Broome Time

In a land beyond time or space ~ pindan dirt & turquoise waters, post boxes free frangipani smelling streets, mango & gubinge blossoming trees ~ magic was so real that when the moon was full it grew so wide and orange you could walk a staircase straight into its heart.

People from this land held secrets of rainbow serpents, seven sisters & sacred fire wisdom in dreamtime story songlines with the power to shape the earth.

The other secret they held was that the one first secret is not a secret at all ~ its seed living within every being's golden heart, whispered at every moment by mama gaia's spirit, pulsating.

Wild blew strong, eagles flew high, bats danced wildly, skies & clouds a masterpiece after another, stars of absolute infinity & tides waving in & out with such a depth that no mundane was meant to survive it.

In broome time, you die before you die.

And so, in this vortex, there co-existed the light & the dark, souls cosmically dancing, sirius' central sunlight guiding home through winding roads & many leaps of faith over those red cliffs.

Many moons ago in this timeless time, a girl walked her steps into this wonderland carrying so much luggage life felt like some deadly strong roots were pulling her from her shoe prisoned feet & twirling her around as if spinning fire until she was raw naked.

Tears ran like rivers at every skin peeled & so did the bare feet at the beating of the drums.

Underneath all those veils, there it was ~ that diamond secret, clear as the rain water & loud as thunder spirit.

A wild woman howling. Remembering. She saw her divine sisters on the flames of a fire that never stops burning ~ all the way over east ~ & surrendered to the blow of that wind ~ all the way to the west. A floating blank page, freer at each breath.

Stories hovering around that blank page were so magnificent that the girl did not dare reduce them to words.

This magical mystery mission unfolded ~ one eternal now after the other ~ dreams vibrating aliveness, love, peace & fairy dust.

These timeless times were ruled by cyclone spirit, toss & turning around crazily so to pull out all the thorns dusting in the broken hearts of separation.

One by one, the sisters were brought back into still centre. Sat in a circle, they remembered how tightly they had been holding each other's hands, underground. Air, water, earth & fire ~ witching, weaving together that which was never alone any way.

A life - death - life cycle knowing carried in each holly womb, as we ~ children of the earth ~ are carried in mama gaia's majestic life giving one.

Words words & more words will only ever scratch the surface of truth, they thought.

One sister said "let us be like children, pure in heart & imagination, innocent" & another sister ~ who could shape shift into an owl, said "let us get new note books & write a super heroes story. Who are you?"

The wild woman knew she was home, hugging her tribe beyond touch. She dared put it into words ~ i am an ATLANTIAN goddess with a black, white & golden dragon ~ a baby one ~ sitting on my divine feminine shoulder, clothes colour shifting so to fully embody our rainbow essence.

Truth melts illusion like chocolate on a hot wet season day. And so RA sang her spells, fearlessly ~

• walking our walk we are never not in divine river afloat

back home to golden heart wildly pulsating a piece of art

earth children in sacred womb mama gaia father sun

a cosmic dance of light & dark shadow digging our diamond spark •

Let us all fly high in the bright sky red root feet on the ground as we are bound to guard this earth an heaven’s birth •