The next day was spent in lockdown trying to catch up on sleep after being in the ER for hours, desperately attempting to recover, continuing to work to crushing looming festival deadlines in the face of a chaotic and disturbing media circus. Our son dealt with reporters from 7am as they stalked and threatened and broke into our home and office with stealth and determination. That experience alone is a greater more compelling tale. And yes they continue to stalk us even now sniffing a story to leverage for whatever their latest agenda needs.
After another visit to the ER later that day for a suspected brain bleed was conducted as if we were the perpetrators trying to escape the prying eyes of the media. My husband took a serious beating and is still recovering. An unworldly Herculean strength took hold of me and somehow I was able to hold four men off with my broom stick saving him from being kicked in the head and suffering far more serious injuries.
It's a crazy funny vision - me being the ultimate witch using my broom stick for good instead of evil. I can laugh at it uncomfortably now weeks later however at the time I was bused myself with terror.
But when I consider these events closely I cannot find any good humour and simply shake my head in horror gleaning the real tragedy here. Mob mentality ruled and amid jeers of "kick her she's a blues supporter" to "It's Tony Abbots fault that we lost - just kill them" , hundreds of people witnessed us being attacked and none came to help. I've never been so ashamed of the human race.
Many of you know that I have crafted the public legend of the Pissing Lemmings as one lighter strategy to mitigate a long term ongoing dangerous situation that we residents have been managing on our own despite repeated requests for assistance from authorities. There are many elderly neighbours in our street who are terrified and no longer feel safe in their own homes. And why? No invading foreign army. No alien invasion. No state of emergency. Just mobs of Humans just like you and me who are so disconnected from nature that they behave like actual animals.
Cancel every public event. Place 100 police on every street corner. Close every hotel and bar. Instigate prohibition on alcohol. It would make no difference. This is not about alcohol or league fans or lack of funding for police resource but watch how this story will be manipulated for all those agendas. This experience demonstrates our unfortunate current social culture. I witness atrocities on social media daily. Ordinary everyday people expressing violence in the same manner. Instead of physically urinating on the home of another and exploding into violence when asked to stop they are mentally and emotionally defecating and exploding on the virtual space of others.
The dark moon on Wednesday night 28 April 2014 was a powerful one. A time when there is no solar reflection of the moon and in this dark phase allegedly posing an energetic influence not unlike a seed laying dormant under the snow just waiting to burst forth in the spring melt. Ironically I was scheduled to attend a Dark Moon circle at Palm Beach that night however due to a relentless festival workload I had to remain at home and work late.
I feel quite literally woken up. I feel as if the seed laying dormant has bloomed into the tallest strongest oak tree that no one can possibly cut down.
Those animals masquerading as humans have families, jobs, lives and are loved by their parents, partners and children. They are the face of US when we lose our connection to the light that connects us to each other. So many things in our current culture quest to divide us instead of connect. This sense of entitlement is seeping through our society on every level. When we focus on our own needs without even a thought for another, we become our own version of the pissing lemming. When I telephone the Brisbane City Council and complain about being fined for parking in my own front yard and lose my shit at the poor man taking the call who later tells me that he gets death threats just for doing his job then in that moment I am that same pissing lemming. My indignation about what I believe I'm entitled to disconnects me from reason and I unleash a mouthful of well articulated degradation and I contribute to the stress experienced by this employee simply following the process and doing his job. Who knows if my words won't be the straw that gives him a heart attack one day?
This same sense of entitlement causes people I would normally consider sane and intelligent into raving political commentators.
How did we get to this place where our behaviour is so disrespectful of the humanity of each other?
After the game, we neighbours took our positions as usual, to ensure the safety of residents walking back to their homes through the marauding pissing lemmings. Our hose was destroyed by the tradesman building our fence that morning. Something told me to hold a broom and just sweep the driveway until the lemmings left the area.
That broom saved my husbands life.
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