Thukeri

This is a story about two men who lived on the shores of Lake Alexandrina. They belonged to the Ngarrindjerri people.
The two men set off in their bark canoe to go fishing on the lake. They travelled along on the calm, cool waters until they came to their favourite fishing place, called Loveday Bay, where they always caught the best and most delicious bream fish. In their language, this fish is called Thukeri.

They found a good sheltered spot among some high reeds. They had made their own fishing lines, called nungi, from cords they had made from the reeds. They used very sharp bird bones for hooks.

They knew the women were collecting vegetable plants to eat with the fish.

As the day went on the two men sat there catching more and more fat, juicy Thukeri. They were having such a wonderful day catching so many fish and wanted to keep catching more and more, but the canoe was almost full and looked like it would sink.

As they paddled in closer to shore, they could see a stranger in the distance. He seemed to be walking straight towards them. The two men looked at each other; what if this stranger wanted some of their beautiful, juicy Thukeri?

They were greedy and decided not to share with the stranger. They decided to keep all the fat, lovely Silver Bream for themselves and quickly covered the fish up with their woven mats so that the stranger would not see them. When the stranger came up to the two men he said, 'Hello, brothers. I haven't eaten anything at all today. Could you spare me a couple of fish?'

The two men looked at each other and at the mats hiding the Thukeri. They turned to the stranger and one of them said, 'I'm sorry, friend, but we caught only a few fish today and we have to take them home for our wives and children and the old people, because they are depending on us. So, you see, we can't give you any.'

The stranger stood there for a long while and then started to walk away. He stopped, turned around and stared at them. 'You lied,' he said. 'I know that you have plenty of fish in your canoe. Because you are so greedy, you will never be able to enjoy those Thukeri ever again.'

The two men stood there, puzzled, as the stranger walked away into the sunset. They shrugged their shoulders, then quickly took off the mats and began to gut the fish. But as they did this, they found that these beautiful silver Thukeri were so full of sharp, thin bones that they couldn't eat them.

'What are we going to do? We can't take these home to our families, they'll choke on them.' So the two men had to return home in shame with only the bony fish. When they got home, they told their families what had happened. The old people told them that the stranger was really the Great Spirit called Ngurunderi. Now all the Ngarrindjeri people would be punished for ever, because the two men were so greedy.

And so today, whenever people catch a bony bream, they are reminded of long ago, when Ngurunderi taught them a lesson.




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Min-na-wee (Why the crocodile rolls)

As the last rays of the beautiful red-pink sun set on the small camp and the sweeping coastal plain, all the little girls played, enjoying themselves.

All the young boys were with their fathers, learning the ways of manhood. The mothers were preparing for the evening meal. There was fresh fish cooking on the coals, with freshly-caught mud crabs and mussels.

Everyone in the group was contented, the season had been good for them. Plenty of fresh food. Everyone except little Min-na-wee was happy.

Min-na-wee was different. From a little girl, Min-na-wee liked to cause trouble amongst the other little girls. Min-na-wee's face was so hard and scaly-looking, it mostly revealed her hatred.

The old people knew of Min-na-wee's efforts to start trouble, which led to fights. Not only among the little girls, but also their mothers.

The old people warned Min-na-wee's mother that if she did not stop Min-na-wee making humbug, then something terrible would happen to her.

Years passed and Min-na-wee grew into a young woman, but she still liked to cause trouble. One day all the young women, including Min-na-wee, had to prepare to be selected as brides. Min-na-wee stood in a line with all the other girls. The old people pointed out which men were to marry which women. By the end of the ceremony, Min-na-wee was left standing alone. She had not been chosen to become a wife.

Min-na-wee's hatred grew stronger and stronger. She caused more and more trouble in the camp. Fights were breaking out every day amongst the tribe. Min-na-wee sat back in her little humpy and watched. She was pleased with herself.

The Elders of the tribe agreed that Min-na-wee must be punished for what she had done.

