Holding Back and Stepping Forward:Magic and Marked Rocks
By Steven & Evan Strong
There are now well over 200 Original rocks in our collection. They address so many insights and themes and there is no way we have come close to fully itemising this ancient agenda. Despite our failings, we are confident that communication, First Language, geometry, magic, star maps, geography, lines of latitude, mathematics, sacred places and numbers are some areas of interest that have been engraved into these rocks. Of equal importance, and an area much easier to come to grips with, is the amazing variety of technological devices and tools that created the shapes and marks on these rocks. What we see on these rocks is far too advanced to fit into every conventional understanding of human pre-history.
The next five rocks to be discussed, for all intents and purposes, are no different than the forty odd already examined. However, in one respect they stand apart, none before have been as obstinate or less candid in revealing their story and purpose. Up until recently we have kept our radar on the technology, lines, angles and assorted features and avoided any talk of what the marks mean and the powers residing within some of these sacred testimonials in rock. It is our belief that these five rocks belong to the same general category as the cylcon and magic rocks, which have been more than accommodating, but not this mob. They took so much time and considerable patience before finally drip-feeding their story. So great was the initial resistance, I was ready to surrender to their contrary secretive nature and put them back in our ‘hiding-place’ in the bush and select some more compliant candidates.
My semi-apologies for straying somewhat from the straight and narrow when humanising pieces of silica, we seem to be implying that these inanimate objects lacking in a cortex or skeleton have some form of consciousness. And of course, we aren’t … and we are.
A Question From an Elder
Quite recently Rob Williams (Githubal Elder) asked a somewhat casual question about the rocks that has never been raised before and I was totally unprepared. The answer I gave was although correct, incomplete. How I read these rocks and seek out information, clues, similarities and new designs is a fair call, but is still an evolving process. What I did offer was adequate at the present stage of proceedings, but I’m afraid this is where it gets decidedly less scientific and a lot more intuitive. Can we suggest for any who crave a purely scientific approach to every problem, read no more, walk away and return for our next article as this one is now firmly set into a mystical framework.
Of course, the eyes and ‘normal’ senses have a sizable part to play, but it doesn’t end there. I told Rob that comparisons to earlier rocks, close examination and patience are essential tools of the trade, and up until recently this was where most of our investigations were focused. However, the introduction of cylcons and magic rocks called for new methods and realities which cannot be found in a laboratory or clip-board. I also told Rob that each new set of rocks chosen were first examined without pen or paper and time was used to acclimatise to new marks, angles, techniques and extensions.
So far nice and easy, but the mystical rocks are less conciliatory when using empirical approaches and need to be accepted on their terms. So to that end, time spent with each rock in hand, in silence with no intentions is obligatory. I don’t know how else to put this other than I let go of the mind’s chatter and leave everything on hold. Yes it is so subjective and utterly unconventional, but a ruler, set square or machines with needles just don’t ‘cut the mustard’ when trying to assess whether the Original claims associated with “magic rocks” and cylcons are realistic. Our methodology with these special rocks is simple, use all the science employed earlier, observe features, compare previous information and then try and do something that was developed to a fine art before the white sails appeared on the horizon, listen to the rocks and wait on their input and ancient wisdom.
Before lambasting this as nonsensical and an unprofessional personal crusade, up until now this radical redirection of focus has worked with some degree of ease. Our previous articles on rocks of this category has been scientific and moderate, needles on aps have spun, as have dowsing rods and crystals, and throughout our investigations it felt like an easy flow between flesh and silica.
Not this time, I spent close to two weeks in a casual relationship, which was on the main very distant. On more than one occasion I had given up on this group and was seriously considering replacing all five with the next in line, but that would be giving in to their stubborn disposition. All five of these rocks came so close to fitting into existing categories, but there was always something about them that refused to conform.
