My husband's family are Australian Aboriginal (Koori) and I have some stories from his family.

1. His family were 'kings' and owned 4 magic stones which would vibrate and be used for visions. There was a mother, father, 2 children stones. When the whitepeople were taking over the tribal lands, they buried the stones and didn't speak about the sacred knowledge to pass it down the generations.

Recently they found out that American Natives also used the same 4 stones in their rituals.

2. When my Husband's father was small, they lived in Kempsey. The were told never to go into one field by their black mother. One day when the were going to an aunty's place, they decided to take a shortcut and went through the field. They could hear giant footsteps following them and started running. When they looked behind them they saw a giant bat-like creature with red eyes flapping its wings against the dirt trying to catch them. They were scared witless. (reminds me of the mothman)

3. The aborigines have sacred places where no man should enter. There was a huge rock outcrop mountain and a girl went to go up it against the advice of her father. She could only climb so far before she stopped and couldn't go any further. Something had frozen her, and so the father had to climb up and get her. They beleived that spirits lived there.


There are other stories other people have told me too:

1. One man I knew was in the bush kangaroo hunting. He was with a mate and they were near a creek. What they saw made them freeze in their tracks and stare at each other from other sides of the river, not saying anything in case something happened. They saw 3 Yowies crossing the river. The were massive hairy creatures, they stunk, and were filthy. One of the yowies looked like it must have been a child because it was smaller.

2. An aboriginal woman told me a story when she was little and still living in the bush before white man came into her tribe and dismantled it. She was not supposed to wander alone without her brother. One day, her brother told her to follow him and they walked for ages and then he told her to continue while he went back to the camp without her. She kept walking and came across some men who were wanderers and not from her tribe. It was raining and they had created some bubble of air so they didn't get wet. They said that they were expecting her, and told her to join them. They gave her wisdom which she now cannot remember because she was so young. She and her brother got in deep trouble for disobeying the elders.

3. My late grandfather was an Aboriginal Missioner in far north Queensland, Cape York, on the Leichhardt River Mission in the 1950's. Several tribes who had been rounded up and abused by previous missioners were living in poverty without knowing common languages were his duty of care, and to fix a neglected mission. He allowed them to perform ceremonies after many years of repression, and built an entirely new Mission downriver towards the beach. He eventually won an Order Of Australia Medal for his services and years of helping the aboriginal people. He eventually helped the Rockhampton people set up a huge Cultural Centre with a museum to protect their heritage. However, that is not the story I have for you. Back on the mission the people would come up to him and say "There is a boat coming, boss", and because he wasn't expecting a boat, he would tell them they were wrong. They would look at each other in amazement that 'Boss' didn't know what they knew. Sure enough, a boat would turn up to the shock of my grandfather.

4. If anybody has not seen the movie Rabbit Proof Fence, I seriously recommend it to show what aboriginal ceremonies were like. Eg, they used eagles as guides to the lost girls, and the girls knew the eagles were directing them and that they were their mother. And the mother knew when the girls were arriving and ran to meet them, even though they were not within sight and incommunicado.

My husbands father (who is half blood) says that their tribe and other Aboriginal Peoples all had their own set of beleifs, and spirits and legends. They saw many things that we cannot describe. I beleive everything that was told to me and I knew the people saying them and that they were telling the truth.

Please comment on these stories, and I think that you will be amazed just as much as I was when I heard them for the first time.

If you have any Native stories to tell, please post them for us to share.

Thank you for sharing these amazing stories, Rowan. In response to one, it is eerie how some Aboriginal beliefs are some similar to that of Native Americans.

These are very interesting. I would like to read more. I have always loved the native american way of life. unfortunetly I have no stories to share.

I have always loved hearing aboriginal stories about our cryptid animals.

While im sure some are just myths, im convinced that some are or were very real. If you have any other stories I would love to hear about them RR.

Interesting stories.

I highly recomend this book: Mutant Message Down Under

Thanks for your encouragement, guys.

Actually I did think of one more story my father in law told me. I am sure that it was about him as a boy, so I beleive it (even if it sounds unbeleivable!)

