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February 5, 2021
A VOICE SPEAKS OVER THE WATERS
Thukeri -An Aboriginal Dreamtime Story
Interfaith Harmony Week Day 5
This is a story about two men who lived on the shores of Lake Alexandrina.
They belonged to the Ngarrindjerri people. The voice of the Divine is heard in the Dreamtime stories. The Ancestors depart their wisdom in the present moment In the telling and the hearing of the stories. We learn from the wisdom of the past if we have the courage to listen in the here and now of our lives.
Dreamtime or Dreaming Stories are a large part of Australian aboriginal spirituality. Everything, living and inanimate share the same spirit as the Aboriginal people shares. The creation stories share how powerful ancestors developed their world.
The two men set off in their bark canoe to go fishing on the lake. They travelled along on the calm, cool waters until they came to their favourite fishing place, called Loveday Bay, where they always caught the best and most delicious bream fish. In their language, this fish is called Thukeri.
They found a good, sheltered spot among some high reeds. They had made their own fishing lines, called nungi, from cords they had made from the reeds. They used very sharp bird bones for hooks.
They knew the women were collecting vegetable plants to eat with the fish.
As the day went on the two men sat there catching more and more fat, juicy Thukeri. They were having such a wonderful day catching so many fish and wanted to keep catching more and more, but the canoe was almost full and looked like it would sink.
As they paddled in closer to shore, they could see a stranger in the distance. He seemed to be walking straight towards them. The two men looked at each other; what if this stranger wanted some of their beautiful, juicy Thukeri?
They were greedy and decided not to share with the stranger. They decided to keep all the fat, lovely Silver Bream for themselves and quickly covered the fish up with their woven mats so that the stranger would not see them. When the stranger came up to the two men he said, ‘Hello, brothers. I haven’t eaten anything at all today. Could you spare me a couple of fish?’
The two men looked at each other and at the mats hiding the Thukeri. They turned to the stranger and one of them said, ‘I’m sorry, friend, but we caught only a few fish today and we have to take them home for our wives and children and the old people, because they are depending on us. So, you see, we can’t give you any.’
The stranger stood there for a long while and then started to walk away. He stopped, turned around and stared at them. ‘You lied,’ he said. ‘I know that you have plenty of fish in your canoe. Because you are so greedy, you will never be able to enjoy those Thukeri ever again.’
The two men stood there, puzzled, as the stranger walked away into the sunset. They shrugged their shoulders, then quickly took off the mats and began to gut the fish. But as they did this, they found that these beautiful silver Thukeri were so full of sharp, thin bones that they couldn’t eat them.
‘What are we going to do? We can’t take these home to our families, they’ll choke on them.’ So the two men had to return home in shame with only the bony fish. When they got home, they told their families what had happened. The old people told them that the stranger was really the Great Spirit called Ngurunderi. Now all the Ngarrindjeri people would be punished for ever, because the two men were so greedy.
And so today, whenever people catch a bony bream, they are reminded of long ago, when Ngurunderi taught them a lesson.
A friend of ours wrote:
Once, my young daughter and I went to an expensive place for pizza. Of course, we had leftovers and I was so looking forward to eating them that night. As we were walking to the car, we came upon a homeless man and my daughter gave him the leftover pizza. I was angry at her and told her he would probably just throw it away. She challenged me to drive around the block and see. We went around the block, and there he was with a huge smile on his face eating my pizza. A child led me that day.
Today I will remember the Dreamtime stories I have heard in my life.