JUNE 21st (Winter Solstice Southern Hemisphere) 2000
Unfortunately I am still waiting to hear back from the three people who took
photographs of the opening ceremony, so the report is currently fairly devoid
of pictures; hopefully I can rectify this soon...
The number of local participants in the Global Manipura
Chakra Working was
reduced drastically (to about 30) due to the
Earthdream solstice party (the night of the day the
ritual was on) and collective campsite being
relocated to Alice Springs only a week before -the local Aboriginals refused
Earthdream's requested permits to
have a large campsite or party on any of their land near Uluru, due to a few
disrespectful earlier visitors who probably had nothing to do with Earthdream
but like us looked alternative.
However I think this was probably for the best as the
rite was thus a lot more cohesive and unified than if
heaps of people had just turned up on the day without
knowing what was going on. It was certainly a powerful
ritual, and its energies and effects carried through
to the larger Earthdream gathering that night and
beyond, as described:
I began the solstice day with pranayama then renewed
the faint red-ink firesnake rays of the Sun tattoo on
my right ankle, chanting names of the SunGod/dess as
S/He shone done on me -an intense way to start the day
which really got my energy moving for the more intense
rite to come.
At the makeshift campground near Uluru where we had
been preparing the ritual, everyone prepared
themselves, packed up camp (the common intent being to
move on from the rite at Ayers Rock up to the
Earthdream solstice party near Alice Springs that
night).
We lost a few participants on the way -one couple's
car broke down, another group got turned back at the
entrance to the Uluru national park because their
tickets had run out and they had no money to renew
them.
We began the ceremony in Wave cave, a beautiful
curving open-fronted cave with strange hivelike stone
formations on its roof (sketch at left), near the main carpark.
A few of us were there before the actual turning
point of the solstice, the four people who had taken
on each role smudging everyone present with each
element, as had been suggested by Lyn, a druid from
England, in the preceding circles. At 11:15 am, the
peak of the solstice, some of us went into silent
meditation for a while, the four continuing to smudge
new arrivals with incense smoke (fire), water, earth
and eagle and condor feathers (air).
Just before midday I opened each direction, calling
the spirits and energies of each to be with us. Due to
discrepencies in traditions and opinions over which
elements and deities were to be attributed to each
direction from prior discussions around the campfire,
these were kept as general and open as possible. The
exception was the East, where I ended the openings by
greeting the bright midday sun shining down on us from
above the rock. I welcomed Hir return, now that the
solstice had turned and the days from hereon would
become longer again.
I hailed and invoked the Sun with a plethora of
different names from different cultural pantheons
-Australian Aboriginal (Yhi, KinYa), Egyptian (Ra,
Horus, Heru, Hrumachis, Sekhmet, Aten, Amon-Ra), Mayan
(H'Yum Kin, KinRa, Ahau), Incan (Inti), Greek
(Helios), Roman (Apollo)... ending with, 'We are
N'aton ('Of the Sun'). May all people, all races and
cultures be One, Under the Sun'. It occurred to me
later that the Mayan word for the SunGod, Kin, is also
their work for One.
As the last few stragglers wandered in from the
carpark, we formed a circle at about 12:30 and sat
down together in the cave, about thirty of us now,
lapsing into silence as we joined hands. We then began
chanting the chakra tones, each one four times, up the
octave. Despite the addition of a few recent arrivals,
this was powerful and harmonious as most of us were
attuned to the tones and each other from chanting
circles around the fire in the previous week, now
enhanced by the ritual context and energy and
resonance of the cave.
Rusty, who had not been to any of the chanting
circles, took some photos of the ceremony and, as he
was outside the circle decided spontaneously to act as
a silent guardian for the rite; keeping an eye out for
other presences since he wasn't participating
directly. He said later that after he put up some
protective shields around the cave, he felt the
presence of an Aboriginal spirit, an elder woman who
approved of what we were doing and gave her blessings.
He checked the name she gave with a part-Aboriginal
ranger at Uluru later that day, and he said she had
been dead for three years. Then another spirit came
from another direction, and he was angry; but this
basically came from not understanding what we were
doing, and once he had scoped the energies properly he
also gave his approval of the 'foreign' multi-cultural
ceremony.