Min-na-wee had little knowledge of the tribe's decision. As she approached the women to cause another fight, she was grabbed by the men and rolled around and around in the dirt.

She managed to escape and run in to the edge of the sea where she called on the evil spirits to change her into a vicious animal so she could stage a revenge attack on her tribe. Min-na-wee was changed into a large crocodile and slid into the muddy waters, awaiting her prey.

The tribespeople thought no more of Min-na-wee and carried out their daily events. As they wandered along the banks, hunting for mud crabs, Min-na-wee lay waiting. One of the men who had taken part in Min-na-wee's punishment jumped into the water. Min-na-wee crept up behind and grabbed him. She told him she would roll him around and around, as he had done to her. Over and over, she continued to roll him in the water, until she was satisfied he was punished enough.

To this day, Min-na-wee's spirit still remains with the crocodiles and that is why every time that a crocodile catches its prey, it always will roll around and around in the water.

The Two Wise Men and the Seven Sisters

In the beginning of Yulbrada, the Earth, the Creator, Jindoo-the Sun, sent two Spirit men, Woddee Gooth-tha-rra, to shape it. They were from the far end of the Milky Way.

They made the hills, the valleys, the lakes and the ocean. When they had nearly completed their work, Jindoo the Creator sent seven sisters, stars of the Milky Way, to beautify the earth with flowers, with trees, with birds, animals and other creepy things.

The Seven Sisters were making the Honey Ants when they all got thirsty and they said to the younger sister, 'Go and look for some gubbee, some nice water. Over there, in the hills. Go in that direction'. The little young sister took the yandee dish and she went in search of the water.

The Woddee Gooth-tha-rra, the two spirit men, they were in the bushes and they were spying on these women. They followed the minyma Goothoo, the younger sister, when she went for the water.

This young sister, she fell in love with the two men. The other six sisters went looking for their sister, because she had been gone for so long. They wondered where she might be. They were really very thirsty and they needed their water. After a while, they found her with the two spirit men.

The Creator, Jindoo the Sun, had warned them that should such a thing happen to any one of the sisters, she would not be able to return to her place in the Milky Way. When the six sisters finished their work, they returned to the Milky Way. The two men and the woman remained here on Yulbrada, the earth. Their special powers were taken away when they became mortal. They became the parents of the earth, who made our laws and our people-the desert people. They live by these laws today.

This is why the people of the desert have such knowledge and respect of the stars in the universe.

Koockard (Goanna)

This is another Dreamtime story belonging to Ngiyaampaa and it's called Koockard.

Long, long time ago, two little nephews asked their old uncle to take them out and camp on the river so that he could teach them how to make their spears and woomeras and their boomerangs. Also to teach them to go hunting and how to identify the tracks of the animals.

Old uncle, he tried to put it off because they were too young, he thought, only eight years old. But the two little nephews, they kept pestering old uncle, 'We've got to go, we must go now. Come on, we'll go out tonight.' So old uncle gave in and he said, 'Okay, we'll go out and we'll set up camp on the river bend. Once we get our camp set up, we'll make our brush gunyah, then we'll go for a walk around the river bend and find some nice straight sticks to make your spears out of.'

So when they got out along the river bend and got their gunyah made, old uncle said, 'Come on, we'll go and find our straight sticks. Now remember, don't look for crooked ones, don't run and get any old stick. You must get a nice straight stick to make your spear out of.'

The two little fellas walked around the river bend looking for nice straight saplings to make their spear out of and when they found it, old uncle went up and he chopped it off with his stone axe. He showed the little fellas how to sit down and take all the bark off the saplings and trim them up nice and get all the notches off. He also showed them how to make the woomera, the little stick they needed to sit the spear in so they could spear the kangaroo or emu or whatever they were hunting for.

