Of all my travels the journies into the ancient lands have been the most indelible on the soul. Great pyramids of Giza (Egypt), Machu Pichu (Peru), Stone Circles (Ireland), Angkor Wat (Cambodia), Borobudur (Indonesia), Ajunta and Ellora Caves (India), Chichen Itza (Mexico), Tiwanaku (Bolivia), Mayan Temples (Guatemala, Mexico, Honduras, El Salvador, Belize), and of course my homeland of the Aborigines of which I am a descendant. My bio-gran being half aboriginal. Our mob from Tasmania, Flinders island. Our mob traces back to the chief Mannalargenna. Of which I knew nothing of till my gypsy grandfather who ran the circus and side-shows of Australia (my family still does today) died and the book of our family's secrets came to light. I remember I had just ridden a black stallion across the Egyptian pyramids at dawn when I got the call he had passed. He’s buried in an urn made by my Khemit fam in Cairo.

Each journey a small piece of a mysterious puzzle picked up along each path that I carry with me. Most of you are well aware of the painful wrongness of timelines and meanings presented by gov paid-for-play archaeologist who have attempted to rewrite our history… the ancients were far more advanced in all areas of lifestyle and expression than we give credit for, or have an understanding of. ‘There Are More Things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio’. Timelines and methods of explaining these wonders are consistently wrongly published to protect/defend archaic thinking on behalf of the archaeologists. We are living in cardboard boxes compared to them and very little, if anything at all, will remain of our reign in a 1000 years to come. Dust to dust.

What will remain of you when you remove your house, items of status, belonging to careers/clubs, and other useless but modern-day 'necessaries'? Do we even know what we need any more? What we stand for? Who we are as a collective? I believe its all coming back. Shit has to get worse before it gets better. Chaos theory in play.

We have to question what all this faster, cheaper, more, ideology has provided? Seas of plastic and pollution, soulless/mindless agents of mass consumption, a more connected but ultimately lonely globe of people who feel disconnected to the source.

What started out as pure curiosity became more about seeking a modern answer through an ancient lens. Only to come away defeated. Feeling let down by 'modern' society which seemed more and more savage and basic by comparison. The ancients lived extraordinarily beyond our current use of lifeforce and cosmic energies. We show all the signs of a post-apocalyptic society filled with bottom-feeding survival mechanisms at the core of large swaths of our civilization. The few remembering as the spreading majority consume the earth.

The ancients followed the rhythm of the earth, dancing to the beat of the stars- creating a deep understanding of essence vs function. They used tools, and were not made slaves to them. The mechanical clock didn't come into play until the Renaissance period. And has stood in tyranny ever since, dictating place and purpose with its outstretched arms creating invisible prisons.

We've killed off and forgotten the medicine woman, the goddess, the myths and legends worth keeping in our hearts. Instead, we keep up with the Kardashians.

We travel for self-indulgent instagram pictures. Immediately uploaded and checked to see how many likes/comments from home. Hardly aware how silly we look taking repetitious images in front of structures we line up for hours to see. No cultural or deep engagement. Travel for most is indeed shallow and reflective of the hallow experience seeded in pure vanity.

The english language was designed to satisfy a new industrial era. Like the bible it has gone through many versions. It is not satisfactory to reach the vibrations of the ancient truths. We have lost a great many precious things. Modern society has disappointed us. The idols have faded and we no longer sheepishly follow the broken societal rules. We have to go deep inside and remember what they actively make us forget. We have the same internal compass that allows a loggerhead turtle to come home to nest in the same spot she was born at after 7 years at sea. We forgot how to use it.

Life is a pac-man hero’s journey across the ancient trails to remember who we are. Why we came here…