These Australian primitive drawings date back 5000 years. They are believed to represent alien beings known as the Wondjina (Wandjina). These spirit beings are represented as paintings of giant humanoid figures, some measuring close to 23 feet tall. They have gray alien-like eyes, cone-heads and no mouth or ears. These drawings look much like beings in helmets, or having physical qualities like Annunaki, Olmecs or gray aliens.
Interesting that all these civilizations separated by thousands of miles including oceans that they didn’t have the technology to cross, all show visitors from the heavens in the same way. The Waddjina are said to be dreamtime spirits (or spirits of the dreaming) associated with rainbows, clouds, rain, and thunder. They protect crops and create child spirits that must be found within a dream before they can become human babies within the bodies of women. This reminds us of the many stories of aliens interbreeding with humans to create the hybrid races that some believe we all decend from today.
In Aboriginal mythology, the Wondjina (or Wandjina) were cloud and rain spirits who, during the Dream time, created or influenced the landscape and its inhabitants. When they found the place they would die, they painted their images on cave walls and entered a nearby waterhole.
In this world
of darkness, my sleep had started out as quite peaceful, the pastel colours of
the sky I had been looking at while walking next to someone who made me feel
the happiest I had been in a while, the rows of trees along the pavement
changing colours and gently moving with the early autumn breeze, it was all
just a pleasant, cotton candy dream, which it hadn’t been in a while.
But my dream
turned into a horrible nightmare, dark thunder clouds swirling angrily in the
sky, the wind becoming harsh and relentlessly blowing all the leaves from the
trees who were left bare and cold, Jackson, who was crying because I had hurt
him. And me, wanting to die all over again.
It was probably
around 4 AM, when a sound woke me up. It took me a little while to identify
what it was, but I soon recognised it as crying. Mark. I quickly jumped out of
bed and turned on the light, and I saw Mark in his bed, still sleeping, all
curled up while tightly grabbing onto his blanket. Tears were streaming down
his face and his cheeks were red. His eyes were still tightly shut, and his
lips were trembling, sometimes allowing a sob to escape them.
I walked over
to the side of his bed and knelt down on the floor beside him, so I could face
him properly. I then carefully put my hand on his, which was still tightly
holding onto the blanket just in front of his face. “Mark?” I said
quietly but just loud enough for him to hear. His breathing quickly became
steady as he slowly opened his eyes. He looked at me with tear streaked eyes
for a second, before he sat up, retracting his hand from below mine, and using
both his hands to quickly wipe away his tears.
I stood up and
sat down on his bed next to him, careful to still give him enough space.
“I’m so sorry J-Jackson” he suddenly blurted out, crying again, and
putting his head in his hands, hiding his face from me. I shifted closer to him
and wrapped my arm around him, pulling him into a tight hug. “Sssh, it’s
okay… It’s okay” I said, trying to comfort him. It made me sad that he
couldn’t even have a peaceful sleep, and I knew he desperately needed it.
j-just- I d-don’t want to l-lose y-you” Mark sobbed in between shaky
breaths, hiding his face in my shirt. I pulled him even closer to me.
“You’re not going to lose me, okay?” I replied. “I’m right here,
and I’m not going anywhere” I added, and I meant every word of it. He
looked up at me, his eyes looking even bigger than usual. “You
p-promise?” He asked, his voice breaking a little. “I promise,”
I said, and put my hand on his head, as if that would somehow confirm my
everything. I hated the fact that I couldn’t even sleep, I hated all my
insecurities and the fact that I was a burden, I hated all the pressure that
was put on me, I hated that I was a disappointment, and I hated my very
existence. I hated everything but Jackson. I felt safe in his strong arms, and
his steady heartbeat calmed me down. And he would be there. He wouldn’t break
After a while
the tears stopped coming, and I felt like I could finally breathe normally. I
shifted myself out of Jackson’s arms and reached for my water bottle on my
nightstand. I drank about half of it in big gulps, and put it back in its
place. “Feeling better?” Jackson asked carefully. “I don’t
know” I replied, deciding to just be honest. “Want to try and get
some sleep still?” he asked. “No…” I said quietly. I didn’t
want to go back to sleep only to get nightmares again.
you like me to sleep here with you?” he asked, sounding as if he’d just
asked me a really personal question he was itching to know about. Even though I
hadn’t thought of it consciously, I still doubted whether he could actually
read my mind. “Yes?” I replied, probably sounding like I wasn’t sure,
while I sure as hell was. He smiled “Alright then”.
He pulled his
legs up onto the bed and shifted his position so he was behind me. He then put
his hands on the hem of my sweater, one hand on each side, accidentally
brushing his fingers against my bare skin, which was below my t-shirt. I
shifted at the touch, but he pretended not to notice. “Let’s take this
off, okay?” He said, while tugging at my sweater a bit. “Your shirt
will be enough, otherwise you’ll be too hot” He explained.
I?” he asked sweetly. I just nodded, too tired to suggest otherwise, but
also feeling a bit nervous at the same time. I put up my arms in the air, and
he pulled up my sweater, my t-shirt going up along with it without permission.
He took off my sweater and pulled my t-shirt down again. “Sorry” he
said. “It’s okay” I replied. I felt myself blushing again.
didn’t take his shirt off in our room, or anywhere else, for that matter. So
when I saw his bare back it startled me for a second, because damn, he looked
good. It was only for a brief moment, but I was able to see how he had a
slender figure, while still having clearly defined muscles. He honestly looked
like a painting, or like, a really detailed sketched drawing. Holy shit.
I felt Jackson
shift behind me again, and I looked around to see he had laid down on the bed.
He was lying on his side, facing me, and kept his head up with his hand, weight
resting on his arm. He smiled at me and lightly patted the empty space next to
him, indicating me to lie down too. I did, but I wasn’t sure if I should face him
or not, so I decided to lie on my back.
It was a single
bed, so there wasn’t much space for the both of us, and we basically had to
either lay very straight alongside each other and awkwardly touch from shoulder
to thigh, or cuddle to sleep somehow comfortably. I was glad Jackson opted for
the second choice.
himself closer to me and wrapped his arm around my waist, putting his other arm
that was previously supporting his head, under my neck, and pulling me even
closer to him. I couldn’t help but smile a little. I rolled over to my side to
face him, and put my hands on his chest, so I could feel his calming heartbeat.
He hugged me tightly, and put his chin on the top of my head. There was
probably room for one more person on the bed by now.
about the light” I suddenly remembered. “Fuck the light” Jackson
replied, already sounding a bit sleepy. “Jacksooonn, I can’t sleep with
the light on” I whined “Let me go and turn it off, please?”
Jackson sighed, let go of me and jumped out of the bed instead, quickly turning
off the light and returning to bed.
He found back
the exact position we were in before, and lowered his face a bit, pressing a
soft and warm kiss on my forehead. “Good night Markipooh” he mumbled
quietly, and I felt him smiling. My heart was beating like crazy and I thought
I would die right then and there. “Good night” I replied, my voice
almost completely silent.
I thought I
wouldn’t be able to sleep at all, but after a while I found myself completely
comfortable in his embrace, and I couldn’t even remember what it felt like
without him there. I wished I could just stay like this with him forever. It
was the best sleep I’d had in literally years.