This journey continues on from the first camp and contextualizes the reason for the choice of the novel Plains of Promise. As I stated in my first camp, I began my journey of law by participating in the burying of the dead, the burying of ancestors whose remains in some cases dated back 1200 years. The burying of ancestors is 'sorry business', but it is also a time of growth and increased understanding of why these people lived and how my life has in some part been dependent on their deeds, as well as how my knowledge has come through the mitochondria of the continuous matrilineal line since invasion. It is this genetic material that has allowed me to understand my Law, even though the invasionary practices then and since have tried to wipe out that memory and disallow its validity through such common law constructs as native title – a legal construct created by people who lack the legal qualifications of a Senior Law Person, let alone the in-depth understanding of the Indigenous jurisprudence. As these fake authorities sit in judgement of matters about which they have no experience other than as observers, one wonders why Aboriginal people bother with such legal operettas. While this is simply my opinion, it is also one of the sources that tries to deny me the right to know my own Law – a Law that, I believe, is far more valid in its power to validate how I should live in the continent of Australia.