Synchromysticism

" Synchromysticism:
The art of realizing meaningful coincidence in the seemingly mundane with mystical or esoteric significance."

- Jake Kotze

November 30, 2011

Henry Kenneth Alfred "Ken" Russell (3 July 1927 – 27 November 2011)

Ken Russell, director of the movie Tommy, based on The Who's rock opera, has died in his sleep at the age of 84.
I had only just secured tickets to see and hear Roger Daltery play the whole of the Tommy soundtrack with his back-up band at the 2012 Byron Bay Bluesfest and wrote about it in the post Who Are You? 
Ken was also the director of the movie Altered States starring William Hurt.
Thanks for the movies Ken.
Your art lives on.

Will Hunting had it right 14 years ago? Maybe?

November 29, 2011

"Ship of Fools" World Party

My friend in Hong Kong, Marcus T Anthony had a great post up over at his blog this morning called The World Party is Over.
Which got me to thinking about a song that keeps playing over the in-store music system at my work, "Ship of Fools" by World Party.
This song grows more relevant as each day passes, not only for me, but the world in general.
Who can't relate to this song? 
Time to curb the piracy of this planet and head to calmer waters before it is too late.
Oh, and  Marcus.
Check out the Ship of Fools clip at the 3:44 mark...I may be wrong, but isn't that the Hong Kong airport?
 PS: When I was at A Day on the Green 
(Steely Dan/Steve Winwood concert) 
Manning a Day on the Green  
I bought the above CD from the merchandise stall.
It's a three disc 'best of A Day on the Green artists that have performed for these wineries between 2001-2008 (two infamous years there for two big crashes that had world impact 
- one physical, the other financial ) and on the third disc, track 17 is Ship of Fools by World Party.
The next track after Ship of Fools, track 18 is No Secrets by  
The Angels and if you look at the post  
Manning a Day on the Green you'll see a photo of number 18 (Manning) getting crash tackled by a raven, and that post was referring to the sync between the two Mannings linking back to  
Ned Manning the star of the movie Dead End Drive-in about the future of a society facing an economic wasteland after the world economy disintegrates.
And Track 19 is What's My Scene? by the Hoodoo Gurus.
On page 5 of today's edition of the Echonet e-newspaper there was a cartoon called Swami Cootamundra and today's (Nov 29th) caption was, "Everyone wants to be captain on the ship of fools"?!

November 27, 2011

Medium Solves Murder Case

I must say that I am not one for going to Spiritualist Churches.
I've been twice in my life and both times felt much like the little boy in the movie Hereafter who goes into a Spiritual Church to seek answers, only to run into deluded, although well meaning people trying to bring back messages from the other side.
I'm not saying that there aren't people in these Churches who can contact the other side, but my experience with these visits only showed me egotistical pretenders who seemed to be doing more harm than good to the cause.
Having said that though, I do anonymously follow 
a blog by the Enmore Spiritual Church 
which had the above You Tube clip of a woman, named Marita.
"Marita, who comes to have a reading with Medium Debra Martin in Arizona to connect with her deceased Aunt that lived in Peru. 
Marita did not know that her Aunt was murdered. 
She was told she passed from a heart attack and stomach cancer. 
This was shocking news Debra had to reveal. 
Not only did Debra find out she was murdered, she gave details of how it happened, why it happened and gave the name of who committed this crime. 
Justice was served! 
Marco's was arrested and confessed to the murder of Marita's Aunt. 
He is now serving 20 years in the Peru jail."
Interesting stuff!

November 25, 2011

What is Magic? - a short film by Caiseal Mor

I'm currently reading Caiseal Mor's book What is Magic? and I found this great little film made by him where he goes around asking people what they think magic is.
I must say though I like his conclusion at the end of the film.

