Powerful meditation & inner axis

Day: 199 Stage three / total expedition days 590

Sunrise:
05:24

Sunset:
18:49

As the crow flies:
21,2

Daily kilometers:
30

Total kilometers:
5994 km

Temperature - Day (maximum):
44° degrees, sun approx. 68°

Temperature - Night:
17.7° degrees

Latitude:
22°37'19,6"

Longitude:
145°33'56.5"

Mysterious traces camp – 01.12.2002

After a pleasant night’s sleep, we walk along the narrow strip of asphalt shortly after sunrise. Suddenly the road winds its way up to a plateau in a few hairpin bends. From here, the entire country is higher. It takes a real leap forward, so to speak. This moment, reaching the higher land, is of immense importance to us. From now on we are outside the Black Earth country. From here, the ground is red again, i.e. sandy again. Summer storms usually begin in December. Here on the Höhensprung, the chances of sinking into the mud are much lower. We have now left the dangerous swampland, the land of sticky earth, behind us and are in high spirits.

ANTENNA ARMS CONDUCT ENERGY INTO THE ABDOMEN

After jumping onto the higher ground, the tarmac strip disappears into a dirt track. I stride out vigorously, take one step in front of the other as usual and let my eyes glide over the red ground. I feel safe. I feel as if something is drilling through the axis of my body and everything seems to revolve around it. “It’s a good feeling, isn’t it?” “Ah, mother earth. I wasn’t expecting you now. It’s nice to be able to connect with you again.” “You’re always connected to us. It doesn’t matter whether you talk to us or not. Whether we communicate or not. As you know, you’ve been in contact for a long time. But let’s talk about how you feel. What security do you feel at this moment? What is there in your body axis?” “Hmm…, yeah…, it’s hard to describe.” “Explain yourself. It’s not difficult. Just a matter of your concentration. Express your thoughts and your feelings. Just let it flow and observe. Start where you first came into contact with this feeling.” “Okay, I’ll try it. The first time was at Bimbah Station. I was sitting in Jenny and Rowley’s little office. We’d had a stressful time and it wasn’t easy for me to write it down. To relax, I took a deep breath and stretched my arms straight up and suddenly I had a picture in front of my eyes.” “A picture? Tell us about the picture.” “Hm, it was suddenly as if my arms and legs were antennas. As if you were Mother Earth, my belly from which my arms and legs stretched out into the universe. It looked as if my arms were going up into eternity on one side of the globe and my legs were going down into the same eternity.” “Sounds interesting, but was that all?” “No. As I said, I was very tired and had no energy to write our story. When I saw the image before my eyes, I imagined energy flowing through my antenna arms and antenna legs from eternal space into my stomach. I breathed in and out very slowly and deeply.” “And?” “It worked. Every time I took a breath through my nose, this pleasant feeling flowed into me. Without a doubt, energy was flowing. I think it was bright, very pleasant and very subtle. It flowed into my belly and the belly was you. It didn’t last long, maybe a few seconds, before I put my arms down again.” “Did you feel a change after that?” “Absolutely. I felt freer. My mental fog was blown away and I could carry on writing.” “Good, very good. Did you also feel something when you exhaled?” “That’s a good question. Not always, but sometimes when I feel a wish coming up inside me or thoughts wandering around in my mind that I would like to tell someone, I can feel this thought energy leaving my stomach, i.e. you. It happens that when I breathe in I feel energy flowing through my arms and legs from the outside in and when I breathe out it is the other way round. Then it flows out and forms an arc around the earth. I don’t know why it’s like that but that’s exactly the images I see and the feelings I feel.” “You have discovered a wonderful way of meditating. It is a wonderful way to come to yourself, to center your own “I” and to find balance. It is a powerful meditation that gives you a lot of energy in a short time. Congratulations. Keep working on it. You will discover much more in the future. Things that will surprise you in a very positive way.” “Hm, yes, but what are these things? Can’t you tell me a little more?” “Patience is one of the greatest virtues. Have patience. As you have long known, everything lies within you, everything lies at the center of man. You can unearth it. You can discover it. Enjoy your journey. However…, I would like to hand you one more question.” “I look forward to each of your questions. They inspire me to find out more about my inner self and the world,” I reply eagerly. “Well, you talked about your body axis at the beginning of your explanation. Do you want to continue these thoughts?”