Immersed in our unified chanting, the rest of us
remained unaware (at least consciously) of these
subtle presences. When we reached the blissful high C
of the crown chakra, we descended back down the octave
and our spines. When we got back to the 'Aaahhh' tone
of the Manipura (solar plexus) chakra we remained on
this tone while slowly seperating and rising; Uluru
being the Manipura chakra of the planet. We lined up
along the wall of the cave and resonated the tone into
the rock. As planned, we then used the mudra for the
'Can' Yellow Seed glyph of the Mayan calendar to
interact with the Great Rock from our Solar Plexus
chakras. That it was Yellow Seed day that day was a
wonderful synchronicity, as Winter Solstice is
traditionally the pagan celebration of the 'planting
of the seed' to be harvested in Spring or Summer; and
yellow is the colour of the Manipura chakra. The mudra
(ritual posture or gesture) for the Yellow Seed glyph
actually comes from the solar plexus, the cupped palms
extending from it outwards, so we performed this while
focusing on our connection with Ayers Rock as the
Manipura chakra of the planet. The sun-worshiping
Mayans consider the Solar Plexus the point from which
our 'Kuxan Suum' or solar umbilical cords extend out
to the sun, connecting us via the sun to Hunab K'u,
the 'womb of the Great Mother' at the centre of the
Milky Way which the Mayans consider the galactic core
and birthplace of the universe. The Earth and our
Sun's ecliptic realign with this galactic core on
solstice 2012, when the Mayan calendar ends with the
prophesied 'return of Quetzalcoatl', the Winged
Serpent -global kundalini awakening?
By focusing on our solar plexus umbilical connection
with Uluru as Gaia's Manipura, we charged the
collective 'Kuxan Suum' solar umbilical cord from the
planet to our sun and via it to Hunab Ku. Now that
this planetary cord is activated, anyone can connect
their individual Manipura chakras into the matrix,
which will be recharged every year with Uluru rituals
each time the annual Earthdream convoy passes through
the centre of Australia. These rites will also be
aligned with future global chakra workings, to align
the other planetary chakras with Uluru and our
connection with the Sun.
After focusing on this connection to the rock and
via it the sun and galactic centre for some time,
performing the Yellow Seed mudra and still chanting
the 'Aaahhh' tone of the Manipura, we slowly moved
away from the wall of the cave and began walking along
the narrow path which encircles the entire rock.
About half our number left at the carpark to drive
up to the solsice gathering near Alice Springs, the
rest began the long (4 hours or so) walk right around
the rock, chanting the Manipura tone the whole way.
Not all of us chanted the tone continuously, but
before anyone cut out they would wait for others to
take up the tone, so that the tone was continued
unbroken between the group for the whole 4-hour trek.
In this way we encircled the rock with an unbroken
'golden thread' of solar sound.
When not chanting, we would breathe deep into our
bellies, walking slowly and feeling our connection
with the rock and via it the earth and the sun.
The first significant sacred site we reached in our
widdershins (anticlockwise, direction of the sun as
perceived in the southern hemisphere) walk around
Uluru was the place where the two great serpents of
the local Aboriginal dreaming, Kuniya and Liru, met. I
had read about them in the Uluru aboriginal cultural
centre the day before, and was amazed at how this
ancient mythology resonated with the modern European
idea of Uluru being the Manipura chakra of the planet.
These two massive snakes, whose meeting and apparent
conflict created the actual formation of the rocks,
are like the ida and pingala (male and female nadis or
energy-paths in the body) of Gaia. That they meet and
cross at this chakra point, as in human bodies, is
significant. Their names mean python (Kuniya) and
poisonous snake (Liru) but the name for the python is
the same as the local tribe(Anangu)'s word for the
Rainbow Serpent, the great aboriginal mythic
earth-serpent of the land.
The other great serpent is akin to the 'feathered
serpent' of the Americas, for the
Kukulcan/Quetzalcoatl cult of the Mayans is based upon
the poisonous rattlesnake. Arriving back in Australia
after working intensively with this feathered serpent
energy in the Americas, including the Global Muladhara
and Svadisthana Chakra Workings, I ritually danced
this serpent energy in with the local Rainbow serpent
energies of Central Australia on the planetary
alignment (August 5th 2000) at Wilpena Pound. Now this
seemed somehow affirmed by the beyond-time resonance
of the Dreamtime tale of these two serpents meeting at
the planetary Manipura chakra.
