With the Aborigines at Alice Springs

Well before I start the Ayers Rock thing I gotta tell you about an experience that just happened. I know it’ll be outta sinc, but it was pretty special.

Last night I went out for a meal and a beer, and met this Aussie girl and an English guy, and we spent the night having a chat. We were mainly talking about our experiences of the Aborigines so far, which had been predominately negative. For me, I’ve been around the world and engaged with people from every continent, language barrier or not, and been accepted wherever I’ve gone…. even Yorkshire!!! 😉  But thus far, all my attempts at engaging with Aboriginals have been disheartening. They’ve come across as insular with hearts tempered with hate.

I was wondering whether my intuitional feeling towards them had been affected by the countless negative stories White Australians had been feeding me about them and I had started to create that reality because my approach, perhaps, had been affected when I encountered them. They were a people I was actually beginning to dislike and I didn’t like that. I left the conversation last night hoping that I would have a positive experience with the Aborigines and wanted to understand them better.

Anyway, this afternoon I was about to come to the end of a book, which has been by my side for about 4 years now (Heaven’s Mirror by Graham Hancock, been reading it bit by bit at times it felt right to) and sat in the hostel. My intuition kicked in and something told me to go down to the river in Alice Springs and read it there. So I got straight up and wandered over wearing just my flip-flops and quiksilver swim shorts, while holding the book and a cup of Earl Grey!

Now the River Todd isn’t really a river…. it’s more of a riverbed!!! There’s only water a couple of times a year, and when I got there I saw a group of Aborigines sitting in the middle of it having a beer, so I wandered over and politely asked if I could join them. They were so welcoming and friendly, and we did all the pleasantries and cultural exchanges and started having a real bubble. It was great.

They started telling me their names and I was having trouble trying to remember!!!! They told me that the Aborigines have two names, their Skin name and a Christian one. Then Michael, a shaman, stood up and declared “It hasn’t rained in a long time… I’m gonna make it rain!” With that he started chanting and doing some kind of Aboriginal rain dance…. only because he was so half-cut…. he fell over!!! That didn’t stop him though… he just carried on the dancing horizontally on the floor!!!!…. It was hilarious and everyone cracked-up!!!! They’ve got such a sense of humour these people!!!! 🙂

Anyway, to cut a long story short, I went back into town, grabbed myself a beer and returned to join them. On my return they’d decided to give me an Aboriginal name – Jara Janga (or something like that…… I’m terrible at remembering and pronouncing other languages!!!). They said it meant “of Aboriginal Skin”.

What a bloody compliment!!! They were so good to me, all seemingly wanting my attention at once. When I left they were all saying my name and goodbyes as I walked into the distance, and I was waving my arms off!!! I’m so glad I had this experience, it’s so special! Not only have I worked my right of passage in terms of the white heritage here (Ok…… I know it was only for two weeks!!!), but I’ve also now been accepted by the Aborigines. That’s just so special. I love my life 🙂

Now where was I… Ayers Rock….

Love and Light,

Miller

Supplementary

Throughout the rest of my travels around Australia I investigated further to discover exactly what the skin name the Aborigines gave me meant and to confirm whether they were being genuine, having fun or just genuinely having fun!!!! It turned out to be quite difficult because I was told that there are many dialects around Australia and because Alice Springs is the traditional meeting place, I couldn’t be completely sure which Aboriginal tribe I encountered.

No-one I met had ever heard the phrase Jara Janga, but Brian (who I worked for on the mineral exploration job and who was very well travelled around the outback in Australia) said that he thought that Jiri Jingi was a derogatory term that the Aborigines used for white people, but also that Jara meant “land” in Aboriginal. I thanked Brian for his help but explained that that didn’t help at all!!!! Jara was definitely the first part of the name though, and that was easy to remember. It was the second part that I found hard to pronounce and so remember, but I haven’t been able to confirm either of Brian’s translations anyway!!!! The only meaning I’ve found for Jara in Aboriginal is seagull, and that doesn’t seem right either, but here’s the thing; while researching I had the thought to look into what Jara meant in other languages around the world and this is what I found:

In Hebrew it means “he enlightens, he shines”

In Sanskrit it means “mother”

In Slavic it means “spring”

In Arabic it means “earthern water jug”

In Spanish it means “rockrose”

And overall it’s generally regarded as female or the first female name.

There’s something else too. Apart from Michael, the Shaman that declared the name for me, the only other name that I remember was the name of the lady I was sitting next to, and to whom I enquired about the meaning of the name they’d called me. She repeated that it meant that I was of Aboriginal skin. She was very kind and very sincere, and her name was Mary.

It’s a strange synchronicity because as I was completing my journey following the St. Michael and St. Mary Beltane Sunrise Alignment across Cornwall and England last year I noticed something quite extraordinary. Without planning it, after coming to the end of the Mary current, I walked along the sea front to discover the end of the Michael current and I realised that the time was 5.02pm…. Ten years, to the minute, since I’d set off on my unplanned journey around the world which would end up leading me to mark the Solstices and Equinoxes at Angkor Wat, Uluru, Kata Tjuta and Stonehenge.

The date was 10th June 2005/2015

You cant make things like that up… at least I cant.

Lots of Love, Lee x

P.S. The St. Mary and St. Michael Alignment (to Dreamer)

P.P.S. After writing this supplementary I began posting pictures and videos on some of the adventures and when I added my flight ticket home to the Moteoka Adventure I noticed that the expiry date for my around the world ticket was 11th June, 2006, and I thought that was odd because I thought that should mean that I left on the day of 11th June and not the day of 10th June as my intuition was informing as I completed the journey along the Mary and Michael Alignment. It seemed about right at the time, but I recalled that I left on a Saturday (because we went to have Pie and Mash during the afternoon before I departed). So I went to check the calendar for 2005 and it turned out I did leave on 11th June!!! I then thought “Oh no… I’ve mugged myself off here!!! How has this happened? My intuition was blatently letting me know something special at the time!!! How could it have been wrong?” But then I remembered that I’d actually crossed the international date line on the way home, living the “same” day twice in LA, and so I’ve been one day out of sinc with the Gregorian Calendar ever since!!! So my own personal 10th June is the 11th… if that makes any sense!!! 🙂

As ever, whenever I appear to have got something wrong I usually discover that there is a very good reason for it, but you can still call me a mug if you want!!! No worries 🙂

Author: Lee D Miller

I'm a bloke from Barking who has travelled the world and done his best to learn and enlighten. There's so much to learn and you cant do it all in a classroom. The World is the classroom and it's important that people wake-up to that fact.

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