One Original rock already identified as a cylcon is undeniably legitimate yet unlike the others in nearly every way, another rock is somewhat reminiscent of the amazing Ros’ Rock 28, but it is tidier with a cleaner veneer and smoother surface. There is one fascinating rock clearly marking identifiable constellations, which is merely par for the course, however, none before had a star map with margins and lines cutting it into one defined section. Two of these rocks have been extensively marked through cutting into the top veneer. Again this is such a common practise seen in so many rocks in this ensemble, and we have seen over one hundred rocks of this genre, nevertheless these two rocks have styles of engraving that are unique.
The Cylcon Instruction Handbook
To be honest, if this rock had not been sourced from the same location as the major storage point for cylcons and authenticated as one of that kind, we would have placed it in our ‘magic rocks’ group, but would never have been that specific. Nonetheless, it certainly is a cylcon and the closest decidedly unflattering description, which is found in the only scientific paper on these types of mystical rocks, is that of a ‘dumpy.’
Unlike all of the twenty one cylcons in our collection, there is no tapered point for the energy to exit through, nor is the manner it must be held to activate and engage immediately apparent. It is the longest, widest and heaviest rock in the ensemble, and such is the weight of this artefact, whenever I fully extended my right arm with the rock in hand, it didn’t more than ten seconds before my shoulder would start to ache. After trying this a few times, I noticed that painful reaction no longer faded after easing up. I had actually hurt my shoulder trying to find the correct grip, and full extension was now off the list.
Normally a pain in the right shoulder like this would be gone in a day or two, but that night I was playing in a singles/doubles tennis competition and the idea of serving for four sets took on a new threatening dimension. The solution was there in front of me, but in the wrong hand. Call it my intuition, or more likely something initiated by the offending rock, but whatever the inspiration I now had this strong conviction that if I held it in the left hand, that would satisfy the rock and this action would provide immediate relief to my right shoulder.
What an absolutely absurd notion! Where is God’s name did we get such a ridiculous idea? By the time I put the rock down, the pain was gone and that night I played four sets and never felt any discomfort in the shoulder or anywhere else. This could be due to the power of the mind, placebo effect or due to the actions of the rock. All I know is from that point on the rock and right hand will never touch.
It’s Just too big and Awkward
This cylcom measures 17 cms in height, 10 cms in width and is 2.5 cms thick, but the real and present issue relates to its weight (1.2 kgs). The reality is that the existence of this rock contradicts an elemental tenet of all hunter-gatherer societies: mobility. It is literally too heavy to carry with ease for long distances in one hand or bag. Every other cylcon we have seen is much lighter and smaller, thus easy to carry. Cylcons are meant to be functional and easy to transport, this fails miserably in that respect.
Upon reflection, it seems to us that this rock was stored at one sacred site and used solely there or used in the same mobile fashion as the others. It would appear that it was designed for a bigger hand and body. My fingers sit on the bottom plate alone, none curl around the edge and extend on to the upper face as every other sacred rock that is held in the hand does, this is unique and deserves serious consideration. Could this cylcon belong to the taller people the Original Custodians insist were also in this continent? Reputedly about three metres in stature, such a heavy, awkward object when held in my hands takes on a different complexion and comfort level if held in the hands of a being twice my height.
First time Around
More needs to be done, and we certainly need to seek out the counsel of an Original Elder, but for now a very brief preliminary overview is as far as we can progress at the present stage of proceedings.
Held in the left hand, there are some discreet finger notches available and once correctly positioned the central line runs down the middle of the arm in one direction and also forms a one hundred and eighty degree ‘crosshair’ that points into the sky when held aloft. That line, the only marking on the top veneer of chert, is incredibly fine, straight, even in pressure applied and consistent in depth. As is the case in 99% of the marked rocks at our disposal, this line was cut into the upper layer of chert, most likely while it was cooling. Could it be that at a certain time of the year, at a particular location, when held in the correct manner accompanied by the right song, this line points directly to one constellation that has absolute relevance to all Original people? If this cylcon has astronomical overtones and/or belonged to giants, then it is yet another national treasure long forgotten.