Personally, I also felt a wondrous resonance with my
own microcosmic chakra journies, for here in the
central Australian desert for the first time since I
had begun taking Estrogen for hermaphroditic
reification some five months prior, I felt that I had
reached an alchemical balance point within, and was at
peace. With my daily intake of estrogen I had been
invoking the solar God/dess Hrumachis, the 'Double
Wanded One'. The double wands, to me, are the Ida and
Pingala serpent energies balanced within the self. Now
as my journey of attunement with earth energies via my
global chakra work continued, I found myself at the
place of the crossing of the earth serpents while they
crossed also within my own being.
But the meeting of the snakes in the Aboriginal
dreaming, as presented at the cultural centre, was not
a peaceful one. They were in conflict with each other,
their great battle forming and scarring the surface of
the great rock. And the other major dreaming of the
place is of two Tribes who also met there in the
Dreamtime, and had a great conflict over two seperate
'Inmas' (dance ceremonies). The manipura chakra is
indeed the chakra concerned with territory and war. It
is the centre of personal power expressed in the
world, of strength within society, of interaction. War
is an unnecessary part of this interaction, however,
and part of our discussed intent for the rite was
healing this, meditating as we walked on the two
snakes and the two tribes meeting and crossing in
peace rather than conflict. For the Aboriginal
Dreamtime is a space beyond normal time, rather than
'before' it, and the stories could relate to the
coming of the Europeans and the conflict resulting
from their imposing their culture on the Aboriginals
and the land. This is only now beginning to heal.
After stopping at the place where the serpents first
met in the dreaming for a while, we moved on, and I
was soon surprised my druidic friend and mentor Ra'en
coming along the path in the opposite direction. He
had just come over from Western Australia a few days
earlier, and although knowing we were performing a
solstice ritual there had not known times or locales.
We crossed staves, mine -KiaQyl- being carved by him
as a gift for the inking of one of the large black
snake tattoos entwined around his arms and torso. I
was to tattoo a serpent-head on my own hand several
days later. Another meeting of serpents...
'The gate is opening,' said Ra'en as soon as we had
exchanged greetings. 'Gate?' I enquired, and he
beckoned me to follow, turning back the way he had
just come and where we were all going anyway. We wound
along the path until we came to the nearby waterhole
where lives the mythic Water serpent, 'Wanampi'. It is
a beautiful site, one of the most sacred and
aweinspiring places at Uluru -a dark deep greenish
pool at the base of the rock, with a great cleft in
the rockface above it, directly central, and a thin
stream of clear water trickling down this cleft, over
several red mounds, and into the waterhole. The sun
was now above this cleft and slightly to its right,
and shining down on the water. As it moved slowly
closer to the centre of the cleft and the light on the
surface of the pool increased, a gate did indeed seem
to be opening. We all sat or stood around in the small
wooden viewing enclosure before the pool and watched
and felt the encroaching energies.
Ra'en explained to me that at solstice only, the sun
aligned directly above the cleft and the gateway fully
opened, and the light shining on the waters would cast
beautiful rippling patterns over the surfaces of the
rock above. This was the emergence of Wanampi from the
waterhole. As we watched, still chanting quietly, this
effect began, undulating streams of reflected sunlight
slithering across the red rock. It amazed me that such
an alignment would be so perfectly 'built' into a
natural rock formation, in much the same manner as the
deliberate gateways for solstice and equinox
alignments of such man-made monoliths as Stonehenge. A
magickal place indeed, the earth as sculptor
refracting the beauty of the cosmos.
A strand of spiderweb drifting across above the pool
suddenly caught in the sunlight. Dozens of tiny
spiders were sailing out throught the air on gossamer
sunlit strands, an eggsack apparently having just
broken open.