November 24, 2011

Six Degrees of "The Hunter"

I recently saw the movie The Hunter, starring Willem Dafoe
Sam Niell and Morgana Davies (from The Tree) and I just keep finding the notion of Six Degrees of Separation a fascinating concept that just keeps playing out in front of my eyes in real life and on the cinema screen.
Ever since I saw the movie The Tree and wrote about it here on this blogpost,
The Tree  
I've been amazed how the actors in these films have teamed up in other films and areas of life by just what appears to be chance.
In The Tree Morgana Davies starred with French/English actress Charlotte Gainsbourg, who starred with Willem Dafoe in Anti-Christ, which was directed and written by Lars von Trier
who also made Melancholia, which I just saw last week.
Melancholia stars Charlotte Gainsbourg from The Tree,  
Charlotte Rampling from Eye of the Storm, which was directed by Fred Schepisi, who directed Six Degrees of Separation,
 and who I wrote about here,
Six Synchronistic Degrees of Fred Schepisi 
Dafoe was also in a movie called Daybreakers
which was filmed in my home town Brisbane, and also starred 
Sam Niell from The Hunter and Ethan Hawke from Waking Life 
(see post below this one).
Now, the interesting story here is that my eldest son Kevin worked and met with the directors of Daybreakers for one day of editing of the film in their Brisbane studios, while he was doing a high school course on film.
And he spent the day chatting to them about the film industry.
Another interesting fact also is these directors are real life twin brothers from Brisbane.
In Dafoe's next film Boot Tracks he will play a character named William "The Buddha" Pettigrew and will star with Stephen Dorff who starred in the Sofia Coppola movie  Somewhere, which I've also written about on this blog somewhere ;- )
Not to mention John Vincent Hurt who was in Melancholia and also narrated Paul Cox's  film Vincent.
See my post -
Midnight in Paris on All Saints Day 
to make sense of that last sentence...or to go further down this rabbit hole. 

November 23, 2011

What is Magic?

I started reading Caiseal Mor's new book What is Magic?, which you can buy as an e-book from here...
What is Magic?  
and although I've only read a few chapters, so far it hasn't been disappointing.
I like how he tells the story of the 13th Dali Lama sending his emissary to England to find out what he could about British spiritual practices and why they were so successful as a nation.
The emissary returned with the secret mantra that the British were taught from a very young age,
"Row, row, row  your boat,
Gently down the stream,
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream."
Oddly enough, I was also watching the movie Waking Life directed by Richard Linklater.
It is an animated film about being awake in a dream in a dream.
Richard also directed the similar animated style Philip K Dick film version of A Scanner Darkly.
But I digress...more on that film in a later post.
What I really wanted to let you see and hear was Caiseal Mor's new magical dreamy tune called, Dance of the Djinn
Play it as background music if you don't want to watch the clip and just listen to how magical it sounds.
  
You can listen and watch more of his music at his website here; http://www.mahjee.com/films.html

