Sandy lands back in Kanak

Thursday October 17 2013

Dearest Lillian Web Wing
How’s Panther Pus … last I heard … she was sick
Evidently I’ve been in Bargaloo while you’ve been in Kanak doing God knows what!

Don’t feel sorry for Antoin … he would have been hit by a chunk of metal if it hadn’t been for Panther Pus … and who knows what could have happened to Panther Puss or her whereabouts had it not been for Antoin’s dangerously out of control tooth abscess. 

sigh … demolition of the fruits and veggies shop was sad … I saw it the next day. It looked like a bombing site!  I vicariously involved myself in the  refurbishment of the new shop … and witnessed the most tragic occurrence … introduction of really stupid uniforms for the cashiers…that’s when I left.

You mentioned that you had broken some of your ribs and that you had to work like a slave for three days  scraping mould of old refrigerators  and other types of really shitty jobs when you were half dead … and that you were virtually Antoin’s prisoner and his slave.  Wow … that’s too bad Lilly.

Next time you walk into a steel pole. Don’t look back.

Anyhoo’s I’m back in  Kanak ... again … trying to facilitate some kind of mutual fascination connection. I’ve started a Strange Ways learning program and am currently in cohoots with others like myself  … strangers and the very strange.

Just the other days … walking around Kanak … I was reminded of that day … nearly three years ago … the sun was so bright that day …and city walk had been transformed into big market square with heaps of stalls selling homemade cakes, cookies, jars of relish, pickles, crocheted items, second books, plants, clothes, the usual crafty things etc … I remember asking one of the stall holders … what was the occasion ?  She told me the market was a regular Saturday morning event and had been for years. 
But not in my timeline … many Saturday mornings have come and gone before and since then and I have not seen it since ... or before then.

Something like that has happened again Lily!  In Civic Square … a few days ago I happened to notice that a new vegetarian take way establishment had opened on the corner of the Central Plaza Building.

The nice lady who made my vegetarian hot dog … and one for Bandy hoots too … told me that the takeaway opened either one month ago or six weeks ago. Those were her words. Yet I remember being there very recently … less than a month ago and not seeing a vegetarian café there. It’s not that I didn’t notice it… it’s that I noticed … as usual … an empty space. All the shops in the Plaza Arcade are unoccupied and have been for a long time. 

Years ago during my retro rayban sunglasses phase … I used to frequent the sunglass shop on the upper level of the plaza arcade.  It was the best rayban shop in town and the proprietor – a rayban enthusiast and specialist was a very nice gentleman. 

In those days the Plaza Arcade was a hive of activity. A designer shop that sold unusual flouncy dresses was an established business there…much in the same way that Millers of Manuka is to Manuka or the Down Town Milk Bar is to the Cinema and the coffee shops. 

By happenstance this dress shop was a favourite of Marine’s. Marine wore one of those dresses to a party at Vesslies very modern, very stylish apartment … the night she hooked up with Ricardo … an English gentleman who had once lived in Africa and a known associate of Colonial émigré’s … but I am digressing … 

About the Plaza Arcade … When did it change?   Ever so slowly and unnoticeably it had morphed into the abode of a dangerous temptress. A notorious crosswise vampire temptress had evidently cornered the abode and turned it into an instrument for creating crosswire chaos for her own very peculiar purposes.

As for how this turn of events affects me personally … it doesn’t … it was an out of bounds type of place and I knew not to go there without knowing why or how.  Sooo not so long ago … I noticed the entrance to it … and I remembered it and the face of the questionable lady … gothic and seriously sucking on a lollipop. Sooo me and Bandyhoots decided to investigate … being very nonchalant about it and not the least suspicious or dubious.

Some of you who might have noticed me then or had gone looking for me or who are running away from me and or towards me … some of you will try to imagine this and some of you will say … ah yes I remember … the blonde hairwig, the dark glasses, the little black dress and others will remember my cousin “it” while others can only recollect a vague memory of a creature resembling… possibly disguised … a blanket of tripe coverall with rayban accessory type of eyes.

Lily … the main thing I wanted to talk to you about … is how close we came … the closest we could ever be … barring an atom smashing incident … is that how it started … not with a bomb but with an experiment?

There have been a variety of curious experiences and coincidences that I have not included in my special reports and letters to either you or the people I work for or against. Now if I can just collect my thoughts and place them in coherent order.

A few months ago I had one of those dreams that was so vivid it felt real … I saw a  planetoid very much like how I imagine Earth would have looked like when our solar system was forming… this planetoid was a perfectly round  sphere of boiling lava bubbling up between a network of tectonic plates of black rock. Black and red … just like the object I snapped with my camera at Lake Cargelligo … which I don’t have because I lost that camera.

In my dream I saw this planetoid come toward earth and not actually hit it …rather come within about three metres of hitting it and then stop so that it hovered above our planet and did not actually smash into it as you would expect.

One night coming back from Maya’s house a few months ago … I saw a huge comet streak across the sky … if it hit Kanak and wiped it out … it’s already ancient history.

I  took a picture of an orb that was so big it filled the night sky and of another that was blue and green like planet  earth.  Was I experiencing or seeing these momentous events one step removed … so it’s always business as usual in Kanak. Evidently this must have happened to a planet I was living on and was perhaps so sudden and unexpected and total, by the time any of us  figured out what happened, it’s ancient history.  In Kanak …time passes without any concept of time passing or awareness of how much time has passed.

Perhaps the ultimate end game in any atom smashing experiment is a planets smashing into each other episode. By the time you realize what the ramifications are … it just happened. 

This smash up possibly fixed or will fix any more rips. I have to say this little problem follows me everywhere I go … sometimes manifesting as orbs, or a sudden fall … finding oneself surrounded by lizard men or on a spaceship with grey aliens.  Feeling like you are being sucked into a black hole in one location while atom bomb testing is occurring in another. Underground for instance … in the Pacific Ocean or at outback Maralinga …such as occurred in the seventies and eighties.

Exchanging microbes with a school friend or a stranger on a bus opens up a mine field of possibilities both good and bad and profoundly life changing.

Some interactions, seemingly mundane and pedestrian or just plain annoying are space folding events … how can you tell? It was and still is all so innocuous.

Then there’s the problem of suddenly having to deal with alien consciousness’s in your own home … like your mum or your dad or your dad’s second wife … a husband’s foreign mistress or some stranger you met on the highway.

Losing touch with people on your wavelength is fraught with tears and confusion … likewise … having to share your abode with creatures that are out of synch with you can be downright dangerous and scary or just horribly confusing like when your husband or your boyfriend suddenly turns and you don’t know why.

I know for sure that mosquitos and humans are a mismatch. And some poisonous snakes have a habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. A spider out of synch with your timeline can assume vast and monstrous proportions. Imagine a generation of people born with the consciousness of an insectoid race because of a mismatch occurring way back when. CHAOS. 

Being unable to relate to the people who are supposedly related to you or close to you is bad enough… as you would know Lily.  Being unable to connect with nearly everybody is wearing and frustrating. Not being able to fit into the society you were born into or finding there is no common ground between you and your parents and wondering who they are and what happened to your family.  Being horribly confused … becoming more marginalised and isolated as time goes on. 

When the geography of a place and the geometry of space are imposed on a space time matrix that is vertical in its orientation everything changes. Events that occurred billions of years ago in linear time, suddenly start impacting on the here and now in endless weird and wonderful ways.
About that planet … I surmised this … ‘our planet’ and that other one appeared to both possess diametrically congruent magnetic polarities. A scenario indicating both planets share the same elements and must of at one have time shared the same planet body.

What  I think happened is this, Australia originally home of the Asian race and their twin opposites … the aboriginal people … when it was a planet called Mars and still is and before Earth morphed into Venus …. Atlantis/Australia was mined so heavily for its metals that it interfered with the ability of both planets to remain fixed in their orbits … as a consequence of the law of attraction between metals and other elements.
This  could have happened very early on or very late in the formation of our solar system …. When the lands were spread out around a sphere of water … before they became planets.

I am a keen observer of everything around me. I am a noticer of random happenings and coincidental juxtaposition’s. Too many to remember all of them. Enough of them to pique my interest and inclinations.
The reason why I am going on and on about this is because of something that happened outside supabarn yesterday afternoon.

I had a near miss encounter with two Asian boys directly related to the Alien Asiatics who abducted me Japan. Technically speaking there must have been only one degree of separation between us. An extreme intense wave of dark magnetic pulling energy swept over me … we had each come as far as we could go for there was now an equal and opposite wave of energy that was like thick glue exerting the exact opposite force. My head started to ache and I began to feel ill. They moved on fairly quickly and symptoms abated. It was a while before I was fully recovered.

But then I saw the weirdest thing … A ‘goatish’, older gent, slightly Scottish looking, wearing an eye patch that made him look like one of those annoying pirates from the old days when Kanak was upwraught in thunderclouds, confusion and multitudinous storms. He moved into the position diametrically one degree removed from me … that they had vacated. He was trying to call someone from his mobile.

Lilly he was wearing a tea shirt with a picture of your cat Panther Puss on it! Above the picture of Panther Puss there was just one word. WANTED.
For what? Might I ask … Is Panther Puss guilty of being a criminal now?

For what crime is she purported to have been charged with? Panther Puss was suffering horrible experiences in abandoned alley ways with everyone staring at her and being really surprised or really alarmed…when the real criminals were running around undetected and causing a ruckus.

I could see clearly now and for the first time get my head around the concept of the past, present and future all unravelling at one … into an eternal now time, with no beginning and no end… which can be a depressing thought … sometimes.

I have since witnessed instant karma playback scenes on the television and seen for myself the instant karmic consequences of the wanton killing of animals by supposed trusted caretakers of the land.

