The Florida Hoosier - A modern day walk about: a return to Oz

A Modern Day Walkabout

Australia's Aborigines

Gary Wonning

Copyright 2015 Gary Wonning

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Introduction

I was a member of The National Institute ofExploration based in Champagne Illinois. Their mission was toescort groups of photographers into exotic areas of the world andpublished books with photos and articles written about theexpeditions. They were planning a trip to Peru and Machu Picchu,somewhere I've always had an interest in visiting. For variousreasons, I was unable to take advantage of that trip, as a result Ialmost forgot about them.

Later that year, I received a call telling methey were planning an expedition to Australia in June of thefollowing year. They were inquiring as to the feasibility of megoing and leading a group.

The plan was to spend a month in Australia,break into groups of 8-10 people in each group and spendapproximately a week in an area, then go to a different area andspend a week there. Upon our return home we would publish aphotography book about our adventures. The photographers andwriters would each submit their own work and if chosen they wouldbe published, the profits shared among the participants.

It was something that I had never considered.I almost said yes immediately, but hesitated and said I would getback to them. Little did I know at the time it would be anadventure that would change my perception of life.

I had been actively seeking a lot of answersabout life and had done much searching. The previous week I hadconsulted with a psychic who was quite intuitive. She had read thelikes of Shirley Maclaine and Liberace. Many things were discussedhowever, nothing was said about Australia. Although I felt likeAustralia was the right place to go at the time, I wanted to seehow this fit into the general scheme of things. Looking back I cansee now I was determining how good my judgment was concerningthings I should do, regardless of how sensible they seemed.

During the reading it was revealed I would bemeeting several wives from past lives and I would eventually choosethe best one for me. It was also revealed that when I got to AyresRock, which neither of us, myself or the physic knew existed, Iwould find a pit at the top big enough for a human to lie in. Itwould have three 3 ft. circles on one side of it. I was to lie inthis pit and meditate.

It was also disclosed that I needed to obtaina basket containing earth items, and a tiger eye ring that shouldonly be worn on days or months with a five in them. I was movingfrom a five vibration to a seven and I needed the ring on the fivedays for protection. I was also informed that July 7th 1989, wouldbe a special day.

This was on a Wednesday night. Fridayevening, I noticed a basket of stones and arrowheads sitting on mybookcase. The basket was a collection of earth things, arrowheadsand American Indian stones that had belonged to my grandparents.After my grandmother passed away, my grandpa moved out of hisapartment. I found the basket when we cleaned his apartment andplaced the basket in the back of my truck, instructing my kids togive it to my brother Paul because he was into history more than Iwas.

When I got home the basket had been left inthe pickup, I put the basket on my bookcase and left it there.

I took the basket containing the earth thingsdown and spread the arrowheads out on the floor in no particularfashion, and went to bed.

The next day I was planning on going toCincinnati to buy the ring. Finishing breakfast, I sat down in mychair and fell asleep. While sleeping, I had a dream of a tiger eyering in a pawnshop in Louisville, Kentucky. When I woke up, andlooked at the arrowheads and they were pointed towards Louisville.I'm sure I couldn't have just randomly placed them that way.

It was a two hour drive to Louisville, Ididnt think much of the idea of driving that far. Cincinnati onlyan hour away had the same stores as Louisville so I started drivingtoward Cincinnati. I drove about a mile from home, it just didntfeel right, so I turned around and drove to Louisville.

I just followed my intuition and soon foundmyself in downtown Louisville. Rounding a corner, there was thepawnshop I had seen in my dream. I went inside and there was thetiger eye ring. I bought it and started home, putting the ring onmy little finger, left hand. My finger started to sweat profusely,while the remaining part of my hand stayed cool.

I needed to know more, and consequently madeanother appointment with my psychic the next week. The ring hadbeen owned by a fundamentalist minister in Kentucky who pawned itwhen he ran into financial trouble. I needed that ring because theminister had transferred a lot of spiritual energy into it and itwould protect me while I made the transition from being a five to aseven energy .

I really liked the ring and wanted to wear itevery day, but on days that were not five days, it would fall offmy finger. I couldnt wait for May, because it was a five month.While in Australia I found that I could wear it on most days,regardless of whether there was a five in the day or not, but whenI didnt need the ring, it would fall off my finger.

I started preparing for the trip, if Irecruited ten people and became a team leader, I could get my tripfor free. This sounded like an interesting opportunity, so I wentfor it.

I began issuing press releases and recruitingpeople who might be interested in spending a month photographingthe land down under. In the end I only recruited two people. Eventhough the trip wouldn't be free, for the money, it was still agood opportunity, besides I felt I really needed to go.

The cold bitter mid-western winter began toabate, the last week of March became quite balmy. It was time toclean up my motorcycle for another summer of riding. Thetemperature was near eighty so I decided it would be a good timefor an afternoon bike ride before heading to Valley Forge thefollowing day for a much needed vacation.

Ignoring the approaching storm clouds, a ridein the beautiful hills of southeastern Indiana overlooking the OhioRiver sounded inviting. It was a beautiful ride. The day wasperfect, there was relatively no traffic and the Red Bud andDogwood trees on the banks of the Ohio were in bloom.

I decided to stop and see an old girl friendin Aurora. My luck was about to change, the weather finally caughtup with me. A sudden spring thunderstorm was upon us. The downpourcontinued for probably an hour. The rain subsided as quickly as ithad begun, and for some unexplained reason I decided it was time togo. I rushed out the door and mounted my cycle.

Rounding the corner, my best laid plans wereabout to change. The spring rains had left a coating of sand acrossthe street, with the wet road this was an accident waiting tohappen. As I shifted into 2nd gear, I noticed a small pick-up truckpulling from an alley between a church and a funeral home.

Realizing the driver had looked away beforehe saw me, I had two choices, hit the truck or hit the pavement.Hitting the truck didn't seem like a real good option, hitting thepavement didn't exactly interest me either. I also knew that assoon as I touched my back brake on this sandy road, the back wheelwould lock up and I would probably be laying on the street with amotorcycle on top of me, not a good choice either. Disengaging theclutch and touching the brake as gently as I could, I prayed for agood outcome, I didn't get it. The bike immediately fish-tailed. Itried to bail off the back.