Acorns from Oak Trees: Lifetimes of Karma

By Jyotika Ellwood

Acorns from Oak Trees, Lifetimes of Karma explores the concept of reincarnation and the age old saying, ‘what goes around comes around.’

This second book also examines Astrology, Numerology and Palmistry, divination tools that hold esoteric wisdom into the phenomenon of past lives and karma. It is designed to help people to overcome their fears and phobias, relationship difficulties, health problems, and blockages in such areas as abundance and creativity.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press AU
• Release date: May 28, 2021
• ISBN: 9781982290641

Jyotika Ellwood

Jyotika Haynes was born and raised in India. She has lived all over the world, Korea, Singapore, Malaysia, Taiwan, U.S.A. and U.K. While living in an Ashram in the Himalayas, she studied under the guidance of Swami Umeshranand. She is a yoga teacher, having trained at the International Yoga Training College in Varanasi, India. She runs LakshmiBai Ashram, School of Meditation and Yoga in Perth, Australia.

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CONTENTS

Ken’s Story

Acorns From Oak Trees, Lifetimes Of Karma

This Lifetime

Re-Incarnation

Story Of Saint Francis Of Assisi.

When We Feel Blessed, We Cannot Feel Stress

Kala Puja

Life Comes From Life.

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KEN’S STORY

In August of 1985 I was working with an exploration drilling company, Weber Drilling, searching for oil in the Great Sandy Desert of Western Australia, we were in an area about 100 kilometers north east of Marble Bar and 25 kilometers from Callawa Station on a road that linked up to the Wapet Track. The Wapet Track runs from 30 kilometers south of Sandfireplains Roadhouse,300 kilometers north of Port Hedland, out to Lake Dora in the Great Sandy Desert, about 500 kilometers away and is served well by regular water wells along the track but is narrow and rough in places.

After drilling two exploration wells out near Lake Dora, we moved the rig closer toward Callawa Station to drill the third well this was to be the last in this area before moving to Geraldton for more work there.

The weather at this time of the year is warm but cool nights so altogether quite pleasant, good conditions to work in and the drilling progressed quickly and without incident. I was the drilling supervisor at the time so appreciated the fact everything was running smoothly as it gave me time to look around the surrounding area. It was an area of flat- topped mesas with extensive flat plains and occasional gullies washed out by the rain with beautiful colours of reds through to white in places. I had been told that Callawa Station was given to and managed by the Martu People, as this area was rich in their history and very symbolic to them and, in fact we had occasional visits from people travelling through to Marble Bar and then back to the Lake Dora area.

Talking to a local from Marble Bar he told me there was a lot of caves with indigenous rock art around the place, so I decided next time I had an opportunity I would go out and have a look to see if I could find some. A few days later we were waiting on a cement job to set so took my chance and drove down the road to a group of hills I had seen off the road about ten kilometers away it was early afternoon and with the suns shadow I could make out a couple of caves in the distance, more like large overhangs than caves, but they looked promising, so I turned off the road and drove about a kilometer towards them. I then walked the rest of the way, grateful for my work boots, as the spinifex was quite dense and as most know very sharp spines on the bushes. As I got closer, I realized the cave was quite large it was up a small rise to the overhang area but easy to climb.

When I entered the area of the cave it was about 15 meters long and varied in depth to 7 or 8 meters, the back walls were covered in paintings of people, kangaroos, emus, and all sorts of other animals still very sharp in detail with no fading apparent it was as if they had just been done. I guess the north facing aspect had sheltered them from the elements.

Looking around I noticed a grinding stone among the other rocks, as well as a place where the fire was surrounded by stones, as the area is well populated by kangaroos and other animals for food, I guess this shelter had been in use by the Aboriginal tribes for a long time.

I left this main cave and checked out a couple more not too far away but found no further evidence of them being used so returned and decided to bring the grinding stone with me, it was quite heavy, and I was happy to get back to the vehicle.

Over the next week, I went back to the main cave three times and searched many other promising overhangs in vain, there was always something wrong, not facing the correct way, not deep enough etc. etc. therefore not used by any tribe.

We left the area shortly after and I brought the stone back with me to Perth. I have not had the opportunity to return to the cave since but can still picture the place quite clearly.

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ACORNS FROM OAK TREES,

LIFETIMES OF KARMA

Ken showed me the stone and he placed it in the backyard near the swimming pool amongst some other stones.

Three years later we sold that house in Darlington and built a home in High Wycombe, Western Australia and with all the excitement of the new home, we moved and forgot the stone!

Fifteen years passed and then one day Ken said to me I wish we had brought the stone with us from Darlington. I said, What stone? He said, ‘The Aboriginal grinding stone.’

I suggested we go back to the house in Darlington and ask the new owners if we could have it back if it was still there! Ken said, Oh we can’t do that.

I decided to go on my own and have a go at getting the stone back to our present home.

I rang the doorbell, and a man opened the door, I told him who I was and that my husband Ken and I had built that house and when we moved, we forgot to take a stone that Ken had found in Marble Bar and could I please take it now.

He said, I saw the stone when we first came here, and I knew it was different and I wondered why it had been left behind, yes you are welcome to take it.

I brought the stone to a new location at the back of our house in High Wycombe where Ken placed it in the fork under a huge Jarrah tree.

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About two weeks after we had the stone back a friend of mine, Jane, was sitting near the Jarrah tree waiting for the meditation class to begin and she came to me and asked me the name of the CD I was playing, she said it sounded like Aboriginal didgeridoo music. I told her I was not playing any music at the time, nor did I have any Aboriginal instrumental music. She was a bit amazed because she said she heard it quite clearly!

A few days later two other women told me they heard music in the same spot that sounded like the music Jane had heard!

The following Monday after the meditation class a young man named Marco said he saw an Aboriginal man looking in at the window and asked if I had any Aboriginal people coming to my meditation classes, I said No. Then he added that this Aboriginal man had white markings on his forehead!

I started to get a bit concerned, my meditation classes were for relaxing and healing the mind, I did not want them to become sessions of strange experiences!

Then a week later another woman saw Aboriginal dancers come up to her and it gave her such a fright she had to go outside!

I now associated the stone with all these unusual occurrences because before I brought the stone and Ken placed it in the backyard at our High Wycombe home nothing like this had happened. I had read and heard that Aboriginal people did not like any sacred objects to be removed from their location, maybe all those years ago Ken had done the wrong thing by bringing the stone to our place in Darlington, some 1476kms south of Marble Bar?

I decided to get some advice from one of the Aboriginal Elders I had worked with some years before whilst putting together a program to promote Aboriginal culture for primary school students. I phoned his number only to be told by his daughter that he was out, but she took my phone number and said he would call me back, which he did, within the hour, and what he told me blew me away!

The Elder, Ken Colbung, (Nundjan Djiridjakin) spiritual leader and senior clan leader of the Bibulmun tribe, told me that when Ken was in Orissa, India; at this point I almost dropped the phone, how did he have this information? Apart from the people who Ken had worked for not many others would have known that Ken spent a brief time working in Orissa, and I certainly had not given this Elder that information, there was no need too I had phoned to