The hijinks at Rainbow Beach just continue. This traveller is up to no good, that is for sure. She is trying to raid E’s to find more ingredients for the canning jar.
I wonder if she realizes that E misses little of what is going on in her realm?
I think we need to dry some of these partying folks out, get them on to boats and ship them out to the Triton and the women of Mudjimba.
Heather Blakey July 12th 2008
Enchanteur at one of the portals to Rainbow Beach
Guiding pilgrims who come
guiding them to the creative light
Reminding them of gold within the dark.
Heather Blakey July 10th 2008
Everyone at Rainbow Beach is talking about the summer tourists who have been arriving. It is the talk of the town. Will this lot venture over to the Triton’s Lair, to Mudgimba and up the Kerith to the volcano? Will they become captive in time and spend their days lounging on Rainbow Beach drinking margaritas or will they end up working for the woman who runs the side shows at the Marina? Time will tell.
Heather Blakey July 8th 2008
Riding the sand dunes of
Rainbow Beach
Untamed! Free! Wild!
Undiluted exhilaration.
Heather Blakey July 7th 2008
Mermaids playing at Rainbow Beach
You can join them!
And meet the Triton
If you dare!
Heather Blakey July 2008
Jingle Hungerford
All sorts of people are back for the summer, gathering at Rainbow Beach.
Heather Blakey July 4th 2008
Jingle knows that E is not to be messed with when she transforms from the mild mannered, fun loving gal into a formidable Enchantress.
When she transforms anything can happen, and it usually does.
These two go right back to Amazonian days and have many tales to tell.
Heather Blakey July 10th 2008
Crow – Heather Blakey May 2008
As I sat on the charred log black wings swept across in front of me and crow descended. As we sat, side by side, she told me the the story of Roses Gully and how, long ago, an emu, named Tchingal chased her across the land from the Mallee. Crow hid but the enraged Tchingal struck at the mountain with her foot, splitting it in two and forming Roses Gap.
Crow explained that the road I was on follows the foot of sandstone ramparts which form the northern escarpment of the Mt Difficult range, that this was the route the immigrant Chinese used to reach the Victorian Gold fields. She told me how she had seen the Chinese walk the road after disembarking at Robe in South Australia, watched as the troopers set up camp to intercept them.
She went on to share that there was once a huge inland sea here, told me how this region became a garden for the indigenous people who came long after the old Lemurians had been swallowed by the cataclysmic events.
I looked at the escarpment and pondered on the difficulties I had encountered, sensed that within this escarpment I would find answers and a sense of direction.
Crow promised to stay with me as I travelled and to act as a guide.
I clambered through the portal, turned to see a new and exciting vista before me. This must be the mythical land of Enchanteur. Mt Difficult rises before me and the land sings, greeting me. I wrap the cloak of silence around myself and drink in the air, sit quietly just watching, waiting for any guides to appear. There is no sign of Enchanteur, the land seems empty, but wait, what is this bag beside me….?
Hermit Crabs are known for their mobility, love of the dark, understanding of the need for change, love of freedom and ability to live anywhere, to survive through the decades. This member of the Hermit Crab clan has found her way to the hot springs and is spending some time soaking and dreaming. Now could be the time to slip in to the hot springs yourself and share some time with this creature who has such a colourful history.
Heather Blakey – February 2008
Amazonian Hermit Crab’s act as Gatekeepers at the junction of the Kerith and the Bowan Rivers.
To journey on up the Kerith and towards the Sanctuary of Mnemosyne, through a land governed by the laws of ritual and magic, you must prove yourself in some way. Each traveller will face a unique challenge, complete a very individual, sacred contract, with the Gatekeeper.
Heather Blakey – February 2008
Visit the ancient Hermit Crab who has made her home here in Lemuria and drink from her well of wisdom. After you have shared the wisdom the Hermit Crab will reveal the next part of the journey which takes you further up river.
Heather Blakey – February 08
The path to the springs is busy as younger women carry a literal pharmacopoeia with them. Seeds, pounded and crushed plants tied in bundles, dried hibiscus petals, annatto powder, aloe milk, crushed oyster shells, smartweeds, fiery peppers and a selection of charms.
Heather Blakey – January 2008 – St Leonard’s
Kerith is full of sound and the women, they say, are the source of most of that sound. The women of Kerith have been talking about the people who are coming. They have been waiting and watching to see who will come. They have sat and looked out across the expansive river, watched for boats, looked to see more travellers seeking shelter in their harbour, travellers looking to find the sweet water lagoons. They are waiting to welcome these people to their humble houses which are lined along the estuary. The houses are all modest. Many are made from strips of palm and tied together with tough liana ropes. Some women live in the rooms of the old mission. The women of Kerith do not have money and so they do not know what it is to be ‘poor’ but likewise, they do not know what it is to be ‘rich’. While the spirit of the volcano is happy they are happy. This is what they know. And, because they are older women they know much more… but that is another story.
