magpies

In the retirement village where I now live there was a magpie singing on the back fence who wasn’t interested in food

 Hence am re posting this which I wrote when still in Goolwa

One of the few magpies that still come here (despite the crows and ibis) has been singing since early morning—at first I thought he wanted feeding but his partner is no where to be seen (so am guessing she died)

Similar happen years ago when there were more magpies and less humans:

I went looking and found the mapies’ partner dead on the road.

I am in tears:

I feel the despair:

i have always been abused and ridiculed for this.

In recent years since someone suggested that I was an empath I know people who feel the same.

These two babies were “road kill” a few days after the photo was taken

enjoy your day

A SHORT STORY ABOUT HEALING THE  BLUE PLANET

I wrote and published this sci fi short story a few years ago (under the above title) when the human population was

7.4 billion:

(1st published 4th April 2017)

It is now more than 8 .4 billion

I wrote this short story as social satire and sympathetic magic

The idea that we were genetically engineered is from Mayan writings plus my belief that humans are not indigenous to the planet

The concept of translocation was once a practice pre Roman Empire and apparently still is in some so called primitive cultures

The idea that humans were livestock for the gods is mine but am sure others have thought this

I chose Ophiuchus because I was I was drawn to this constellation

I chose Kunapipi because I respect and admire the wisdom and spirituality of indigenous Australians

The clairvoyant Experiences of a Sceptic is not a literary masterpiece

but a true story.

I don’t know the meaning of life:

nor understand the nature of reality:

I do know physical death is not the end.

And there are so many amazing stories omitted so as not to break client confidentiality.

The second part I wrote as therapy and had not intended to include.

It wasn’t included in the original l publication

( I started shaking when I tried to write about the abuse so it is badly written and a great deal omitted)