When he was a small boy they were sitting around the camp fire and the parents told the kids to go to bed, but he wanted to stay up. After arguing he finally won over the parent's better judgement and was able to stay up late. But they told him that they were expecting a visitor later on in the night and, still trying to encourage him to go to bed, decided to warn him not to get frightened. Later on in the night a loud noise could be heard coming towards them, stomp, stomp, stomp. (sorry, dramatisation is getting away with me!) Anyway, towards them came a little man with giant feet (sounds rediculous but he is my father in law remember, I trust him!). The man spoke with them at great length, but always stood just at the edge of the firelight, so he couldn't be seen very well.

Like I said before, all these stories seem like fables, legends or myths, but knowing the people who have actually witnessed these things, makes me wonder what we have 'out there' that the current cultural and religious views neglect and ignore.

Yowies I've a bit of knowledge of.

The giant bat was interesting as I remember a past member on here from Australia mentioning something like it once.

Do you think it's because Aboriginals use to spend so much time in the bush, that they got to see many things that others didn't?

I have no idea. Some of these people didn't live in the bush, like the Yowie one. He was not aboriginal. There were newspaper reports from my home town about Yowies and we did have national parks surrounding some areas.

One thought was that it might be because the aboriginals were somehow open to other planes of perception, like premonition and remote viewing. I have often wondered if chanting and dancing in the tribal ceremonies can induce a trance-like state in which those type of visions can be perceived.

As for these animals not being seen much now, it is almost like the saying: If you don't beleive in me, I cease to exist.

I 1000% believe in Yowies, there are quite a few who have encountered them


I've heard of that small guy with the big feet from somewhere before, must of been on another forum

I think your right Tia and the fact they have been here for so long compared to "white man" so their knowledge of this country is greater than ours.

^ Thanks Indeed, that's what I meant.

I have an Aboriginal friend who follows the yowies and we swap stories. He told me about three distinct types.
The 'Quinkin' in Cape York is the largest and resembles the Western Bigfoot
The 'Dooligah' or 'Yowr' is the medium size one and resembles the Bigfoot that are sighted in Tennessee, Ohio, West Virginia, Florida and the Jersey& Georgia Pine Barrens. They live in the Blue Mountains in New South Wales.
The 'Yuuri' is the little one that resembles the 'hobbits' that they just found on Flores Island. They are seen in the central scrublands and in the desert.

Lapi'che

Many pre-Christian European beliefs share a lot of similarities too. My Grandfather (actually fathers uncle by European relationship) was a medicine man who use to seek out other peoples beliefs to find a common source. He had made friends with a Hungarian woman who was a 'Taltos' ( dead speaker- not the Anne Rice creature. She borrowed that name) who use to compare ideals with him and he tried to combine the two beliefs. After he died the tribal council declared "blasphemy" and buried his sweat lodge and his pipes but I think he was close to the mark.

Lapi'che

Thanks for your input. The country town where I grew up in is called Taree (aboriginal for fig tree) and it is near the Blue Mountains in NSW Australia.

I had no idea of the range and diversity of these different animals.

I should also add that there are quite a few people who believe this type have learnt to use fire as well, and are the most intelligent.

Like the 'Kaptars', and 'Almasty' of Armenia, Russia, and the Caucaus. That is why I said I think they are Homo Erectus and related to the "Hobbits" of Flores Island in that word pad document. They are all reported tool users and fire users and there are stories saying they all bred with Homo Sapiens. Did you ever wonder why certain Eastern NdNs and Aboriginal tribesmen have Light yellow amber eyes but nobody else does. Some of our Elders say if you have the gold eyes you were touched by the 'Shingas' ( swamp people) and have their blood in your veins.


Lapiche

I have never heard about light yellow amber eyes. Ill have a dig round and ask an elder I know some questions.

That is my tribe's, The Lenape belief. My Uncles and cousins talk about the 'Shingas' (bigfoot) like he is just another form of person. They do not even consider him an animal but a person. The stories even say that they will never harm you but the are good jokers and love scaring hunters with their "scent power?" ( thinking english equivalent) and screams but they are harmless. If one gets thrown out of its tribe it might take an NdN wife. That is the most awful thing it would do and my grandpop said that is not awful if he takes an ugly or miserable one.

