and so my communion with the Old Ones of Inland New South Wales begins..

To help you understand the why’s and wherefore’s I was given this as I sat and gazed out at the Bumtang Island, an aboriginal sacred place in the Murray River, Robinvale Victoria. I was drawn there though I had no knowledge that it was by this beautiful, ancient being:

A Warrior dwells within this place
His heart is strong and full of grace.
He guards the wonders hidden here
That speak of all he once held dear.
An Elder looking down on me;
No longer flesh he’s wild and free.
A part of Nature’s hidden dance,
He says I didn’t come by chance.
A messenger in human form,
A soul who sees the truth and mourns;
The loss of this world’s innocence
Through Mankind’s greed and ignorance.
At last he’s found an open mind
Who’ll spread the word throughout Mankind.
“Come back to Nature’s waiting arms.
Cease now the quest for other balms.
Your worship at the shrine of Gold
Will sear your spirit, scar your soul.
Return to Nature; know your place
Is here with us. Live life with grace.
Remember who you really are
Starseeds who have travelled far.
Turn not your back on Sacred Land.
She weeps for you Oh Child of Man.”
With eyes awash, my heart in pain.
I promised I will write again.
This message isn’t mine alone;
Its time for Humans to atone.
She’ll live again despite our ways
But will we see those golden days?
I’m glad I heard his mournful call;
His need to speak of Nature’s Fall.
I’m honoured by his presence here;
His knowing I hold Nature dear.
I’m home again, held in Her arms,
Safe from fakes and ‘worldly charms’.
If through my words you feel him too,
Return to Nature. She needs you!
(c) Sandra A. Beal
15th July, 2017