Island of the dead

I just recently returned from a cruise, my first one

Sailing the sea's…pirating

Fuck, I was in my element!!!

It was a very rough crossing for the first two days. Many people were seasick, even seasoned cruisers were overcome.

The ship was dipping as well as rolling

I was worried I might not have sea legs, I shouldn’t have.

I loved every minute of it, on the decks…no one around because of how rough it was.

I forget that’s in my blood sometimes, the pirate.
 
I also realised how anti social or a nicer term would be introverted, I really am.
 
After the rough seas subsided, everyone surfaced.

Cruising is very social and everyone wants to talk, which is fine, but sometimes…just no.
 
 I’ll talk to anyone, anytime.

But at times I just wanted to merge into the vastness of the ocean and be alone.

​Which I did.

I understand there are many lonely people out there and I think the loneliness was magnified by the full moon on the water, maybe?
 
I was zen as fuck and it showed, therefore people were comfortable telling me their story. Some sad, some funny and some tragic.

I realised they actually didn't need anything from me, just a chat.

I'm saying a word for all the lonely people, sometimes we need to hear. 
 
Just listening, not talking.
 
Quite

Open to all the feels

Listening without Judgement 

 
 
The highlight of the trip for me apart from being on the water and travelling with my Mumma was Kangaroo Island.

Karta: Island of the Dead - Kangaroo Island

 
Kangaroo Island separated from mainland Australia around 10,000 years ago, due to rising sea level after the last glacial period. Known as Karta ("Island of the Dead") by the mainland Aboriginal tribes, the existence of stone tools and shell middens show that Aboriginal people once lived on Kangaroo Island.
 
Ngurunderi
Ngurunderi was a creation being in the Dreaming of the tribes of the lower Murray River, lakes and Coorong of South Australia. These tribes believe that the spirit follows the path taken by Nguruderi to (Kangaroo Island ) after death, where they travel to the Waleruwar (the spirit world) in the Milky Way.
 
 
The minute I stepped on the Island, I felt at home with the spirits of the dead.

The animal medicine there was plentiful. Such a beautiful place to walk the land and sense the in-between. I didn’t want to leave.
 
I really believe that when you walk the land, something happens to you.

You carry a little piece of wherever you walk with you and it's available anytime when you remember and connect back.
 
We carry it in our bones, the wayfarer.
 
I also wanted to say that after travelling you usually come home to well things that make you go hmmmmm, that may have escaped your attention prior because your focus is on the possibility’s and excitement of the unknown adventure ahead.
 
Those of you that are on Fuck book, whoops I mean Facebook, may have seen my video about unethical practices in this place we call “spiritual ”

​Or as I prefer to call it the occult.
 
I pretty much said all I need to in that Vid.

However, I didn’t name the person who helped me and he deserves a big, fucking HUGE  mention.

His name is Tony Esta, and he walks in the underworld.

I see him as the black panther walking in the in-between. Protecting and clearing your person and space.

He clears houses and talk's to the dead. 

He can see things, like attachment's and all kinds of freaky shit that most people are afraid of.

He is humble and honest and basically about the only person I would trust to look in on me energetically.

A traveller of the underworld and at home there.

Tony looked in for me and needless to say, the minute I knew he was on the job, I felt at peace.

I knew the Panther was would take care of whatever fuckery was hanging around and he did.
 
He didn’t know what was going on, I just asked him to take a look.
 
He named it, he knew where it came from and even described the person that was wishing me ill (either consciously or unconsciously).

Let’s just say that motherfucking energy won’t be back as he has put up major protection around me and mine.

I'm very grateful for the work he does and even more grateful his my mate.
 
If you need the big guns, give Tony a call.

Below I’ve included a link to get in contact if needed.

www.sacredfamiliar.com/contact-us

Rock on 

Bec


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