Animal Dreaming in Byron on Sunday

Last Sunday in went for a drive to Byron Bay.
There was only three things I had planned for the day.
First was to stop for a coffee at the Brunswick Heads Hotel, second was to have lunch at the Buddha Bar in the Byron Bay Brewery (which I had never been to before) and third was to pick up a deck of Animal Dreaming cards from Scott Alexander King's shop  
Animal Dreaming in Byron Bay.
People who know me will see the significance of this cup  
(and it's not because I'm a cock-head, either;-)
The first thing I did upon rising was to drink coffee out of my Abraxas Brew coffee mug. 
I do most mornings anyway, but because I was going to Byron Bay and my favourite little metaphysical bookshop, Abraxas Books resides there, I thought this would put me in the right mood.
Not that I was planning on going there today, which I didn't anyway.
It just puts me in the mood for random weirdness to happen...and it did.
Brunswick Heads Hotel
As we drove into Brunswick Heads to get coffee I remembered last time we drove past the picnic grounds, there were roosters loose in the picnic/BBQ area.
I thought it was just some chickens that had runaway the first time I saw them, but 3 months later and they are still in the picnic area running loose.
Rooster wandering at Brunswick Heads BBQ area.
I said to my brother that I would like to stop at the picnic grounds and get a photo of the roosters walking around. 
So we did stop, but some tourists had let their dog go to chase the chickens, and I wasn't too sure how friendly the dog was, so I took the photos from the car window.
Rooster and Ibis near graves in the BBQ grounds.
 And what I first thought was a BBQ turned out to be some graves.
But the weird thing was that this is a picnic/BBQ area that just happens to have these graves here, as well as BBQs tables and chairs, etc. 
It is not a graveyard except for this group of graves here.
I tried to get a picture of the words written on the graves by using the maximum zoom on my cell phone, but the photo below was the best I could do.
It looked like it was going to come out alright when I looked at my little cell screen, but downloading it to the computer showed it to be unreadable. 
Next time I'm down there I'll find out more about them.
The funny thing about the graves was this Ibis walking back and forth along the brick wall at the back of the headstones.
I was there for a good five minutes and the bird never once looked like leaving the wall.
It was happy just acting like a guard.
We left for the Byron Bay Brewery saying to each other how creepy that experience was, with graves in a picnic spot being guarded by roosters and an Ibis.
Then I walk into the Buddha Bar at the Brewery and up on the bar-room wall is a flying Buddha.
Buddha Bar, Byron Bay Brewery.
I don't remember the last time I saw a flying Buddha, but it seemed appropriate that he was hovering over the exit ;- )  
There was also an Aboriginal painting just above our table as well.
Painting above our table in the Buddha Bar, Byron Bay.
I love those spirit faces in the sky of that painting and the Rainbow Serpent curling into what looks like to me, a golden spiral or number 9 (see post below).
I loved the beer and the atmosphere in this bar and it be a place I will be coming back to for sure, now I know about it.
It even has a cinema attached to the bar called  
Pig-house Flicks and the movie that was showing the day we were there was Red Dog.
Red Dog and the Sacred Kingfisher/Tree/Owl Synchronicity
I thought  about seeing if my brother wanted to see it, but that would have been my forth time in about 3 months, so we gave it a miss and headed for Animal Dreaming, so I could pick up a pack of Scott's  Animal Dreaming cards.
Some of Scott Alexander-King's Animal Dreaming cards
I did buy a deck of Animal Dreaming cards, but my eye was caught by a little ceramic rooster crowing in a frozen stance.
A wake up call?
I also found the shells that I mentioned in the post below, plus a cute little bird painting by this lady here; http://www.sharonmcleod.com/
I love the owl on her homepage.
When I got home I looked up the meaning of the rooster and Ibis in Scott's book Animal Dreaming.
For rooster it said; 
Rooster /Hen (Resurrection)
"Rooster symbolizes the hero, the guardian and protector of the people.
It inspires hope and promise. 
When invoked with pure intent, Rooster Dreaming holds the potential to bring any dream to fruition ( legend says that the Rooster could find an earthworm in the desert)."

For Ibis it said;
Ibis (sacredness)
"Ibis Dreaming nurtures the the search for wisdom and the keys to 'real' magick.
It literally coaches us as we probe the ancient mysteries for the secrets to our own purpose.
Ibis opens the gates of awareness by illuminating our inherent spiritual strengths and abilities, while confirming our once imagined past-life experiences as true."
There is a lot more written here about the Ibis...but that might be for a future post, as I'm too tied to write much more tonight and this subject could take up a post all to itself.
So maybe more on the Ibis at a later date?                
 I remember all the hassle we had turning against traffic to get into the picnic area just to get a picture of a chook (chicken)
At one point I was going to tell my brother to forget it, because the traffic just wouldn't stop coming from the other way long enough for us to get across  the road. 
The situation reminded  me of a t-shirt design I made a few years ago based on the old "Why did the chicken cross the road?" riddle (above).
I was asking myself that question too.
Why are we crossing the road just to get a picture of a chicken? 
But it led to me getting a great shot of the Ibis which has put me on the path to looking into the Ibis and the mythology surrounding that bird. 
A subject  that I probably would not have looked into if I hadn't of crossed the road...so sometimes it just pays to tell the rational mind to stop asking so many questions, and just go with the flow. 
                                                                                                                                
Update: November 25th, 2011
I finally found some information on the graves while poking around on Google;
Tells you who is buried here, ages, etc.
Brunswick Heads Pilgrim Memorial Park Cemetery