For example I watched a documentary on Kakadu a few days ago and became quite alarmed by the attitude of an old aboriginal woman … and a traditional owner of the land … towards the migrating geese flying over Kakadu. In just one day she shot about 20 geese, proudly displaying their dead bodies to the cameras. Evidently she doesn’t like chicken. And she must feel like she’s doing her bit for the community by supplying the locals with so much bush tucker …

She was crazed looking as well, she had blonde fuzzy hair and red eyes. I didn’t see any meaningful connection between her and the land … her joy at killing and her callous attitude make her a dangerous force to be reckoned with.  I remember being very angry and upset about it that day and the next.

And the very next night … on another doco … four corners I think …I saw her again …she was a member of a tribe called Jarma or something like that that had something to do with a council representing Aboriginal people being ripped off by the guy in charge of it … Mr Lee … who used up all the funds basically having fun.

It was exact same woman as the one in Kakadu … only she had straight white hair and normal eyes. She was doubly pissed off about the situation because … as she put it … “the money’s gone … we’ll never get it back” …and the guy who misappropriated it …Mr Lee … he got his old job back  as head of the council and manager of the funds because … guess what Lilly? … that is what his fathers wanted!

With so much blood on her hands, her path through the shadow worlds becomes a hit and miss affair littered with obstacles and traps that has something to do with metal bits and jagged line and guns pointing at each others strangers in the dark.

On Saturday Bandyhoots and myself visited Tidbinbilla Wildlife Sanctuary ... I saw one mother kangaroo with a Joey in its pouch standing by the information billboard and welcome sign at the entrance to the sanctuary … and on the way out I saw another mother kangaroo with a joey in its pouch and each had taken up a position either side of the welcome sign.

I read that the last rock wallaby seen in Tidbinbilla was in 1959. Also that they had been shot at for fun … and that their abode soon thereafter became overrun with goats. 

It was sad… possibly the best outcome for them in the future worlds  given their proclivity to rocks and the  close proximity to lizards and other amphibious creatures using the crevices in the granite rocks to seek shelter in hard times. While it may not have been a big issue for either species then, close proximity could be a problem in other dimensions …that’s why the third force became necessary … in my humble opinion.

A sign about the early days of life forms alluded to this fact. It was the addition of a third presence or energy into the cosmic soup that brought about a harmonious outcome to an otherwise ongoing two way battle that just went on and on.  It culminated in perfect hydrogen to oxygen balance of 21 per cent.

Lilly I have been up all night writing this letter to you and it’s time for me to go to bed. It’s ok to be back in Kanak this time … I am dealing with my situation in a much more mature and level headed way these days and exploring new forms of expression... and basically trying not to get too swept up in the drama of it all. My hunch was confirmed on the drive home . On the road out from the sanctuary I saw more evidence of nature’s guiding hand in the reorganizations of matter out of chaos to bring harmony and balance back into the worlds.

What I saw was a red belly black snake, lying dead by the side of the road in the shape of a U. It was a close call.  

The big world of the universe is an echo of the quantum field. The thought that goes into creation and the ability to guide creation and change the world in the process can be orchestrated in the quantum world … and only a ghost can live in a black hole … only a ghost can build a pyramid that can fit into the palm of a hand or paint pictures that appear in cornfields in other countries … only a ghost can be in two places at the same time.

Date Unknown    …. Place Unknown

Dearest Dear
Following on from last night’s crash of the twin towers and the subsequent asteroid and planetary collisions I have been propelled so far back into your planet’s past that I might as well be living on another planet in the future.

I received a message from my Great Grandfather re … the LA Hootabelles which both surprised and alarmed me.

Danton is gone now … another city from another city basically crash landed on him … I hope he’s doing OK in the land of the dead and that he doesn’t make the same mistakes that Malamut made or Leela …

I do know one thing … next time I see him flying by … it won’t be on the beach with Andy and a white Eagle …

Rest in Peace Andy … I will always love you

With love from your Mum .

The Veil Sometimes Slips

Dear Bandyhoots,

Today is September the thirtieth and I just remembered a whole bunch of things I wanted to tell you about … like the dream I had a few nights ago … a recent excursion to the Skull Islands … the conversation I had with a lion in the African Bush and my sightings of a sailor on the high seas.

Last things first … a few nights ago I had a dream that I was on a mountain climbing expedition with two strange men. We had been trudging in the snow for quite a while when we arrived at a village that was notable only for the number of tents there were in what appeared to be the main street. I noticed that one of the tents was very small. A peek inside revealed a little girl of about five years old with brown hair, brown eyes and freckles … and the most endearing smile.

There and then I decided to carry her up the mountain … so I bundled her up … tent included … and with her still in it … and proceeded on my journey. It was a very long and arduous journey up the mountain … almost vertical in fact. Finally … upon reaching the summit … we arrived at a small village which reminded me a lot of those little villages in the Himalayas. Houses and Lodges made of wood … cosy fires in large communal living areas, brightly coloured woollen wall hangings and cushion covers … narrow little alleyways and dirty snow … also rickety wooden bridges connecting one cliff to another.  This village had one such bridge … connecting one part of the village to another.

It was at this point that I decided to take the girl back down the mountain … because it only just occurred to me that her mother might be worrying about her whereabouts.

So back down the mountain I went and sure enough when I got to the village, the police were there. I handed the child over to the police and they gave her back to her mum. Later on I remember walking very closely behind them for a while. Either the mother could not see me or chose not to acknowledge me. I decided not to go back up the mountain again … mainly because I just could not be bothered.

Bandyhoots … do you remember me telling you about that exciting escape from the reptilian spaceship a few weeks backs and how we went north and had to drive through fire and nuclear waste etc etc …. Well … about a week later I got this terrible feeling that the reptilians were back in town … I saw their spaceship again …

So Bandy and me decided to head south this time … towards the southern sea. It was five minutes to five when we emerged from the elevator into the basement level car park. Four grim faced oldish ladies were waiting there to go up. I had a bad feeling about them.

It was an interesting drive … to the say the least that I can say … about it. The reptilian spaceship followed us for a while … and then we lost sight of it.

Leaving Queenstown I noticed the first of many teddy bears … that I would see that night … tied to a tree.  Indeed that whole section of the Kings Highway between Queenstown and the Clyde Mountain was strewn with teddy bears and even one gorilla teddy bear tied to the trunks of trees.

On the lower part of the Clyde, where the terrain on either side of the road has levelled out … I noticed a most peculiar thing. I should say at this point that I have made this journey a hundred times … more or less … and I’ve never once noticed any campfires burning in these areas. And yet I saw quite a few that night … including one or two bonfires . I know this road, there are no camping grounds there and no car access.

At the bay we ate fish and chips. Spent the night parked by the roadside adjacent to South Bro Beach.

There’s not much more to report really. Bandy and me walked around Skull Island the next day and I took pictures. I made crystal and other offerings to the sea creatures. I went for a quick swim in Shark Bay. It was freezing! And then we drove home.

Bandy is convinced that I am leading a double life as a prostitute but I am not!

Very occasionally I find myself in a state  of altered reality… perhaps it can best be described as being in two places at once or seeing another place in the space in front of me … and I am seeing it through a window in the quantum field.

Several months ago I had the very distinct feeling of being in two places at once … physically in my bedroom and ethereally in the African Bush talking to a very distressed and bewildered looking lion. He was upset about his cubs and about the men and their guns and about poisonous snakes hiding in the long grass.

On one occasion I saw a vertically placed apparition of a lion and a little white lamb … could have been a white wombat or oversized guineapig … walking side by side … through a portal …munching on grass. 

Another time I saw one of these portals open up above the television set in my bedroom … it was turned off at the time … a scrawny, dishevelled looking sailor, with wiry hair and raggedy clothes stood on the prow of a boat … apparently frozen in time … behind him … in the distance … was a little island with palm trees on it.

I also saw one of my accumulators … the one with the smiley face and wonky eyes ... sort of hovering around my cactus plant in the little courtyard outside my bedroom.  This was a most surprising manifestation since I had buried it up on Black Mountain … in a secret location a few months before.

Fungus in the Garden of Eden

A Letter to my Selve      28/8/2013

Dear Madge 

Do you remember that day ... rather night ...  we explored The Dark Portal School for Young Ladies…it was odd because it was like we had jumped forward in time or maybe backward and it was an abandoned ruin…that was after you died.

I’ve never told you this …how could I? … it was exactly three days after your funeral … you came to say goodbye … you slipped your hand in mind and said … till the white rose blooms again …

This Chapter of my ‘Life’ begins at the Karnak Grandma School of Girls in Melbourne Avenue … around the corner and up the road from the Butty Boy Boot Camp in Forrest.

One of my most vivid memories of those first few days at that school … was of an Indian girl … with very long black …dirty hair …that looked like it had never been washed. I sat behind her one day and the smell of it nearly made me sick … she left the school soon after because I never saw her again.

The three ‘daggiest’ girls in my year …Fonar Clayton, Robi Atkinsonar and an overweight girl with red hair and freckles and the last name of WebFoot … made a beeline for me in those first few days … so I joined their group. Needless to say the ‘cool’ group would have nothing to do with me after that. I was officially one of the ‘dags’. Not that I minded all that much.

In class …one day I noticed a beautiful girl with long black hair … a Pocahontas style of girl.  It was Rosely. We quickly became friends and gradually disassociated ourselves from the other girls.

For two years we were in separable…and completely alienated from all the other girls in our year. It was not entirely a situation of our choosing … we were cast outs … for reasons I don’t clearly understand.

At the beginning of fifth form … there was an influx of new arrivals to the school …including Lulubelle and Vessle. For some reason Vesslie made a beeline for Rosie and me … she thought I was ‘cool’ which was a surprise … I was not exactly a member of the cool group. I would have thought Vesslie would be more drawn to the cool group than she was to us…but she wasn’t.

I thought Vesslie was pretty cool too … she had that confidence in herself that I always used to associate with American people … and her American accent conferred on her a maturity and an innate sense of self that I didn’t have … and that made her seem a lot older than her years.
The funny thing is … I don’t remember sharing any classes with her … I only remember seeing her at recesses and during lunch hours.