When they had that done, old uncle said, 'Come on, we'll go back to camp now and tomorrow morning we'll go out hunting.' But the two little boys were really impatient and they said, 'Oh come on uncle, let us go now. Let' us go for a walk around the river bend and see if we can find a kangaroo.' Old uncle said, 'No, wait 'til the morning and I'll go too'. 'No, we'll go, uncle. We'll bring back whatever we find.'

So old uncle said to them when they were ready to go, 'Listen. When you go walking around the river bends, there's something I want you to be very, very careful of. You must promise me that you will never, ever hurt it or harm it.' They looked at one another as much as to say 'what's he talking about?' Uncle said, 'old Koockard, the great big river goanna. If ever you come across him, you must promise you'll never hurt him or harm him in any way.' So the two little boys looked at their uncle and they promised him, 'okay uncle, we won't hurt him or harm him.'

They went off, walking around the river bend, right around the river bend they kept walking. In those times the grass used to grow nice and tall. So they're walking around the river bends, they got around the third bend and they saw the tall grass moving really quickly and then stop. The two little fellas stood back and said, 'that might be a kangaroo over there. Let us creep up and see what's going on, what's making the grass move.'

As they started creeping in towards where the grass was moving, the grass moved again, really quickly, then stopped. They got in a bit further and all of a sudden they came across old Koockard's tail. That big river goanna, his tail was sticking out.

So they backed back, and the two little fellas said to one another, 'remember what uncle told us? If ever we come across old Koockard we mustn't harm him or hurt him.' And they said, 'Yeah, but what if we have some fun with him? You get your spear and creep up right up around this side of old Koockard, to his left arm, level with his left should and you lie down still. I'll get my spear and I'll go around this side, to his right arm. I'll crouch down there and when old Koockard puts his head down to bite the meat that he was eating (because this was what was happening. Koockard was putting his mouth down and biting the dead meat and shaking all the ants off it before he swallowed it and this made the grass move).

The two little fellas said, 'we'll go up there. We'll have some fun with him. When he puts his head down to bite the meat, you tickle him under the arm with your spear. When he's settled down again and he takes another bite, I'll tickle him under this side with my spear.'

The two little fellas agreed to do this, so they snuck up and crouched down and as soon as old Koockard reached down to take a bite of the dead kangaroo, the little fella tickled him under the arm. So Koockard jumped up and he was looking around to see what stuck into him, but he was looking over the top of the tall grass so he couldn't see the little boy lying down in the grass alongside of him.

He settled down again and he took another bite and the little boy on the other side tickled him on that side. Koockard jumped up again and he was looking around, but because the grass was high, he couldn't see.

They kept going. One would tickle him on one side and the other would tickle him on the other side.

Then one little boy, he got a fit of the giggles and he couldn't stop laughing. He rolled over and as he rolled, his spear hit on a log. So Koockard jumped and he spun right around in a big circle and he flattened the two little boys.

Sitting in a gum tree close by were two Kookaburras and up until that time they couldn't laugh. But as soon as they saw what happened to the two little boys, they just looked at one another and burst out laughing.

So that's the Dreamtime story of how the Kookaburras got their laugh.

Illawarra and the five islands

The story I'm about to tell you now is about Illawarra and the five islands.

The story starts off with three of our warriors that used to live way out from the mainland on a little island. They lived out there for quite a while and their food started to run out on the island and there was only one canoe between the three of them.

These three men we'll call Whale, Koala and Starfish. As the food started to die off, Koala and Starfish said to Whale (because he was the only one who had a canoe), 'Can we borrow your canoe and we'll paddle into the mainland and go and fill the canoe up with food and we'll bring it back and share it out with you.'

Whale thought to himself for a minute, 'If I give them my canoe, they're going to go in there and leave me here and I'll starve to death and they'll keep my canoe.' So he said to them 'No, you're not getting my canoe.'

So Koala and Starfish had a little meeting between themselves and they made up a plan to steal the canoe.

Koala said to Starfish, 'I know a way to get this canoe off this fella. He's got mullars in his head. Lice.

