Rebirthing at the Flower Pit Healing Site

The autumn winds were still and the sun was bright as my grand children and I headed out to see how the flower pits were since the bushfire in January. At the time of the fire we were amazed to see how the ring of trees and plants within the circle of the pits were not harmed by the fire, yet all around was decimated. The fire had started with a lightning strike during one of the best light shows I had ever seen. The lightning of that storm came down like giant pipes into the earth, whizzing through the air as if it was right next to your ear, not in the sky above. The fire it made was dealt with by the fire brigade the next day, but the embers had hugged the roots of the grasses beneath the soil and a day later a strong south westerly wind fanned the embers into flames again and the fire took off with speed towards the flower pits. From a distance it looked as if the fire had certainly gone through that grove of paperbarks, myrtles and banksias that surround the pits. Water bombs by helicopters and fixed winged aircraft and ten or more fire trucks and earthmovers engaged the fire and its possible pathways. As soon as the main body of fire had moved on we went to see what had happened there. Incredibly the tree standing in front of the back most men’s pit was still in flames and it had sent ash into the pit before it. There at the outer most edge a banksias flower from the last flower pit healing ceremony was turned to ash and yet the rest of the flower pits and every other part of the pit enclosure was untouched. There were bright orange embers everywhere around the circle but within all was safe.

Vasu and I stayed around checking the embers and shoveling earth on them all the while wondering at the patch of green amidst the smouldering black. I stayed longer because I was feeling the great vulnerability of the site surrounded by the now more hidden fires deep in trees and fence posts. Suddenly with a roar a big earthmover with a giant steel “V” came lumbering to within twenty metres of the bush site on course to cut a swathe through it. I was able to stop it going further with the help of the firemen on the ground. One man, a Mr. Sean Walsh, was particularly affected when he learnt of the sites significance and made sure the site was safe, also bringing in extra water trucks to make sure no embers could start up again near or in the site. Thank you Mr. Walsh, from all of us and especially from Nundjan.

So today I went back to see more wonders. Strange white sand dunes were appearing on the blackened earth as rabbits renovated their burrows. Four hundred year old paperbark trees were half burnt with black making a perfect line against the white bark. A tree from where a bark blanket had been cut for the ceremonies stood, healthy and regenerating, as if nothing had happened. Green shoots were arising out of charcoal everywhere, and there was the men’s pit, standing like a sentinel on the edge of life. Beyond it - life was reclaiming the land. “I know this place, “ says Jyoti my grandson excitedly, “this is where we had the party!”. It is going to be here for him and all of us in the future.

Thanks to all who participated in what was once again a very special day - LiFE Academy's Pit Healing 2008

Thanks to Nundjan, Kadambii and Vasu for sharing their knowledge, wisdom, healing and generous hearts. Many others contributed greatly to this day, not least of all the LiFE Academy's wonderful students who contributed with their own wisdom and generosity of heart.

Depending on what angle you take in your understanding of the healing properties of Flower Essences, be it their active nealing ingredient or their healing definition from a conceptual point of view there are different depths and perceptions. From the conceptual point of view there is an understanding of the Nature of a Flower Essence.

From the deepest aspect of human nature we have a well of infinite energy surrounded in a mantle of serenity. On top of this lies the ups and downs of our mind as it responds to experiences in every day life. Of course everything we experience and how we respond to it shows on our faces. We know the usual idea that tired is less beautiful and energy means attractive, but is it really so? Do you notice that people can look tired yet beautiful, or full of energy and ugly? What does this mean?