Vessle had only recently returned from a sojourn in New York and was full of stories about the place and the cool things New Yorkers get up to.
She was particularly enamored of the MacDonald’s Chain of Fast Food Restaurants … which at that time had yet to make an appearance in Australia. Both Vessle and her younger sister R-J… would love to show off their talents at mimicry by repeating the MacDonald’s advertising jingle … that went something like this… two whole beef patties …cheese…gherkins… something … pickles… something, something … on a sesame seed bun.

There was somewhat of a disdainful attitude to the Australian style of burger … as if our burgers were not the ‘real thing’ compared to theirs.  They were very proud of their MacDonald’s Heritage is all I can say. I was not overly enthused and was a bit perplexed about this boasting of an American Burger Chain.

In the first term of sixth form Vesslie suddenly could not handle being at school anymore. As was the way with ‘parents’ in the seventies … they kicked her out of the house when she finally dropped out of school.
I dropped out too … a few months later … following an altercation    with the Head Mistress Mizzard Short … Actually I was suspended for six weeks for back chat …but I never went back.

By this time Vesslie was living in a house On Jardine Street … Number One House … opposite Telopea Park … curiously this park has the exact same geometric configuration as an exclusive enclave in Japan for wealthy businessmen … I noticed this only recently in a short doco about these kinds of enclaves on You Tube …coincidence or no?

Anyhoos … surprise,  surprise … I was kicked out of home as well …so I moved into Jardine Street too … J M Fowlter and Debbis … a girl I knew from Telopea Park High School … were also living there … and then later … Peter Danish.

This was the beginning of my binge drinking phase … I had never drank alcohol before so I used to get drunk very easily …on white wine mostly … and would often end up flaked out in the gutter on the front lawn of the house vomiting for hours on end …

Vesslie was very experienced and confident with boys … I wasn’t …I was actually quite shy around boys and very coy about sexual matters … the whole sex thing freaked me out a bit . In my head I still felt like a child and looking back I don’t think I was mature enough to deal with such matters at the time … also the constant pressure for sex made me uneasy …the role of femme fatale did not sit easily with me and it happened way to fast … one minute I was a child and the next a child in a grown up females  body … My childhood had ended too abruptly somehow.  For a start I felt really awkward and embarrassed about boys wanting to touch me ‘down there’.

By contrast, Vesslie had a confidence and knowingness about these matters that made her seem experienced beyond her years. I was shocked to learn about her proclivity for oral sex…having it to done to her as opposed to doing it to someone else. In  her relations with her boyfriends … it was absolutely mandatory on their part … any boy who wasn’t prepared to do that did not pass muster … I think I asked her one day … something along the lines of … don’t you think that’s a bit of a tall order … to expect that every time ? and she was incredulous …. It was inconceivable to her that they wouldn’t.  Are all American girls like this?... I asked her one day … “of course” she said genuinely surprised at the question.

Anyhoos I merely mention this things … because one drunken night … and as it happens …. on the second occasion of a threesome with the Shadow … both times an utter disaster … she proposed that we ‘go down on each other’ ….if I had been sober I would never have agreed to it … to tell the truth I find the idea of it a bit icky … hence the reason why I could never be a lesbian … even when I wished I was …

Well … what can I say about it … even though it lasted only a short time … it was as if I had opened the door to a surreal trippy world …I don’t even remember what happened next … did we fall asleep straight after or what?

The next day … everything seemed different …empty somehow …whereas before it had always been full of boys coming and going…evenings around the fire … listening to music … drinking and somebody nearly always had a Guitar … Mark Whimsey for instance …
R-J used to come over a lot too … so when we weren’t partying at home …we were up at the Boot and Flogger getting drunk.

That … next day … Vesslie and I agreed that it was a ‘one off thing’ and that we should just forget about it and move on … but here’s the thing … from that point onwards I started moving back in time.

 I can hardly remember the days that followed…there was a short stint sleeping in the lounge room, which was Judee and George’s bedroom … three night time visits from Cee J  who forced himself onto to me … felt more like rape actually …  a visit from the Shadow who had written a song for me for my birthday …which consisted him of just making up a lot of gibberish and a lot random, chaotic noise on the guitar that just went on and on.

Now when I look back … I see that some of my memories of living in Forrest when Simoney was still around could not have happened before Jardine Street because they involved Judee and I didn’t know Judee then … moreover I lost contact with her after she left Jardine Street to go and live in the bush with a child of god.

One day …still in the depths of a long freezing winter … I noticed that everyone had gone…except for Peter Danish

Debbis…Jamil…Vesslie…George Washing Machine and Judee had all left …no more boys visiting…not even the Shadow ….One Jardine Street used to be a party house… now it felt like a ghost house…moreover it had fallen into a state of ruin…the front door was gone …. There were broken windows.  I don’t recall having my own bedroom or sleeping in one. I don’t remember how I passed the time ...

I got diarrhoea one night and went looking for the toilet….it was out the back of the kitchen and totally unfamiliar to me. I noticed in the room opposite it … a dog and a litter of new born puppies. The next time I saw those puppies was in the summer … when Peter, Judee and I took them down to Broulee to experience the ocean for themselves….they hadn’t grown at all …. hardly at all anyway.

 I don’t recall going back to Forrest either or seeing Marine or Dabios during that time and yet somewhere along the way I had been prescribed an anti-depressant medication called Tryptanol…at Marines insistence…but I don’t remember how that happened…anyhoos this medication was supposed to ease depression but if anything it made me feel like death …a total zombie … barely able function.

So I find myself alone with Peter Danish in this ‘ghost house’.
I don’t recall eating anything… there was never any food around anyway…except on this one occasion when  I did suddenly…out of the blue…feel hunger … I opened up the fridge and was horrified to see a brain in there…not a sheep’s brain mind you …it was obviously human.
Peter Danish whom I saw only intermittently had taken to wearing gloves … because he didn’t want to touch any plastic… well… he told me that he was going to eat it…the thought of it made me feel sick. Even looking at it gave me the creeps.

When I say there were no visitors to the house…that was not entirely true. There were a few very old derelict men about. One of them did visit a few times that winter and later, in the summer. One afternoon we sat on the front porch and watched the house across the street burn down.
I know that one of my selves did eventually recover and go back to live with Marine and Dabios in the Forrest House…I even went back to school and got my higher school certificate.

But there was this other time…where it seemed like I was living there and it too seemed like a ghost house…Marine and Dabios and my sister SaRaHA were notable only for their absence.…On a few occasions Simoney turned up with a cache of magic mushrooms…there were two types that grew in the Brindabellas…blue meanies and gold tops.

One night … with Judee….I ate some….it was a crazed night is all I can say …and freezing …the depths of winters and the nights were long …. I remember running barefoot around those empty silent streets with Judee  wearing nothing but our nighties … not feeling the cold or any discomfort at all.

Over the next few years my health deteriorated drastically… spiraling down and down  into a state of crumbling disease and decay somehow … …somewhere I contracted the herpes simplex virus …followed by a wart infestation,  eczema and constant asthma …and as I said I don’t ever remember being 10 years old.

Fast forward …. Living back in the Forrest, am with Max, he’s sleeping. The previous night, Max, Rosalie and her boyfriend Ben … the leprechaun had been to a band extravaganza at the ANU Bar … Seven Bands for Seven Dollars … Niavat … one of the orange people had given us some LSD … we cut it into quarters … but I’m not so sure Rosalie had any of it … anyway to cut a long story short … Max was completely unaffected by it.

 For myself and Ben … it was the beginning of a three day long nightmare … culminating in me … crawling through a hallway filled with huge black spiders… the flesh falling of my bones … until I was nothing more than a bloody skeleton with bits of flesh hanging of it.

Seeya later Butty Boy ….
                                   …. in a while crocodile ….

Mirror, Mirror in the Hall ... The Envious Moon

August 27 2013

Karen Hazler Nut  is … was a cousin of mine … my mother’s sisters daughter … who I have not seen or heard of … since about the year 1971 … when she came for a visit to our house at 15 Grey Street Deakin … I remember it was Easter Time … she took me to the Manuka shops to buy more Easter Eggs because I was so upset at having received only one very small egg …

Did I dam myself by wanting more Easter Eggs?

Anyhoos Normal Genie … I have been thinking about Karen Hazler Nut a lot lately … now why is that? She springs to mind every time I ponder on this question of ENVY … and how … in my humble opinion …ENVY… is the worst sin of all … and possibly the one sin that eventually leads to all others. And being an E with a V in it and a Y …it could have been the original sin.

I know that when my ‘mother’ 'Maureen' met my father, David, in Sydney and subsequently followed him to England and married him there … she had a different shaped face to the one she wore in Africa … she had a sweet, roundish face and there was an innocence about her … that is not evident in later photos … where she appears to have a different shaped jaw…square shaped and long … and slightly jowly.

There is a picture of my mother in a park in Kensington Gardens standing in front of a yellow pram … with a look of utter devastation on her face. In another photograph of her … on a ship … looking at something through a telescope there is a blurry image behind her … that looks like a shocked reptilian … I see it clearly when I stand back a bit and look at it without glasses.

Was my mother’s name really Maureen, or was it Mary or perhaps Louise … a name she shares with Lulubel …whose name is Louise Mary. Or was she Elwyn the woman who had a relationship with David before he hooked up with her ….the one who had the abortion.

Is it possible that Karen was envious of ‘Mary’…was Karen in love with David? ... or was she envious of ‘Lulu’ because Mary was pretty and she was not.

I don’t know if Karen ever visited ‘us’ in Kenya … at our house in Karen … name after Karen Blixen … the Danish woman who had a farm in Africa and who contracted syphilus from her boyfriend … ‘a big game hunter’.

If Maureen really was my mother as she claims to be … her catastrophic medical mistakes and her weird notions about what constitutes a healthy diet for a baby leave a lot to be desired.