We were there for quite a while, immersed in the
still beauty of the place, magnetized by the
ever-so-slowly-widening sungate. I leant over the
railing and scooped up some magickal water from the
pool in the rim of my winged Bolivian bowler-hat. It
tasted clear and charged. Ra'en poured some onto the
crown of my head, which was invigorating. I dipped my
KiaQyl longstaff in the waters, then had him stamp the
mud from the bottom of the waterhole which had
gathered on it onto the Qoph eye-in-a-circle tattooed
on the back of my head, imprinting it with a mud
impression from the eye-in-a-circle he had carved into
the bottom of the staff.
Ra'en said the gateway would not be fully open for
another hour or two. I contemplated staying, but
realized we had to continue on and complete our
mission of carrying the solar plexus tone all the way
around the rock. He remained, but told me later that
the gate had not opened much more than while we were
all there, it being actually a summer solstice rather
than winter solstice phenomenon.
We continued on around the rock, still chanting.
When we went past the first women's sacred site, the
men in the group stopped chanting. The women kept the
tone going until we had passed the area, then all the
men came back in with them, the chant picking back up
to full strength again. A while later the process was
reversed as we passed a sacred Aboriginal men's site.
The men continued the chant while the women fell
silent, then joined in again when we had passed the
area.
We walked on, hot under the radiant sun which
followed us around the rock. I interwove other solar
chants in with the Manipura tone, prayers to H`yum Kin
and Kinra (Mayan) and the Aboriginal sungoddesses Yhi
and Kinya. At the second male site we passed I
spontaneously went into an extended didgeridoo-like
chanting, rippling bass harmonics. I was quite deep in
trance by this stage and found myself achieving
circular breathing (something I seem to only be able
to tap into by accident with chanting). When the women
came back in I raised my voice back into the `aahh`
tone of manipura.
A while later I went into an extended chant of the
'Sa Sekhem SaHu' mantra of Sekhem, the Egyptian 5-body
energy system I had recently been attuned to in
Portland (USA). This was the longest (about 30 mins) I
had continued this powerful chant for, and I felt the
firey energies of the Sunlioness Sekhmet surging
through me intensely.
After several hours of walking and chanting we
reached a part of the trail which wends away from the
rock, around a large sacred area -a cave halfway up
reminiscent of a great gaping mouth- which is fenced
off. By this stage we were all getting very weary, and
our voices were trailing along weakly, only 2 or 3 at
a time. As we walked off away from the rock, our
energy seemed to dissipate further. We walked far
apart from each other, not in a unified group as at
the beginning; each absorbed in our own reverie. The
path took us alongside the road, far from the great
red rock, dawdling wearily along.
Eventually the path began to wind back in towards the
rock, and as we walked in towards its looming red
surface, we felt our energy returning. Our chanting
grew louder and stronger again as we approached the
monumental stone, recharged by its pulsating vibrancy.
Our pace picked up, we walked faster and faster
towards it, more voices joining the rising energy,
until we practically collided with a wall of the rock.
We found ourselves all spontaneously pressed up
against its surface, in a row, everyone in the group
now chanting full power the Manipura tone. The sound
resonated through the rock, which it felt like we were
almost melting into. Our wide open mouths were pressed
against its surface, and we could feel the vibrations
of each others voices running through the rock itself.
Probably because it was thus something we could now
also feel as well as hear, this was the moment when we
all clicked into perfect harmony. A few people whose
voices had wavered out of tune sometimes now resonated
perfectly, and those who had less confidence in their
voices and had chanted softly before now opened into
full volume and power. This was one of the most
intense and powerful moments of the whole rite and
walk, and totally unplanned. It seemed as if all of
us, the rock and the sun, were all one being. And that
the radiance we collectively emitted was reaching out
to the corners of the earth, a golden solar web of
sound.
After being pressed along the rock in a row for an
unknown length of timeless time, we eventually
seperated from its surface and slowly continued along
the winding path, our strength and voices renewed. Our
chanting was thus unified for the rest of the walk,
for we were not now far from the Wave Cave where we
had begun with the opening ceremony. Just before it we
came to the Children's Cave, where we again found
ourselves pressed against the rock resonating through
it together.
As we crossed the narrow wooden bridge-platform back
to Wave Cave, Ra`en was coming the other way. He was
about to leave but decided to stay for the closing
ceremony. Because he didn't know what we were doing,
he stood just outside the circle, becoming the
guardian in much the same way as Rusty had for the
opening ceremony.