THE INSIDE AXIS

“Oh, that’s right. I forgot again. Yes, it was only a few minutes ago, when we arrived on the plateau, that I felt this security.” “What safety are you talking about?” It’s as if a very sturdy rod is drilling through my head, through my entire body. Not so much that it hurts. On the contrary, I believe that this rod is my center. Something around which my body, my mind, my consciousness moves. Something that is right at its center. It feels like I can embrace my own inner self, hold on to it. Yes, exactly. That’s it. It feels like I can hold on to myself. It’s a connection to what has already happened and what will happen. I feel like I can lean on this staff without it ever giving way.” “Give me another word for this staff.” “Another word?” “Yes, think about it. You mentioned a similar word at the beginning.” “A similar word? Hm…, body axis, I said.” “So what?” “Body axis? Body axis? I could also call it my inner axis?” “Very good, and so what?” “You’re right. It’s the inner axis of life. The connection to my own soul, to my own self. This inner self can never deceive me. It always lets me be strong. The axis of life allows no fear. If I connect with it every day, I lose all fears. Fears are what limit our lives. They make us unhappy and dependent.” “You see, you’ve already come to another realization. So remember this when you’re afraid of something again. When you think you can’t cope with something again. When you are afraid of an important conversation. If you think the future is uncertain. Think about your inner axis. An axis of life that is stronger than platinum. A material of indestructible substance. You can rely on it in any situation. You can always trust it. It is the rod of energy. The connection to All That Is. The belief in yourself. You are never alone, no matter where you are. There are no insecurities. They are all self-produced and completely superfluous. This doesn’t just apply to you, but to everyone. Tell them. Write about it…”

Suddenly a jeep comes towards us. When he stops next to us, I am still lost in my thoughts. Again, I had a very interesting conversation with Mother Earth. I look at the driver’s smiling face, somewhat confused. “Hello, I met you yesterday. I promised to show you the 1080 bush,” he explains. “Yes, we remember it well. But you had a different car yesterday,” Tanja replies cheerfully.

The man gets out and introduces himself to us. “My name is Ashley, Ashley House. We own Fortuna Station, where you are right now. By the way, this is the Heart Leaf bush I was talking about,” he says, picking up the poisonous plant from his passenger seat. We are very interested in examining the plant to which we have been paying great respect for years now. Their leaves are larger than we thought and not all of them are heart-shaped. “The bush grows up to two meters high. You have to watch out for many individual stems growing out of the ground in a dense center. This is another indication of Heart Leaf or Desert Poison Bush. If you stay close to the track for the next few days, you will be safe. It’s growing a little further in,” Ashley explains kindly. “Do you fancy a coffee or tea? My wife would also like to meet you. If you don’t mind, I’ll fetch her and we’ll meet up again when you’ve walked a few kilometers.” “We’d love a cup of coffee,” I reply, surprised at my statement, as we normally have to use the cooler morning hours to run. However, we like Ashley so much that we are happy to accept his invitation in this case.

Just 20 minutes later, Ashley and his wife Margaret appear. Margaret also has a pleasant charisma. We let the caravan shower off at the roadside and sit down in the partial shade of a large eucalyptus tree. “My mother baked the cake. I hope you like cake?” Margaret asks. “Of course,” we reply. “My mother is almost blind. You never know what’s in the cake. But I hope you like it anyway,’ she apologizes. “Mmm, delicious,” I enjoy the first bite, which I wash down with a sip of milk tea. We talk for at least half an hour about our trip and life out here on a cattle farm. “Too bad you didn’t find the stone circle. I’ll show you when you come back,” says Ashley. “We would be very interested,” I reply. “Would you like another cup of tea?” Margaret asks and begins to tell us a story about camel tracks.

