Origins, or What, How and Why (And How It All Began)...
When I was a small child, there was absolutely no sign that I would ever develop interests (which, in time, would grow into a passion) which would have anything to do with things described by a majority of adults as "rubbish", "nonsense" and "childishness". Well, perhaps way back then I had been more mature and wiser than in my later years, perhaps it only got worse in time...
Perhaps... But maybe it was not so. Maybe the older I got, the more years – and experience – I gained, the more I thought about the meaning of life, its purpose, about who we are, where we are going to and what our true origins are... And the "truths" that we have been fed (and continue to be fed) by science and religion have, at some stage, begun to interest me less and less... I knew, after all, that it was not within science or religion that I would find answers to the questions that bothered me.
I first became interested in the "unknown", or the "unrecognised" when I was approximately 12 years of age. In awe I watched the-then Polish TV programmes devoted to the subject and I read texts of those journalists who tackled the problem. Having familiarised myself with such programmes, documentaries or books I increasingly felt that most of those "strange" phenomena, beings or things were not just a legend but real descriptions, albeit frequently distorted or disguised; that life was something more than us, here, on the planet Earth, dealing with our everyday affairs; that people were not aware of so many things because they didn’t want to, because they didn’t understand, because they didn’t have the time, but perhaps also because they were not told about those things... I increasingly wanted to find out what lay beyond the horizon, not just the literal, physical one that makes one keen to travel, but also beyond the symbolic horizon of cognition, knowledge, consciousness, the modern, ordered and "matrix-like" world... I was convinced that there was a deeper, bigger mystery behind it all, a deeper meaning...
That feeling was by no means limited to phenomena such as UFOs, but extended to things existing on our own planet: creatures unknown to science (cryptozoology), ancient prehistory of humanity, extremely old tunnels, temples, pyramids, lost civilisations... Too much to list it all.
And so I grew up, making an ostensible impression of being rather serious, settled-down and having my feet relatively well (though not always firmly) fixed on the ground. But deep inside me there grew a marvel at the world, a marvel at all its enigmas, but also an amazement and wonder at how science seems to ridicule, deprecate, belittle, negate all these mysteries or weed them out from the public consciousness. Anyone who was passionate about learning and experiencing something more than worldly everyday affairs, anyone who dared ask inconvenient questions, seemed to be either a harmless idiot with a slightly twisted mentality or a senile individual. In the eyes of most people to whom I ever mentioned about my passions, I must have probably joined the ranks of those senile and harmless loonies while other people never even knew about my non-standard passion...
With changes in the political system there appeared a possibility for a free travel. At the same time, in 1994, I found employment in a company that paid for my job well enough to enable me to finally realize my travel dreams. My initial trips (to Africa) were purely as a tourist and globetrotter. But at a certain point in time I realised that it might be worth trying to research and be fascinated with those invisible horizons of cognition not just at home, behind a computer screen, a desk, a book or a TV set, but also locally in a given country.
That is how, one August day in 2008, I have found myself in Solomon Islands.
Before I continue and before you may want to click on the remaining links, basic questions remain to be answered: Why Solomon Islands? What is there so mysterious or worth investigating in Solomon Islands? What made me set up this Internet site? What makes me continually think about organizing an expedition to the region?
It all began some afternoon in 2006 or 2007. Browsing the Internet for some information, I stumbled upon an article penned by a Marius Boirayon. This Australian of French origin described things so incredible, so unusual, so unreal that in any regular individual they must arouse disbelief, a shrug, a forgiving or pitiful smile...
Strange, mysterious lights that chased the natives, hairy giants inhabiting the mountainous jungle interior of some islands (later I have also learned about "small people" called Kakamora), mysterious ruins... Anyway, do read Marius Boirayon’s article. The original English site no longer exists, and the reasons for its closure may be pretty prosaic, although they may also stem directly from the contents of the article... But more about it later.
Initially I have accepted those "revelations" with a large measure of scepticism. It was simply too fantastic to be true!
Soon, however, I began being haunted by doubts... Or, shall I say, I stopped being haunted by them. In any case I started pondering deeply over this issue.
Boirayon may have been telling the truth, embellishing things a bit, overstating them, or be downright blatantly lying, but there only existed one way of finding out: find myself in Solomon Islands! Obviously I would not be my normal self if I did not want to find out something more about the subject: where do those lights appear? What are they? What do those giant creatures look like and where do they live? Can we put it all among fables? Is the knowledge about “Dragon Snakes” so popular? How to differentiate between the grain and the chaff, tell the truth – even distorted – from complete fiction? How to prove to myself – and to the world – that we are either dealing here with some masterly mystification, lies and manipulation or with things that philosophers were not dreaming about?
Contrary to the vast majority of sceptics and "rationalists" on the one hand, and "armchair researchers" on the other, I knew that it was impossible to verify the account of the Australian from behind a desk or a computer screen. For the phenomena, beings and places that he describes defy any logical thought processes and analyses. Those phenomena, beings and places either exist or they don’t, and that is the only certain thing that can be said about them without getting up from one’s own chair or armchair. If they do not exist, then it would simply mean that Boirayon is just a liar looking for cheap thrills, but how does one verify the LACK of existence of anything? After all, absence of evidence is no evidence of absence! If, on the other hand, something weird does really exist over there, then a response to the question about WHAT exactly those phenomena, beings and places are can ONLY be obtained (or at least attempted) through a visit in Solomon Islands. Which is why it has become such an imperative to go there! But how and for how much?
I had been saving money for several years, preparing myself to the trip, reading whatever I could about that exotic and God-forsaken (not so good) and tourist-forlorn (very good!) country. A real breakthrough has only appeared, however, when a certain gentleman (some people know who I mean, to others it just doesn’t matter) has partly sponsored my trip (or should I say: our trip, as I will explain in a moment) by purchasing the London-Australia leg of the flight for me, i.e. the most expensive section of the whole air trip between Warsaw and Honiara. This has largely reduced the costs and finally made it possible to go to Solomon Islands.
And so, on 14 August 2008, together with my girlfriend Anna (who in the meantime, having watched pictures and documentaries from and about Solomon Islands became fascinated with the country, preferring however a decisively more vacation-like character of the trip to its research and investigative aspect which must have led to a compromise of some kind and that is why we both feel a slight insufficiency) we have embarked on a journey to the other end of the world to put our feet on the Solomon land.
The rest is history, as they say, but it is exactly thanks to that "rest" that you can read these pages and it is that rest which is the reason why, since coming back from "the place that time forgot" (as Solomon Islands have come to be known), I constantly keep thinking about an expedition to those regions...
And this report contains everything we have seen and heard in Solomon Islands.