I left shells, flowers and fruit for the Spirit of the Volcano
and then
Danced the Fire Dance for her.
Heather Blakey – January 2008 – St Leonard’s
When the Spirit of the Volcano dances the Fire Dance all of Lemuria feels the heat.
Heather Blakey – January 2008 – St Leonard’s
Too long we have tarried, best not be harried
We must find the Triton’s lair
and dance by the light of the moon, the moon.
Apologies to Edward Lear
Heather Blakey – January 2008 St Leondard’s
Kerith is dominated by the grand, awe inspiring volcanic mountain, a mountain that is a part of a volcanic group that possibly came in to being millions of years ago when the earth’s crust was being formed and there were lots of internal eruptions. The valleys of Kerith are fertile but if you look at the mountain you can see the ravages on the slopes, reminders of when the old goddess lost her temper, boiled over and scarred the earth. In the valleys trees and shrubs grow close to one another. Causarina, candlenut and kaurie-pines flourish in abundance along with breadfruit, sago plants, oranges, pineapple and sweet banana.
The spirit of the Volcano is the goddess of this area and she is deemed to have power over life and death. The spirit of the volcano is feared because she once erupted in a terrible anger and destroyed many parts of Lemuria. The Kerith stands as a mute reminder of the volcanic potential just below the surface
An old lady sits in her wheelbarrow, on a pathway leading to the volcano, telling stories about Kerith. She offers to teach how to dive and fish, to show where the seahorses spawn, where the oysters sluice the freshness of the tides. She warns visitors that they need to be careful not to anger the goddess, that they must not continue on the path empty handed. Locals have always been careful not to anger the old matriach. They take shells and flowers to her and when the moon is full, women, dressed in indigo blue, dance the holy dance of the masks. This dance is a fertility dance. As the women dance enormous bells ring out and the sound of bamboo percussion instruments can be heard echoing throughout the valleys. Long ago this dance represented the victory of light over darkness and for many this is still what it means.
After the dance is complete a procession weaves its way to the entrance of the volcano. At first it is quiet but then the sound of hammering fills the air. As the procession moves forward the sound gets louder and the heat is intense. It is as though everyone is listening to the heartbeat of creation?
Women of Kerith
Heather Blakey January 18th 2008
The village of Kerith lies on the edge of the Kerith river, fifty kilometres upstream. This region is surrounded by tropical jungle and is home to the Kerith Volcano. Divided by a mountain chain this volcanic region of Lemuria is populated by groups with their own customs and traditions.
Kerith provides a base for many travellers and is the home of the famous singing birds. Nearby mango forests are home for fruit eating bats. While you are in Kerith you will have time to explore the bazaars and shops where uniquely designed hand-woven textiles can be found.
Women from the village will take you to see the mysterious and dramatic three coloured lakes and to the sanctuary of the goddess and keeper of the volcano. The three lakes, set in deep craters at a height of 1,600 m side by side, have all different colors or shades of blue and green. These lakes are separated by low ridges and are filled with three distinctly different colors of water.
You will cross a lake and meet with the goddess and keeper of the volcano who will teach you something about regeneration and how beautiful things are created and start to grow anew amid destruction.
It is your responsibility to find a way to share your encounter with the keeper of the volcano and further her teachings.
Some of E’s naughty wenches have been snared by the Triton and are in a very special fish bowl.
Now they are fated to amuse the Triton.
Will E rescue them or will she take off on her holiday and leave them to their own devices?
Heather Blakey – January 18 2008
E is wondering IF she mentioned the ball at the Triton’s Lair.
Ah well! More rum and coke for her and the naval captain.
An ecclectic crowd is bound to arrive when word gets out that E is providing an orchestra and plenty of food and drink for everyone.
Heather Blakey – January 15th 2008
It is pure heaven to morph and swim in the waters of Mudjimba. I am sure the Triton will welcome me to his watery kingdom and find a place for me in his Palace for a few days.
Heather Blakey January 14th 2008
Shell Communications and a murder of crows keep le Enchanteur informed of ALL activities within Lemuria.
She is watching YOU! But who is keeping an eye on her?
Heather Blakey – January 12th 2008
Out in the deep waters, near Mudjimba, a solitary mermaid plays a soothing song, calling travellers, urging them to come and spend time with her in her pearly shell before they journey on to the palace of the Triton.
Heather Blakey January 11th 2008
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