November 22, 2011

9 Kinds of Naked (Part 2)

The shell (the golden spiral) I bought yesterday at Animal Dreaming, Byron Bay.
I've just finished reading what I thought was one of the best fiction novels that I have read for some time, Tony Vigorito's  
Nine Kinds of Naked. 
Some readers won't get it...but those who do will love it.
I had a lot of synchros while reading it.
Some I have already mentioned in posts under this one and some I haven't mentioned.
One that really astounded me was this one,
I'm in the habit of just using calling cards or pages of magazines that I have picked up from shops or attractions on my visits that I feel are or will be of future significance to me at a later date down the track for some reason.
The above photo shows the card from a Byron Bay shop that I had paid a visit to last time I was there.
I used this as a bookmark while I was reading Nine Kinds of Naked, because it was the first thing I picked up that was laying on my desk at the time, and I felt quite comfortable using as a bookmark.
Nothing struck me out of the ordinary until I reached page 231, where I came across this passage;  
"So should I just ditch myself, dig my own grave, and dissolve into nothing?"
"Dissolve into everything,"Billy Pronto corrected."
And don't dig your own grave.
Dig your own Groove.
And sure,why not ditch yourself?
You're a drag and you're no fun.
You already know this.
So yeah, abandon your paranoid persona and start dancing.
Release your impulse from the slavery of others' expectations....The spontaneity of the spirit is far more trustworthy than the deliberations of the intellect."
Then Tony went on to write about the golden mean (Phi) and the golden spiral, where the two main characters are talking about the number 9.
Oddly enough it is on page 239, which is my birth-date (Sept 23rd).
"Three times three, number nine is the triple trinity, thrice sacred, the supreme superlative.

That's why we say things like, on cloud nine."
Also in another place on the page it is written that 9 is the cabalistic number for the Holy Unspeakable Name of God. 

"As the last single-digit number, nine represents the highest attainment in any endeavor, the zenith that cannot be surpassed."
Then he writes about the Golden Mean and the golden spiral, which approximates the shape of the number 9.
The Golden Ratio: Phi, 1.618
I looked at the "Grooven" calling card and noticed the same spiral Tony was writing about just above the word "Grooven" on the card!?!
This just happened to be picture 619 on my cell phone camera!?!
Then yesterday I paid a visit to Scott Alexander-King's  
Animal Dreaming shop in Byron Bay...and what should he have for sale, but the shell representing the golden spiral, which is photographed laying on my novel in the picture at the very top of this post.
Tony claims to have written the book by just using the synchronicities that came into his life at the time.
and I found this interesting clip on one of his blog pages 
Wisdom: A Tale of Dental Redemption
that seems quite appropriate.

November 18, 2011

Who Are You?

I've just secured tickets for Easter Monday at next years Bluesfest at Byron Bay where Roger Daltrey will be headlining the day by singing the whole soundtrack of Tommy.
I also saw this movie with my Grandmother at the cinema when it came out in the Seventies.
And just like The Last Wave where the Aboriginal Elder keeps repeating to Richard Chamberlain's character, "Who are you?", 
The Who keep singing the same words in Tommy.
Coincidence or what?
Could Easter Monday get any better than that?
What a sign this turned out to be from the birds that flew over  
Steve Winwood in a V, then a heart shaped formation, while he was singing Higher Love at A Day on the Green.
Then turning into this guitar shaped formation, as I tried to capture a photo of the flock, while they were flying towards Byron Bay.
I have blown the photo of the birds to full size, just scroll to the right.
The birds are near the flag in the picture.
Higher Love?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?

I woke up in a Soho doorway

A policeman knew my name
He said, 'You can go sleep at home tonight
If you can get up and walk away'

I staggered back to the underground

And the breeze blew back my hair
I remember throwin' punches around
And preachin' from my chair

Well, who are you?

(Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
I really wanna know
(Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
'Cause I really wanna know
(Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)

I took the Tube back out of town

Back to the Rollin' Pin
I felt a little like a dying clown
With a streak of Rin Tin Tin

I stretched back and I hiccupped

And looked back on my busy day
Eleven hours in the Tin Pan
God, there's got to be another way

Well, who are you?

(Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Oh, who are you?
(Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Oh, who the hell are you?
(Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)

Who are you?

Ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa...

Who are you?

Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
I really wanna know
(Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Oh, tell me, who are you?
(Who are you? Who?)
I really wanna know
(Who?)
Oh, I really wanna know
(Who?)
Come on tell me, who are you, you, you, oh, you
?


Update: 20 Nov. 2011
When I found out the band YES were also playing on the same day as Roger Daltrey, I had also just read this passage on page 292 of  
Nine Kinds of Naked; "Yessing along thus in the yesness of existence (and Elizabeth had discovered one evening while pouring over her dictionary that this is no mere wordplay, that the word ' yes' itself derives from the same root as to be, that yes is the emphatic contradiction of nothingness,that yes is the very essence of being, that yes is the inescapable act of life itself)...
And on page 363 there is this question and answer;
"Who are you?"
"I do not pretend to know who I am."
I had a lot of weird synchs like these while reading this book.
I'll do another post soon about a few more I've had while reading it, in the coming days. 

UPDATE: December, 2015.
I should have updated this post a while ago, but since I stumbled across it again today, I should mention that Roger came down with a virus and had to cancel the Bluesfest gig, but John Fogerty from CCR took his place and to me that was even better, as I'm a bigger CCR fan and I was literally in the front row of his performance.
The "Tombstone Shadow" Dark Sync
And while I would have loved to see Roger sing the Tommy soundtrack, this to me turned out way better.
Sorry Rog.

November 14, 2011

Aboriginal Dreaming, Hidden Dimensions and UFO Links?

The Book of Love by a Medium

A few synchronicities have led me to start investigating the link between Aboriginal Dreaming, hidden dimensions, Jungian psychology and UFO Links.
It pretty much started (that's if you can say anything in your life started at a certain point) after I viewed Peter Weir's movie  
The Last Wave for the second time in my life, after purchasing it from the United States (oddly enough) on DVD.
I couldn't find a copy in Australia (where it was filmed) and it wasn't through a lack of trying either.
I saw this movie around 1977 (I would have been 12/13 years old at the time) at the cinema with my Grandmother (who has now passed on).
Viewing it again though as an adult I couldn't help but notice the Shamanistic theme could also be interpreted as abduction involving aliens from possibly another dimension or star system.
With my father being a Taxi Driver most of his life, this line in particular stood out;
"As a little boy you told me you were afraid to go to sleep at night, because when you go to sleep people come and steal your body"
"Did I say what sort of people?"
"I asked you and you said Taxi Drivers.

Taxi Drivers on night-shift stole your body and took you on a long ride to the other world and returned you in the morning.
That's why you wake up feeling tired in the morning, you told me."
My dad's cab number was 424, the same as the start of this phone number.
LA Yellow Cabs phone number.
London taxi/wedding car that turned up at the cinema I was at in Brisbane!?
While I was pondering all this I just happened to catch 
Barry Eaton's Radio program from a week or two ago, where he was interviewing Valarie Barrow about her book Alcheringa
http://radiooutthere.com/blog/2011/10/13/program-355/
Valerie's book Alcheringa
 I had just been (or was going to) to A Day on the Green featuring Steve Winwood and Steely Dan.
Higher Love?
Oddly enough, Steve has a song called Valerie
Valerie wrote the first book in 1994 when all this took place.
I also happened to stumble across Mike Clellend interviewing Alan Caviness (Caves???) about his UFO experiences 
Audio Conversation with Alan Caviness 
I found Alan worth listening to for some reason, so I went to his website to find out more and came across this story which took place in 1994.
Triangular UFOs  
What struck me was the picture of the UFO he put on that page looked like the one on Valerie's first book, above the Aboriginal man's head.
Which I thought was odd, because Alan was writing about triangular ships in this article, so why the round ship that looked like Valerie's?
And funny enough, both sightings happened in the same year 1994
I also get the feeling Peter Weir is trying to tell us something in a subconscious manner, whether he realizes it or not.
Look at his movies Picnic at Hanging Rock, where three school girls and a teacher disappear from the face of the earth, never to be found again (based on a true story, too)
It reminds me a lot of the Nimbin Rocks area.
From Wikipedia:
"The Nimbin Rocks are volcanic extrusions of rhyolite left over from the Mount Warning Tweed Volcano that erupted around 20 million years ago in what is now northern New South Wales, Australia.
As part of an eroded dyke of the volcano, the Rocks are situated just outside the present day caldera wall about 20 km from Mount Warning and three kilometres from Nimbin village. 
The three most prominent were named by early white settlers as the Thimble, Cathedral and Needle. 
They are an extremely significant cultural site to the local Bundjalung tribe of indigenous Australians who believe the rocks were home to the Nmbngee, or Clever Men. 
They were also initiation grounds for young boys and the dreaming story can be read at the Nimbin Museum."
And in the Nimbin Museum is this picture, which I use as my mobile phone screen saver.
Painting on the inside of  the Nimbin museum.
So what's this all about then?