Lapi'che

that is VERY intresting Rowan...I believe that Aborigines and the Pgymies are the most reliable of sources. Why else would they fear a creature, such as the Yowie or Kongamato... I highly doubt they would make hoaxes...hmmmmm...Please post more stories Rowan, if possible... there are a good chance Yowies are real...I dont know what to say about the bigfooted man, the winged creature reminds me of all the creatures we have sighted in the US, but I have never heard of one in australia...
i'm not sure if it was Piney, Tia, or Indeed, but one of you said you have heard about the winged creature in Australia and the bigfooted man before, can you tell us more?
I love these stories...

Thanks, mate, I can't think of any more stories right now. But if I hear of some more I will be sure to post them.

Great thread, guys. "Just a couple a stories from the bush"....I didn't realise so much interest would be generated!

Hey, Indeed, I'm living in Bris-vegas and I see that you are at the GC! Are you Murri then? My husband is Koori, but I can't remember their tribal name off the top of my head. They are a Sydney mob and Blue Mountains, as well as Kempsey, but I think research has shown them to move up there due to white invasion and attacks. He has a white mum and white grandfather, but apart from that, half of his family are blackfellas...seeya!

Nope, im about as white as they come

Just with my personal research/hobby, I like to get as much info from all corners of the table as I can. Luckily for me I have been able to get in contact with a few really knowledgable aboriginal and white folk in my time

Oh, yeah, cool.

My husbands tribe are Dungatti, from Kempsey/South West Rocks/Port Macquarie in NSW Australia. The records are not really clear about how the tribe moved from The Blue Mountains above Sydney, but the same carved boundary poles were reportedly found in both regions. His family has signed documents from the Royal Family in England, in the 18th Century, declaring ownership of a large parcel of land in that area. Although proving this ownership to the authorities is another issue all together.

Another thing I thought of about the Yowie sighting, of great interest to me, was the fact that the Yowies were carrying huge packaging containers, like the wooden boxes with metal strips along the corners, filled with spades and other rubbish collected from the outskirts of society.The bloke said that there was no way a man could have heaved such a massive box onto his back and carry it as easily as the Yowies were.

About the stench, or Scent Power that Piney was talking about, newspapers have reported a car battery-like ozony smell at the sightings.

I have something to share; I study at a major University here in Australia ( The University of Queensland). One of the subjects I took this year was involved with Indigenous Australians & history, hence a number of Indigenous students where interested and involved in the subject.

Apparently, the University grounds where a settlement for Aboriginal people prior to white settlement, but the settlers & early British troops moved in and displaced them, committing some pretty heinous acts in the process. There are some classrooms which Indigenous students simply cannot enter- due to presences. Three students walked into one of our initial classes this year and where contacted by the presence/spirit of a woman who was murdered in the early 1800's. I just thought that it was amazing that all three of them experienced this at the same time & the story was confirmed by the existing ancestors to the woman. So, this reveals a sort of psychic ( evolutionary) connection which would appear to transcend time and place. This is really astonishing stuff.

Also, someone mentioned that there are certain connections between Indigenous Australians and American Indians - I tend to agree. Earlier this year, I spoke to an Aboriginal woman, who described seeing 'Grey Wolf' in real-time visions that she had. I do not know where this connection is drawn from though (in an Anthropological sense).

very intresting...same thing with the Pgymies of Africa...they have sighted mokele-mbembe, kongamato, and many others, but no one believes them

Common society thought doesn't beleive anything out of the unusual, froggy!!

and they just dont believe Pgymies, Native Americans...etc.

Places hold a memory. I found archeology sites that way for people. If your people were there, you were. Also genetic memory is more readily available. It's almost as you can see and remember what your ancestors did. I knew I was Lenape before I knew who my real parents were. I just didn't know I was native but the specific tribe "UnlacXigo" and when the AFSC (Quaker service) began their cultural restorations program and teaching us our language again I picked it up easy. I can learn a damn word of spanish after 3 years but I learned Unami in 3 months.

Lapi'che

That explains everything, Piney.

Hello,
I'm not sure this is the right thread to put my post, but it's the only one I can find in relation to aboriginal stories.

I would like to get your opinion on what's been happening to me lately if possible.

