Ever since I was a young child, Australia had a mysterious ring to my ear. To hear the countries name would bring images of something wild and remote. Later on in my late 20's when I was living in the Peruvian Amazon and apprenticing to the elemental spirits of the plant kingdom and Ayahuasquero Shamans, I had a spiritual visitation, where two Australian Aborigines carrying didgeridoos covered in white paint entered my cabin and promptly invited me to North West Queensland and that was the last of that, or so I thought.
Fast forward 20 or so years to Lubliania, capital of Slovenia where I was giving individual healing sessions that had such positive results that a friend called me up within a few months and invited me to Australia to do ceremony for his family and that he would cover the cost of my tickets. The icing on the cake was that I was able to route my flight through Singapore on my way home to attend Thaipusam, that is a festival for Lord Subramanyan, one of Lord Shiva’s son's and a favorite of mine. Nothing could be better. Little did I know.
I arrived in Sydney, met up with my hosts who so graciously had flown me to Australia and spent a few days there before going to Brisbane where I met up with an old friend of mine, who took me to his home on a beautiful mountain in the Australian rainforest. He understood from my conversation that I needed some work and offered to call up people that would be interested in sessions or ceremony with me.. Before I could even answer him, I heard within me " don't make any plans, light a fire first". So before I even unpacked my things, I pulled out my fire kit and lit the ceremonial fire. While I gave oblations into the fire and recited the mantras, the sacredness enveloped us and spread out into the land and then my inner gaze was brightened by the entrance of a magnificently pregnant aboriginal woman, who easily could have been carrying quadruplets.
She looked at my in all her shining glory and started showing me a place where she wanted me to do ceremony to heal the song lines that had been disrupted by nuclear testing and the forced education of her people, when they were forced to cover their bodies and wear the white mans clothes. I looked over at my friend and said" this really pregnant aborigine woman just came here and gave me these instructions" He looked at me and replied excitedly, " Manu brother, that’s a mountain and her name is Beerwah, She is one of the Glass House mountains and is on sacred land. Being respectful of native ways, I have been waiting for an invitation to go for 12 years and it seems that here we are being invited"
I hadn't seen him in more then ten years since our last meeting in India and it was a true blessing to be in his wise and loving presence once again. His home and temple was full of beautiful and exquisite energy. When I got there, he mentioned that many people would be coming that evening for Satsang or sharing and that I was the guest speaker. So feeling very welcome and at home surrounded by such beautiful people, I shared many stories and experiences about my life and spiritual journey, one of them being the recent visit of Mount Beerwah to my sacred fire ceremony. After finishing, someone in the audience comes up to me and says " you need to meet Auntie Minnie Mace, an aboriginal elder of the Koa people".
And so the next day, I was taken to meet Aunty Minnie Mace, a beautiful elder full of laughter and wisdom. She peered at me, checking me out as we danced around each other, finding out where we were coming from. The creator told me to sing her a song, and as I did, a torrential rain appeared out of nowhere and stopped as soon as I sang the last word. She laughed and said" I see your connected to the call box" to which I replied, "yes we all work for the same phone company". We hit it off like we had known each other for many generations.
Aunty Minnie has strong roots with Mount Beerwah and was very open and understanding about the vision that I had and took us to Mount Beerwah. We did ceremony next to beautiful place of water at the foot of Grandma Mountain and we sang and brought the noise down, so that the song lines can be heard again. Its not that the line was broken, but that modern life is so loud. Its hard to hear nature and the ancestors over the sound of traffic, alcohol, internet, modern ego, anger and desire based living.
In the Andes of South America, the mountain people have an intrinsic relationship with the snow-capped mountains that give water to nourish Pachamama (Mother Earth). They call the mountain spirits Apus and venerate them deeply as great guardians and benefactors. I bow down to Apu Mount Beerwah and her family, the Glass House mountains and thank them for watching over their people and for calling ceremony forth.