Rita Walker: Australia (Blog Ten) by Dan Watt and Taylor Norris

Rita Walker: Australia (Blog Ten) by Dan Watt and Taylor Norris

“If you believe your culture is shattered and scattered and finished, or your language is gone, then you are a dead man walking. But if you believe you can reconnect to your language and your culture, you become empowered.” – Ezzard Flowers in No Longer a Wandering Spirit.


Rita blinks her eyes and rubs them.  From inside the Martin’s car she sees a tall woman lightly tanned and with European features wearing a mini skirt with rainbow coloured snakes intermingled with tan coloured circles containing three more circles.  What is confusing to Rita is that the woman appears as European one moment and Australian indigenous the next.  Shaking head Rita climbs into the back seat to be polite.  She also wonders what’s in the Australian latte.

“This is Iluka,” Aurora tells her.  To Rita’s surprise Iluka climbs into the back to sit beside her.

Aurora drives to a store with summer clothing and sandals displayed inside the window.  “I’ll be back shortly,” she says.

Iluka nods at her with light blue eyes and a warm smile.  Rita’s eyes get larger as she sees Iluka’s eyes turn dark brown and her lean nose flatten.  Her long auburn hair turns raven black.  “We are similar in many ways,” Iluka says with a thick Australian accent.  “See me as a child of Cook’s for now but remember how I truly am.  Also, if someone takes my picture they will be forgiven.”

“What happens if someone takes a picture of you in your true form?” Rita asks as she looks deeper into Iluka’s eyes.

“Taking a picture of my true form would steal some of my essence and allow certain individuals in the Dreamtime to hinder or even possibly control me.”

“Would pictures of Bamapana and Julana help us stop them from manipulating others?” Rita asks.

“No,” Iluka replies.  “They encourage the picture taking of Australia’s First People, to control them.  What you should seek to do is satiate people’s desires so they no longer listen to those two.  Replace the coal and the plastic with something equivalent in convenience but that doesn’t destroy the environment.”

Rita feels a vibration in her short’s pocket.  “Excuse me,” she says and pulls out Oliver’s phone.  Zsofia has messaged that she is on her way.  “My friend Zsofia is coming to Australia.  Tomorrow I hope she can get work at the University.”

“What does she do?” Iluka asks.  Rita notices Iluka’s appearance is completely European now, reminding her of someone from the British Isles.

“She specializes in medicinal herbs.”

“When she arrives tell her she can stay with me,” Iluka says.  “Is she like you, or me?”

“Not in the ability to change but she is in touch with Mother Earth.  I need to contact my partner, Marlo today.”

Rita sees a look of concentration on Iluka’s face and her eyes dim as though she is somewhere else.

Iluka’s eyes brighten with lucidity.  “A child of Rán?” she asks.

“Yes,” Rita replies.  “A water elemental.”

“I will change when you do and watch over you when you go to the harbour,” Iluka assures her.

Blue Mountain Jenolan Caves background pic by Peter Samuel with Rita Walker body makeup by @amasonart Alannah Mason, model Taylor Norris, picture of model by Dan Watt



Rita Walker: Australia (Blog Six) by Dan Watt and Taylor Norris

Rita Walker: Australia (Blog Six) by Dan Watt and Taylor Norris (reference links at bottom)

Dhimurru Rangers trying to keep land clean while saving wildlife.


At night she climbs up onto a dock near the Sydney Opera House and waits by one of the docked boats until she changes back.

Figure 1 Sydney Opera House by Peter Samuel 9

In the sky she sees stars in the shape of two serpents and follows their touching tails towards where she hopes the professors Aurora and Oliver Martin live.

She’s thankful it’s nighttime so the pavement is cooler on the soles of her feet.  She’s faring better than Marlo who only had on swimming shorts when he changed on Haida Gwaii.   

Although she wants to protect Mother Earth she also understands that countries rely on strong economics.  It isn’t as easy as saying shut down coal mines and stop using it.  There could be technological advances that allow countries to keep or improve their economic situation while decreasing the use of environmentally damaging energy sources.  Then there’s plastic.  She wonders if Marlo is discovering any solutions.