Apart from the dominant clean line that runs diagonally 12 cms across the main face, there are two thicker cruder lines that intersect near the end of the main line’s journey. Measuring 5 and 7 cms, they are marginally ‘straightish’ with the blade or device used being twice as thick and deliberately in contrast to the precision of the leading line. The only other marking that may be intentional, and there is a marginal doubt due to what seems to be a random impact point alongside, are what could be five pecks that may mark out a star-system.
Of less doubt, in fact none whatsoever, is the existence of multiple layers of rock that were attached, most probably through intensive heat, to the base rock. We have many other clear examples of multiple layering, and this rock is easily as clear-cut in validating that such an extremely advanced form of manufacturing was being applied thousands of years ago in Australia. The lip of the top face is curved and shows the edge of each thin veneer melted onto the base rock. Clearly visible is a thin chocolate brown crust on top of a light cream layer, with another tier of brown beneath. That creamier coat is what is revealed when the blade runs across the top.
All of this, even with these interesting diversions, is merely more of the same, but not so the island/mound measuring 3 cms by 3 cms. What we have here is utterly unique and unknown to us. First up the black, pocked outcrop is definitely not local, but was imported, placed then stuck onto the smooth brown surface below. What is equally evident is that originally this addition was also coated with the same chocolate brown coat, as the highest point of the small mound still retains a fine crust of the same chocolate brown found on the rest of the rock. Outside this small mound, the rest of the side is perfectly level with a glass-like sheen.
The mound sits beneath the fine lines termination point, and what was a personal revelation, is that once I placed my thumb on this rougher high point, my left-hand grip improved even more so. If any more proof was needed in regards to its unusual left-hand status, this confirmed the rare nature of this giant cylcon.
As is our custom when investigating, it is always misplaced advanced technology first, and there is plenty of it on and in this rock. There is a base rock and no less than 1,700 degrees Celsius was reached when melting on thin layers of rock enclosing the bigger rock, while still in a semi-molten state at least one line of celestial destination was cut into the top coat. This narrative is clear and concise in cut, but alas, there is another fictional account of Australia before the war, where Original people had a tool-kit consisting of rocks, sticks and bones. Obviously one of these versions is a lie.
Pushing the Boundaries
Before passing a verdict and choosing sides, our physical examination of the patient may well be complete, but we did warn the reader we fully intend to dabble in the other side. For the spiritually squeamish can we suggest skipping the next two paragraphs and re-joining us at the beginning of our analysis of the next sacred rock.
Part of the contact established with this rock is in its early days, but it has given up some of its identity. When held, I do get a real reaction and contact and there is no-one on this planet that could convince me otherwise, nevertheless, everything here is subjective and, as always, when relying on anecdotal evidence it is a 50/50 call. The hedging of bets makes no difference, when the rock is held precisely as required, it is so easy to hold, but only that way. It feels semi-weightless, makes you breathe slower and there is a pleasant sort of soft ringing in my head all supplemented by an absolute conviction the rock is responsible.
As ‘un-emperical’ and laboratory unfriendly as this report into the interaction between silica and skin may seem, it gets worse. Every time I put the rock in my right hand it reacted, no other way of putting this, the rock made it clear I was causing it distress, and when I persevered it punished me for not listening. Finally, and this is where we really are dancing in the dark, I listened to rock’s plea and put it in my left hand. As that happens, the pain in my right shoulder goes away and I am left to ponder over the consequences and rock’s contribution. Since then, I am absolutely sure when sitting quietly with the rock in left hand other thoughts have come my way. But that’s another story.
Shades of Half a Dozen Other Rocks
This rock is a mixture of quite a few other rocks, but never quite the same. As to whether this rock is also endowed with mystical properties, we cannot be as emphatic as we are with the first rock, but it does get very close to definitely.
