The Goomeri Pointing Bone : Sequel to Dwarg in the Seventh Dimension: Dwarg in the Seventh Dimension, #2

By Tony Lourensen

Aunt Edna becomes Shaman for the Northern Nations and is presented with several quests including a convoluted call for assistance from the spirit of a Australian Ngangkari. Professor Lien, working in the Sahara Desert, has disappeared, so did a rescuer looking for him. Prof Lien turns up in the outback of Australia - Aggie and Dwarg try desperately to find out exactly what happened. Aunt Edna's spiritualism and mystic insights also become involved in these mysterious events and she resolves to travel to Australia to sort it all out - she does...yet there is still something not quite finalized in Aggie's scientific mind.
This is a sequel to Dwarg in the Seventh Dimension and one will meet new and delightful characters.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tony Lourensen
• Release date: Nov 12, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301288168

Tony Lourensen

I was a boat person who immigrated to Australia in 1952. I wasn't called a boat person then, I was called a wop, dago, spick and wog and not all that welcome by the average Australian - seems I was a threat, in that I was here to steal their jobs and their women, a hard task at age 6. I came home from my first day at a Newcastle school with bruises on arms, legs and buttocks, compliments of the teacher who was angry that I did not know the words to GOD SAVE THE QUEEN. Fifteen years later, I found myself in a hole in the ground, in the middle of a war, in the middle of South Vietnam. I had my life on the line, protecting the country which did not want me. I was now an Australian soldier - and I reckoned Australia was worth fighting for. One doesn't need true-blue blood to be an ANZAC.

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The Goomeri Pointing Bone

By Tony Lourensen

Copyright © Tony Lourensen 2012

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Table of Contents

Introduction

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

ChapterTwelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Epilogue

About the Author

Also by this Author

Introduction

Dwarg was the only Whisp to have made actual contact with the physical world. Indeed, before the now, he had been a physical entity inside Humans for 11 years and had attained valuable knowledge and information about all living creatures, the planet and the Aura. It was his Human host, Aggie Kellor, who at age 11, managed to return him to his own world.

During the course of his time with the physical, he had learnt that extra-terrestrial travellers, viruses and potential invaders were infecting the Humans. This, he discovered, could well lead to the destruction of the Planet and its Aura, a place in which he, the Whisps and the Humans existed.

Together with Slig and some other concerned Whisps, Dwarg had formulated plans to stop the intrusion of these foreigners...and to eliminate those raiders already upon the Earth.

Chapter One

It’s just another enigma of the Aura, Slig. You would have experienced the same failure trying to find me when I was in the physical. I know exactly where my former host is in relation to the planet, yet I cannot flux to her now – it’s almost like an invisible barrier that has been placed in my path.

Dwarg, your explanation of dimensions may be the key as to not being able to access or even get close to your Human host again. As I see it, one would have to be physical in the first instance. I have been able to follow Humans, seen their lives lived out and their ensuing generations grow and pass, yet cannot access even an atom of their physical world. You have proven that other worlds exist outside our own; so it would not be unreasonable to suggest that there may be other dimensions within our Aura.

That is likely to be true Slig. When physical, I read some text explaining the different dimensions as Humans saw it. It explained, as an example, of a place called Flatland and all creatures upon Flatland were flat and One Dimensional. They only knew length, forward and reverse, but in time they discovered width, left and right which they called the Second Dimension. They never knew of a thing called height, or up or down; and then one Flatlander bumped into something – it was a tall pole. He reversed, then went forward and bumped into it again. He tried going left and right again and again but this thing was still there and the Flatlander kept bumping into it. He just didn’t know to look up and see what it was; had he done so, he would have been the first to discover the Third Dimension. We know we are in the equivalent of the Humans’ Seventh Dimension, yet even now we still come up to something and bump into it, again and again, just like that Flatlander – we just don’t know how to interpret that barrier...yet.

Dwarg’s absence from Aggie Kellor was now over six Human years. He had left her a legacy of information and knowledge which, if she followed, would ensure that the planet would not denigrate at the rapid rate which it, and the Humans, were heading.

