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Excerpts
from
Unconventional Means
November 2, 1995
A friend invited a group
of us to meet a fortune teller, a man who reads lightning-struck cedar
sticks to tell the future. His gift comes from a native American
grandmother.
The sticks say that right
before my fiftieth birthday I will cross a lot of water, a sea, perhaps,
to meet a woman, and when I return, everything in my life will change.
• • •
January 30, 1997
Last night I dreamed that
I changed my name to Goanna.
The Aboriginal
Mythology book tells me this morning that Goanna is an Australian
lizard with connections to the dreamtime and to the legends of the Rainbow
Serpent.
I put my hand on the big
map on the wall and could feel my journey beginning to form itself, moving
up from Adelaide in the south to Uluru, following the Goanna stories
across the Australian landscape, then turning eastward to the Goanna
Headland, which is in the Bundjalung traditional lands.
• • •
February 28, 1997
Maybe I am here to dream.
Last night, I dreamed
that I walked into a room that was empty except for a dark-skinned man who
closed the door behind me.
"Am I the only one who is
coming in?" I asked, and he said, "You are the only one who wants to."
It was dark. It was the
Dreamtime. I was part of the Dreamtime.
Standing behind me, the
man began to remove my skin, starting at my feet and pulling it up in one
piece, like something I was wearing. When I looked, I was still "dressed"
to the waist. From the waist down, I was a skeleton.
This morning I slipped on
some algae left by high tide, smashing my knee and hitting my head on a
rock. Funny thing, I saw the slime and stepped on it anyway.
Sitting there
rubbing my forehead and wiping the blood off my leg, I remembered a line
from Carol Anthony's A Guide
to the I Ching—"Unpleasant events serve to jar our minds, telling us that
we are on the wrong path."
This isn't the adventure I
was looking for. I hobbled back to the motel to book a flight, and
tomorrow I leave for Brisbane and Bundjalung country.