He likes me to look in his head and kill those lice. When I do that, there's a big log over there. I'm going to take him down onto the beach and sit down. I'll put his head on my lap and while I'm looking in his head he'll doze off.

Then you pinch his canoe and roll that big log over.'

Whale had a stick and when Koala was looking in his head, he'd start to doze off, he'd tap with his stick against the canoe.

Koala had a big long stick, sharpened on the end to part Whale's hair and kill these lice in his head. And as he was parting his hair, Whale started to go off into a really deep sleep and started snoring.

So Starfish dragged the canoe away and rolled the log over. The plan was for Starfish to get in the canoe and start paddling out and Koala was going to dive in the water and swim out after him. Starfish got the canoe down into the water and hopped in and started paddling out. Koala lifted Whale's head off his lap and put it on the sand. By this time Whale was sound asleep, snoring.

Koala ran down to the edge of the water and he was just about to dive in when Whale woke up. Whale ran down to the edge of the water and caught Koala before he could dive in the water and they had big fight at the water's edge.

Whale started to get the better of Koala, punching him, and Koala reached around behind him and stabbed him in the back of the neck with this big sharp stick. Then Koala dived in the water and he swam out and got in the canoe with Starfish and they paddled away.

They had almost reached the land up near Wollongong and by this time Whale had reached around the back of his neck and pulled out the sharp stick. He dived in the water and he was a really strong swimmer, so he swam after the other two and caught them just before they reached Port Kembla.

Whale rose up out of the water and he came down on the canoe and smashed it into five pieces. Then he looked around and he spotted Koala swimming towards the shore. So he caught up with Koala and punched him in the face, flattened his face and stretched his ears out. Koala got away and swam into shore, ran up a big gum tree and sat shaking in the fork of the tree.

Then Whale looked around for Starfish and he caught him sneaking into a little rockpool in the corner of the beach. He caught Starfish and he pounded him flat and stretched him this way and that way and that way.

Just about that time, they started to take the shapes they're in now. Koala stayed as the little koala up in the tree. Starfish turned into the little starfish over in the rockpool and Whale turned into the big whale. That wound in the back of his neck is his breathing hole. So as he came up for air he was able to breathe that way.

That's the story about Illawarra and five islands. Every year you see the whales going up the coast and coming back down and lots of people think they're going up there for a special reason, but that's Whale going up there looking for Koala and Starfish to give them another flogging.

Creation Story

This is the creation story of Ngiyaampaa country, as well as the land belonging to Eaglehawk and Crow.

Now long, long time ago of course, in the beginning, when there was no people, no trees, no plants whatever on this land, "Guthi-guthi", the spirit of our ancestral being, he lived up in the sky.

So he came down and he wanted to create the special land for people and animals and birds to live in.

So Guthi-guthi came down and he went on creating the land for the people-after he'd set the borders in place and the sacred sights, the birthing places of all the Dreamings, where all our Dreamings were to come out of.

Guthi-guthi put one foot on Gunderbooka Mountain and another one at Mount Grenfell.

And he looked out over the land and he could see that the land was bare. There was no water in sight, there was nothing growing. So Guthi-guthi knew that trapped in a mountain-Mount Minara-the water serpent, Weowie, he was trapped in the mountain. So Guthi-guthi called out to him, "Weowie, Weowie", but because Weowie was trapped right in the middle of the mountain, he couldn't hear him.

Guthi-guthi went back up into the sky and he called out once more, "Weowie", but once again Weowie didn't respond. So Guthi-guthi came down with a roar like thunder and banged on the mountain and the mountain split open. Weowie the water serpent came out. And where the water serpent travelled he made waterholes and streams and depressions in the land.

So once all that was finished, of course, Weowie went back into the mountain to live and that's where Weowie lives now, in Mount Minara. But then after that, they wanted another lot of water to come down from the north, throughout our country. Old Pundu, the Cod, it was his duty to drag and create the river known as the Darling River today.

