An Aussie singer/musician of Aboriginal extraction (with a splash of Irish) was interviewed the other day about his music. The entire interview was interesting but what really struck a chord with me was the man's Aboriginality and his love of the land. I'd love you to come out, my friend, and just experience that. And the majesty of a night-time, looking at the night sky and that feeling, that total spirituality. The quietness. Like, you can feel infinity touching you. That last sentence really got to me. I've often thought that communicating with the universe is something very personal and intimate, with no distractions...rather like entering a church alone without all the babbling congregation, pulpit bashing and some organist giving the Wurlitzer a hard time. Just you and 'it'. I can imagine a feeling of oneness with nature in the silence of a starry night in the wilderness, and I intend to experience that for myself when I tour Oz in my caravan (trailer).

I'm by no means a fan of man-made religion, churches, mosques, temples or other attempts to create an artificial spiritual environment. As art forms, they are clever and admirable, but they don't possess the magic of a natural spiritual environment that embraces you as an integral part of the whole. Out in the wilderness (so called because it lacks bright lights and Coca Cola signage) one doesn't drop to one's knees and pray, rather one senses a personal welcome, an elation, and a feeling of belonging (as an equal) to the family of all existence.

That's what I intend to experience, and attempt to describe it in my journal.

The Aborigines for 40 or 50 thousand years were not subservient to nature or 'the dreaming' but, instead, were partners and equals who respected their environment and treated it accordingly. I find the idea of a God we should fear and worship utterly ludicrous. Amen.