination to return.

I knew from the moment we pulled up in the car-park this place was very old and just as foreboding. The description ‘death warmed up’ is close but, as there is no warmth or life there, falls short. We did not see one animal, bird or even insect. I cannot recall even seeing a solitary ant. While it is clear this location once housed an ancient settlement, we believe it was destroyed by weapons of fairly massive destruction. There are shattered and melted remains spread all over the plateau, and as genuine and ancient as this site is from an archaeological perspective, even the least intuitive among us can tell there is something sinister still at play. The place reeks of death and sickness.

During the week after visiting these remains, three of our volunteers fell sick to some form of pleurisy, one was admitted to hospital and the other two were seriously ill, coughing incessantly and bringing up blood.

The ancient remains of what we suspect was originally an ancient settlement is unique in our experience, and it is still a place we must return to. But without a bird willing to act as interlocutor between “here” and “there”, to guide us on our path, when this chore will be completed is still to be decided. All I am sure of is that, until the birds return, it will be done with the greatest reluctance.

Guardians of Protocol

Hawks have repeatedly featured as Guardians to our work on country.

Wild hawks neither flock nor obey the command of any human, but in my experience, they will do so under the right conditions – whenever Original tribal priorities beckon. When Ramindjeri Elder Karno Walker called on the hawks to appear above the ancient Standing Stones mound outside Mullumbimby NSW, eight hawks responded to his progressive invitations – one by one – appearing in deference to the Guardian Spirits of this sacred site.

On the first two occasions Evan led our team towards the entrance of the Cave of the Orbs in NSW, the same brown owl flew out from the same roost positioned at the back ledge in the cave. When filming a huge array of spirit lights (orbs) in this cave, all we did was aim the lens at the owl’s sentry point. We instinctively knew that the position the owl chose to guard had to be the central point. That the same owl left Evan a gift of one of its feathers on our first visit was indeed auspicious, reinforcing in our minds the orchestrating role that bird played (our input in these proceedings being secondary).

As Evan and I admitted in an earlier article, our second visit to the Cave of the Orbs was respectful but lacking in protocol. It was the only time we went into the cave unsmoked. We did this only because Darkinoong Elder, the late Auntie Beve, was unwell at the time, and knowing that walking onto sacred ground is a serious event and (as visitors) ceremony has to be given in advance, I had hoped the rituals we enacted were sufficient. I was wrong. Although we did perform a substitute ceremony, we were soon reminded that near enough can never be good enough when walking on sacred ground.

That night I received an unexpected phone call from Karno Walker in SA. Not only did he know we were on site some three thousand kilometers away, but he also voiced his concern that we went onto country unsmoked, breaking with Original protocol. In what only added to the mystique, Karno told me there was a kangaroo standing beside him relaying this information to him. How this cross-communication took place and how any marsupial on Karta was aware of what we were doing so far away are yet further imponderables. All we do know is that Karno knew of our spiritual transgression in the bush that day, and that is a fact many will have real problems understanding.

A Kookaburra in Residence

Consistent to the theme of human-animal(-spirit) communication was the interaction that took place between Graham Hancock, Santha Faiia and a kookaburra when they visited Australia for a series of speaking engagements last month. While they were staying at Byron Bay NSW, Graham and Santha asked Evan and I to come to the house they had rented and to identify a rather amazing bird that had taken up residence.

There seated on a railing was a kookaburra! Santha was fascinated by the bird and was busy taking photographs, while Graham wanted to know of the huge Original significance of this animal. Remarkably, it didn’t matter how close we got to the kookaburra (less than 30 centimetres away) this animal was absolutely unruffled and secure in its majesty. Knowing Graham and Santha were to join us in exploration of Original country during their stay, it was immediately evident this bird was chosen by the spirits to be Graham and Santha’s Guardian and totem on country. But the depth of this relationship was yet to be revealed.

On country in Kariong NSW, while we were at the car park preparing to investigate the Bulgandry complex of engravings, there at the beginning of the track that led down to the site was a kookaburra who only had eyes for Santha. For reasons not relevant to this tale, I knew straight away that this bird was checking on Santha’s progress. Once we made our way towards the path the kookaburra flew off, but never away. I watched the bird’s flight path as it followed us – and particularly Santha – making its way down towards the tree nearest to the boardwalk that encircles the set of engravings. And there he sat and waited. It was only when Santha reached the tree at the boardwalk that the kookaburra’s mission was completed. Santha’s connection to the Bulgandry site was unmistakeable.

Auntie Beve’s Calling Card

As I said earlier, Original wisdom tells us that all birds have the capacity to bear messages from across the divide. And I cannot think of a more relevant and recent example of this communication than that which took place just days after our friend and Elder Auntie Beve passed over.

