“When my story begins the birds in my dreaming time were white. Then as my training for manhood began, my dream birds changed to black. My cousins told me about the beautiful white egrets who had waded in the billabong since dreaming began. I learned about men and woman who love and how sometimes they hate. In my country that hatred became powerful and ignited a flaming wall that divided the mountain from the pasture and split my family in half.
Some say the Australian black ravens in my dreams were the white birds rising from the fires of rage their feathers charred by the flame. Kanga the elder taught me that the black birds in my dreaming symbolised hope, not hatred. Kanga said they were my totem and they would lead me to find a way to end payback.
I believe if we all listen and learn from the nature spirits we would know that while the white bird symbolised peace in many cultures, it is the charred spirits who can survive the flames and soar into the sky, that show us there is hope and that we can all live together in peace.”
The words of Jarrah Woggan-Wandong country
"How do the geese know when to fly to the sun? Who tells them the seasons? How do we, humans, know when it is time to move on? As with the migrant birds, so surely with us, there is a voice within, if only we would listen to it, that tells us so certainly when to go forth into the unknown." — Elisabeth Kubler-Ross