Uluru Almost

 Well before we move onto Uluru I want to show some photos of the aboriginal cultural experience we did in Karake, near Kings Creek.  We have seen many aboriginal people in Alice Springs and they are definitely a world heritage people like the San in Africa, truly hunter gatherers.  Some of the more down trodden individuals look like they have time traveled to the 21 century from prehistoric times.  I haven’t taken any pictures of those individuals because they don’t really appreciate it.  They were given secrets from theirGods and they keep those secrets as part of their sacred knowledge. Sometimes in the sacred sites they withhold the info on what the stories connected to them are about.  Their power is held in the secrets.  There is a book that a early pioneer named Strehlow wrote that is out of print and is withheld from being republish by aborigines until 2044. What is strange is I downloaded it on internet.  It is called “Songs of Central Australia” and if you see it in a used bookstore it is worth 4000 $ so it might be a good buy.  

https://amp.abc.net.au/article/102075212

This is an article about some of the current problems.  

Anyhow not enough can be said about the rites. 

These are some necklaces made by natives of the area.

Using a mortar to crush grain. They make a kind of granola bar of theses grains.

Here are some of the tools for hunting. Here they don’t use the returning boomerang, those are only used on the coasts.  As well as the digerido. These are made from hard acacia wood and can break bones when thrown at a prey.
Yves about to eat a wichety grub.  You grab it by the head and gobble it down.
Special herbs to smoke a place or individual to purify it. Kind of like sage in the American Plains .

Here is a adver for Ulluru. I have my head net ready.

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