For example …she told me that when/if she was pregnant with me… she took a drug for morning sickness called Dielstillbeasterol…I don’t know the exact spelling of it … only the phonetics. This particular medication was later found to cause cancer of the vagine in the daughters of women who had taken it during their pregnancies.

She said she stopped breast feeding me when I was only three weeks old … because that was the done thing in those days. Women of her generation accepted without question that formula was superior to breast milk. She gave me brains to eat when I was a baby because she thought they would be good for me. When ‘I’ was Four …a Doctor recommended that both my brother and I have our tonsils removed even though there was nothing wrong with them … and she agreed to it … without questioning the wisdom of such a procedure.

Both she and David had their appendixes removed before coming to Africa … for no apparent reason.

Who was she really…this ‘Maureen’ … Karen? What happened to the innocent, pretty woman who married David. Why did she look so devastated in Kensington Gardens that day? Why did her appearance change so dramatically in Africa after she came to live in Karen … in Kenya?

Curiously Kensington Gardens is famous as the place where lost boys fall out of their prams.

And the little blonde girl…Norma Genie…she looks so much like a little Marilyn to me. Who was she if I had never been born? Was she a ghost or little Mary or little Lulubelle?

About ENVY…when I look back on my life … I can now see that each and every time I’ve come undone…so to speak … and nearly always synchronous with those times when I’ve been at my prettiest and healthiest or when my intelligence has taken a leap forward … always … the arrival of a jealous rival or an unattractive female into my sphere of existence … has precipitated a downfall.

The last proper’ job I had for example …in 2006 …working for an organisation that processes applications from foreign doctors who want to come to Australia … and I can’t remember the name of it … a woman called Julie … who … come to think of it … reminds me of Karen … was from Day One ‘out to get me’. Her attitude towards me was like that of an old fashioned headmistress talking down to a child who she considers to be inept, stupid and incompetent. Needless to say she had me sacked and the employment agency who got me the job never contacted me again.

Joan's Liberation, the Iraq War and the Hazler Nut Tree

Dear Normal Genie’

OK…so where do I start…more revelations reveal themselves…more dots connected…curious marks on the pavement…more numbers and letters to decode…the mention of a man by the name of Theo next to a picture of man pointing at me …reports of a Kangaroo acting in a violent and aggressive manner  in Chicago that vanished as mysteriously as it had appeared ... the paw prints of a lion…possibly a sabre tooth lion … in cement…near the entrance to my apartment building … a curious splotch of pink paint nearby…enduring memories of a visit to the Institute of Anatomy … remembering no photos of me … aged 1 …or memories of me aged 10.

Someone dropped an ice cream cone in front of the sheep about to be sacrificed … statue … in Kanak today ….

Tonight I watched a documentary about the War in Iraq … OK I admit …that I was not in full possession of my senses … or my sense of intrigue … when I criticised George W Bush over his handling of the situation … way back when … I truly am sorry I called you a Chimpanzee George.

DicK… …CHeny made … only a brief appearance and Donald Rumsfeld…the Secretary of Defence at that time … and a Chief Architect of the War ….Murgu?...was notable only by his absence … a surprising omission given that he was a such a major player in the war effort ...
Amidst all the bloodshed and bombs going off and the hunt for Al QuE … the curious and repeated influxes of insurgents attacking their ‘own people’ … the changes in leadership … the names of Generals and other army folk totally unfamiliar to me …no mention of Colin Powell …
And then there was Condaleeza’s curious reversion to a more feminine version of herself in her negotiations with Malarchi … according to Malarchi himself - the Iraqi interim Prime Minister … and her subsequent disappearance from the drama … and other odd things … such as anomalies …

Am I the only one that doesn’t have the memory of a Fucked up Fish?

This was not the same war that I remember … similar but not the same … for example no mention was made of Saddam Hussein’s Statue falling down and George Bush claiming victory… or Osama Bin Laden … or the notorious Abu Graib Prison or the war in Afghanistan … that came first … or the planes flying into  the Twin Towers  that started it ?

And the Victory over the insurgents?  At various intervals along the way George W did indeed claim victory … in the year 2003 … for one …
10 years later … Barak Obama is the new President … and the war … it seems … has fizzled out … wind back to the year 2003 again and the talk is all about the liberation of Baghdad and how this liberation was so utterly surprising to everyone concerned … and absolutely shocking … I would imagine … given the bloodshed and the horror and the loss of so many lives … and then it ended on this rather enigmatic note … something to do with the consequences … of the liberation … … … or rather sequence … of events … that ensued …

… the Liberation of Joan Rivers … in fact … a comedienne and performance artist from America renowned … among others things … for her crass stage performances and plastic surgery operations …
… sooo … Yes … the war in BaGDaD … and that’s what they were calling it in the END … it seems … did end in  2003 and George Bush was right in claiming Victory … for Joan Rivers Stage Career … 
I watched the doco on Joan Rivers … after it … with a mixture of horror and fascination. The conjunction of these two documentaries was no mere coincidence …

I had to remind myself several times to reserve all judgement … things are not what they seem … least of all Joan Rivers … nevertheless I was disgusted by her jokes about abortions, being a parent and anal sex …her obsession with being on stage and her incessant need to keep working … even when door after door was being slammed in her face … and who were the people going to see her shows … and yet …

… and yet … on a few occasions a picture of her would appear … showing a totally different kind of woman … a woman with sad eyes … a woman with a heart filled with compassion and love … a woman who seemed to be saying … that’s not me ….

Then the most curious thing happened … there was a scene of Joan Rivers at a function …it appeared to be in the foyer of a hotel … there were dozens of people all milling about  … a very busy scene …when … who do I see?

Karen Hazler Nut from Brisbane !  That’s Who! Joan had her back to the camera and was looking at some papers or something on a table … when Karen Hazler Nut approached her … as if she knew her …and tried to give her a leaflet … or something … a paper something.  I recognised her immediately … she had not aged a bit or changed in shape … round … even her hair was the same … past shoulder length brown hair … and she was wearing glasses.

What is my Name ?

What is my Name?

I was. Is. Always Was. 1834

…wasn’t I … BORN on the Third of July, 1959.

Did I not cease to exist?... and yet…I do!

I was and then I was not.

David Jones is me… They told me so. So now I Know!

 A second thought...It could be a ruse.

Yet…i…know myself only as Atalanta…I was…once…raised by wolves.

I am also N0NON. OH NO. ANZEE...AND…

STOP ! SOS … … … … ET…Help US …. …. …. . IsisOsiris AND I

Queen of the Black Sea

 I was born next to a Black Hole. NumB…ER  O1!.!10 … But not in…“it”.

I was kept inside a little black box for so long I care not to remember it.
I go up. I go down. Up and Down. I go sideways, first one way, then another.

I am a plus sign and a minus sign. I am…was…always crashing into myself and my selves “were” always crashing into me. I was a Cross and a B and then, when, I was an X…OH NO How can ‘it’ be ME? Better … Never…ERE to have been born at all. I Never Was. Was I?

Snake…Synewave S…..T…ET

S…ooo here I AM!

 Pre…serving  UP the Y Legacy…for all to see.

Preserving the Legacy. I think not!

Wednesday August 21 2013…11

Dear Possumus Slinky TOT

It has taken me almost four years of my own time to learn the ENSIGNS Codes and I discovered ‘them’ just in time too.

Several days ago, I went to visit my friend Maya Francine and she told me about a strange occurrence that had happened to her whilst she was in BanGCock. I am sure she won’t mind if I tell you about it.  I know she won’t. She may not have realised the significance of it “at the time”…and neither did I until just now. She told me that she and her sister ANNA… had caught a train from a station in BanGCock to another part of the city to see the sights…as they were…

I cannot remember the name of the train station. When it was time to go back to the train station… to catch a train to the hotel they were staying in…they were caught in a pickle…a pickle puzzle!...No cab driver had ever heard of it… …as it transpires they did find a cab driver who agreed to help them find it…luckily for Maya Francine and her sister AN.NA…this mysterious train station was indeed, at last, found...but this one…the very same one…was still under construction. I don’t remember her telling me how she was able to catch a train from a train station that was still under construction…but evidently she did…because she is now back in Australia and looking forward to the birth of her first grandchild.

…so the ripples of no time…the past, the present and the future…all happening at once …this wave of constantly shifting reality … is washing over Asia…and the Martians…and the ZEE’s…is the nightmare over or about to begin?

Leaving Maya Francines place that night, the first thing I noticed was a very bright light in the sky…far too big to be a star…then driving down GinninderRA Drive…I passed a large truck parked across the median strip…with the words…Cut Down all Trees written on it.  The message was not clear at first…as it could mean different things to different people. Was it a threat directed towards US…towards me…or my boys … was Maya Francine’s grandchild…due to be born…last Thursday…in imminent danger?

I briefly dropped into Facebook…and relayed what I had seen…and then a little while later I realised … that … contained within this message was another…warning  of the danger of being connected to the NET, via cell phone, TV and the World Wide Web … at this particular point in time …. starting about a week ago…and yet it had a dual meaning...which seemed to suggest that a string of sacrifices were about to occur … either that or they needed to occur.

I did not go to sleep that night…with the help of one crucial date supplied to me by Dabios post Y exposure regarding the death of my son Danton…I thought! … or Danton and myself when I was pregnant with him…or my other son Henry N…or both of them.

I just happened to watch a movie the previous night in which James S SConnery Bond … in the movie … Just Cause … had very subtly mentioned the years…marking a specific period of time. Was it meant for me or not…it is hard to say…as it is difficult…also…to say who is on whose side at any moment…since “it” is always changing it’s mask.
Before I had a chance to switch of Bendy’s  cell phone…LULU  Labia rang and Rootie Scoop answered the call…she said that she and Liz Lingus had broken up and would I like to meet her for lunch…and then before I could answer…we were cut off.