Yes this tale begins well out in left-field. It is enough of a stretch proving that animals can act as mediums for the Spirits, but talk of Daniella Cardenas (Daniella co-wrote the book Ancient Aliens in Australia with Bruce Fenton, Evan and I) being in telepathic communication with the spirit of Auntie Beve seems a very unsteady premise upon which to begin this account. In what adds to the shaky foundation, Daniella never met Auntie Beve and was in her bed in Colombia when she appeared in ‘spirit’ form.

The message and mannerisms Danielle described were a perfect fit, but my logical mind kept reminding me of the remotest chance Daniella could have guessed or fluked it. But why? I had no reason to distrust her or her judgment. The problem was, as we spoke to Daniella and Bruce on Skype from across the globe, a white cockatoo appeared from nowhere and perched on the railing of the verandah. The white cockatoo is Auntie Beve’s totem, her animal soul-mate; she always wore a white cockatoo feather in her hair, and gifted a feather to the inner members of our Tribe before her passing. And a we spoke with Daniella of her experience with Auntie Beve, the same bird delivered an affirmation that what Daniella experienced was real and of immense importance.

It could all be merely a coincidence, the cockatoo’s appearance random. That would be a standard academic explanation. Problem is, as the guardian Totem, the cockatoo does not stand alone. On Karta (Kangaroo Island), it was only the appearance of three eagles (Karno’s totem) that prevented our group from colliding with an errant 4wd just up the road. But, as Karno often declares when sharing a snippet of Original wisdom, “that is another story”, and one I will certainly expand upon in an upcoming article.

Speaking in Tongues

Kangaroos and eagles can communicate with Karno and vice versa; that is his reality and will stay that way until his last breath, and well beyond. They can share with him events taking place thousands of kilometers away, or know of impending danger and take action to secure our safety. That is his truth, one he has demonstrated to me directly, and our failure to carry on this ancient wisdom is our collective loss.

And Karno does not stand alone. Our selection of accounts of interaction between humans and non-humans is by no means complete. What is constant throughout this review is that the so-called divide between species does not actually exist, nor should we underestimate the capacities and wisdom of the animals who cannot read or play computer games.

There is an old saying I have heard since childhood and only recently began to understand: ‘a little bird told me’. Not only is this true, it is a gross understatement. When the Original way was sovereign, little birds, big birds, nocturnal birds, white birds, big kangaroos and people long passed all had the means and right to make contact, and to share truths and insights. The Original truth remains our beacon and eternal constant.

That human-animal-spirit connection is elemental to the human identity and each person’s soul, but sits outside today’s cultural and scientific parameters. As I conceded during my introduction, I have no absolute proof or laboratory in my corner. There are those who will say all of us (myself included) are lying! These days the truth is an expedient commodity and it is difficult to take anything on trust. But the stories I have shared are nothing new; such interactions have been happening since the very beginning, well before science tried to explain or disprove any of it. There is no pyramid of life with Homo sapien sapiens seated at the top of the pedestal, but a gathering of life in which humanity interacts. Contact between species and dimensions is a natural part of daily life, and an ancient part of the Original story and heritage that has simply never been lost.

And how do I know this? ‘A little bird told me’.

Previous articles by Steven & Evan Strong:

About the authors:

Steven Strong is an Australian-based researcher, author and former high school teacher with a background in archaeology. He was involved in the formation of a Graduate Diploma of Aboriginal Education for the NSW Department of Education, writing units on Traditional Law and Contemporary History. He also co-authored the highly successful “Aboriginal Australia: A Language and Cultural kit” and has written over a dozen articles on Original history and lore for the National Indigenous Times, with four articles also appearing in New Dawn magazine.

Evan Strong is a researcher, historian and author with a Bachelor degree in the Social Sciences, majoring in psychology and archaeology/anthropology.

Together they have co-written 4 books:

Constructing a New World Map, an exploration of the ancient mystical tradition that began in theDreaming, and and examination of the historical circumstances that require the construction of a new world map.
Mary Magdalene’s Dreaming. Tracing the origins of religion, this is a comparison of Original wisdom and Gnostic scriptures, stripped of all cultural and geographic differences The secret knowledge Mary and Jesus preached is undoubtedly the purest replication of the Original Dreaming since the first mariners were banished from Australia.
Forgotten Origin, dedicated to the first Homo sapiens: the Original people, continues their investigation into the global impact of Original people sailing from Australia no less than 50,000 years ago, paying particular attention to mtDNA, Y Chromosomes, skull morphology, historical accounts, and the religious ancestry upon which this hidden history is founded.
Shunned, their latest publication, thoroughly refutes the Out-of-Africa theory of human history and examines the archaeological and DNA evidence that suggests Australia is where modern human beings derived.

With close to 30 years of contact with original Gumilaroi people and tribes of the Bundjalung Language Confederation, and the benefit of extensive consultation with many Original Elders, Steve and Evan’s work is to reveal the ancient story of the Original people, a narrative that was almost lost to aggressive European colonisation.

For more information visit ForgottenOrigin.com

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