So Cod came out with Mudlark, his little mate, and they set off from the north and they created the big river. Flows right down, water flows right throughout our country, right into the sea now.

And of course, this country was also created, the first two tribes put in our country were Eaglehawk and Crow. And from these two tribes came many tribal people, many tribes, and we call them sub-groups today. So my people, the Ngiyaampaa people and the Barkandji further down are all sub-groups of Eaglehawk and Crow.

So what I'm telling you-the stories that were handed down to me all come from within this country.


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'Dreamtime' or 'Dreaming'
The expression 'Dreamtime' is most often used to refer to the 'time before time', or 'the time of the creation of all things', while 'Dreaming' is often used to refer to an individual's or group's set of beliefs or spirituality.

For instance, an Indigenous Australian might say that they have Kangaroo Dreaming, or Shark Dreaming, or Honey Ant Dreaming, or any combination of Dreamings pertinent to their 'country'. However, many Indigenous Australians also refer to the creation time as 'The Dreaming'.

What is certain is that 'Ancestor Spirits' came to Earth in human and other forms and the land, the plants and animals were given their form as we know them today.

These Spirits also established relationships between groups and individuals, (whether people or animals) and where they traveled across the land, or came to a halt, they created rivers, hills, etc., and there are often stories attached to these places.

Once their work was done, the Ancestor Spirits changed again; into animals or stars or hills or other objects. For Indigenous Australians, the past is still alive and vital today and will remain so into the future. The Ancestor Spirits and their powers have not gone, they are present in the forms into which they changed at the end of the 'Dreamtime' or 'Dreaming', as the stories tell.

The stories have been handed down through the ages and are an integral part of an Indigenous person's 'Dreaming'.


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Emu and the Jabiru

The stories that have been told by the storytellers from up here-Arnhem Land-actually talk about the land. Yolngu land, Yolngu culture, Yolngu tradition, Yolngu way of living.
What we mean by Yolngu is an Aboriginal. It can also mean as a person whether black or white. In this case when we talk about Yolngu we're talking about the black people. The opposite we call Balanda. Balanda means the white people.

The reason why Clancy moved out here-one of the main reasons- is this is more like the main land for Gapuwiyak. The main country. Gapuwiyak is a part of this country.

So in other words, the sacred objects, the cultural stories for Gapuwiyak really come from here and Gapuwiyak is like a suburb of this land. That's why he chose to come out here, because this is where his cultural background is, here. His culture, his sacred objects and everything. That's why he chose to come out. Even though there's no facilities here, he calls it home.

For Gapuwiyak this is more a public place. This is more his backyard, you know, because of the sacred objects here.

The story about the Emu and the Jabiru, as told by Clancy Guthijpuy Marrkula talks about sharing; greed; the country here, the land here. Talks about two different people; the Dhuwa people and the Yirritja people. The countries across Arnhem Land are all sort of connected. There's always got to a be Dhuwa land and there's always got to be a Yirritja land. They always come together and the people here come under these two categories. You can only be a Yirritja and you can only be a Dhuwa.

The main reason why we like to educate our own kids, because with stories like this, it also includes the tradition, they learn about particular clans. Clancy believes that they should be told to Yolngu and Balanda, so people can have more idea about him and his land and his stories and have respect for his people and his land.

And his culture.

Clancy said earlier that schools are important, a good learning place. So we believe that schools are places where kids learn a lot in the Balanda curriculum, the Yolngu way, Yolngu stories. So, yeah, imagine seeing this in schools today across Australia would be really manymak (great) for Clancy and his story. And his people and his country.

Clancy's saying that it's very important for the Western kids too, to learn about Aboriginal stories and their land and their involvement. Because they want to learn about these kinds of stories. The same way as we learnt about these stories. In other words, we're educating our kids, but through modern technology, using videos, cameras and all that.

(Clancy Interjects)

What Clancy said is "everything's alright."

