This is the story of Dreamtime. It comes from the
Aborigines of Australia.
When the earth was new-born, it was plain and without any
features or life. Waking time and sleeping time were the same.
There were only hollows on the surface of the Earth which, one
day, would become waterholes. Around the waterholes were the
ingredients of life.
Underneath the crust of the earth were the stars and the sky,
the sun and the moon, as well as all the forms of life, all
sleeping. The tiniest details of life were present yet dormant:
the head feathers of a cockatoo, the thump of a kangaroo's tail,
the gleam of an insect's wing.
A time came when time itself split apart, and sleeping time
separated from waking time. This moment was called the Dreamtime.
At this moment everything started to burst into life.
The sun rose through the surface of the Earth and shone warm
rays onto the hollows which became waterholes. Under each
waterhole lay an Ancestor, an ancient man or woman who had been
asleep through the ages. The sun filled the bodies of each
Ancestor with light and life, and the Ancestors began to give
birth to children. Their children were all the living things of
the world, from the tiniest grub wriggling on a eucalyptus leaf
to the broadest-singed eagle soaring in the blue sky.
Rising from the waterholes, the Ancestors stood up with mud
falling from their bodies. As the mud slipped away, the sun
opened their eyelids and they saw the creatures they had made
from their own bodies. Each Ancestor gazed at his creation in
pride and wonderment. Each Ancestor sang out with joy: "I
am!". One Ancestor sang "I am kangaroo!" Another
sang "I am Cockatoo!" The next sang "I am
Honey-Ant!" and the next sang "I am Lizard!"
As they sang, naming their own creations, they began to walk.
Their footsteps and their music became one, calling all living
things into being and weaving them into life with song. The
ancestors sang their way all around the world. They sang the
rivers to the valleys and the sand into dunes, the trees into
leaf and the mountains to rise above the plain. As they walked
they left a trail of music.
Then they were exhausted. They had shown all living things how
to live, and they returned into the Earth itself to sleep. And,
in honour of their Ancestors, the Aborigines still go Walkabout,
retracing the steps and singing the songs that tell the story of
life.
The Creation Stories
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