There are no less than seven sides on this rock. As much as that approximation may sound like a less than a ringing endorsement for our science, one glance at this rock and its seemingly discordant melange of edges, lines, ridges, variety of cut lines and width and juxtaposition of opposing faces and alignments, leaves proclaiming any certainty a risky venture.
The ridges are of immediate interest. Without doubt the similarities between Ros’ Rock 10, which has six clearly identified raised ridges of silicon, and this rock readily come to mind. Obviously they are not quite as clear and clean in production, nor are they as straight, nevertheless, there are quite a few raised reliefs and some circumnavigate the entire rock. The appearance of these ridges amongst a variety of cut lines, some of which run over them, dismisses natural causes. This is indicative of two different processes in competition, and cannot be due to natural causes, as we have reliefs that are never quite precise yet the cut lines are razor sharp and very straight.
Such is the adherence to the highest geometric principles, there are three lines running parallel to each other at 180 degrees vertical, and not only are they adjacent the spacing between each of the three lines is exactly a constant 15 mms. On the face above, every sharp cut line is set on a diagonal none of which exceeds 45 degrees. In keeping with this tradition of setting new boundaries past every corner, the adjacent side is totally lacking in long straight sharp lines. Not one continuous line exceeds 1.5 cms in length, some are just 1 mm long, and none are close to straight, diagonal or set on any consistent track.
This rock is big enough and should have a grip-station, at the very least a piece of surface scrubbed away for the thumb to rest upon. That certainly is the case here, there is a large exposed piece where the cream base rock is exposed and takes the thumb comfortably, but there is no edge or lip to point and nor are there notches for the finger. The fingers point upwards and rest against the bottom half of one face that carries yet another distinctive style of marking.
It took some time before an image of Ros’ Rock 3 bubbled to the surface while trying to find any rock that matched. Victorian Elder and Law Man, Brendan Murray, held the a special star rock, Ros’ Rock 3, and after some time in connection and silence handed it back and told me that this rock is used when in mediation and deep reflection and therefore, when the fingers are locked on, no words can be spoken until release. Very simply, it is not to be pointed or aimed without, but within. The fingers, both in this larger version and Ros Rock 3, are wrapped on top of a variety of irregular faces. And that was yet another trait both rocks also shared, an exact tally of the sides and edges on Ros’ Rock 3 is no less demanding and still an inexact science open to recount.
However, as much as the third rock in this series has many similarities, it is much smaller, delicate and cleaner, while Ros Rock 28 is much closer in shape, weight and irregularity. The rock under investigation is very much a smoothed off and far more delicate version, and is most likely much younger. Those differences aside, if we were to classify this rock it probably has more in common with this bigger older sacred rock than the smaller meditation rock that so attracted Brendan. However, it is a tenuous claim, no rock in the collection has an artificial crown that acts as peak when the rock stands in its tallest arrangement. Deliberately conspicuous, this 2 cm raised spherical ridge is surrounded by the largest, and only expanse of unmarked clean surface. What is evident throughout is technology above and temperatures within that is modern and recent by today’s standards.
So what is it? There is no functional purpose apparent, but even when comparing to our large reservoir of magic rocks and cylcons we get a mix of this and that. Despite the disparity, it is important to note the comparisons made are to rocks of two categories, primarily the magic and cylcon rocks, and gives credence to our belief this rock is part of mystical package.
Three Paragraph Esoteric Alert
Three-dimensional formalities dispensed with, it is now time to stray off the straight and narrow and run with my intuition and allow the rock time to state its case. Of the five, this one has been the least revealing and wilful, and I sometimes wonder if this is my fault. This rock, as a standout technological anomaly has few equals, the complexity and intricacy of markings, shapes, imprints, ridging and subtlety demands to be acknowledged. It has been with us for some time and more than once was nearly chosen, but on three occasions I can remember it went back into the bush and continued in its banishment into anonymity. Finding the prescribed manner to be held is a huge step forward when beginning at zero, and this basic opening gambit has been the longest and most protracted yet, and more time will be needed to cement relations.