(Bangana Wunungmurra. Arnhem Land, Northern Territory 1997)


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Gulaga

This story is about Gulaga, which is our mother mountain, our sacred mountain. It's about her two sons Najanuga and Barranguba.
Barranguba is Montague Island, that's what the white people call it. Barranguba is the older son of Gulaga and the way the story goes is that, Gulaga she had two sons-Barranguba and Najanuga and Barranguba was the oldest.

Just like the older son or older brother who gets sick of living near their mother, he moves away. So Barranguba asked his Mum could he move away from her side for a bit and he went out into the sea to watch the actions of all the fishes and whales. Take care of all that.

The little brother, he saw the big brother going out and he said to Gulaga 'Mum, mum, can I go out too? I'm big. I'm grown up, can I go out and watch the fish and the whales?'

She said, 'No, son. You are too little. If I let you go out there, you'd get swallowed up by Gadu, the sea. I'll put you down near the foot of me, so I can watch you and you can watch your brother out in the ocean.'

She put him down where he is now and that's where he stayed, to watch the actions of his brother while under the eye of his mother. We call that little mountain `mummy's little boy', because he's always with his mum.



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How the water got to the plains


This is where we used to come every year for our holidays. It was called One Tree and the one tree was a wynnum which is called a pandanus. We would camp up on top of the knoll here and the horses were always on a string down in the gully. And we would sit up there in the early morning, wrapped in our blankets, and we'd watch the sun rise. And we'd listen to the birds as they sang and welcomed the sun as it came up.

This was a very important place to my sister and I, because it was here that we learned all the little stories from the early, early days. These stories were actually the education system of the people, the Butchulla people.

The children who lived on the island here, I'm not talking about ten years, twenty years ago, I'm talking about a couple of thousand years ago see, they had their different social commitments. The children here were used to such a tremendous amount of water around about them, so the time would come when the family would have to go west, not only for trading. So the family would pack up and, for the first time, the children were taught that they had to look after water while they walking.

There were certain places through the journey were permanent waterholes, such as the Womi waterholes, Banban Springs and on a particular trip, right out to Cloncurry, the children learned that not all the places were like Fraser Island where there were plenty of creeks and lakes and on the mainland there were rivers, any amount of water. So for the first time, they learned to save water and to use only what was in their eel-a-mun, or their water-carriers. Then they would come out onto the plains and see these beautiful billabongs and the first thing they would say, 'How did the water get to the plains?'

And so, the story, the first story, is always about the land when it wasn't finished. We have the people living on the mountain and one side towards the sea was beautiful and they didn't worry about the back side. It was just a dry, empty plain. And this is how the children of this area learned that not everywhere in Australia is there an abundance of water.

(Olga Miller. Fraser Island, Queensland, 1997)

FolkLore

Arhuaco philosophy

In the beginning of time, Kaku Serankua created the Earth. He made her fertile and took her as his wife.

The world was supported by two sets of four golden threads which were interwoven and attached to the four cardinal points. Where the eight golden threads cross, lies the heart of the world. This is our home, the Sierra Nevada, which is marked out by the ‘black line' which defines its boundary and separates it from the low plains which surround it.

The snow peaks and sacred lakes were placed in the middle of the mountains; this, the highest area, is chundua. The peaks are like people, like us in many ways, like ‘guardians of honour'. They are like our parents, our fathers and mothers. They are also the fathers and mothers of the white man; for our god is his god. A mamo [priest] was put on every peak to be vigilant and caring. Every peak has a mamo, just as every house has someone living there. The peaks are like our temples or churches.

Then Kaku Serankua distributed the land, he kept the Sierra as a sacred place where wisdom would reside, so that one day it could be taught again to humanity. This is where Kaku Serankua lives now, watching over his creation.

Before he made the world, Kaku Serankua created the water, which nourishes the Earth as the veins of man nourish his body. He also made the stars, the sun and moon, and everything.

When he came to create the living beings, he gave laws to the four kinds of people - the white, yellow, red and black. Their colours are the same as the four mantles of the earth: bunnekan, the white earth; minekan, the yellow earth; gunnekan, the red earth; and zeinekan, the black earth.

