Riverbed waking

I wish to begin with what I wrote in the Spirit of Endeavour (2009), as it is in ways the distillation of much work, by many, in essence the foundation of this writing. Perhaps the Heart is in some ways as subversive as Shared Dreaming, and a parallel in expression of a waking organic truth, as shared dreaming is the realm of the organic unconscious.

The spirit of the endeavour.

Heart as a metaphor of compassion and connectedness, an energy that emanates the spirit of filoxenos* within the animation of being and all being.

Landscape and all that lies upon it is inseparable from this metaphorical heart, which is boundary-less in time and space.

The idea that it is movement beyond time and location towards a union of one’s heart energy with all ‘dreaming’ engenders the spirit for exploring ‘the heart of dreaming’.

What the experience, exposed, at a personal level, was a feeling of coming home, a place and space where working and dreaming+, environment and people within it, were in union.

At times whilst there I felt an envy of this, natural connectedness, and a community whose currency is heart energy, primary energy of expression. Experiences of this are many. Some include: the children playing, making play in the landscape, co-operative exuberance, joy, sensitivity and exploration. ‘You like ‘im’ said one as he came, looked deeply, then touched an old river gum tree.

Sharing food, and seeing shiny family pods, sitting together gracefully by fires, before coming together to eat. Being moved by the depth in the painting of Lena Pwerle, ‘Soakage’. Her connection to underground circular rainbows, all connected. Honey Dreaming . .. expressing what’s inside the life force, point of conception, and the cosmos and conception.

By Bill Neidjie Poem….


Listen …. With your heart…!


* filoxenos is 'love of foreign people'
+ Dreaming is in this sense, the union of waking and sleeping


Again there was a sense in these experiences of the fluidity and boundary-less-ness of heart energy, and the profound, almost dreaming like connection of spirit when one listens and engages with heart, dreaming, and the immense


Union

LET NOT THE GODS OF REASON….

PLUCK THE WINGS OF SPIRIT…

FAR GREATER; LET US MARRY.. MATTER AND SPIRIT,

WITH GIFTS… OF WONDER, VITALITY AND ENERGY.

LET US BEAT THE TIMELESS DRUM OF RITUAL…

AND PASS THE FORCE OF FIRE;

AND NOW JOIN THE TRANSFORMATION…

THE MYSTERY …. WHERE MOMENTS OF BLISS AND PAIN. . . BECOME INSEPARABLE;

THEIR CREATORS, ALL AND ONE


Reflecting on the feeling of envy of connectedness I wondered what had been lost or stolen and primarily the colonization of the heart by the head.

Apparent is the parallel process of the colonization of and attack on the natural, the indigenous.

Maybe the consequence is an addiction to dependency, in its many forms.

Logos amidst coercion and collusion distorts into disconnected connectedness, becoming a common currency.

Wondering as I write this following poem; about Burke and Wills leaving the Royal Society from Melbourne across ‘Terra Nullius’ toward central Australia (1860-61).They perished amidst the Utopia community, upon the ‘Soakages’ painted by Lena Pwerle.



Untitled


FOR THOU LIFE’S A GAME OF CHESS
WALLS, COMPARTMENTS;
WHERE FEAR AND FANTASY UNDRESS.
I SEE IT IN THINE EYES, AS THY HEART
TURNS FAINT
IS IT BEAST, OR IS IT SAINT?



Our journey in shared dreaming and the Heart of Dreaming is a striving toward meaning, the union of waking and sleeping and perhaps natural connectedness that is as simple as it is profound, transformative and boundary-less! Perhaps transformation is a commonality of this way of working and shared dreaming touches the genius engendered in natural connectedness. The energy and generatively that emanates from this project speaks for this.


Cockatoo feather


This Red-Tail Black Cockatoo feather (Calyptorhynchus Magnificus) was presented to elder Kumantjyay Jones at Soapybore by Kam and Peter prior to setting up the camp.







Honey Dreaming

Painting 'Honey Dreaming' by Joyce Jones









Painting 'Different Skin Corroboree' by Damien Alum

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