 Was it only yesterday or the day before that … I heard her calling out to me from far far away… it was only an echo….

I have been absent from FaceBook …I had no time to warn my friends … I was in lockdown…no TV, no internet, no phone calls in or out.

… and I had to run away… I had to not be here …when the time came …

Bio – Electric Pathways

The night before we left town … Bradlee Crump and me ... Bunty Cud … did a tour of the streets around my apartment building … the reptilians had set up bio – electric pathways everywhere … construction type poles on heavy hexagonal bases had been set up in the middle of the street leading to the  Crowne Plaza A CasiNO…for no apparent reason! … there were numerous shopping trolley’s placed in strategic locations … garbage bins attached to metal hinges in strategic locations … a long metal thing in the shape of a right angle was leaning in a corner … dozens of blue milk crates had been randomly placed on footpaths … notices of official looking gibberish were stuck on poles … a few oddly shaped metallic objects were placed here and there. Two bags of ice … red lettering on plastic … were placed side by side in the gutter between two cars.

In Glebe Park … red and white tape had been attached to an orange plastic grid thing wrapped around a tree … a pile of bricks had been placed next to it … someone had written HELP ME with bricks …. Alongside the barricade blocking pedestrian access to the new Manhattan Building on Akuna Street there were signs written on nearly square metal sheets … there were even tree branches placed in various locations and small plastic objects.

As I walked around the block … I mucked them all up…I changed the angle of the garbage bins …I wheeled the trolleys to different spots … I put the long metal right angled pole across the door of the fitness centre … I removed all the road poles from the middle of the street and threw them on the sidewalk … I chucked the milk crates in all directions … I tore down the notices … and flipped one of the metal notices over … I got rid of the plastic bits and the tree branches … I threw the bags of ice into the bush … I changed the angle of the shop front signs …
My activities had not gone unnoticed … suddenly a whole bunch of cars appeared and a security guy …

Two Escapees Flee Reptilian Countdown Hysteria

I had deduced from my calculations and premonitions that I could not, would not be at home when the Reptilians arrived for one last and final ditch effort to invade our planet. Having taken myself out of the equation at the Beginning of Time … I had significantly narrowed the bandwidth in which they insinuated themselves into our time space zone …our planet …the last one left capable of supporting life …since they had left behind them a trail of nuclear waste, destruction and disgusting life forms that stretched …almost the entire length, breadth, height and depth of the entire universe … but they were not to know that … and they had not expected it.

Or did they know and just not care?

We decided to head North … for the night and possibly the next. Around about six that evening their spaceship made its appearance. It trailed us all the way to Bundanoon where I thought we would be safe. We spent the night in a little street called Tooth Street where I left offerings of Banksia Roses encased in ResiN and Blue Berries …along with gifts of urine imparted by the Terrible Twins PlissTopwebedeeS.

 We spent part of the day at Echo Point and then went back to the village … a hairdressing … haircutting salon that was not there in the morning … suddenly was.  Someone had posted up a sign on a telegraph pole that said … NOT HAPPY BARRY …

It was starting to get dark by the time we got back on the highway. We sped up the highway with the reptilian spaceship in hot pursuit … numerous other spaceships had now joined the chase … along with cars and trucks …one of which had DGL printed on it and underneath that… the word STRAMIT.  I noticed traffic alerts disguised as traffic signs warning of areas contaminated by nuclear waste or fungus … we drove through them and noticed that the cars that were trailing us would not follow us through these zones. We were going to stop at Mittagong but decided to push through to Bargo … we drove backwards and forwards down Marshall Street … a name shared by a cousin of Marines.

That evening I saw their spaceship appear again … it was hovering quite low and was partially hidden by shrubbery. It started moving up and down in a jerky fashion and appeared to be trying to grab hold of a red triangular light in the shape of the letter A. So off we went again, back down the highway this time. We decided to head for Goulburn furiously smoking cigarettes all the while. A stop at a service station to fill up on petrol was required. I walked over to an adjoining establishment …a Motel …by the name of Governors Hill. A big truck was parked outside. It had a picture of Frankenstein’s Monster on it … reading a pamphlet with a worried look on its face …the numbers 666 emblazoned across. I took a picture of it and the number plate.

We passed a building in a field that appeared to be on fire …
 I immediately thought of those planes that crashed into the World Trade in ybabies Centre and how Osama Bin Laden was blamed for it and how it was used as an excuse to start wars in Afghanistan and Iraq…when it was probably the result of a shift in the poles…or perhaps the magnetic polarities of the various objects coalescing around the planet.

Back in 2011 …as I was heading down Kanak Avenue towards the Estate of Oak Trees otherwise known as Beard … I saw an aeroplane coming in for a landing at the airport in Kanak … suddenly stop as if frozen in time and then saw it moving again in a different direction …towards …Black Mountain …appearing to have made a sharp, albeit, seamless right hand turn. I subsequently heard about two planes that had crashed into each other in circumstances which I guess had something to do with reptilians from the beginning and end of time escaping some kind of cataclysmic event … perhaps an asteroid …and smashing into each other a split second later at the end of time.

But here I am digressing … as we were being pursued I became aware that we were passing through regions of fire …that the reptilian space ships had difficulty traversing …I wondered … is this where Goulburn gets its name?

We decided to head back to Kanak …to Black Mountain …to be precise. I had a feeling that something terrible was about to happen … I saw a line of teenage boys…their red lights… heading up the mountain to be sacrificed … to have their hearts cut out.

There was no one there … by the time we arrived … I got out of the van and was immediately greeted by a possum … it appeared to be trying to communicate with me … it appeared to be very worried …it walked in front of me and started climbing a tree…as if to say go up to the top of the tower… this was not the first time animals…mostly birds had tried to tell me something or had guided me to a certain spot or in a certain direction.

Two days before that…I was down by the lake collecting sand for a new accumulator …when a black swan with white feathers under its wings made a bee line for me. The first thing that I noticed was that it was pecking at its heart …this went on for about 10 minutes. It then began using its long neck and the white feathers under its wings to create shapes like S’s and O’s and C’s. Two seagulls turned up and it indicated that it was hiding something in the water. I took pictures of the entire sequence and in my photos the seagulls appear not to have eyes.

Two middle aged ladies in red jumpers then made an appearance. I made a comment about how beautiful the swan was and how I had never seen a black swan with white feathers under its wings. They did not respond, nor did they acknowledge me or even smile …later I thought there was something ‘not right’ about them. They also started taking photos of the swan.

While all of this was going on, another black swan appeared. It was floating in the water at the sidelines of this display … watching it. As I left another black swan had joined up with it. They swam past me in such a way as to make me think that two lost souls had found each other after a long time apart.

In Bundanoon I had the most dreadful feeling that the Swan was in danger … I suspected the reptilians would go after it and I hoped and prayed that it would not be found

And here I am digressing again …I went up the tower as far as I could go…to the viewing gallery…the restaurant was suddenly closed, although the lady at the ticket office had told me it would be open for another 25 minutes. The place was deserted and the door to the stairwell leading up to the top was locked. I cut off all the er’s on the letters of the words that formed an inner circle around the viewing gallery. On the way in I cut of the tips of the sideways pointing purple pyramid arrows.

Bandy started freaking out…he was in a hurry to get out because a security guard had seen us. On the way down…the ticket seller…a middle aged lady accused me of defacing property and I yelled back that I had defaced nothing.

Bandybot was desperate to get going but I ignored him and went down around the back of the tower … I saw nothing…but as I made my way to a small rise leading to the railing I saw a contraption with metal things hanging of it…I pulled the two on the right side off…but not the two on the left hand side …there were secured too tightly. Upon later examination I saw that one of the metal pieces had a line of indentations across it in the shapes of the letter S … one corner of it had melted. The other metal piece was yellow with black lines drawn across it in a grid pattern. The only words on it were July and the Number 13.

I jumped over the railing but not before pulling out a dead tree branch sticking out of the ground that was shaped like a Y.  I noticed wear marks on the railings in the shapes of David and a P and an EN.

After that we headed for Mount Ainslie…where we spent the night…looking out over the city of Kanak …I noticed a lot of orange lights interspersed with dark areas and areas where there were only white lights. In the orange sections I saw  a huge M…could have been a W and the words MAD and AMA …the letters SS…and another S. To the right A large orange Y was skewed in such a way as to form a giant G…it was pointing in on itself.

Further to my right I saw a giant S, and row upon row of white lights forming steps along the lower edge of the tail of the S. On the other side I saw a huge upside down L….

 I saw a line of white lights at the base of Mount Majura and white lights joining up with triangular A shaped lights. At the base of Black Mountain Tower I saw a row of white lights and a single red triangular light further down…shaped like an A.

In the middle of all of this a picture of Tsutey emerged and the figure of a warrior holding a spear high above his head. Above him and to the left of him … a face …somewhat resembling Natiri with indistinct features and random orange and white lights including three white lights forming a straight line.

There were periodic flashes of very bright white light appearing here and there. It was an incredible scene.

The Curse of the Lingus Lizard Queens

It may be inferred that a criticism of these creatures from Hell is a criticism of Tsutey who not so long ago….joined me in my battle against them. When it finally dawned on their other selves …just who they once were and the horrible things they had evolved into…they were shocked and surprised and appalled.

So here I am…along with Tsutey, the Black Swan with white tail feathers and Possomus Slinky Tot and hopefully their ancient and future selves fighting these other selves…the enemies of us all…even the ET’s…in a war to  protect these selves from themselves so that we can save ourselves.

But these other selves…these Titanian Reptilian Entropy Eaters…these insatiable cannibals may well have  engineered the feminist movement, ostensibly as movement to liberate women aka…old blokes with  no dicks and cyborg castratos and the like…to make abortion acceptable and even normal and ultimately endemic….under the premise that it is a women’s right to choose, while at the same time dis empowering mothers and babies born out of wedlock to a life of poverty and despair so as to make abortion the only option.