He was gratified to see that there were more and more neutral phatets being released into the Aura due to the neutron pulsing systems that his erstwhile host had developed and established. These were eagerly harvested by a certain number of Whisps who were engaged in the construction of a protective shield around the planet to keep possible invaders out. Yet Dwarg saw the Whisp body, the majority bonding group, to be seemingly quite content to just be Whisps in the Aura – disinterested and neutral.

"Dwarg, there are times when your information makes me vibrate. I cannot help but almost feel some Human emotion to hear some of your exploits in the physical. I also cannot help but feel that you wish to return to your female Human; you realize of course that such a feeling is purely a characteristic of a Human’s emotion, certainly not one belonging to a Whisp?"

"You are right of course Slig. These emotions are powerful and I can see how important they are in the life of a Human. I even question my own satisfaction as to being a Whisp – before the now, nothing ever happened; we had no purpose – we were just there – we existed and were satisfied, and apart from experiencing Swirl Chaos, that was that. Now things are happening, I’ve done things, planned things, organised and educated more Whisps, and it seems I can’t simply be the same Whisp as I once was. How ya gonna keep ‘em down on the farm, after they’ve seen Paree?.so to speak."

Even though I cannot understand your Human influenced response, I understand the influence must be strong with you Dwarg. Your adventures carry memories for yourself as an individual – you are aware that the body will not fail to notice this unusual, if not altered state?

"Slig, they can kiss my burro. If they are not prepared to evolve, they should be left behind of the now."

Slig was very concerned at Dwarg’s position. After all, Whisps are, in the first instance, a body comprising all; it is unusual to see Whisps group away from each other for reasons of disharmony. Yes, Slig thought, like it or not, Whisps were on some path of evolvement.

Dwarg, I have to say something. You say that extra-Aura visitors have entered our world, and some have infected the Humans which in turn put them on a path of unnatural evolvement. You, yourself have played a part, albeit for our benefit and protection. Now we see that you have returned to our world and are placing us on a similar path. Could we not say that perhaps you are, or have been, infected?

I have been vexed by this suggestion since my return Slig. The only way to prove that I am pure, would be to have another Whisp flux with me to the physical and confirm or deny any such infection.

Such decision has already been agreed to by the body, during your absence in the physical. All that was required was your proposition; and now we have it.

"The body is more tenacious with its vigilance than I had surmised Slig. I must withdraw my disapproval and accept the all. To learn of such tests and trials strengthens my respect. You will come with me Slig?"

Of course Dwarg ; it has already been approved. And, should all your reports of intruders be accurate, the body requires that we seek out, and if necessary, destroy all such aliens. If that requires the expiration of Humans in the process, let it be so.

Do you think I may be infected Slig?

Only with those things you have brought with you from the physical. Some of those Human emotions obviously transcend all filters and barriers within the Aura. Your possession of some of these are interesting, however I do not conclude that they are likely to be of any threat to Whisps – unless of course, that we be made to kiss burros.

That comment, as you must know, is of Human humour; I must vibrate until that thought passes. Both Dwarg and Slig vibrated in unison and fluxed great distances, much to the notice of seemingly disinterested Whips.

Slig, if we are to enter the physical world, I cannot accurately determine if the dimension in which I entered before, will be exactly the same, but by my reckoning and fluxing around the planet, all seems to correlate that it will be on the timeline from when I left.

And our Human hosts?

I am certain that the Human Aggie Kellor will accept me again. You will have to group with me until such opportunities arise where we can separate and begin our purging of dangerous extra-aural intruders off the planet.

Dwarg, have you calculated what means, what weapons, what actions we have to take to do all this?

"I have found that the most important characteristics, in the make-up of the Humans, comprise a sense of survival, followed by a desire and need to reproduce. I spent some time in a new born Human and although it could not survive on its own at the start of its life, there was an extremely strong instinct to advance. It is in their basic design – other characteristics within their DNA seem to be less important at that stage. As you know, Human emotions are exceptionally complicated and confounding. There are other things that I have not been able to grasp – their use of wavelengths and rays and their digital technology. This is where we will have to undertake our quest with caution and use, as far as possible, the Humans’ physical powers to our advantage."

