11/03/2026
I heard a massacre today. Not with my ears. With my body. And then I invited it to dance.
I've lived next to this headland for months and kept finding reasons not to go. My nervous system knew what my mind didn't - this place has been holding something heavy for a very long time.
A massacre site. A sacred dreaming place. A protective spirit named Galiwus who lost his cave to the same colonial project that killed the people he protected. His bones found during excavation - seven feet long - exactly where the dreaming said he'd be.
150 years of unresolved charge pushed down beneath regenerated vegetation.
When I finally went - and actually met what was there instead of walking past it -something shifted. I invited the suppressed to rise and meet the surface.
The colours got brighter. The air went soft. My body registered something moving that had been locked in for generations.
My displacement met the land's displacement.
And we healed each other a little.
I wrote about it. First piece on The Baseline Signal - my new Substack. It's about what happens when you stop walking past the thing your body already knows.
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