Before I start, I need to explain that I live in Australia where I migrated from New-Caledonia 14 years ago. I have not had any contact with Aborigines, not because I don't want to (I'd love to) but simply because I don't know any and there are not many around where I live. In New-Caledonia, I had many kanaks friends and I lived in the bush close to them for many years.

Anyway, I have discovered that I can journey extremely well by listening to music that contains didgeridoo sounds. Although I never plan my journeys, here are the stories:

1- the first time, I met an old aboriginal woman who said she was one of my spirit guides and her name is Ngancha (I'm not sure of the spelling). She is always somewhere in the bush and wears some kind of cloth. I don't always understand what she says but she's real nice and laughs a lot

2- one time, it was night and she met me in my special place and took me to a place where there were 3 men with their faces and bodies painted. They were sitting around a camp fire. There was a young one, a middle age one and a very old one. i couldn't understand what they were saying. The old man gave me a leather pouch, the young one a spear and Ngancha 3 gum tree leaves. She told me I had to put them in the pouch with 2 white stones and 1 little piece of bark or wood. Then they held each other's arm and danced around me in a circle and sang. Then Ngancha took me away via some pitch black passage back to my special place

3- I see her quite often in my dreams. She usually potters around plants, making things with them.

I still haven't made the pouch but I got 2 white stones so far.

Is any of you familiar with this? Does anyone have some meaning? I am not afraid at all but I would love to know if it means anything to anyone else.

I have always been attracted to Aboriginal culture and when I read books in relation to the Dreamtime and their beliefs, it makes so much sense to me.. like everything suddenly finds a logical explaination.

On some other journeys, I was able to become everything I touched, whether it was a plant, a stone, water, animals of all sorts. It was fantastic! I understand the meaning of spirit of inanimate and animate items/beings. Everything has its own spirit!



Thank you

thanks guys for the 2 very wonderful stories

? are you laughing at the stories?

I hope not as I for one respect the aboriginal beliefs about our country. I might not agree but respect is different

yes, I DEFINETLY agree with Indeed...you should respect them...and the pgymies too

Thanks guys for your support. Yes, it is about time that somebody paid the Native People's of the world some respect. They would not be named 'minority groups' had they been treated decently hundreds of years ago, as well as today.

When researching world-wide cryptozoological phenomena like "dragon" legends, native accounts often "add" unusual details not found in the accounts of more technically advanced societies. One peculiar remark, for example, in a central american description of dragon-like, predatory, flying reptilian creatures, is that when they devoured humans they would always defecate their remains in very large, deep bodies of water, or raging rivers. This coincides with native peoples far more observant awareness of the natural world. Strange, but it suggests if "real", they are describing intelligent creatures very careful to leave no physical trace of their exisitence.

no i think they're very intresting and i would like to know more!

Some of us get a bit protective over the Indigenous Peoples, and want to do what we can for their well-being. It is the vast majority of people who do not understand or give thought to their Natives from their own countries, sadly, and education about Native cultures is still only very minimal. Let's pray that things change in the future....