Allowing me access to the grip, places me at heaven’s door and I wish I could say more. This time around I will not say my breathing or demeanour altered, that did not happen and as yet I have no physical reaction to report in, just an all-pervading suspicion this is a work in progress, and with equal amounts of perseverance and humility, will develop. And that’s it. The rock has been close by for over three weeks and many hours up close and personal, and all it has given me are the keys to the front door, and I still don’t know where the key-hole is located.
At least the next rock is far less cryptic and leaves no doubt that its narrative is entirely centred on distant galaxies and the intimate relationship between the Earth and stars above.
It’s Always the Same Star-System
This rock has a coat that we have not seen before. The very coarse grain of itself has no precedent. Until now, every rock showing evidence of a base rock with veneers of overlay is always chocolate brown chert/silicate and of a very fine grain. This is not close to fine, in fact the orange-brown coarse grain with tinges of black, that forms a thin upper coat, is unique in colour and large grain size and it is obvious that if lacking in silica, this rock has no comparison and a different purpose to all others we are familiar.
I certainly did pick up perplexing selection, and the third rock is at best a blank slate with unfamiliar persona. My first observation, was a little off-course, but those little labels on the back kept reappearing, and so many had a University identity and catalogue number. Yet here they are on the open-market subject to the highest bid and nothing else counts in deciding who is worthy of ownership. The rock is acknowledged by the academics involved to be a precise constellation map of Orion and the Pleiades, with every star plotted and exactly charted into two separate arrangements of what we first thought were 21 pecks. It is a star map/chart of the most important celestial arrival that took place in Original history chronicled in Dreaming Stories which span every centimetre of the continent: The Seven Sisters. And it was on the open market when it should never have left its home country.
After being spoilt by so many rocks full of exact shapes, straight lines and fine patterning which stand out, there have been pecks like these on quite a few rocks, but we have always regarded pecks as undeniable parts of this ancient language, while at the same time having a lesser regard for a cruder script. Being somewhat impressed by the advanced technology used on so many other rocks, I was originally a touch disappointed that such a prominent chapter in the Original evolution was presented with less delicacy and sophistication. With such a stunning track record in our custodianship, my expectation was that this double-constellation chart should have the full set of ‘bells and whistles’ with fine cut lines, imprints, perhaps a four-sided pyramid like Ros’ Rock 8 or maybe something like the amazing Capital A on Ros’ Rock 2. But, it would seem that on this rock all that was required was a reasonably hard pointed rock acting something like a hole-punch, struck from above by a hammerstone that could have been picked up in the bush.
Then, in subtracting another level in regression, the 21 pecks are not as clean, precise or uniform as others. In fact, this is as irregular in shape, diameter and execution as we have seen. The two lines of pecks that seal off the top and bottom of the star chart are not quite straight, not completely continuous and point in different directions. If the pecks in these lines were the same width that may have created a façade of precision, but what only adds to the general feel of disarray and cruder implements, is that the lines have four widths and quite a few gaps. The problem was, I was looking with my white-fella eyes and once blinded by first impressions was unable to focus on what lay in and around each peck.
Nearly every peck mark found on many of the rocks we are supervising has a sharp point of penetration, something like a pin-prick still remaining at the centre of the hole. Next up as one, or maybe two punches could have been used when working the other rocks, there is a fairly constant repetition of those two diameters and size of circular imprint. Not here, nothing like it, we can’t find one centre-point or common shape. Over than half the marks are more rectangular than resembling a circle, there are some squares, triangles and when it comes to pecks that can be truly claimed to be a circle, our count is a generous tally of seven. Again, first impressions of this dishevelled assemblage were less than flattering.
Despite my initial misgivings and disappointment, the rock and I kept company and after some time spent a considerable distance apart, I looked a little closer with full sunlight and a magnifying glass to assist in going to the heart of the matter. In each of the 21 holes there was no point of puncture or fracture, and as all pecks are different in shape, width and depth any application of a standardised hole punch, whether stone or metal, can be ruled out.