 Peter's film Witness is about government cover ups where a little boy sees something he shouldn't have and corrupt government officials try to silence him.

The Truman Show, is about a life being manipulated behind the scenes of a TV reality show...but what else might be implied here beneath the surface of the main story???


Fearless, is where a man's personality is dramatically changed after surviving a major airline crash...or NDE maybe?
So, I think Peter's films might be worth another viewing from that angle, too.

There is also a connection to caves here.
In the movie The Last Wave a secret cave is revealed where there are South American type paintings on the walls, where travelers from thousands of years ago made contact with the Aboriginals and made prophetic art for future generations to view.
Some of the cave paintings in the movie The Last Wave
Werner Herzog has also just released a documentary film 
Cave of Forgotten Dreams on the Chauvet Cave in France that was also discovered in 1994.
I previously wrote about it in this post in the link below.
The Cave of Forgotten Dreams  
The paintings in this cave have been estimated to be between 30 000 and 32 000 years old, nearly twice  as old as the previous record holders.
And Australian Aborigines have been said to have lived in what is now known as Australia for the last 50 000 years, to give some perspective to how ancient a people the Australian Aborigines are.
Filming for The Last Wave actually took place in a real cave in Sydney called St.Micheal's Cave, which reminded my of the cave in Gibraltar by the same name.  
St.Micheal's Cave, Gibraltar.
 According to Wikipedia;
"In 1974 a Neolithic bowl was discovered in the cave, one of many examples which prove that the cave was known to prehistoric man
Another would be the recently discovered cave art depicting an ibex drawn in charcoal on one of the cave walls. 
It has been dated to the solutrean period (15,000 to 20,000 years ago) based on the style used.
However, since two Neanderthal skulls have been discovered in Gibraltar, it is possible that they were among the first to set foot in the cave around 40,000 BC."
Valerie says that she channels various entities, one being the Arch-angel Micheal, which in a round about way is how 
St.Micheal's Cave in Gibraltar got it's name.
I'm not really too keen on channelers myself.
I have a feeling that most are either self deluded megalomaniacs or outright con artists, but I will give Valerie a chance and hold off on a judgement either way, until after I have read her books right through.
I noticed when I was watching the movie Kundun that the Dali Lama also makes use of channelers from time to time.
So maybe I shouldn't be too hasty...just yet.
The cave is a very important place for a lot of shamanic rituals, so it's not surprising that cathedrals have that very cave like quality to them, as if the architects of these great cathedrals were trying to reconstruct the interior sacred  space of the cave.


