The Australian Aborigines (Koories) tell of a time, or a place/time out-of-Time, known as Alcheringa - the Dreamtime.
This is where/when the creators and the heros lived, when men could change into animals, and animals could change into men. It was when the land around us was given its shape and the laws and traditions were laid down.
The Dreamtime is still with us, and if we are properly attuned we can take part in the Dreaming.
There are many Dreamtime (Alcheringa) stories, and many more versions of all those stories. What follows is my personal variation on one of the Rainbow Serpent stories.
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A long time ago, in the Dreamtime, before there were men or animals, plants or any other thing, there was the Rainbow Serpent which was the mother of us all.
She moved around in the darkness before there was the sun and the moon in the sky, and created mountain ranges, and deep channels where her great body wound its way.
Where she thrashed her tail great rifts appeared, and there were great hollows where her body had lain sleeping.
After a time, the Rainbow Serpent decided that it was time to create life for the world. So at the place called Uluru (Ayers Rock), she gave birth.
She gave birth to the Frog tribe and the Kingfisher tribe. But the Kingfisher people
couldnt see to fly and the Frog people didnt have any water to live in.
The Rainbow serpent told the Kingfisher people what they must do. The Kingfisher flew up into the sky and shot down at the Rainbow Serpents head, splitting it asunder with his long, sharp beak.
Out of her stomach leaped all the animal tribes of the world, and all the spirit beings.
The sun leaped up into the sky to light the world for the tribes, and the moon jumped up to take his place in the night sky.
The Frog tribe started singing with delight as the blood of the Serpent flowed out of her body and into the channels cut by her travels, and into the deep chasms to become the sea.
The vibrant rainbow-coloured scales of the Serpent flew up into the bright sky to become a flock of rainbow lorikeet tribe, and the image of her colours was left on the sky as the rainbow, the reminder to all the tribes of their common mother.