Those men who can still pass themselves off as such…if they had lived up to their roles as fathers… should not have allowed this situation to unfold…and here I am pointing figures…and what is the point of it anymore…is it their fault their hearts were cut out?

Still it is a story that needs to be told regardless of how insulting it might appear.

A few days ago….

Labiel Lazlo was desperate … such was her craving for human flesh … specifically that of new born baby boys and MudPuddle Dude was terrified by the prospect of  exposure … should … her real self be exposed … to Dabios … and the rest of the world in the event that a new … good looking astral shell aka mask not be found in time. Marine was terrified because she didn’t want the world to find out that she had killed all her children … and grandchildren and her grandchildren’s children and so on ... did she do this knowingly or unknowingly.  I believe at times she did and at other times she didn’t … her mind … had been destroyed by the original bomb blast…I know that she too was innocent once and that she was not completely heartless. She loved her dogs and she fed the Currawongs so that they would not eat all the black birds’ babies.

I had become aware in recent months … before I erased myself … that MudPuddle Prude and the other cannibals and vampires … had been using my … our … bodies to conceal their appearances … which were horrific … and being next in line in the astral shell order of things … I would invariably end up in theirs … all my selves did. I was known as ‘the thing’. This meant that they could present themselves to an adoring, stupefied public as the heroes who defeated the ‘thing’. They took the credit for all my selves discoveries and artistic achievements and banished US to a miserable existence on the margins of their society on yet another planet that was supposed to be a paradise for US.

Meanwhile they were making vast fortunes from the sales of my babies … our babies … ourselves …our body parts …  and our children …sentenced to miserable lives as sex slaves before being eaten or thrown on the scrap heap or  buried in  nuclear waste … so there was never any rest or peace for US. … not even in death. The lucky ones … the ones not capable of independent thought, were given the best jobs or … at the very least … jobs in offices … slaves … nevertheless.

Is it any wonder that upon my discovery that I had been a ghost all these long years…that I wanted out and that I was prepared to be ‘hammered on the anvil of life’ to get out even if the cost to myself meant no existence at all.  I no longer cared…I just wanted out.

Existing as I do … in the … in between … realm … of the nether regions of space and time gives me the advantage of looking backwards and forwards in time and space.  I saw myself as a very young child … a very pretty child and I saw what happened to me…to my brother and my sister, Sarah, who was beheaded when she was only six years old… I saw how their sequential selves were poisoned one way or another... It was a life I had to forfeit … it was doomed anyway. I had accepted the possibility of total oblivion and even that was preferable to what lay in store in my future. It had already happened!

So for the last four years I put up with my ‘thing’ … my visage ….knowing all the while that I was being vilified and humiliated at every turn. I spent those years in study and learnt the secrets of the alchemists. I expanded my mind and alluded their traps and I learnt the language of their codes … embedded in the English language … I discovered the secret hidden calendar that shadowed our twelve month, 365 day a year calendar. Why twelve months in a year when there are thirteen 28 moon cycles…this does not make sense.

I should add at this point that I had cut off all contact with Lulu Labia and Marine as I no longer trusted them or even believed they were who they purported to be.

A few…or more…months ago LuluLingus had turned up at my apartment. She was very angry to find Pooties there…as was Marine…when she turned up at the apartment in August 2010…Why? What business is it of theirs? And why would the Terminators care about my relationships when all they do is kill me over and over again.

Their attitude towards Bandycoo and our ongoing relationship appeared to be more than just simple dislike or disapproval. Marine had been downright vicious to me and dismissive of Butty. Lululingus  was being hostile and angry towards him and patronizing towards me.

Cuny left but not without leaving her cell phone in my apartment…so I went up to get it. When I came back down again…she was crying. Why? Out of concern for me or for herself?

Later I thought…LuluLabia was looking at me that day as if she was hungry and I know it sounds crazy…I came to believe she was pissed off to find Nebial GreY there because his presence thwarted her plans to either devour me or one of my selves. Perhaps the various intricacies of the plot building against me… against US… were starting to unravel because of Greyslies presence in my energy field.

A Hidden Agenda

That night after leaving Maya Francines place I stayed up all night working on the coded messages that I was picking up. It soon became evident that a string of sacrifices were being planned and that they were imminent. They included my child self, both my boys, Pritchard Glove, JLyon, possibly MOFaun and maybe more…maybe Ken Cowan too.
I saw a coded message from my ex-husband Peter the Repeater…it was in a shop window… he told me…he thought I was ‘the thing’ … his sister Melanie…a Titan…had told him…so he ran me down…but when ?…I don’t remember it …only that I was nearly run down in three separate incidents…when I was pregnant with my son in late 1987 … around about the time my cousin Gordon was killed in a plane crash over the Indian Ocean…and on the Camino …and in Kanak …what incident was he talking about?

He told me he was S P and also Lulubel and that he was ‘the thing’ that was once Tsutey, that was once Lulubalsy … Lingus … the one who was planning to cut out my heart … Ken’s heart … he told me that Little Louise was stolen by ET’s a long time ago … that she was his SOUL …that Henry N … had been missing for many years … that Sam and Tom Williams were now missing too.

I saw an advertisement … it said … Shot on Location at Mount Stromlo … did RePeter go there … to find us … was that him in the Pit of Despair.

How strange that there is a place there named after Jamie Bulger … the little boy who went missing in England … around about 1985 … the little boy … stolen from his mother at a shopping centre …the one … killed by two eleven year olds … his body left mutilated on a railway track …  cut in half by a passing train. 
How long ago did these things happen? … decades ago … or has it been thousands of years …
Perhaps he was speaking metaphorically…

That was when I realized that the Reptilians plans…this time around… were specifically directed at taking out the genes for intelligence…since it was becoming alarmingly obvious that people were waking up and that their cover would be blown at a crucial time in history coinciding with their next invasion of our planet.

In previous eras and on other planets these invasions had been easy because they timed their arrivals to coincide with those times when our race was still evolving and not yet out of the trees…such as was the case with the arrival of the Nephilim in 2010…my time….The Dawn of Mankind their time…Our Time … ENKI and ENLIL. I wonder was it Enki or was it Enlil that left those messages for me in 2010…come to think of ‘it’…it MAY have been The Lost Boys and I thank them for it. THANKYOU LOST BOYS.

As a species the reptilians originally inhabited a zone in which movement through the dimensions and hence through time…was vertical…they could move through time but not through  space….

They discovered…with the explosion of the atom bomb over Hiroshima…Mars…in fact…they were able to create more rips in the fabric of space time…using atom bomb explosions.. that allowed them to move across from east to west and vice versa…and then hexagonally.
Is it a coincidence that Marine … with the help of JackHeaD otherwise known as BIGTITSBOB … a particularly brutal example of Early Man … Homo Erectus … … and her other self … SaRAHHussey … had coerced me into having a mid term abortion in 1984 … while … I stupefied and brainwashed … was led like a lamb … to the slaughter … I did not survive it. Is it a coincidence that we lived next door to the guy who invented the atom bomb … his name escapes me … but not my address … 35 Colvin Street Hughes.

When I later appeared … in my next self … I was traumatised and stricken with grief …. BarryHAM was there … he was in Marines bed … he told me that I had to get out and find a job and that I was a burden on Marine.

I am digressing…

When these portals started disappearing behind them…they worked out that their next portal into our world would coincide with a time period that would coincide with our evolution as a species and the birth of conscious awareness and high intelligence on our planet.

So they planted their agents here…set up their propaganda merchants, the AMA and set about stupefying us via toxic substances in our waterways, in the air, in our food and via their supposed medicinal treatments for diseases they themselves had introduced…the idea being to make us all sick while prolonging our lives for as long as possible…as a way to gain the maximum profit.

That happened in 1971 my time…and that was when I arrived…I remember clearly … driving through Canberra at the age of 11 with Dabios and Marine. The city was totally devoid of any signs of life and a cold mist permeated the air. I remember being driven around State Circle and seeing the New Parliament House…The Grand Central Palace…and yet one year later…aged 11 there I was playing on deCapitol Hill when it was still just a hill…and not a scene of carnage.

That was nearly the beginning of the end…the era of our enslavement and brainwashing had begun. Wars, Chaos and Destruction would soon follow impacting on other dimensions seemingly at different times and giving rise to World War 1 and 11…the Vietnam War, the Iran Iraq war …the supposed War on Terror that began in 2001 with the destruction of the Twin Towers …and for which there is a viable explanation.

We became bonded slaves effectively, forced into a lifetime of debt to pay off  huge mortgages because the middle men… ‘them’ … were charging so much money for land…our land…not theirs….and then along with mortgages, insurance plans, taxes, fees, fines…the introduction of alcohol and pornography,  the prostitution of women and girls, sex slaves and the abduction of children for that purpose. They turned as all into cannibals via MacDonalds and other fast food establishments.

Around 1985 or thereabouts they began to implement the final solution…microwaves. Cell phone towers began springing up like weeds…including the one on Mount Roger Dodger…near where I used to live in Fraser. It was after that…my health and mental well being went in rapid decline…whoever I was at that time.

But here I am digressing. After unraveling their code…I realized that they were using my ‘energy signature’ to target and locate their sacrifice victims…and that this was due to happen…not… in a few weeks or a few days’ time…it was quite literally… imminent…with no time to warn anyone…and no back up…I realized there was only one option open to me…. change my location and my energy signature via the use of orgonite and keep moving…up and down…around and around.

Several spaceships appeared in the sky that night…including the one I had seen at Maya Francines place.

Upon on the roof…they appeared to be trying to get a lock on me…and this was evident from the way their movements were being influenced by the movement of my orgon accumulater.

That night…I thought…I hoped the nightmare was over…but it wasn’t…they were back again the following night…

I should add…at the same time…I had no back up…I was in a zone of time where there was no Julia or Barak…no US Military…no Department of Defenders Defenders…and yet I was and still am… quietly confident of my ability to deal with the situation…as a ghost…I am untouchable…I was worried about my boys and about their … ‘it’s’ ability to take them out at other points of singularity along…our…their timeline.