When we went back into Wave Cave, which still felt
charged from our opening ceremony hours earlier, we
lined up along its wall, standing all in a row at
arm's-length apart, facing the rock, and as
pre-planned for the closing, all performed the mudra
of the Mayan solar glyph AHAU, the glyph of the final
Baktun of the Mayan calendar which we are now in, from
1984 to 2012.
This mudra begins with the hands pointing down,
palms facing the rock wall; the energy is brought up
from the earth with the folding arms, until the hands
are held in front of the face, the palms presenting an
energy mirror before one for self-reflection. Then the
arms are extended with palms turning to face outwards
(this is also the sign of the Enterer, an Egyptian
mudra for hailing the SunGod of our aeon, Horus).
Doing this all together, we interfaced with ourselves
(palms in) and then with the rock (palms out). The
mudra is completed by then sweeping the arms out
sideways, palms facing out on each side of one. This
is especially effective in a group, as it can be used
to rejoin a circle. As our hands moved slowly out from
the rock to join each other, I could feel intensely
the resonance from those on either side of me, the
energy of themselves and of the rock. My palms tingled
from the charge until our palms all met and we linked
in reunion, joined physically as at the start of the
rite in that same cave. We stood there in a human
chain, still chanting into the wall of the cave. Then
slowly those in the centre moved back, and those on
the ends in, until we reformed a circle. We continued
the solar plexus tone for a short while longer, then
dropped down to the softer `Ooohhh` tone of the lunar
Svadisthana navel chakra, circulating the energies
within our bellies. This shift was intense after
chanting the one tone on the one note for so long,
then collectiving descending. I felt the cooling
energies of the svadisthana tone soothing the fire of
Manipura, and moving it around my body like offshoots
from the pranic spiral in my hara.
After circulating the `oooh` tone for some time we
moved down again, dropping together to the bass `Ohh`
tone of the Muladhara (base) chakra where we had began
4 hours or so earlier. As we did this I let go of one
of the hands towhich I was joined, and circled in
around the inside of the circle, leading the human
chain into a spiral. We followed the spiral in until I
was in the centre, tightened it until we were all
pressed together in this formation, representing the
kundalini coiled at the base of the spine. We
continued the base chakra tone throughout, and now
that we were all pressed against each other the
resonance increased. Being in the middle of the coil,
I felt like I was being massaged with a wash of
harmonic sound.
We uncoiled, still chanting, then sat down together.
We released each others' hands and touched the earth,
the rock floor of the cave, grounding out the energy
into its depths. Then at last we were silent, and the
silent was deafening. Release and relief flooded our
tingling charged beings.
I rose and went to each quarter, closing the four
directional gateways with silent sweeping gestures.
The rite was complete. Everyone jumped about
laughing and hugging each other. Then Ra`en pointed
out to me how many of us there were who had done the
entire walk chanting around the Rock, and I counted
our number for the first time -thirteen!
Not only is this the traditional coven number for
pagan magickal ceremonies, but it is also the number
of the Mayan Solar glyph AHAU, the mudra ofwhich we
had ended and rejoined the entire ceremony with.
It is also significant in that the Manipura working
originally envisioned for the Uluru working was the
Thirteenth-Tribe Weaving, a weaving together of 12
cultural archetypes by a 13th representing the new
tribe of global crosscultural unity (see Liber XIII).
While that working has been shifted to the Anahata
working at Glastonbury, England (2002?), it was
certainly a culturally diverse group of people
involved in the Uluru rite, including participants
from Australia, England, Germany, Netherlands and
South America.
There were also thirteen participants (unplanned) in
the Ten-Star Weaving at the Global Muladhara Working
at Mt.Shasta, California. It occurred to me later that
this mrophic resonance could have something to do with
the fact that I have been doing 13 (it being both a
lunar cycle and solar -zodiac plus central sun/ Mayan
AHAU- magickal number) breaths on each chakra in my
daily meditations for the last few years...
418 (The Great Work) = 13 (by compression) = Achad
('Unity') = 1. H'Yum Kin (Sun/One)! N'Aton!