Dwarg, should we be detected, will the Humans have the means to overpower us?

In the physical world, I’m certain of it.

So who will be our first target?

Before I left the physical, I noted some Humans, still in existence, who I believe are infected with alien entities. There may have been more since my departure. One is named Stephen Hawkins, another named Albert Gore, one Newt Gignrich, and a deceiver named Peter Jackson. There may also be an unusual entity inside a Human male, named Theodore Kaczynski.

Dwarg did not admit that he also tried to track down a possible virus in a Human named Harry Potter, only to discover that again, it was a false and non-existing Human, invented by a Human for the eager and credulous minds of other Human dreamers and actors.

-oOo-

A group of fluxing Whisps came to report; "Another rocket is due to leave the Aura two Human weeks from the now – the body group is preparing for another Swirl Chaos. This may be the opportunity for your exit; do you intend to wrap yourselves around their machine and travel with it?"

Dwarg replied, "I believe we should attach ourselves to it just as it pushes through the boundary. We should see if there is any disruption or damage to our growing phatet shield in that area and see if there will be any after effects from the Swirl Chaos. When we go beyond the limit boundary, it is essential that we limit our physical size so as not to be discovered by the Humans – we will have to seek an opportunity to enter one of them. Slig, there will be interesting times ahead of the now."

Feelings of emotion were in general a Human trait, however, Slig did vibrate in anticipation.

Chapter Two

Something was not quite right with his son Alex. It was fair to say that Archie Bentley was a doting father who was very concerned and thought about giving Oskar a call. He could not put his finger on exactly what was wrong, but there was definitely a problem. The medics at NASA had given Alex a full medical clearance after touchdown and quarantine, yet the son he had known for twenty two years was, different; somehow. Alex had always been the life of the party, sometimes embarrassingly extroverted, lively and a bit of a thrill seeker. What Archie saw now was a quiet young man, constantly deep in thought who preferred to stay in his room alone. It was almost as if a part of him (the socially active) had been taken away and replaced by a gloomy and sombre attitude. He didn’t want to resume those nightly chats on the balcony with his father, who so looked forward to that quality time together each day.

People would ring the house, Hi Archie, is Alex around? and Alex always seemed to have an excuse for not talking with them. Archie had only spoken to Alex about his moodiness once, only to be told in no uncertain terms that he just wanted to be left alone...but he would try again.

Alex, can you at least tell me if you’re going back to work at NASA? they have been calling.

I don’t think so dad; need to get my head together; sorry I’m so sulky. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Ever since the shuttle landed, I’ve been feeling like shit. I’ve had a full check-up and there’s nothing out of the ordinary, medical wise. The Base shrink asked me a few questions and she couldn’t find anything wrong either.

There’s always old Oskar replied Archie, hoping that Alex would at least consider the option.

-oOo-

Oskar Bruin believed in fairies, dreams and incantations. Given the fact that he was regarded as a bit of a harmless eccentric, some people could not deny that he did seem to possess a marvellous gift of healing, using very peculiar methods. He always seemed to have this power, even as a kid. Not many people knew of his background and just assumed that he was an orphan, struggling through life by himself. Yes, he was known to be in trouble with the law quite often, but there was never violence, injury or a victim involved.

Quite by accident, the State Attorney had come up with something interesting about Oskar Bruin. The Louisiana Governor’s Department had discovered he was one of a number of babies who became known in Australia as the stolen generation. He had been sent to loving adoptive parents in the USA for a better life, and, in the words of those narrow minded do-gooders, "away from the savage, hostile and heathen ways of his family and tribe." At that time, the evangelists could not understand why his biological (and primitive) single mother was unhappy; indeed, ungracious that her son was being taken away to a better place...after all, his skin was much too fair. That was many, many years ago and it was only in the last few weeks that the Australian government had contacted him, through the State, with offers of compensation. There was even an offering of an all expenses paid trip to the place of his birth, where he may be reunited with his long lost and forgotten family, if in fact, they were able to be traced.