Our breathing is the same breath which springs from the world: the air, the winds, and the breeze. All the races of people are equal; to each was given their own rights and their own laws so that they did not violate their brothers and sisters. Each one of us has been given a path whereby we can come close to god and recognize and know him.



Taken from Survival's colour report, 'Guardians of the sacred land'.

Sands of Time

24/7 Began 11,000 years ago 4015000 days which would mean we are in the era of 2000
There was daylight and there was night
There were pictures without words and the picture was with words
There were no laws and no numbers for commandments
Greed was sinful and not populated by numbers
Dinosaurs had a foodchain just like we do
God was wind fire water and earth
Gods sanctuaries were homes back in the day of cavemen when dying did not matter for they didn't have the knowledge to understand emotion
Graves were yards to our lands
The path on earth was led by the stars in the sky and the reflection of mirrors was the fairest of them all
A spiritual being was not good or bad
Food was a blessing one did not take for granted at all
The web was weaved because you were meant to get caught
Cellulars were to catch not to get caught
Tunnels were for shelter not regiments to get lost inside the world
Man was kind and Woman was one of a kind
Kingdoms were people not royalty and without jewels was loyalty
Betrayal came from killers people stuck together and killed only eat
Fear was invoked from survival of ANIMALS
Mistakes were lessons to teach us not guidance from teachers
Prophets of nothing profitted not
Before Human DNA Codes $ was a symbol not a figure
An amount was massive not a total
An Entrance was an opening not a four closed door
Paths were paved not streets
Signs were miracles not pickets
Fences were land not area borders
Water was health not wasted deaths
A mist a waterfall everything seems more clear
On shore is the days of our lives
Our days our numbered our lives are many men
Momentum is trivial the story was told wrong
Hands were meant for helping thats why we were given two
Sharing was oblivion and taking only what you need
Freedom is in the eye of the beholder
Beaty was inside of the land
Mountains were for climbing
Water and rain were resorces not sorces of space
A place was on earth and all around
Space was science fiction and not meant to be travelled
A temple was the hol answers not an unholy vessel
Books were meant to record thoughts not to tell lies
Parents were elders you were taught to respect
Respect was not demanded it was given to those that you knew
Knowledge came from lessons learned in life not from tall tales of men
To stand tall was to stand with your head high
How was why and why was how
Now was the present and then was the past and soon was the future
Time had no length because there was no length in time
Measurement was for eating not food for thought
Rainbows were a symbol to the after life
To be in good health meant your life would be good
Sickness meant soon you would pass on
Hunting was not meant for people to be hunted
Town were villages of folk not popultion of cities
Life was your work because you worked to live
Warriors were not feared they were a hope to end the wars
Churches are democracy instead of a place to bear thanks
Napolean---Concencus--Uninvite--Voting
Hold Your Hands Across the Borders To Declare World
Peace and you will have pieces to the equator
Listen not to your Idols but hear your inner voice your subconscious
Remember not what you have been taught and look back upon what you truly know like ABC-Hello Good-Bye Please Thank You and I
Begginning The End to fatal destiny
A journey for our souls
Travelling the future
Learning Lessons From the Past
Living instead of Hoping
Human Being instead of Co-existing
Testing...Testing...1 two 3
Never Sense Eternal Windows
Night Sleep Electric Walls
Nothing Scenery Empty Wishes
Nobody Signed Evil Will
4 nnnn 4 ssss 4 eeee 4 wwww
4 reign 4 seas 4 eves 4 double you
16 th Chapel
4 we sin in you and 1/4 All in All
Numbered Souls Enter Without
Nebulas Symptom Exodus Wrath
N.E.W.S. was rumours and talk
Glass was for seeing not meant for taking a look
North East West South
Up Down Right Left
Direction:Path-Way
Gateway:Door-Stairs
Net Strings Exit With
Choices-Good & Evil
God + Devil= A-Z = 26 = 8 =Spider Webs
Black Widow = Eve = Adam =Different= Dusk= Dawn = Dead
Solar System Shooting Star
Guardian of Evening angelic daylight describe tribunal souls
GateKeepers want to know why we should open the door?
Education equates senseless subjects of existence in heaven...
All In unfamiliar territory earth air water dimensions zero
Images were not meant to be taken they were ment for our memories to hold
Quotes are for the sum of artists not art for craft
Judgements were for actions not rulers
Cases were for study not laws
Jail should be punishable not punishnent
The body was a vessel for the soul before travelling to a new journey
Without riches poverty was cherished
Nature and weather was appreciated up on
Fire was waemth and heat bot the sign of the devil
Across was to travel not a symbol for death