I was worried about  ‘All of US’…and finding myself in the situation in which I found myself in 2010…with only hominids and other primitive life forms left…only me with the support of my spying and adventure accomplice Bob Grey to defend the earth against an army of alien invaders…or the situation that occurred in 2001…my time…with a chimpanzee for a president…reptilian puppet masters in control…a stupefied, brainwashed population…and some very vulnerable and defenseless children…or the situation that arose at the beginning of 2011…me aged three in 53 year old woman’s body and alone again…apart from BandyBob  (and my dog)...who was … for much of that time… suffering from a split personality and possessed by various entities…and me … the target of horrific verbal abuse and constant accusations… by my only friend and ‘ally’. If I sound like I’m feeling sorry for myself…I am not…I am way past that now…This is my story and I need to tell it.

And then there’s the me of 2012 … End of Days as opposed to END of TIME…  Kangaroo Poots/Cannibas Padlockit  …disabled, sick…a channel for all their … ‘it’s’ nuclear waste… unable to interact with my other spying partners due to invisibility bubbles …a horribly disfiguring cloaking device.

Not only that I was forced into a situation…always was…where I had to isolate myself from everyone…for their protection…not mine. The reptilians kill and possess anyone who comes close to me…

I find myself once again totally surrounded by sheeple totally oblivious to the traps that were…are… being laid around them…

And… there’s the ME as a teenager…suffocating under the dominion of  MADAMA…Marine and Dabios…a cruel tyrant and a deranged Reptilian Queen…and later PudsyMud…ENSIGN to be…who poisoned David with cannibal entropy waste…and killed him…whilst plotting her next move…her next sacrifice…as she pursues her deadly ambitions to take over the whole world…for reasons that allude me.

We were all innocent once…peel away the layers and you will find a frightened baby animal there somewhere…but I wonder if MudPuddles  ever was.

Was she a child when she was corrupted by SIN…like so many of US were…I don’t think so…but ‘what’ do I know?…

I know this … ENVY … is the most deadly sin of all…there are so few excuses for ‘it’.

I am extremely grateful that some of ‘US’ have at last made it through and that a coordinated, national effort was…is…will be… harnessed to deal with this ghastly situation.

The tendency to blame others was and still is a factor in resolving the situation…taking out Marine or Dabios or Osama or anyone else who is either perceived to be the enemy or who is the enemy…just creates more problems…the loss of crucial players in this drama, the loss of DNA, the loss of continuity…making it so much harder…and yet there is the dilemma…how can we protect ourselves and our children from these other mutated, degenerate selves.

I believe…what happened…is this…the ‘friendly ET’s had little choice but to remove the most vulnerable children from the planet to protect them from their own parents.
I was once one of them.

And here I am again…A Stranger on a Strange Planet desperately trying to protect ‘our’ children from their own parents and descendants… who just want to eat them…with only their ancient and future selves…Off Planet Entities… fighting to protect ‘them’…our enemies…from themselves…to save OURSELVES… The Elves and US … … I can only hope that the spaceship that is hovering in the sky above me right now…gets this message in time…it’s YOU or was YOU or is YOU killing YOU. If You succeed this time…it’s over…for everyone…for every living thing across all the dimensions….across the universe…forever.

The Continuing Adventures of Battycat and Babiloo

August 8 2013

Dearest Lily, Am I dreaming or is it you? For the past few days I have been languishing in Bargaloo. They named the Suez Canal after it.  Do you remember Simoney’s pet name for you in Gordon. It was sewerage. How could he have known that way back when.

There’s been a few strange incidents over the past few days…I actually relived the experience of being aborted. Firstly I felt this baby moving inside me but it was high up…not where you would expect to find a uterus. I felt myself fading out...

…and then later I smelled something really strange…it reminded me of that smell of the flaky grey matter I found at the entrance to the lizards lair in Spain all those years ago. I had the impression of being lifted out of a jar of formaldehyde. I remember looking into the eyes of a very angry reptilian character…his eyes were bloodshot, his skin colour an olive green,  thickly textured and pockmarked  like the skin of a person who once had bad acne. Needless to say I was not frightened, merely curious as if I was witnessing an event that happened so far back in time, it was irrelevant.  The image faded out and I fell asleep.

About two days ago I had another strange experience…I was having a bath to which I had added lime and lavender oil. How was I to know that this would attract a horde of hungry piranha fish…I thought great … keep chewing.

Thinking about my brother’s pet name for me…sewerage…got me to thinking about the time when we lived in the eastern Sydney suburb of Gordon…15 Grey Street, Gordon to be precise. I was about nine…curiously I was that age when I lived in Melbourne…so there I was living in two places at once, remembering one later…experiencing another...and there was India too, I was nine then too…so three places.

It was my favourite place…a little cottage in a rain forest…it seemed to be the only house on that side of the street and it was accessed by a driveway with a steep incline. I don’t remember going to school for much of the time we spent there…and yet I do remember attending the Rudolph Steiner School in Middle cove for about six months…before we had to leave again.

Dabios was forever chopping down the privet which shielded the house from the street. He considered it to be a weed…but it always grew back.
Gordon was my Pandora. Simoney and I spent many hours exploring the rainforest…we had names for all the various locales…such as kissing rock and one other. I remember running along a tree that had fallen across a stream that was covered in moss.

One time we stuck pencils up our bums and ran around and around the house wearing capes. We did the same thing in Japan two years before.
Very close to the house there was a little pond and next to it a tree that had a swinging rope attached to it. One day we decided to go for a swim in it…I knew it was horrendously polluted at the time, because there was a storm water drain above it…the water was slimy and green. One time Simoney and me found the entrance to the storm water drain which was located near the house of his friend Greg and went inside. It was so cool coz we could see the road outside from the storm water openings in the gutter.

I discovered a very unusual arrangement of brightly coloured silk material upon which jars of urine and other liquids had been placed. I suspected Greg’s older brother had something to do with it. I did not trust Greg’s older brother. He had shown me his dick on one occasion, and made me touch it…plus he kept tampons in the freezer. He very proudly showed me one of these frozen tampons one day. I had nothing to say…what could I say.

The Rudolph Steiner School was the best school ever…my favourite memories include hiding from the boys in the bamboo patch and floating down a river…

…also I ran away from it with three other girls because the teacher had cut off one of the girl’s hair…because she never tied it back. 

Meanwhile my other nine year old self is living in India…beautiful house with a lovely garden and a row of servants houses behind it. I loved going to visit the servants and would often invite them over for a swim in our swimming pool…the fact that it was slimy and green was no deterrent …Marine and Dabios didn’t mind us swimming in it either…or the servants.

While this was going on another nine year old self was exploring building sites in Melbourne and discovering a huge cache of women’s underwear in a bramble patch.

Enuf about Melbourne…In India…one of my favourite places to play in was the Lodi (Idol) gardens. We used to ride there on our bikes. Simoney had a nice new looking bike, but my bike was old and worn out and I was forever scraping the skin of my ankle bone because of a curious design fault in the manner in which the bike was manufactured. I had this scab on my ankle bone that was forever being ripped of every time I rode it. Where was Marine with a supply of band aids when I needed them?

When I wasn’t playing with Simoney in the Lodi Gardens I was either at my friend Hannah’s house or at my friend Mabel’s house…or occasionally sitting on the chauffers lap on the drive to school…which I can hardly remember. It was like I went there one day and never went back.

Hannah was the daughter of the Ethiopian Ambassador and Mabel was the daughter of the Ugandan Ambassador. They did not know each other…but I knew both of them. I cannot remember how we met.
The thing I remember about Hannah’s house is that it was flat and surrounded by whitish concrete…the house and the ‘garden’ around it were made from this exact same concrete. There was no green there and the concrete seemed to accentuate the glare of the sun causing me to squint…I don’t remember what it looked like on the inside…I never went in there.

Mabel’s house by contrast was a lavish multi-storeyed palace with opulent bathrooms on every floor. I ended up living there for a while…it was a case of one night became two nights became three nights and so on.
Whenever I wanted to stay the night, Mabel would never ask her parents on my behalf…I always had to ask them…in my most sheepish tone… “would it be alright for me to stay the night, please?”.

They always said yes.  For a while Mabel and I were inseparable. We even became spit sisters…or rather exchanged spit as a sort of vow of becoming blood sisters without exchanging any blood. We wanted to be blood sisters but we could not bring ourselves to cut each other.

Mabel had the most beautiful collection of party dresses I have ever seen and on several occasions she let me wear one of her party dresses to a party. For some reason she didn’t want her mum to know that I was wearing her dresses, so  I would have to put on one of my dresses…my one and only light brown dress, I should say…over the top of one of hers. Despite the fact that my one dress was sleeveless and made from flimsy material and hers were full skirted, brightly coloured, tulle and taffeta affairs and it wasn’t half obvious from the sheer bulk of them that I was wearing not one dress but two…my own and hers Her parents either pretended not to notice or if they did they never said anything.

Years later I remember hearing stories about a terrible Ugandan Dictator by the name of Idi Amin who went on a killing rampage, taking out most of the country’s intellectual elite, government officials and other high ranking people along with a lot of other people as well. I heard on the grapevine that Mabel and her family had been slaughtered in this rampage. I could not imagine the horror of it.

But now, when I think back on it, who’s to say that I didn’t meet Mabel and her family after this event rather than before it. Knowing what I know now…I would have to say that, that is probably what happened.
I watched a most eye opening movie a few nights ago…it was called ‘Scandalous Notations’ or something like that…The character played by Judy Dench reminds me so much of Marine…it’s not funny!

This character, Judy teaches at a school, whereupon she becomes friends with another teacher, a pretty blonde woman played by Cate Blanchett. When the character of Cate Blanchett begins a torrid affair with a fifteen year old boy at the school…Judy Dench’s character becomes incensed…not because the boy is only fifteen and the teachers pupil…no…not because of that…because she considers him to be a leprechaun.