RESULTS:
Soon after the completion of the rite most of the
participants drove up to the Earthdream 2000 Solstice
party that night near Alice Springs. We all arrived
around midnight, and after the 5-hour drive were
surprised to find ourselves still fully charged from
the ritual. Throughout the night we kept running into
each other on the dancefloor and around fires and
conferring on how much energy it had given us. The
party was originally supposed to be near Uluru and it
felt as if we had brought the energy of the magickal
place up with us. Other people at the party who had
been wandering around Uluru that day revealed various
responses to our chanting posse passing them around
the rock. Jack said he continued to hear our 'aahh'
tone for the rest of his journey around Uluru after we
had passed him. Innana saw us for a moment as a group
of blackskinned aboriginals before she realized it was
us.
It was a wonderful party; everyone present seemed in
their power and expressing such. As with other
Earthdream parties, many of the local Aboriginals (who
had offered us the site for the party) attended and
enjoyed the multicultural freakshow.
I was talking to Ra'en that night about the Uluru
dreamings of the two snakes and the two tribes meeting
at the Rock, and how we had meditated on
reconciliation of these warring tribes. He said he had
been told by a local aboriginal there that that story,
as presented at the Uluru cultural centre, was only
the Men's version, and that the Women's version
(Aboriginal traditions are quite seperated in terms of
gender) was quite different -in their tale, the two
dreamtime tribes met and lived together in peace. As
the Men's tale of conflict was over different Inmas
(ceremonies) at the rock, our successful rite and the
response of the Aboriginal spirits -despite a buildup
of potential resistance to it and the whole Earthdream
endeavour from the Uluru people - seemed relevant to
this. It seemed we just needed to look at the story
from a different perspective than rewrite it, allowing
the conflicts of the past to be forgiven and thus
heal. As a reifying hermaphrodite, I felt privileged
to be able to appreciate both sides of the dreaming!
The night of the party I was invited by Ron, the DJ
playing at dawn the next morning to open his set by
playing some violin with a didgeridoo player. This
felt wonderfully apt for the whole atmosphere of
reconciliation at the party, greeting the rising Sun
with a jam between a European and Aboriginal
instrument, and it went well despite one of the
microphones dying at the last minute and us having to
share the low ground one, crouched over it in the
dust!
After that I was back on the dancefloor, recharging
with the rising sun. There were people from all over
the world dancing together joyously. I looked up on
the nearby hill where there was a large banner saying,
'Global Climate Crisis'. It seemed inappropriate in
that atmosphere of multicultural sharing, so I climbed
the hill and ripped the 'Crisis' off the bottom of the
banner -a symbolic act. I went up to the summit of the
hill and looked at the beautiful landscape stretching
out around us, serpentine ridges surrounding the
strange little carnivalesque encampment below, pulsing
with sound and life and colour, banners and flags
flying. On its peripheries smoke still drifted gently
up from all-night fires in teepees. A hawk wheeled
serenely overhead.
I took off my shirt and, perched precariously in a
tree at the top of the hill, saluted
the bright morning desert sun in Hir golden glory,
invoking RaHoorKhuit from the hawk above, then
transmuting its energy into that of Hrumachis, the lionform of
Horus, alighting from the tree and running on all
fours back down the hill and, rising, spinning
sufistyle onto the dancefloor as the music
crescendoed. The heat of the sun felt wonderful on my
new breasts.
Later, dancing with Keith, we interweaved his
two-baton juggling dexterity with my feather-wielding
feints and spins in a nigh-impossible display of
unpractised co-ordination between two people -
probably due to our connection via the Manipura
working the day before. After this it occurred to me
just how solar and Manipura-based the whole Earthdream
journey is: its primary energy emanates from the solar
plexus, the centre of social interaction.
The whole
trek is about performance, communication and
interaction -reconciliation with aboriginals,
spreading awareness about nuclear mining issues, and a
fantastic range of solar exhibitionism -juggling,
acrobatics, music, dance, theatre... aside from the
structured shows and performances prepared by various
individuals and groups, all of these arts are also
combined spontaneously on the dancefloor at the techno
parties, providing an outlet for everyone to express
themselves.