Although not silica, this rock has a top coat and beneath the base is a much lighter colour, somewhat like a light orange with tinge of red, the coat was ruptured 21 times and we feel the device responsible is not a punch, chisel, metal or stone blade, but something far more advanced. It really looks like the holes were ‘mini-blasted,’ by either laser, high frequency sound or maybe a highly reactive acidic solution. As far-fetched as this may sound, it is in keeping with what now remains on this astronomical stone tablet.
Stone Astronomical Tablet, Cylcon or Both?
The first part is easy, the experts have already agreed that this tablet is a map of two star-systems. No less under question, is ample evidence of advanced technology, but where is the magic? The University label with the number 48 is six off 42 and of itself no help in seeking out the Divine, pointing to the heavens can give a general flavour, but that is not enough as evidence of something arcane is required.
Fortunately, we do have the first rock as a comparison, which has the label ‘magic’ and ticks off all the main pointers in an occult checklist. The ‘dumpy’ cylcon is 17 cms by 10 cms, in what is certainly not a coincidence the star map is exactly the same numbers and dimensions. The magic rock is unlike any rock we had seen until this juncture, in that only one side is marked, that exclusivity no longer applies as the star-rock is also unmarked on every side bar one. The smoother brown rock has an artificial top coat melted onto the base rock, as does the astronomical tablet. Both rocks have two crude less precise lines running across the main face on a diagonal alignment. The chances are extremely high that the two roughly pecked lines point directly to both star-systems at specific times of the year, while the main fine line on the accredited magic rock may also be aimed at the night sky. Especially since the five peck marks on the dumpy rock are most likely star points.
In what only cements the trail of similarities between rocks, the shape of the star tablet is very close to identical to that of the magic rock. Now some may respond by putting all of these cross-overs down to random events and simply a matter of a chance, but this rock also weighs 1.2 kilograms to the gram, and so does the magic rock. So what we are seeing here, not sensing or channelling, are seven physical features both rocks share with each other. The hard evidence alone, before any attempt is made to unravel the mystical potential of the star tablet through any personal introspective quest, stands united to awarding the same ‘magic’ classification to both rocks.
As to what relationship I have managed to forge with this rock, the answer is simple, none whatsoever, and that blank wall will remain for the foreseeable future. What needs to be understood is that our Original tutor, Karno, has an allegiance to lands found within a confederation he calls Southern Law. Outside that boundary he has no rights or relationship, same rules apply to us. About a year ago Michael Tellinger and his partner Louise were in Anungu land and found an artificially marked rock, knowing of our research into marked rocks they kindly gave it to us. Alas, it came from non-Southern Law territory and as much as we appreciated the gesture, we had to return the rock to the rightful owners and have nothing to do with this sacred treasure. The same game-plan works here, this rock is nothing like anything else in the collection and has the same red tinge (strongly suggestive of iron ore) as the rock we could not keep. As such, it is best we keep a discrete distance until this rock returns home.
However, that is not to say the star map has not been held, admired and rumblings from within have been sensed, but we have reached an agreement with the star tablet to leave our liaison at the introductory level, for now. I have no doubt that if I persevered as I did with the first rock more would eventuate, but until in company with Elders from home-base, discretion and patience is the only sensible path available.
Back on country, dealing with a heavily marked and oddly shaped rock places us in very familiar territory. The thin coat of chocolate brown silicon, hundreds of separate cut lines and fascinating arrangement of shapes and angles is a comfortable road we have been down so many times. However, as much as this rock has been held and scrutinised, it still has corners and secrets unknown.