The truth was that Oskar had closed his mind to his past. All this was interesting but from what little research he did do, he found that there was no known remaining family. Over the years, most of the tribe had just wondered off without a trace, away from the protection of those well meaning yet controlling officials. He never knew he was adopted and at age seven, he ran away from his god-botherin parents in Minnesota and slowly worked and found his way to New Orleans. He was a young rebellious kid who reckoned he could take on the world single handed. Oskar inwardly felt that there was no real connection with his folks up north. His memories of babyhood came only in his dreams, and these dreams were not of the homestead in Minnesota; they were of a place far away; the land of the Dreaming.

He declined the offer of the trip back to Australia; however the cash grant he accepted immediately – he had debts to pay, especially to the bondsman to avoid yet another stint at the Bridge City Correctional Centre. Booze, drugs and questionable voodoo practices were among the factors leading him to spend a major part of his life in care or behind bars. However, age was catching up with him and saw him become somewhat of a recluse. He lived in a shack, not too far from the city, yet far enough for some seclusion and privacy.

-oOo-

What’s with all the new artefacts on your wall Oskar? asked Archie, boomerangs, spears, and look here, a crocodile skin?

Ya man... me roots. Ah’m Australian Aboriginal doen’t ya know. Look at dem books ‘n magazines, maps, leaterwork, ‘n some dot paintings dat ‘ave ta frame. Ah been sent all dis stuff from all sorts of peoples ‘n folk from down under; ‘ere, guess wat dis is Arch?

It’s furry and leathery, looks like a little bag of some type.

Ya, it’s a coin purse made offa da scrotum offen a kangaroo. Archie place it down gingery and gave an involuntary little whistle.

They had known each other for many years now, yet Oskar was never one to engage in small talk. OK man, wat’s da deal? Ya still git dem da dizzy spells?

No Oskar, it’s about Alex – there’s something wrong with him – he’s gone all quite and withdrawn. NASA reckons there’s nothing wrong, but I’m worried about him, never seen him like this before. He explained about the moodiness and depression.

Aha, e’s fallen in love, old friend; noting shooer; e’s got a bad case a da blues; dat will be twenty bucks if’n ya please.

Old buddy, I only wish that was it. When he does talk to me, he doesn’t even know himself as to what’s wrong. He won’t even talk to his girlfriends or his other close friends; just locks himself away and its gloom and doom. He’s also off his food. I just don’t know what to do about it; I know he’ll hit the roof if I told NASA that there is a problem with him.

Ya tink ‘e’ll a jaw wit me?

I did ask him, but he wouldn’t commit. But I’m thinking...tomorrow night is meatloaf and homebrew on the veranda. Care to pop in for dinner? No charge.

Humm Archie’s meatloaf; OK, Ah’ll make da effort to struggling down da way – ya did say homebrew, didn’t ya cobber?

Er, yes Oskar...cobber?

"Yep mate, its Aussie verdacalar for friend. Fair dinkum, you Yanks, ya need to git out more."

No damn Yankees down here pal. Seriously though Oskar, please no coloured stones and feathers or jingle jangles, Alex will not be a happy chappie to see that I’ve gone behind his back.

-oOo-

Archie was thrilled to see Alex come out of his room and flop himself on a deckchair – he didn’t want any of his father’s meatloaf, but did sip a little moonshine. Hello Uncle Osk, fancy you being here – no prizes guessing how come.

Tell ya wat young Lexie, Ah got priorities. First da booze, den da meat, and den ya’ll. Ya can’t blame ol Oskar for showen some interest. Jist look a ya’ll; a’n lower dan a witchetty grub’s doodle.

Alex managed a little smile; he knew how much he owed Oskar. For most of his life, Osk had been there for him. They shared some secrets; please don’t tell my Dad, Unc – I promise I’ll pay you back or I’ve given the principal your address to send the report to. When conventional medicine failed, old Uncle Osk would do some hocus pocus and quick as a wink, all health returned. Alex never questioned Osk’s methods or talents.

On one occasion, it looked like Alex may fail the final few tests at the Space Academy when a number of serious bouts of flu overtook him. Had it not been for the bathing in the smokes that Osk organized, he may well still be, a want-to-be astronaut to this day. Alex was aware that there was no logical substance in what Osk was doing, yet, somehow, things always came out right.