Howdy, folks!!
I just ran into this thread. What a treat this is!!
Looking for stories pertaining to American Indians? Well...
I grew up in a little town in Montana, and had a neighbor (who was, to a degree, ostracized), a Blackfoot Indian. His given (Christian) name was Paul, and had a grandpa who was Paul Sr. The old one was called a Scout by his nation. My dad had been a trapper before a railroad man, and was well respected as an ultimate outdoorsman, having living in and around western Montana for many decades.
Paul was my friend, and Dad and Paul Sr. decided it would be good for me to learn with Paul Jr some of the old ways.
On a tracking exercise, Paul and I were trailing Paul Sr. Fresh snow, about six inches, and we followed easily, until a clearing (this is in the Rockies). The tracks went to the middle of the clearing and disappeared! We backed out, thinking the old man had backed out in his own footprints, but couldn't find anything, and the pressure points were all wrong for backtracking. So we returned to the end point, completely puzzled. Paul Sr hollered at us from up a tree near the edge of the clearing. Said he disconnected from the material and "floated" there. Well! Being a bit of a scientist even then (I was 12), I didn't really believe that. But...
Paul was showing us tracking in fallen leaves. Suddenly he looked at us and ran gently (best way I can describe it) across a thick carpet of dry cottonwood leaves, leaving NO sign, and making NO noise. Now THAT was a shock!
Dad (who learned much from Indians) and I were out hunting, there was no snow yet, grass was high and dry. Walking through a field, he said a deer had been by the day before. I looked around, at the grass, and said (under my breath, of course) "yeah, right". Dad just said Look down. So I did. Buried under two feet of fairly thick grass were the prints of the deer, maybe day old, just as he said.
So after these things, my respect for those ways became very high. Since then, while I lived there and hunted and fished, I have caught fish where there shouldn't have been fish, and "prayed" deer, communed with Griz, flown with the Eagle and seen through his eyes, and had conversations with Weasel. I've sensed what we called Wendigo, the wandering ghost, but it wasn't my time. I have not yet crossed through the Veil, but someday...
American Indians have been shape shifters, world changers, and highly sensitive to their environment. Unfortunately, the "civilized" ones assign their own values to them, including untruths, mythology, and legend. I might remind those that myth and legend have roots in fact.
Many years ago, I was convinced (contrary to my own thoughts) to take a class in what was called Psi Biotics, a subset of the Huna philosophy thought to originate (by anthropologists) in Hawaii. It doesn't. It seems to have worldwide origins, who knows how. After taking this class, it bacame obvious how Paul, my Dad, and countless others have done some of the things they did.
To my mind (such as it is), we have lost (but we CAN rediscover) so very much.
Got to go for a while.

Thank you all for a wonderful experience, hope there will be more!!!

Wow, what an awesome story!

I feel privilaged for having read it.

Thank you

There is nothing really mystical to hypersensitivity whether it be to the enviroment or to people. It really can't be taught either but must be 'self developed'. People often mistake hypersensitivity with mystical powers whether it being a psychic on television reading a person. Or a "precog" who instinctively can figure out cause and effect like a mathmatical problem and predict what is going to happen.
Emotion creates a chemical process dicharging pheromones which animals can smell consciously and humans to a certain extent unconsciously. Learn to control these emotions and you can handle or stalk just about any animal unless they are in a bad psychological state. Then their own senses are distorted but that is detectable if your sensitivities are developed.
Moving silently is a matter of weight ditribution and a bodily art similar to what a martial artist develops. Once again this is best 'self developed'
Lastly, a sophisticated person can become primitive. What this really means is that the person's way of life changes. Old values change, becoming linked to the landscape with its plants and animals. This new existence requires a working knowledge of those mutiplex and cross-linked events usually referred to as "Nature". It requires a measure of respect for the inertial power within such natural systems. When a person gains this working knowledge and respect, that is called "being primitive".
The converse, of course, is equally true: The primitive can become sophisticated, but not without accepting terrible psychological and emotional damage.

Lapi'che ni'tis

Thanks Piney. Your wisdom truly is awesome and an honour to read about it.

You explained it all so succinctly.

RabidCat, what a wondeful story
Thank you for sharing it...