Nine Sides, Hundreds of Lines and Plenty of Questions
This one is very much a pocket-dynamo, markedly smaller, lighter and less imposing than the three rocks already discussed, it is very much a case of revisiting familiar territory, but with quite a few intriguing nooks and crannies. To call this rock oddly shaped is a huge understatement, six of the sides can take the weight of the rock when used as the base and others seem to serve no purpose except to protrude. None of the nine faces resemble any geometry, the closest entrant is a distorted curved triangle. Despite the oblique setting there are five sides that have flat surfaces and have been extensively worked.
Not only is there a lot of cutting of all manner of markings, there is a stark contrast between the main side and the minor players. Unlike two of the previous entrants, there is no blank canvas here, but marks aplenty and with the exception of the premier face it all looks a bit chaotic. There are lots of spidery lines which Archie Fire Lame Deer refers to as “spirit writing.” Others less informed and far more cynical may prefer an explanation that mentions natural random marks caused by the elements and abrasion. Of course, the yearning for non-human involvement is cut short by the display of 50 odd straight lines, precise points of intersection and incredibly heavy traffic on the main face that has seen sections of the base rock completely exposed. The surface on this side has been cut and marked on many occasions over a long period of time. The face is perfectly flat, 180 degrees level and being the largest and most marked, we have assumed this is the main passage in a message that is there in front of our eyes, but so far away.
Why eight sides maintain a scratchy jagged posture will never be resolved, but it is part of the greater design of this narrative. There is one sharp clean straight line on the main side that runs for 15 mms on the main face, but once curling around the edge and continuing on to the next side, it breaks ranks and becomes jagged straying from the straight and narrow.
This rock has by proportion the largest thumb resting position of any rock yet seen. A large slab was removed to accommodate the thumb from nail tip to the first join, never before has there been a more complete or snugger fit. By our estimate close to 20% of the original rock was removed in constructing this thumb-hold. What only adds to the mystery, is that the rock will only accept the left thumb, this is the second rock designed for the left hand and this alone adds to its significance enormously.
Measuring at its widest points 7 cms x 3 cms, unassuming in its stature and modest in presence, this another example of how first impressions can be so misleading. The rock was formed, heated, veneered, cut and shaped in preparation to be held in the left hand, and then what?
A Brief Walk on the Other Side
I write, play tennis, cricket, catch and favour using my right-hand on every occasion. Apart from throwing the ball in the air when serving, my left hand and arm have had an easy life primarily hanging around and taking in the scenery with little effort required outside spectating. Perhaps this is merely an excuse covering up my spiritual inadequacies, but I have trouble placing the rock on my left thumb even when it is obviously so well positioned and crafted.
Whatever the imperfection, from this sacred rock there is no contact past the mundane, we are on different pages. My esoteric batting average has taken another tumble, however the last rock provides partial redemption as there definitely has been a relationship formed, but I am not so sure it will be long-term and continue past this report. In fact, I am sure our time together will cease after today.
The ‘Ugly’ Cylcon
This rock will get a very brief empirical ‘once-over,’ but this time is different, it can wait. Yes my mystical radar has been on malfunction twice over, but not this time. Holding the ‘rocket’ cylcon takes you places, utterly positive and affirming the rock resonates wholesome energy that makes it so hard to let go. This “old, ancient archaic stone cylcon” is full of an energy, but I am not convinced that probing deeper is an advisable pursuit. There is something powerful simmering within, ominous and foreboding, it is not quite where I want to go.
I limit my intimate contact to doses of ten to twenty seconds, and even then I have the immediate urge to move and turn the rock while being held. I’m not disposed to let it rest, nothing good will come from it. When I write about individual rocks I bring them inside, and often let them rest by the computer at night until their story is completed. On their own there is no harm in coming inside as a solo act, but this one can stay outside. I strongly sense he has been up to no good and misused in the past by Original mystics who have lost their way and dabbled in negative sorcery. We will keep an eye on this cylcon and store it separately, the power is there, but it has to be cleansed by someone with deeper knowledge in Rock Language. Bad magic here.