MYSTERIOUS TRACES

“My grandmother lived about 100 years ago in a part of Australia where the Aborigines had never seen camels. It was the time when the first Afghans came to the farms with their camels to sell them kitchen utensils, saddlery, clothing and anything else they needed. They often had to travel for months to get to the remote stations. Cheap Charly, they called the Afghan who came to my grandmother’s station once a year with his camel caravan. She could still remember the first time Cheap Charly showed up to offer his treasures for sale. Not long after his arrival, some Aboriginal hunters from the surrounding tribes turned up. They followed the camel tracks to the homestead. They had never seen such mysterious tracks in their lives. They thought they were the tracks of children’s bottoms that someone had been incessantly pressing into the sand. When they saw the large animals for the first time, they were very impressed, as were the settlers,” says Margaret.

While Ashley ran a trucking company for many years, she managed Fortuna Station on her own and very successfully. We listen to the stories spellbound. If we didn’t still have many kilometers to go, we would like to stay here. But unfortunately it is getting hotter by the minute, which is why we are forced to break off the Smoko (Diary overview of 23.05.02 day 7, stage three) and say goodbye.

We march on at a brisk pace. It’s already 42 degrees in the shade. Breathing is no longer easy and we are desperate to reach a camp site. “Oh no!” “What’s wrong?” I ask, startled. “Rufus has lost his hat,” says Tanja. “It’s best if you wait here. I’ll walk back a few meters. Maybe it’s not far from here in the sand,” she says and walks off. I lead Sebastian under the tiny half-shade of a small tree and sit down in the hot sand. Due to the heat and the exertion, my eyes are constantly closing. I am completely exhausted. For months now we have been experiencing an unusual heatwave whose peaks will soon be unbearable. When my head tilts forward, I jump up in shock. How long has Tanja been away? Does it have to be at least 15 minutes? Under normal circumstances, she would need something to drink now at the latest. What if she has a circulatory collapse on the way? I immediately shoot up and run around Sebastian to take a look down the dust track. Relieved, I discover a body running in the shimmering layers of air. I still don’t know whether he will come to me. I concentrate for a while and then settle back down on the hot earth, relieved. She is on her way back.

It doesn’t take long for her to reach us, breathing heavily. “No cap,” she breathes, snatches the drinking tube of her water bag from Sebastian and takes a few deep gulps of the saving and so important liquid. As soon as she has quenched her thirst, we walk on. Just 10 minutes later, Ashley and Margaret meet us in their jeep. They have rounded up a few cattle from a distant enclosure and are now on their way to the homestead. They stop next to us again. “We’ve lost Rufus’ cap. Can you keep an eye open on your way back? Maybe you’ll find it?” Tanja asks. “We’ll be happy to,” they say and drive off. Again, it doesn’t take long before their jeep stops next to us. “We’ve found them,” beams Margaret, holding the peaked cap in her hand. Except for Rufus, we are very happy. As he doesn’t particularly like his cap, I think I recognize a look of contempt on his face when Tanja shows him his headgear.

“Would you like to visit us at our camp tonight? We’d love to see you again,” I invite the two of them. “Gladly,” they reply, whereupon we set a time. “We’ll set up camp on the west side of the next fence,” I say to make sure they find us. During our brief conversation we notice how our camels step from one foot to the other. The ground is now so hot that they try to take the weight off their feet.

When we reach our campsite, it’s already 44 degrees in the shade and about 68 degrees in the sun. Not a breath of wind blows through the dry, dying forest. We silently unload the animals and set up camp for the night. We quickly take refuge under the foil and drink water without being able to properly satisfy our thirst. Tanja takes a few more oranges out of the bag we brought from Glenample. As soon as I put the bowls on the small table, they became brittle and dry in the heat.

It is already dark when Ashley and Margaret arrive at our camp. “We thought you wouldn’t make it,” we greet them happily. “We are sorry. It took longer than we planned. We had to rescue some calves from a very dry area. As you can hear, we loaded them onto the truck,” says Ashley and the animals bleat loudly in confirmation.

Ashley has brought us two cans of beer, which we immediately open and pour down our dry throats. “Ahhh, that tastes good!” I moan with pleasure. We chat until around 8 p.m. when the two of them say goodbye to us again. “I’ll let the next stations know you’re coming,” Ashley says. “That’s nice. If we can sell our camels well, we’ll definitely see each other again,” we say, waving after the trucks full of cattle.