There is also the emphasis on Solar power in Earthdream, one of the
P.A.s being run from solar panels and 'solar not nuclear' one of the common
slogans. Solar Power is the most obvious solution to so many of our planet's
dwindling energy resources.
War is supposed to be one of the attributes of the
Manipura chakra. It is indeed related to social
interaction and power plays, but this same solar
external energy can be expressed in many other ways
-and dance is primary amongst them. We can assert our
selves on the dancefloor, work out interpersonal
dynamics in the interplay of bodies and movements in
this new global forum for creative expression,
release, resolution, reconciliation and empowerment.
The dancefloor is the solar arena of the Nu Aeon.
Amen
Amoun
Aten
Aton
N'Aton
N'Aten
N'Amon
N'Amen
H'Yum Kin
We Are All One
Of the Sun
... and with it the realization that 'N'aton', Nema's received name for the
fully-awakened collective consciousness of the future is in Egyptian not just
'Of Aten' the sundisk. Aton is a combination of 'Aten' and 'Amon' who were the
two major sungods in the later dynasties of ancient Egypt, their cults
rivalling and competing with each other for supremacy. Their resolution into a
single name, 'Aton' suggests the idea of unification, that are All 'Of the Sun'
('N'Aton') regardless of what name or form we wish to worship Hir with.
Upon return I dragged
my tattoo equipment and the removed car battery to the edge of the carpark and
set up. Mixing a little of the red earth of Uluru in with my red tattooing ink,
I etched the Sun lion/ess's face into the centre of the firesnake mane I had
tattooed around my right ankle on solstice morn, while chanting and INvoKing
Hrumachis/Harmachu (lionform of Horus), Sekhmet and Mithras (photo at
left).
I shifted up to my right hand and tattooed the red forked tongue in the soft
cleft twixt thumb and forefinger, then cleaned the gun and needle, changing
from red to black ink, and continued the firesnake tattoo, chanting the names
of Odudua and Damballah Flambeau (voodoo), Kukulcan and Quetzalcoatl
(Mayan/Aztec), and Liru and Almudj (Aboriginal). I carved the spirals deep into
the knuckles of my thumb. It turned out nice and dark, and the gnosis at the
time was quite fine: The kind of sharp focus one attains from deliberately
inflicting pain on oneself and transmuting it. I felt like I was transmuting
the poison of Liru, the poisonous snake. It was wonderful to finally complete
this tattoo, which I had designed at the Kukulcan pyramid in Chichen Itza,
Mexico, loosely based on the great stone Feathered Serpent heads at the base of
the pyramid steps. Merging this mesoamerican serpent energy now with the local
Australian earthserpent energy was a culmination of this meeting and merging
twixt feathered and rainbow serpents which had been integral to my magickal
work since the Nu
Moon Rite at Wilpena Pound which began it.
The jaw movement of the tattoo is effective, as rudimentarily demonstrated by
the animated photos of it below:
When I finished the tattoo dusk was approaching, but the others weren't back
yet from their walk around the walk. My hand was stinging sharply, a burning
sensation, so I wandered down to the nearby waterhole, home of the Wanampi
watersnake.
Suddenly realizing how apt this was, I dipped my burning hand into the cool
green pool, asking that Wanampi may soothe the fires of the firesnake and cool
her sting. He did so, and I laughed joyously at the deep relief of this
meeting.
WILPENA POUND MAY
2000 - An account of my experiences at the initial gathering for Earthdream
2000 and my rites there for the Planetary Alignment on Samhain nu
moon, beginning the interweaving of the American feathered serpent and
Australian rainbow serpent energies.
Nu Moon Rite and other Earthdream adventures at COOBER PEDY, South
Australia -Orryelle takes the 11-star solar throne of Tiphereth in
preparation for the Manipura Rite above.
SOLAR SERPENT JOURNEY 98 -Journal of my personal initial
journey in 98 to Kakadu (and the Jabiluka Uranium Mine Protests on there) and
Uluru, Gaia's Manipura Chakra, following the t(r)ail of the Rainbow Serpent
down through Central Australia to Wilpena Pound in the reverse of the current
Earthdream 2000 route. What goes down must come back up!...
