What in the world could a spiritual suicide be? What sort of rubbish statement is that?

It’s a question I could have easily asked myself thirty years ago, but not now.

Now I am a convert.

Converted to what?

Well, I really don’t know but it is something spiritual.

In the early 1990’s I was on an Aboriginal community in Arnhem Land watching my wife collect archaeological data from the Elders for her doctorate.