Irrilljirra' Mans The Bird Dreaming Story lives in us all of us...

Irrilljirra' Mans Bird Dreaming story...........................read on.

I was sittin relaxin a quiet moment
with my ukelele looking south
and started singin old MAORI songs
when I noticed all the birds gathering round listening.

First it was the green parrots and they came real close
and sat on some rubbish

I was clearing then they landed at my feet about 2 meters away.

It had been raining they were flittin about and then the finches came enmasse

all chirpin real loud and it was then it dawned on me when two eagle hawkes

came from the south west and just circled they cloudy sky.

I thought naaahh this not what it is so I stopped singin and playin my ukelele

and I could see the storm coming in the distant from the south west.

I started to walk around and the finches were in this really green bushy tree

and they started to move to another bigger tree.

The parrots started to move off onto trees with not much foliage

and I could see them as silhouette against the horizon and the eagle hawks went east.

I came back a few minutes later and sat down a the same place and looked around,

I could hear the chatter of the finches and just a couple of green parrots were flitting

from tree to tree but none where i was .....yet.

I started just strummin the ukelele and the green parrots started immediately

to where I was again and the same thing happened all over again the finches

moved to a closer tree to me and when I had been singin and playin for bout ten minutes

the hawks were back I kept on with the 'entertainment' and it was amazing.

The green parrots were back at my feet and the finches were quiet then it hit me

I had this awesome rush through my body of pure bliss no other way to describe it.

Whilst I was singing, my mind was looking for an answer to a problem

that I had been having with my 13 year old son.

Who for weeks I had suspected that he was smokin weed

and wanted an answer thats when this bliss arrived and it was like my subconscious

had joined my conscious mind and exploded in to blissful elation

and the answer came to me and I cried, true I did.

Tears of joy happiness bliss and then I remembered that the Gap

at the back "Irriljirra' (Fenn Gap) was the mans 'Bird Dreaming place"

of the ancestors and these wonderful ancestors brought me the answer.

I was quite relaxed now and had the answer for my son.

About 4 years ago my son somehow ended up with Rheumatic heart fever

and the condition caused by a bug that left a big mess behind with his heart valve

and so he now has to have three weekly bicillen injections to help him

with this condition not forgetting to mention my beautiful younger sister died

from the undiagnosed condition 30 year ago and has always worried me

and I'll always remember her.

I stood up and thanked the ancestors for their help and I could hear the finches

(ancestors)all talking at once in the trees they were in and there were quite a few of them too.

The green parrots flew to the trees that had no leaves and just flitted about

and I didn"t see where the hawks went so I went inside to get my son

and at this time it poured with rain and the wind was fierce and twisted the corrogated iron

into an art form of sorts and I waited til it passed and it was just for a moment

that it happened so fast.

When my son and I sat at the place where I had been entertaining the ancestors

before that burst of storm it was all quiet bit wet but still light and i said to my son.

"Watch the birds son, they our ancestors, watch what they do".

I started strumming my ukelele and in five minutes we had a full house.......

the green parrots were near to us flitting from the rubble to near our feet

and I nudged my son and gestured toward them and the finches were settled

in the big green bushy tree and had stopped chirping, my singing and the melody

of these old maori songs brought us all together.

I played for such a while and my son was in awe of the ancestors

and when I stopped playin to talk to my son the ancestors flitted about

and the finches started chirping seemed like all of them were

and it was so obvious with so much volume.

I told my son how much I loved him and had my arm around him and said to him.

"I know you been smokin the weed and its alright.....

and ancestors say it is alright ad now you know this you have much responsibility

and that is to never abuse it and just take it as a medicine

and try not get into other things but treat it as a medicine".

The finches were still loud and as we walked along the finches got louder

as we walked and then without thinking I turned toward the sound

and put my hands with my palms outward and said quite loudly to the ancestors.

"Its ok I've told him he knows now ok, he knows"!!

And they just stopped chirping all of a sudden just like that, they went so quiet

in the cool of the evening, the finches just stopped their chatter

and as I walked along my son was in awe of the ancestors

and when they stopped the chatter I just said.

"Thank you".

And my son caught up with me and then we went inside where my son

told the family what happened.

The Bird Dreaming Story lives in us all of us.
Neat aye!
Alby wayl dreamer of Tara Paikea niu tirini.