If factories can be converted to using renewable resources with low to no pollutants than everyday use items such as water bottles can be designed to break down without leaving micro particles that can be ingested and accumulated in plants and tiny animals.  She looks into the sky and sees the snake tails glowing.  In front of her is an older style townhouse with a number 16 written in bold letters over the lintel of a door with many indigenous symbols.  There are too many symbols to count quickly.  She wonders if there is a symbol for each of the 500 plus clan groups.        






Sydney Opera House background pic by Peter Samuel with Rita Walker body makeup by @amasonart Alannah Mason, model Taylor Norris, picture of model by Dan Watt



Rita Walker: Australia (Blog One) by Dan Watt and Taylor Norris

Blue Mountain Jenolan Caves background pic by Peter Samuel with Rita Walker final choice low res

Blue Mountain Jenolan Caves background pic by Peter Samuel with Rita Walker body makeup by @amasonart Alannah Mason, model Taylor Norris, picture of model by Dan Watt

Rita Walker: Australia (Blog One) by Dan Watt and Taylor Norris (reference links at bottom)

“We don’t own the land, the land owns us. The land is my mother, my mother is the land. Land is the starting point to where it all began. It’s like picking up a piece of dirt and saying this is where I started and this is where I’ll go. The land is our food, our culture, our spirit and identity.”— S. Knight

Rita detaches herself from Marlo and they both swim to the surface of Camp Creek near the Jenolan Caves.

“You’ve changed,” Marlo says looking at her as she steps out of the water.

Rita stairs down at herself and sees she has acquired some of his water elemental aspects.

“Will you be gone long?” she asks biting her lower lip.

“The Cocos Keeling Islands have beaches covered by plastic waste,” he says in a sombre tone.  “I wish I could stay and learn why Ailbe Rose called you here but I can’t.”

“Be safe,” she calls out as Marlo transforms into water.  She pulls her hair back into a bun so the water will run down her back.  With a sigh she watches the ripples of water that represent Marlo flow out of sight.  The one thing that gives her relief is that the water aspect she now has will allow her to communicate with him through any waterways that connect to the surrounding seas.

Blue Mountain Jenolan Caves Australia by Peter Samuel Rita Walker bodypaint by Alannah Morrison 3 (8)

Blue Mountain Jenolan Caves background pic by Peter Samuel with Rita Walker body makeup by @amasonart Alannah Mason, model Taylor Norris, picture of model by Dan Watt


She is only wearing a black sports bra and cameo shorts; ideal clothes for the temperature in the New South Wales region of Australia.  As she walks towards the Jenolan Caves beads of soil halt her steps by rolling over her feet.  The blues and greens that her skin had changed into during their travel to Australia return to their normal whitish pink.

She closes her eyes and reopens them to see Ailbe Rose before her.

Blue Mountain Jenolan Caves Australia by Peter Samuel (9) Leah Weir as Ailbe Rose picture by Kimberley Photography

Blue Mountain  Jenolan Caves  Australia by Peter Samuel model Leah Weir as Ailbe Rose, picture by Kimberley Photography https://www.facebook.com/KimberleyleeNI/

“Though there are other names for this place call it Uluru when talking to Dilga,” Ailbe Rose tells her.  “The arrival of Captain Cook has brought the deities of what Europeans call Australia into conflict.  Bamapana now travels in dreamtime throughout Australia causing discord with the likes of Julana.  Now the land is becoming more dessert as the Djunkgao sisters hide in fear.  As long as they do no rain will fall.”

Rita stares back towards Camp Creek and notices the edges of the bank are deep and the water low.  “What the people of Austra—Uluru do will affect the Dreamline?” she asks.

“Dilga will teach you the Dreamline.  You’re here as an outsider, to counter the negative effects Bamapana, Julana and others are having on the land by encouraging technology that works with the environment.  Remember, the Earth curves in all directions and we all belong to the core.  So anything that happens in one place affects what happens elsewhere.”

“Will there be help?   Rán has sent Marlo to the Cocos Keeling Islands.” Rita asks.

“There will be but most are new and naïve,” Ailbe Rose warns her.  “They came after Captain Cook and walk the land but most have not yet fully merged with the land.  As it is on any other continent there are many different groups of people on Uluru.  The original people will be singing and traveling the Dreamline.  That is where the most important work will be done.  You will walk the Dreamline too but focus on encouraging the technology that works with the land.”

Rita blinks and Ailbe Rose is gone.  Now she sees a woman who she senses exists in the present and the past simultaneously.