Short story: The bald Judge, who retired to the outback of country Australia

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Eugene Einstlorf, had gone bald at an early age, in his forties, and now that he was in his sixties, he was completely bald, preferring the look of a clean scone. He was a judge in his county, and so the wig that he wore, had hidden his bald plate, while he was working. He retired early though, at only 55 years of age, and he bought himself a house in the country, in the outback areas of Australia. He wanted to experience rural life, at a quieter pace, than his hectic city existence had been. Bored, though, after 6 months, he joined a book-reading group. They would meet together once a week, and discuss a book, that they had all read in that past week. They were all voracious readers, and they could all finish a book in only a few days. Their book of examination this week, was a title by an Aboriginal elder, called Namadera Fahili. It was titled: "Dreaming of Dreamtime". His book was on the dream time ceremonies of his people. What did these ceremonies involve? The peoples purported to connect to the land, via the past ancestries of that land, as aspects of the land, such as rivers and mountains, were created by ancient ancestorial figures, and so creation is a vital part of who they are too. Creation has to be cared for, as their ancestors are living, still alive, in the created almanack of existence. Dreaming explains all aspects of life, and living. Eugene got a lot out of the reading of this book. He realized that if the Aboriginal people lost contact with their dreaming, they would lose contact with their very soul too. Dreaming helps them to feel at home within life, and to know that their place is made for them by the land, which owns them. The white people wanted to own the land instead. The aboriginals could never understand this reverse concept of possession. The aboriginals lived as a part of their land, in cooperation with it, within it, not off of it, by exploiting it to the hilt. They owed the land, the land did not owe them. The white settlers wanted to make as much as they could from the land, never giving anything back to it. Eugene was surprised to learn that many aboriginals, although their skin was dark, had blonde hair. He had once had blonde hair himself, so he noticed this fact in the book, more than others might have done so. The book ended with this nice quote, which Eugene wholly agreed with too. "Our spirituality is oneness, and an interconnectedness with all that lives and breathes, even with all that does not live, or breathe." Mudrooroo, (1938 to 2019), a mixed race Aborigine. Photo Credit: The photo used in this article was sourced from the free media site, pixabay.com Uluru, a sacred ancient resting place for ancestral spirits.