It may have been peer pressure or a need to avoid embarrassment, that Alex began to shun old Oskar; certainly since his graduation (with honours). This was also a factor that recently deepened the depression.

Lexie, ‘ave a gander at dis ‘ere tingy. Oskar threw over a small yellowing tapering tube. It had some strings of what could have been human hair, attached to the blunt end with a blob of brown resin. Alex caught it over his head and examined it.

OK Unc, I give up.

"Dat me boy, is da latest and greatest giggermethingy ‘n guider on da planet; well dat’s accordin to da note. Only git it a few days ago from Australia, from da daughter of a now dead Ngangkari; ya know, a medicine man; a healer. Doent know wat it’s called, so Ah named it da Goomeri Pointing Bone; Goomeri was da postmark on da pack it come on in. Note don’t say much, says it will come back. Ah never used it before and Ah’m a lookin for a guinea pig?"

How does it work?

Stuffed if’n Ah know Lexie. It’s made from bone; but I don’t tink it’s one a dem pointing bones for curses and bad luck; healers never use dem. Ah tink it’s for pointing for a sometin else. Jist lay it along ya finger and wrap da cord over a couple a times. Yep, dat’s it. Now do ya feel anytin boy?

Nothing; well maybe a little stupid.

Hmm, try moving ya hand around a bit, hmm try turning ya arm ‘n finger in every direction... still nix?

Not really Unc, well unless I point this way, then I get a little warm feeling... this way no... this way no...back this way, yes a little warm feeling in my forehead – what do I do now Unc?

Hey cobber, ya’ll da world famous pilot ‘n astronaut, plot ya own course.

Alex stood up and moved his arm from place to place. Archie and Oskar followed him as he took several steps along the veranda and then entered the lounge room.

Don’t know what’s happening guys, but I seem to be on a trail to something. Dad, you remember telling me of how a shark finds its prey by swimming inside something like a sensing cone? It swims from side to side within the cone to remain on track, and then finally it narrows in to the point of its food? This is something like that; I just keep pointing from side to side and find where the warmth is touching me. See, it’s leading me to this wall.

Archie whispered to Oskar, "Shit buddy, tell me you didn’t rub some LSD or magic chemical on that bone did you?"

Aw mate, ‘ow can ya even tink dat? No, dis is ridgy didge; anyhoo, just a look at Lexie, he’s a movin, and even a smilin.

They both followed Alex and saw him stop in front of a large map of the Continental USA. They all peered at the spot on the map where Alex had placed his finger; Putney, Vermont. "Are you going to tell me that your Goomeri thingy wants me to go there?"

Yip.

Dad?..Dad.?

I don’t know what to say Alex, honest, I don’t know. Do you have any feelings about going up there? And what the hell would be the reason anyway?

Aw come on now Dad, there’s something else isn’t there? I can read your face Pappy; out with it.

Darned if that’s just a co-incidence Alex, but two days ago there was a message on the answering machine; someone wanted to talk to you, a girl. She was one of a few that rang for you – remember? You didn’t feel like talking to anyone that day; you just wanted to be a sad sack in your room. The point is, I looked at the phone display and saw that the call from was Putney, Vermont. I erased it.

"Don’t exactly know dad, but I tell you something, I’m feeling a lot better, like a load has been lifted off me. Reckon I’ll put my faith in Uncle Osk and take a little trip up into the deep North and see what and why. Any of that meatloaf left dad? I’m a hankering for some good eatens, and oh yes, some more of your Revenuers Revenge."

Would you like me to tag along son? I know you are a space engineer, but you still don’t know how to change a flat tire.

"Dad, this will be a voyage of discovery for me and I feel it’s up to me to see where it leads. Anyway, I’ve got Roadside Assist. Hmm, one never knows, may just meet up with that gorgeous redhead mechanic after I last broke down – still have her number here somewhere. Anyways I have to pack, I’ll be off in the morning Dad, could you give my boss a call and tell him I’m going on a road trip – and you’d better tell him not to write me off the project just yet. Goodnight Unc, thanks for the guidance – as usual. Oh come