Western Australia: The Wild Edge
Western Australia... It took me a few minutes to think how I could describe it, what compare it to. Western Australia is truly indescribable because I've never yet experienced anything quite like it. I can only assume it's is like flying into the cosmos where emptiness isn't the state of containing nothing, but rather the state of containing everything, a pure beauty you don't quite understand yet. It's a mystery. It's another planet. It's wild. Too wild even for me (at least for the version of me I am now).
Long distances between places through desert, endless and narcotic, were creating an absolute vacuum in my head, a universe of unlimited spaces. I think there were long moments when I was not blinking at all. It's like your body's dead but your mind is still alive, traveling without you, re-creating and re-writing your deeper consciousness. I guess it's like being in coma, surfing another dimension but you remember absolutely nothing of it when suddenly you wake up. It's all blank. Did I see the light in the tunnel? Did I talk to the angels? What happened?
My mind was fully unprepared for traveling through and among spaces of different times. My mind was too full, a landfill of useless digital information and modern concerns. My body was weak and tired. I felt like I was dropped dead into the lands of Western Australia as something that's not needed anymore, that lost its purpose and use. And the truth is I had lost my purpose... I don't know anymore how to put my living moments to the best possible use.
To be honest, I don't want to describe in detail what, how and where we've been and what we've done because it doesn't matter and I don't remember names of all those white sand beaches where we got our car stuck couple of times. Names are never important. Western Australia treats everyone differantly anyways. It all depends on who you are at that moment, how open-minded you are, how brave and crazy, your full understanding why you are there and what you want to get from it. It's not about food and sight-seeing. It's like Patagonia, more about learning yourself. It's for your soul. I’ll just say we landed in Perth after being in planes 23 hours and immediately drove to Ningaloo, Coral Bay (12 hours drive) from where the plan was slowly driving back to Perth with a long stop in Shark Bay, a world heritage site. If you get to these places, do swim with whale sharks in Coral Bay and, especially if you are a photographer, have a scenic flight over the Shark Bay. It's too pure and beautiful. Your drones won't get there. And you know, it's always nice to experience the nothingness yourself with your eyes instead of through the screens and monitors. It's quite annoying that art becomes more about perfecting technology rather than feelings & experiences.
I think Western Australia is one of the few places on Earth that still remained free of humanity's greed and comfort (maybe because there are almost no people). And it's a scary thought to know that not many places left so virginal. The world is shrinking. We as humans kill ourselves with comfort, with the processes of creating that comfort and we kill with it ourselves, everything around us, nature, the magic of emptiness. Comfort was, is and will be the only one gun that is dangerous for all of us, for the whole planet. How much comfort do you still need? Let's stop for a moment and think what our lives have become. Do we really need so much technology around us when the stars can tell us so much more? Do we really need so many walls rather than free and endless fields? Do we really need to keep buying, updating from season to season, a non-stop madness of money and things? When will it all end?
I can't say I was spiritually connected to Western Australia, which was a little sad as I am always looking for that connection anywhere I go, but I do think something was trying to connect with me there even though I was too lost to get the message (and too busy fighting with flies... oh so many flies!!!).
The number 11 was following me from the beginning of our journey through room numbers, time, plane rows, air temperature, calendar, checks... Later I learnt 11 is an Angel number. It means a message from the angels concerning your soul mission or greater life purpose. Apparently, when the angels send you messages containing Master Number 11 they are sending you inspiration and encouragement to develop your abilities in ways that will help all of humanity. "All of humanity? What?" - I screamed inside myself - "Am I not already thinking too much about life and my mission in it?"
On my way to Western Australia, I read The Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury. It's a very quick read, but oh my, there are so many questions without answers. Food for thought I truly appreciate to receive prior to any journey. So let me finish this post here with one of the quotes from the book as I do start believe that the change can happen outside of the majority. When we as humans learn to rely on our own thoughts and heart that are not influenced by somebody's else agenda or propaganda.
“I hate being clever, thought the captain, when you don’t really feel clever and don’t want to be clever. To sneak around and make plans and feel big about making them. I hate this feeling of thinking I’m doing right when I’m not really certain I am. Who are we, anyway? The majority? Is that the answer? The majority is always holy, is it not? Always, always; just never wrong for one little insignificant tiny moment, is it? Never ever wrong in ten million years? What is this majority and who are in it? And what do they think and how did they get that way and will they ever change and how the devil did I get caught in this rotten majority? I don’t feel comfortable. Is it claustrophobia, fear of crowds, or common sense? Can one man be right, while all the world thinks they are right? Let’s not think about it. Let’s crawl around and act exciting and pull the trigger. There, and there!”
— The Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury