TRAVEL
Rock Energy: Uluru & The Heartbeat of Australia
Immersed in Uluru’s Aura: A Symphony of Senses and Nature

This place had always carried an air of mystique, and it’s peculiar that we hadn’t visited sooner, given our extensive spiritual travels throughout Australia and Asia.
As I place my hand on the colossal rock and close my eyes, an extraordinary connection sweeps over me. Like a communion with the ancient aboriginal elders who have nurtured this land for millennia.
Images flash through my mind of aboriginals sitting around fires and performing rituals. Imprinting their story on the rock. I can feel a warm vibration coursing through my veins.
Some might dismiss it as nonsense. “How can you feel the energy of a rock?” The Indigenous people have revered it for thousands of years though.

Uluru, or Ayers rock as it is also known, the heartbeat of Australia transcends just being a rock; it holds genuine significance to its people. It is the mother, the spiritual sentinel, watching over the land.
With stories spanning fifty thousand years or more and a geological heritage reaching back half a billion, comprehending its grand history is a formidable but fascinating task.
Sunrise in the Outback
A cool, gentle morning breeze sweeps across the land as I stand, absorbing the raw energy that emanates from this incredible place. The only contrast is the Bangkok kitchen sound next to me, as my Thai wife busily prepares our modest picnic breakfast of hot tea and banana bread.

The scene feels almost surreal, like a frozen snapshot yearning for an artist’s paintbrush to capture it. It’s quite a barren landscape where wildlife seems scarce, except for the ever-present flies reminding us that life persists even in the harshest conditions.
The peace here is palpable, devoid of the ceaseless background hum of the city. It’s also an opportunity for a digital detox for a few days.
As I stare at this big rock located in the centre of outback Australia, I can’t help thinking it’s as if it simply descended from the heavens to this very spot. How did it get here? To think it is even bigger below the surface and was once submerged by an ocean boggles the mind.

As we perch on the small bench, sipping our hot tea and savoring our banana bread in the early morning nature, I feel truly alive in the moment.
Kantju Gorge — A Multi-Sensory Experience
The Aboriginals like to say ‘feel country’ and encourage you to feel the wind whispering through the trees and the silent majesty of the rock.
“Touch the silence”
After witnessing the sunrise from a distance, we venture closer to the rock to get up close and personal. An 850 metre walk named Kantju Gorge promises a more intimate experience. It’s just beyond a sensitive point used for women’s ceremonies and where photo’s and filming are discouraged.
The Aboriginals believe no part of that rock should be taken from it’s natural location. What a profound idea!

I’ve found my spot, and my wife has found hers. There’s always a place that speaks directly to your soul.
Sat on a small wooden bench, I become entirely immersed in the moment, lost in the natural energy surrounding me. I enjoy these moments, just sitting and being quiet. Fully engaging all my senses with the natural elements.

It’s intriguing how a few other people come and go; they stay for a few minutes, take pictures, and depart. Their interaction is mostly visual. I prefer to take time to connect, allowing all of my senses to really interact with the nature.
To feel country.
I sometimes wonder if those people live their life like a tourist, not really immersing themselves in the experience of being a human.
Not Alone in the Company of Nature
My wife has moved to find another spot. I now find myself utterly alone for a while. Surrounded by this massive rock and the raw beauty of its fellow nature. All my senses are fully engaged in this natural experience, including my spiritual sense, which tells me that I’m not alone.
Life surrounds me, painted in vivid contrasts of colors, shapes, textures, and sounds. The silence is no more, it’s a symphony.
The trees provide a grounding bass, and the heart of Australia beats like a drum. The wind converses with the trees, changing its tune as it embraces the curves of the rock. Sometimes, it’s a soft whisper, and other times, its voice is amplified by a chorus of trees.

I am so entranced I don’t want to leave.
I contemplate moving but find myself unable to. I just want to linger a little while longer. I find peace, a sense of being precisely where I should be, in this very moment.
Earth, Nature, and Humankind
The only disruption to my tranquility is the occasional influx of other people and the noise they bring. It strikes me as a poignant metaphor for how humanity has impacted nature. A stark reminder of the lack of reverence for an entity that has sustained life for millions of years — earth.
I contemplate how this planet has made some individuals incredibly wealthy. Yet, they fail to give back. They treat her like a careless teenager trashes their bedroom.
When you consider the age of this particular landmark, it puts our own insignificance in the grand scheme of the Earth into perspective.
She will persist with or without us.
Even if we manage to destroy ourselves and ruin the environment, she will endure and adapt. Just like she has throughout her vast history.
We are no match for Mother Earth and her relentless nature. We are just visitors who have become part of her ecosystem, deluding ourselves into thinking we can control it.
Our impact will be miniscule in the fullness of time.
As for Uluru. I wonder how many more millions of years she will be here, probably long after we have gone.