Like many cylcons it is a conical cylinder (hence the name cylcons) with a tapering point, normally found at the central position. Not this ancient magic rock, the exit point is clearly skewed off-centre, it is the only cylcon of the cylindrical group that is not balanced. I feel that is why the power within is malevolent and needs to be sung and cleaned, Old Way.
The attached information claiming antiquity is validated by the decayed state of this power rock. Quite a few sections of the shaft have weathered or split away, there are two fracture lines still in motion, so there is more yet to fall. The make of this cream-brown rock is unknown and none of the other rocks we have match, all we can observe is it certainly breaks and cracks into sizeable lumps and has created a very bumpy surface.
Outside acknowledging its mystical credentials, granted with a less than positive complexion, a brief description of the rock and hints of the problems within is sufficient at this point.
The Esoteric Score Sheet
I failed scoring two solid hits out of five, and unfortunately one taking me to a place I refuse to return. I got to first base with one other rock while two refused to have anything to do with me and are holding back. All up, that amounts to a mystical contact score of around 45%, which adds up to a failed exercise when using any white-fella academic criteria. So that was a bad idea according to the report card with grades and positions.
It is indeed a blessing we are no longer beholding to the Invading cultures regimes and impositions, Karno’s ceremony relieved me of those impediments, and when applying Original Old Way rules and protocol, my 45% is scaled upwards and is now a high distinction with honours. Of these five rocks, we are convinced if using science, archaeology, sound observations and psychic intuition, four have been proven to be “magic.” It makes no difference whether anyone other than the Original people of the time believed it to be magic, nor does it matter whether or not the bona fides of that paranormal claim have been substantiated, as our brief is to classify accord to the parameters accorded by the Original keepers of Lore and Law. Arguments over the scientific reality of magic are incidental, our principle goal was to decide whether these rocks belong to the same category as other “magic” rocks recently introduced to the general public.
We are still unsure whether the nine-sided heavily marked left-hand rock belongs to this mystical elite and will wait on further guidance, but in the meantime tend to feel the chances are high and will, for now, place it in the magic category with a provisional certificate.
The General Playing Field
The cylcons, magic and mystical rocks number over twenty and make up over 10% of the total collection. Numbering in the hundreds, the bigger it gets the more reflective of what took place throughout the country. Knowing that spiritual concerns dominated daily life and all stations in between, it should come as no surprise that so many rocks were solely devoted to the paranormal dimensions. The rocks we are reporting on is merely rock solid evidence of a national obsession with the Divine.
These are the facts, all that remains is to decide whether what the Original people of old used these magic rocks for has any truth. Could it be that some rocks can transcend the divide? Is it possible that when I described actual physical effects when holding the only rock that opened up and shared, that the rock was responsible?
If we asked any Original Elder truly conversant in the Old Ways that question, the answer would be most definitely yes. If the same question was asked of any geologist, or scientist in general, the answer would be a resounding no! The Elder’s would sit quietly with dignity, voice their opinion in favour of these rocks and their mystical properties, and say no more. The scientist would scoff, bluster, chide and deride any would subscribe to such a ludicrous concept and never let up.
In this case, and every other, we have chosen the Old Way and let each person pick as they suit, that is their business, never ours. All we know without reservation is that some of the rocks that are reputed to be magic, are actually magic. We did the science, made careful observations and comparisons then turned on the spiritual batteries and came out a touch the wiser and utterly convinced of authenticity.
The best part of this ancient story in rock is yet to unfold. It is our very, very, very, very, strong suspicion that in days soon to come, those who have the magic keystones to these blessed rocks will, as Jim Morrison succinctly put it, “break on through to the other side” and invite us to follow in their steps.
Upon completing this chapter, I looked up and saw a count of just under 7,000. That was a huge shock, a week ago 700 words was light years off. I just couldn’t believe I could get a word count of that magnitude, then it dawned on me, it wasn’t me, the rocks were responsible. They set the agenda and time-line, all I did was hang around to push the letter keys on the computer and act as an interlocutor.