I thought…hang on…her reaction to Cate’s character’s affair with the boy reminded me so much of my mother’s reaction to my relationship with Ben. When she found out about it, she was furious. She harangued me to break it off with him…and I’m thinking…for fuck’s sake Marine… I am a fifty year old woman. Aren’t I?  Don’t tell me who I can and can’t go out with.

And I got to thinking…did Marine consider Ben to be a leprechaun too? The only person I know who dated a leprechaun was Rosie and that was a long time ago…He was the love of Rosie’s life…or so she says. Dear old Ben!

The Forest House and other places of Abode

My first encounter with a ‘ghost’ did not take place in the Forest House...I speak of it now only because it coloured my perceptions of the ‘visitors’ who descended upon me when I lived in Forest…back in the seventies and early eighties.

My family…if you can call it that…had arrived back in Australia after a sojourn in India. The return trip had been harrowing because I had pneumonia…which I am not quite sure I survived. I was told that I had it in both lungs. Curiously my most vivid memory of that return trip was of a stopover in Hong Kong  and a family outing to a Chinese restaurant. I remember it because Dabios ordered fish lips.

Anyhoos…back in Australia…to Sydney and the house in Bondi Junction to be precise…my grandfather’s house…That first night back…I volunteered to sleep on the couch in the living room…a dark gloomy room  with a dilapidated old grand piano in the corner… because there were no other beds available…they had all been taken…I think other members of the extended family were visiting at the time. I was nine years old.

I remember waking up in the middle of the night and being scared beyond belief by the sight of an old hag…evil doesn’t even come close to describing this thing…standing at the foot of the couch just staring at me. I closed my eyes for a few moments hoping that it wasn’t real and that it would be gone when I opened them again. It wasn’t…it had moved up next to me and was looking down on me…and then I don’t remember what happened next.

When I told Marine about it the next day, she confessed that the room was haunted. I asked her why she didn’t warn me and she said that she didn’t think that it would be a problem since I didn’t know the room was haunted. Perversely she also told me that she would not dream of sleeping in there herself…and yet she had no qualms about letting me sleep there?

So fast forward a few years…we are now living in Canberra…the first house we lived in was 15 Grey Street Deakin…it was owned by the Rowland family…who were away on a diplomatic posting. My brother Simoney became friends with Andrew Rowland…a few years later… in the psyche ward at what was then the Woden Valley hospital.

My most vivid memories of that house are of it being infested with fleas…also of being very sick asthma…and of a poisoning incident where I had been given various types of medication that were… I believe the word for it is… ‘contraindicated’. I remember lying on the couch feeling like death while everyone carried on around me oblivious to my agony…I can truly say I have never felt that sick in my entire life...I don’t even know why I was given this medication in the first place…I wasn’t sick at the time…unless it was a deliberate poisoning…I probably died…I wouldn’t be surprised.

There was once incident where I was playing in the garden when Marine came rushing out at me… I grabbed on to a hose and tried to hose her down…so to speak…when Simoney rushed to her defence…I tried to defend myself and somehow ended up kicking him in the balls…which was not my intention…it was an accident…later that day…he had me down on the ground and was punching me out…in the back…which totally fucked my kidneys.

When I think back on that terrible day…I truly wonder…what the fuck was Marines problem?

We lived in a house on Golden Grove after that…memorable only for the fact that two wild dogs came into the back garden one night and ate my pet guinea pigs…one of whom was pregnant.

I was fourteen when we moved into the house in Forrest…number 50 National Circuit to be precise.

The first few years passed by without too much strangeness. I started high school…Telopea Park High…which was a nightmare because apart from anything else…I became infested with warts on my hands and face…it took a long time for Marine to deal with that little problemo…is all I can say.

In 1973 I left that school for another…Canberra Girls Grammar…on Melbourne Avenue…that’s when I met Rosie…and we soon became inseparable. It was just the two of us until Vanessa arrived…also Louise. Rosie and I drifted apart after that but not before completing the DeBorge Letters...a long and licentious saga about two extremely wayward young ladies and their amorous adventures in Victorian England or thereabouts.

To cut a long story short…I left the Grammar School during my final year following an altercation with the headmistress…Mrs Shaw…in the art room which had to do with her being outraged at us listening to the radio…anyway I was suspended for back chat or something…can’t really remember…I never went back…I left the school and then left home…well I was more or less kicked out of home…and after Dabios tried to strangle me…well enough was enough…that’s when I went to live in Jardine street.

The weirdness at the house in Forrest began after I had moved back there at the beginning of 1978…

Simoney was in and out of mental hospital and was deteriorating rapidly…not from his supposed mental condition of schizophrenia…but as a result of the cocktail of toxic drugs that he was taking.

Marine thought he had gone mad because she saw him stoned one day… ‘he was catatonic’ she said. She made several lame attempts to have me diagnosed with this same mysterious illness…without success.

Marine thought anybody who was the least bit unusual was mad. I remember telling her a funny story about the brother of a friend of mine who was a bit of a character and she said…he’s mad. It was her favourite word.

I am not quite sure of the year exactly…because everything becomes a bit jumbled at this point…I had a boyfriend called Max and he was a sweetie…we were inseparable for about a year and a half…it seems I might have been living in two or more places at the same time because while I was living in Forest…I was also living at Toad Hall and in Sydney where I met Charlie...and I also lived in Deakin for a while… ‘suburb of my first séance’…but when I look back…I think how could I have lived in all those places between the ages of nineteen and 21…and be living in Forrest with a boyfriend called Max at the same time…

All I can say is I was either 19, 20 or 21 years old and living in Forrest…Simoney by this time was an inmate at Kenmore Hospital…a notorious psychiatric institution in Goulburn that has since closed down.
One evening around about 10.00 oclock…I decided to ‘turn in’ early…Dabios and Marine were still up…and there were lights on in the house…

My bedroom was situated at the side of the house and was notable for the fact that it had opaque windows all around two sides of it.

I remember turning off my light and lying down on my bed…there seemed to be a bright light shining outside but I thought nothing of it.
Almost immediately I became aware that I was not alone…I could just make out the presence…if I can say that…of three humanoid beings…but when  I tried to turn my head to get a better look…I found myself to be completely paralysed…in my panic I tried to scream for help…but no sound would come out… there was this flurry of activity around me that lasted only a second or two and then I found myself falling at tremendous speed…the next thing I remember is being in a vehicle of some kind…travelling at great speed…

I might be wrong about this…but I feel sure that we were travelling along that road that goes past Lake Burly Griffin in Yarralumla…I have a vivid memory of an incident involving me and five boys from the Boys Grammar School.

I don’t know if this incident is connected with that one or not…all I know is this…it was the middle of winter…a freezing dark night…I find myself in Western Park naked with five boys from the Grammar School…for some inane reason we decide to swim across the lake and then walk back across the bridge to Weston Park to retrieve our clothes….I don’t remember crossing the bridge…all I remember is that I am naked walking along a highway with these boys and running from tree to tree so as I did not want to be caught in the headlights of the passing cars in such an embarrassing situation.

I don’t remember anything after that…whether we made it back or what?
Can you imagine my dilemma…if I told Marine and Dabios about it…they would have said I was mad.

Things got worse after that…every night became a nightmare. I moved out of that room into a little room next to it…that used to be my sisters room.

Many nights I would be woken by the bed violently shaking or the wardrobe would be…invisible people would come and sit on my bed…I know this because I would feel the mattress give way under their weight. One night an entity came into my room, grabbed my doona and threw it across the room.

I would also…frequently…find myself jolted out of my body…literally ejected from it…as a result of electrical shocks to my head. Simoney at that time was receiving electric shock therapy at Kenmore…could these incidents be somehow related?

On the odd occasion when I was able to overcome the paralysis that often accompanied these incidents…I would run into my parents room and curl up on the floor at the foot of their bed.

I did try to talk to Marine about the situation…once…but she just dismissed it as the product of an overactive imagination. I was also wary of giving her too much ammunition for fear that she would think that I too had gone ‘mad’.

I should say at this point that I had no idea of what was happening to me…the notion that this incidents were ‘alien’ in nature did not even cross my mind…

The visitations gradually subsided as the months wore on and life returned to normal again. As the years passed I put them out of my mind. It was easy to forget that it had ever happened…that is until they came back in 1995.

Two weird occurrences are worth mentioning here...

A young man…an acquaintance of my brother Simoney…who he knew from the psyche ward…came to stay with us for a while…he was a really charming, very engaging character. I was very drawn to him.
One afternoon, sitting on my front porch in the Forrest House…he held out his arm to show me his veins… “Look…I’ve got kangaroo blood”, he said.

Another time...it was evening…Marine and Dabios were out for the night…my little sister…Sarah…who would have been around eight years old at the time was there…as was Simoney. Simoney was acting strangely…walking in and out of the house and acting sort of deranged.
There was a knock on the front door…I opened the door to see a rather thin bedraggled looking man…aged about thirty…. with stringy long hair standing there with a little girl aged about five…she was thin, pale little thing with thin blonde hair wearing a summery cotton dress...little raggedy girl… She had with her a basket and inside the basket was a white rabbit. I invited them into the house to my regret actually because…the guy was obviously deranged…he told me he had an axe and that he was going to kill someone that night. I tried to humour him…I thought …he can’t be serious….Anyway they were gone the next morning. I don’t remember how the night ended.

Simoney had a friend…a boy called Ken Cowan…Ken was heart achingly beautiful…like an angel…and a sweet gentle soul…we all loved Ken…Vanessa, Rosie and me…

Ken was seventeen when he died… he was riding his bike over a bridge in Hoskingtown…one dark, winters night. It was pouring with rain and so the story goes…just as he was crossing a bridge…it gave way and he was swept away by the floodwaters.