Even in Peter Weir's excellent Dead Poet's Society, the boys meet in a cave at night while they are meant to be sleeping in their dorms. 
Uluru / Ayre's Rock
 The rock mountain on the front of The Book of Love with the Aboriginal's head hovering over it is Uluru/Ayre's Rock.
It sits almost in the heart of the continent of Australia, so if Australia had a heart that would roughly be it.
Interestingly,there is a heart shaped cave in Uluru, which I was unaware of until seeing it on Valerie's website;
 http://www.valeriebarrow.com/107-site/welcome/180-hello-everyone.html 
The heart shaped cave in Uluru.
Whilst I found Valarie's first book an entertaining read, a few things that didn't gel with me were Valerie's guide's (what I found anyway) misguidance about Uluru being a meteorite that crashed to earth from another planet and her almost groupie devotion to Sai Baba   
a man who to me was just a clever stage magician.
Sorry, I'm not one for Gurus I'm afraid. 
Teachers yes, Gurus no.
This book is interesting though, there is a baby in the bathwater somewhere in here, but there is also some murky water which has to be sifted through first.
I did find this synchronicity to be intriguing though;
On page 91 where Valerie is channeling an entity who she calls Alcheringa.
Alcheringa  says,"...I am connected with all sacred sites around this Earth and in particular, the site known as Uluru. 
A group intends to traval to Uluru on the 23 rd September I will be there, you can tell them that."
That comment about being there on the 23 rd September, which happens to be my birthday, made me think that I should go to Uluru/Ayre's Rock next year, because I have never been anywhere near it in my life living in Australia, and since I'm not getting any younger, I should seriously aim for a trip out there next year, possibly on or near my birthday, since that will be Spring equinox here and it shouldn't be too hot or too cold at that time of year in the desert.
I would also like to make the trip out to the Cave Hill region to see the paintings of the Wandjina, or people from the stars.
the Wandjina Spirit Namaralie recreated as a 35 metre high sculpture
at the Sydney 2000 Olympic Games Opening Ceremony
Getting back to Richard Chamberlain star of The Last Wave, he played a role in an almost prophetic movie in 1974 called  
The Towering Inferno
 "The film was often referred to in media reports on the  
September 11, 2001 attacks on the World Trade Center. Coincidentally, principal photography on the film started on May 8, 1974 and finished on September 11, 1974"
 His character Roger Simmons is confronted by architect Doug Roberts (Paul Newman) (Simmons is the building's electrical engineer), accusing him of cutting corners. 
Simmons insists the building is up to standards, but Roberts knows the standards are not enough and demands to see the specifications.
David Gulpilil who plays one of the main Aboriginal characters in the film The Last Wave, is a tribal Aboriginal in real life, who had his first main part in a movie called Walkabout a film about an Aboriginal boy who helps two white English kids to survive in the dessert. 
David has returned to his people to live as a respected Elder. 
Valerie also says that she had in her possession a rock which was given to her that belonged to Aboriginal tribes who took care of it for tens of thousands of years.
She claims it was wrapped in paperbark, which I thought was strange, because Oodgeroo, who I mention in the post titled 
Stradbroke Dreamtime
is a name meaning paperbark, because paperbark was used to record Oogeroo's tribal family history on the island and elsewhere.
Valerie's story sure is a strange one, and I don't really know what to make of it, but something strange is going on here.
If nothing else, it has inspired me to start planning my own trip to the rock and caves of the outback and to explore The Dreaming.

A blogging friend Red Pill Junkie reminded me of this dialogue from the movie, The Last Wave on a comment he left at Mike Clellend's  
Hidden Experience blog
"—This one I’ve seen before. A spirit from the Dreamtime. Aborigines believe in two forms of time: two parallel streams of activity. One is the daily objective activity to which you and I are confined. The other is an infinite spiritual cycle called the Dreamtime… more real than reality itself. Whatever happens in the Dreamtime establishes the values, symbols and laws of Aboriginal society. Some people of unusual spiritual powers have contact with the Dreamtime.
—How?
—Through their dreams. Through ceremonies involving sacred objects… like these stones.
—What is the name of that spirit?
—Ah. Its name is one of the few words recorded from a tribe once active in Sydney.
Now extinct, of course.
—Mulkurul?
—Mulkurul. This is a name given to a race of spirits who came from the rising sun bringing sacred objects with them like these stones. This tribe believed that the Mulkurul expressed themselves through people of unusual spiritual power.
—You mean, they’re sometimes human?
—Yes, the local belief was that they acted through humans.
—White men?
—No. Frankly, I don’t think that any of us has the spiritual powers that tribal people expect from Mulkurul. You see, a Mulkurul has incredible premonitory dreams.
They usually appear at the end of a cycle when nature has to renew itself. Most primitive cultures see life in cycles. Each cycle ends with an apocalypse of some kind."