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I lived briefly with a tribe of Australian native people 11 hours by land cruiser south of Ayer’s Rock. Our group went to help them to move deeper into the scorching interior of Australia in order to return to ‘traditional desert life.’ Their tribal leader, Ninija, had decided that the aging and young of her people should return to their ‘Lands,’ turning away completely from white-fella comforts and handouts.

During this adventure, my view of human life completely changed.

The settlement we left consisted of primitive prefabricated housing and an airstrip. But not one member of the tribe lived inside the housing. Instead, they used it as a dumping ground for the heaps of material goods donated to them from white-fella do-gooders.

White Australians have always wanted to ‘civilize’ these desert people, to make them respectable, slaves to their average urban lives.

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There is no such thing as a ‘gift’ to the desert dwellers and not one of the variety of items they receive is useful to their desert life: nylon dresses, leather shoes, plastic toys, kitchen equipment, tools made of metal. They accept them and then quickly let them pass through their fingers. They are soon added to the tall heaps of detritus inside their ‘unsuitable’ housing.

The day we left the settlement in our land cruisers loaded with prefabricated shade shelters to erect as the tribe walked in temperatures that most humans could never survive, Ninija and her people walked naked and barefoot. They carried nothing except their few custom-made possessions to negotiate the harsh Lands and climate:

Dilly bags woven from Mangrove string to carry their totemic badges of ‘Emu’ ‘Wombat’ Paper Tree,’ and so on; Wood and Grass carrying bowls (coolamon) sported on their heads, shoulders or against their bellies; custom-made digging sticks slung across their backs from ornate Kangaroo straps; beautifully crafted boomerangs for hunting; and perfectly cylindrical Hollow Log coffins containing the precious bones of their deceased.

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As they slowly walked, the sheen of their black skins caught the strong sunlight and their blond and red topknots of wild hair blended in with the iron-rich ochre of the desert floor. They were joined occasionally by competing kangaroos on one side, and a massive flock of high Emus, great scratching Bird of the Lands, on the other.

They were walking away from ‘civilization,’ – known to them as ‘The Lands of Frowns and Fears,’ away from ‘safety.’ They had neither compass nor water flask. Walking away from health care and education; away from the culture of ‘the thinking’ stuffed with words and ideas.

Our ‘modern’ mobilized team followed them at some distance, kitted out in snake boots, fly-nets, clinging to our ‘possessions’ stashed away in brightly coloured waterproof rucksacks and pouches. We were highly protected by metal and glass, and cooled by powerful air-conditioning.

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I have learned from these genuine custodians of the Earth, that a desireless state is a truly pure and happy state. It is ‘now’ and ‘here.’ Whereas, the future is a mirage and the past is dead.

I have learned that time itself does not move because it is only a crude device, another delusion; instead, the only movement is of our minds.

When our desires are frustrated, all of our negative emotions are generated because we cannot get our way. In complete contrast, not having any single desire is contentment, no craving, no worries or attachments. Naked and without possessions, we too can blend into the many natural realities of the universe.

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All desires are a mirage or like the horizon: we can never reach them because they are imaginary, a hallucination, delusional. And yet, we persist in running after such pots of gold from the desire to possess them, to drag them like magpies do into our nests. In the end, the objects become our status, our identity, our values.

 

 

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A state without desires is purity itself. If we allow all desires to ebb away then we do not need to reach out to gods and deities for benefits or protections. We have all the resources we need to find absolute happiness and balance.

If we clear the bridge of the mind of such clutter, then we can walk straight out in the vast field of consciousness and awareness. There we can embody the divine, our original state.

Without worldly desires and clutter, we naturally embody the divine. This is our true human mission.

 

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Images courtesy of megapixl, etc: all licenses at lindenthorp@gmail.com

The story of Ninija and my adventures has been written as a novel called ‘Easy-Happy-Sexy: on the Twelfth Day.’ If you want to read more about ‘desirelessness, and the ‘true custodians of Planet Earth’ please visit:

 

or watch the video trailer at: https://youtu.be/xCZ3FMGc0bs

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