It seems that here is an intrusion of scientific explanation, and so I must reply. With due respect to the sciences (I did use up about 30 years in electronics engineering, primarily R&D), not everything can be explained away via conventional means. A brief for instance is (in my dissertation above) Paul Sr crossing a bed of dry leaves at a slow run: there is no way this can be explained away by simple physics. According to simple physics, there would have been noticeable sound of the leaves crunching. There was none. To those who do care, the explanation was to accomplish this, "disconnect your spirit from the material".
Can science explain seeing through the eyes of a hawk or an eagle? Sorry, it's chalked up to some sort of hallucination. Yet, the old ones of at least two nations I'm aware of relate these stories, and in following their procedures anyone can do these things. Those two nations are Blackfoot and Apache, and a third group loosely known in Mexico as Toltec. The Toltec cannot be mistaken for those we anthropologically classify as Toltec: the ones who call themselves Toltec use the nomer as a reference to "men of knowledge" rather than a society; it is a long and involved story, but certainly not mythological nor legendary as anthropologists would deem it. And certainly not nonsensical as 'scientists' would also deem it. The reason that I say this is that I have experiential data of some aspects, having spent some time with the Indians of the Southwest.
We can, if we wish, minimize the Aboriginal ways of any continent, quite easily. However, we do this at the risk of losing the knowledge those people had: this dismissal is, of course, one of the reasons people such as the Cheyenne and Apache considered the white man subhuman, while they referred to themselves as human.
Current Indian populations here in the US seem to be less inclined to their real history than to that history written by whites, and this is truly a travesty. But for some people, both white and red, all this reality would be gone forever.
It is best for all of us, whatever race and social status, to regard ancient ways and ancient knowledge with respect, and we all should try to preserve it.
I have known one other white man (my father), and know of one more who has been nose to nose with a wild weasel, or slept with a badger. I've known people who did things, Piney, as you say. Yes, they do become skilled in the ways of the wild, but they lack the something that really sets the aboriginals apart: the understanding that once the bounds of normalcy are left behind, there are no limits as to what a spirit can do. No scientist is really able to understand how an Australian can stand on one foot for extended periods, eyes open, unmoving for hours or days, yet when his game appears, he instantly is in action. No scientist can or will understand how American Indians used as messengers by the US Army could run nonstop a hundred fifty miles in a day; these things are a matter of record, but science passes them off as 'stories' or 'anecdotes' without investigation.
That's all, folks. Don't want to lecture; it just becomes very boring (being an engineer) when people disregard the facts and assign qualities that cannot be assigned.

Thanks again for your input, RabidCat.

It is a travesty that knowledge and wisdom of the old ways is being lost on every continent. I too have experienced a little of what you are talking about due to my own self development, but I have faith that white people, and other cultures, are seeking their natural roots back to nature, spirit, and infinity. It is, afterall, our natural selves and once the barriers are broken down for information exchange, things can only look up for our shared future.

Rabidcat I love your posts and hope to see many more but one question,can you show me or give me evidence of native americans or in Canada, First Nations, running 150 miles in one day,that sounds incredible.

I have talked with many First nations people and the Inueit(eskimo) and they even say that there stories are for recreation and unity,not fact but legand, there stories tell of a lesson,not of facts. just as we may say never cry wolf and then explain the story to our children.

I for one respect all and if belieif for one is that of there reality,then cool,so be it.

I will dismiss nothing cause who the hell am I

Gday guys what a fantastic topic to talk about...about time. I grew up in Queensland in the Central Highlands and went to school with allot of murrys. In fact my partner is one and we have a son. ANYWAY the murry kids in highschool use to go (i think they still do) to an annual camp at a place called Mt Moffat, an old tribal ground. The kids use to come back with stories of spirits who would play practical jokes on them, and weird sightings.

At the camp site, they slept in tents and one night a student woke up in the early morning sleeping about 5 meters outside the camp site. The ground towards his tent had a trail in the dirt from his body being dragged out and he had dirt all over him. He couldn't remember what happened just woke up a tad cold and very spooked out.

One year a student had to get driven home from the place because she was freaking out and basically S%$T scared...not sure what she saw though sorry.

When my partner went to the camp she was 13 and on the first night they were there all the girls woke up at three in the morning, not by noise or anything like that. She said that she felt a sudden fear, as did all the other kids. They all went outside the tents for some reason. By this time the adults woke to see what was going on. One of the adults started to stare outside the camp and then shhhhed the kids and pointed to a figure standing there! they all saw it. A man with a spear staring at them in the traditional lap lap. Then he just disappeared. she also mentioned junjudi's any one heard of them.

Hi mase, welcome to UM.

Interesting story you have there, I couldn't find anything on junjudi's sorry.

Mase! MAAAAATE!!! lol (we go way back! lol)

My dissertation was not meant to explain away the unknowns in certain things among my people but was meant to explain my own abilities and skills. I am a Nanticoke-Lenape who speaks my native tongue and understands my own legend and culture. I have "ripped up" several books written on my tribe for their oblivious misintepretation of certain cultural aspects and practices of my tribe and I serve on the "cultural restoration" committee at our tribal center and I teach woodcraft to our children. I live between 2 State forests and my job keeps me wandering through the Pine Barrens Federal Reserve which I prefer to do on foot than take one of the ATVs or horses due to my huntergather anatomy. It was not my intention to critique your post but to explain my own skills, abilities, and mental state.

Lapi'che ni'tis