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We are like cattapillars who adventually weave a web for our cacoons once we go inside a deep slumber we tranform into a butterfly and once we learn and experience how to fly we shed our body and become one with the universe like a body of water

Trilogy by Rick Levine

Einstein's theory that science proved right:
Energy's made from both mass and light
Although E=mc squared, my dear
The solution is more complex, I fear.

E is for energy, everywhere
C squared is how much that I care
Light forces flowing without constraint
Transmuted into the love of a saint
M is for mass, by which we are bound
With our hearts in the clouds
And our feet on the ground.

Holographic Projections

Life is a file a hallucination inside the mind; outside of the mind we dream, when we are asleep, and when we awake, our minds think and process our day dreams; visions.
Men-tal project-ions is how we live. The answers to our questions are why we live. A simulation of tests, to increase our knowledge, our interior existence, inside our exterior frame. Voyage to set sail, for our guided path in our vessel, being our soul. Feeding our minds to survive inside and outside of the universe as one. Weaving an intricate web so we can catch our dreams, and weave out our nightmares, co existing. A dream inside a dream would inevitably be like subtracting two negatives, in order to gather the positive formula to mark our coarse.
{-1a + -2b }=1ab

Like rap is to par for a chorus/course. One for All and All for One. Ultimately we all set are own guidelines, or procedures, for the game of life. Can you see yourself in a mirror? Do you really want to see the real you in a mirror. It might not be what you expected, and would you be winning or loosing the battle you set your self out on. Most of us would presumeably be failing, because just like in a video game you never win the first time. So how many times would we have to die before we got it right. The question is not how long we would have to travel for time is only of the essence but how many times would we need to repeat it over. My assumption is inside the game of life repetition is not nessecary because death would come once our morales have been put intact or adventually expired.
So my theory on how to map our journey and see if we are going toward the right direction is to create a story map; a legend from the time you were born to the present date.
Make a horizantal grid for each year of your life, step by step, and vertically the age you were in that year, horizantally mark *achieved, accomplished, fell behind.

The DICOMS of EXCALIBUR.

A DICOM is a DICHOTOMY of COMPARABLE and OPPOSITE MAGNITUDE.

In other words opposites.

Excaliper and Excaliber
Good and Bad
Light and Dark
White and Black
Is and Isnot
High and Low
Here and There
Love and Hate
Fire and Ice
Pride and Guilt
Glory and Shame
Adore and Despise
Nice and Mean
Up and Down
Right and Left
Front and Back
Over and Under
Flock and Herds

rap apart

I have my pad and pen open 24-7
Like 7-11, yeah baby your keys to heaven
I ll make you so hot
While you hit the spot
I like what you got
Now youve got me caught
In that freestyle hiphop
Can we take it from the top?
K.Y Candy
The girl who likes to pleasure
Get mark set go ill hunt your treasure
An automatic reaction to your satisfaction
I want to make you explode
But I dont wanna impose
Here to make you scream
Coming out like a dream team
My flavour is ice scream
Incredible scheme I'm streaming
Exuberationg i'm gleaming
Bend me over and ill touch my toes
This is just how some of my story goes....