Recently I was teaching a mini-workshop on the significance of the star cluster Pleiades for tribal peoples in many parts of the world <https://www.facebook.com/louise.gilmore.meditation> March 24. Because the city lights are too bright, it was not possible to see Pleiades from where we were, so we relied on an image projected onto the wall of a darkened room.
But just two weeks later I was sitting by Lake Mungo, an ancient site in the arid region of western New South Wales, gazing at the same star cluster, even though that sky too was filled with light.
The original inhabitants had to deal with severe climate change, but elders of the three tribes connected with Mungo are still custodians.
They say that the human remains found here came from the Dreamtime (science says 42,000 years ago) and the Ancestors decided that this was the right time to let visiting scientists find them, by guiding the wind to uncover them.
This is a place with real presence. The wind speaks. The Milky Way sings its nightly journey across the sky. The sand moves, both hiding and revealing the remains of the ancient ones, their tools, middens and even their footprints.
There is a sense of calm and timeless patience. Tens of thousands of years are perfect for the unfolding of this powerful place.
The power is tangible. Those who are drawn to Mungo uncover it in their own way. The land speaks to those who listen.
First, standing on the exquisite 'lunette' - the crescent moon-shaped line of sand dunes sculpted into fantastical shapes by the persistent westerly wind - we faced West and were presented with a sunset to remember.
Next, turning East, we saw the full Moon rise past the nearest dune. Shadows grew longer among the crevices and sand gullies, although the sky was still blue.
With nightfall, the clouds cleared and the dazzling moonlight made shadow pictures of it's own.
Tfhe Moon outshone and faded the stars. I wished that there was some way that I could see them too - I wanted it all!
We turned West again for a last glimpse of the Sun.
The Moon was behind us and between them they created too much light in the sky for us to see the stars. Then as the Sun vanished, the Moon claimed the night.
The Moon rose higher and the shadow of Earth crept across her face until she was transformed into the Blood Moon - like a red and faintly green lantern, glowing gently as though from within. Her light was dimmed until it was hardly there. Our wish for stars was realised.
The Milky Way grew clearer with all its uncountable millions of sparkling lights.
And, thank you Ancestors and creators of omens, when we faced West for the last time...
...the beautiful cluster of the Pleiades, usually seen only from the corner of your eye, and known since the Dreaming as the Seven Sisters, was following the Sun in its plunge behind the horizon.
< PS: NASA took this last photo.