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Assegaiobami wrote:Hi all. I wonder if anyone can shed some light on this. Could be something could be nothing. In 2001 we were on holiday in exmouth, our annual fishing trip. A friend and I left the husbands at camp to go and do the yardie Creek and mandu mandu gorge walk. It hadnt rained up there for a few years so the yarfie Creek was dry. We followed the markers from point to point on the walk and ended up down in the creek. We then noticed in the creek bed were piles of rocks everywhere, a group of 5 here a group of 2 there and so on. The rock stacks looked nothing like I've seen on the forum here. They were more like small pyramids, perfectly made. There were too many the length of the creek for people to make. Some were half a metre high some were small.

At first we thought who or what has made these and how perfect they all were. The rocks used were rocks from the creek bed, all smooth and round but you didn't see any holes on edge of Creek bed or near where pyramids were. I call them that as that's exactly the shape they all were. It was fascinating to say the least. We were the only ones around, we never touched any of them as we thought could we possibly be in a sacred sight area we shouldn't be in? Anyway, we mentioned to husbands when we got back but they had no clue either.

OK, 2nd thing in exmouth, the following year in 2002. A whole group of us stayed out at the yardie Creek homestead. One afternoon about 4pm the girls and I decided to go for a walk up the back of the camp as in the distance we could see what we thought was a cave and decided to go have a look. It would have been a km or 2 from site. It was on a hill, not really a cave as such, more an alcove, and boy did it stink!!!BUT, there was nothing in there, a few old bones but no carcass. It smelt like a dead roo though! ! Anyway, again I never touched anything, we sat there for a bit and realized it was getting late so started to head back to camp. This is the strange bit. The girls were just in front of me, I was walking behind looking where I was walking, and out the corner of my right eye I saw something. It was a black cat. It literally came out of nowhere, crossed in front of me looked straight at me then disappeared on my left,down a small crack in a rock that was not deep? I stopped dead in my tracks and asked the other girls if they just saw the black cat , to which they didn't.

I couldn't believe in the middle of nowhere a black cat runs across in front of me, as I sit here now I can see him plain as day, the strange thing was at the time we had a little black cat, identical to the one I saw same size, same everything. Anyway, it had me stumped, I know there are lots of feral cats out there, but of all the places I happen to see a black one, just like mine at home, in the middle of nowhere? Why not a grey feral cat, or brown, or white even? Well, the next part of this story gets even more interesting.

We got back to camp, I told my husband what I saw he didn't think much of it. The next day we decided to go home a day earlier than planned. When we got home, would you believe there was a letter from the local ranger saying that our black cat had been impounded, and had one day left for collection or he would be euthanized! !! Got him out just in time! ! Coincedence?

I had forgotten all about these events until recently when my husband started researching and learning about yowies etc. And then I remembered exmouth 2001 and 2002 . We have spoken with some local indigenous people where we live, I told them everything. The lady I spoke with believed quite possibly I was in a yowie lair, both in the creek bed and the alcove, she believed they are shape shifters, and they will let you see them if they want to. She said that particular one must have liked me as he was telling me by being the black cat, to get home, something isn't right. What are your thoughts on this? Not once did I ever feel uneasy or scared in exmouth, in the gorges or walking back to camp on dark, at peace but never afraid. My apologies for the long story but I've been busting to tell the right people who might listen seriously for years! ! Thanks so much

Assegaiobami wrote:Hi all. I wonder if anyone can shed some light on this. Could be something could be nothing. In 2001 we were on holiday in exmouth, our annual fishing trip. A friend and I left the husbands at camp to go and do the yardie Creek and mandu mandu gorge walk. It hadnt rained up there for a few years so the yarfie Creek was dry. We followed the markers from point to point on the walk and ended up down in the creek. We then noticed in the creek bed were piles of rocks everywhere, a group of 5 here a group of 2 there and so on. The rock stacks looked nothing like I've seen on the forum here. They were more like small pyramids, perfectly made. There were too many the length of the creek for people to make. Some were half a metre high some were small.

At first we thought who or what has made these and how perfect they all were. The rocks used were rocks from the creek bed, all smooth and round but you didn't see any holes on edge of Creek bed or near where pyramids were. I call them that as that's exactly the shape they all were. It was fascinating to say the least. We were the only ones around, we never touched any of them as we thought could we possibly be in a sacred sight area we shouldn't be in? Anyway, we mentioned to husbands when we got back but they had no clue either.

OK, 2nd thing in exmouth, the following year in 2002. A whole group of us stayed out at the yardie Creek homestead. One afternoon about 4pm the girls and I decided to go for a walk up the back of the camp as in the distance we could see what we thought was a cave and decided to go have a look. It would have been a km or 2 from site. It was on a hill, not really a cave as such, more an alcove, and boy did it stink!!!BUT, there was nothing in there, a few old bones but no carcass. It smelt like a dead roo though! ! Anyway, again I never touched anything, we sat there for a bit and realized it was getting late so started to head back to camp. This is the strange bit. The girls were just in front of me, I was walking behind looking where I was walking, and out the corner of my right eye I saw something. It was a black cat. It literally came out of nowhere, crossed in front of me looked straight at me then disappeared on my left,down a small crack in a rock that was not deep? I stopped dead in my tracks and asked the other girls if they just saw the black cat , to which they didn't.

I couldn't believe in the middle of nowhere a black cat runs across in front of me, as I sit here now I can see him plain as day, the strange thing was at the time we had a little black cat, identical to the one I saw same size, same everything. Anyway, it had me stumped, I know there are lots of feral cats out there, but of all the places I happen to see a black one, just like mine at home, in the middle of nowhere? Why not a grey feral cat, or brown, or white even? Well, the next part of this story gets even more interesting.

We got back to camp, I told my husband what I saw he didn't think much of it. The next day we decided to go home a day earlier than planned. When we got home, would you believe there was a letter from the local ranger saying that our black cat had been impounded, and had one day left for collection or he would be euthanized! !! Got him out just in time! ! Coincedence?

I had forgotten all about these events until recently when my husband started researching and learning about yowies etc. And then I remembered exmouth 2001 and 2002 . We have spoken with some local indigenous people where we live, I told them everything. The lady I spoke with believed quite possibly I was in a yowie lair, both in the creek bed and the alcove, she believed they are shape shifters, and they will let you see them if they want to. She said that particular one must have liked me as he was telling me by being the black cat, to get home, something isn't right. What are your thoughts on this? Not once did I ever feel uneasy or scared in exmouth, in the gorges or walking back to camp on dark, at peace but never afraid.[/color] My apologies for the long story but I've been busting to tell the right people who might listen seriously for years! ! Thanks so much

sensesonfire wrote: Without any disrespect but I would rather sit down with these folk and listen to what they have to say than the contradictory opinions out there by non-indigenous people.