Killing machines

It’s that time of the year again, when killing machines are on the prowl……


Next month the oval I’m parked next to will be getting poisoned with  a herbicide to kill broadleaf plants growing there.  Trying to find further information on the product selected isn’t easy.  Sure, plenty of manufacturers information, but no comprehensive independent information is easily found.

Bow and Arrow– gotta love the names chosen for these products – NOT!

Active ingredients.   

That list makes sense to an agricultural chemist, perhaps, but not to me.  Don’t get it in your eyes though, or there could be long term damage.

Mind you I shouldn’t be surprised at the lack of information.  Agrichemical companies are a law unto themselves.  Plus BigPharma.  Often one and the same.  How do you feel about the company supplying you with medication, also supplying farmers with toxic chemicals?

Needless to say, I’ll be leaving that area for a time.  For the sake of my health, and for my animals also.  Hopefully the kangaroos who come to graze there won’t be affected, nor the local magpies who eat the grubs that live in the soil there.  But who really cares?

A little ray of sunlight….

While there’s been lots of doom and gloom recently concerning a certain ‘thing’ spreading across the world, I have seen something on the news that makes me happy.

There’s a shortage of farm chemicals.  Given that I’m profoundly ill-affected by the toxic farm chemicals that are currently being used widely across Australia, despite the known carcinogens in them, it makes me quite happy.  Perhaps I won’t have to evacuate so many times this autumn/spring due to the toxic air in the countryside.

Perhaps farmers will start to wake up and begin to use other methods to farm with!

Councils have begun trialing other methods.

It all begins at home too, so thanks Moms Across America.

Let’s all think of the well being for the children.  


Watch “They are killing us. Firefighter blames government for Australia’s bushfire crisis 7NEWS” on YouTube

Since I first posted this, two volunteer fire fighters have lost their lives in the course of fire fighting, and others were injured.  And the weather continues to be extreme.

Where I am at present, the predicted temperature for today is 49C.   And thunderstorm.

The sky looks weird.  And I’m in an area that is not as severely affected as so many others.  At least I have smoke free air to breathe at present.  A friend just sent me a photo of the air where he is in Victoria.  Visibility down to a few hundred metres, instead of kilometers.  He has a pre-existing lung condition, and it’s not an easy time.

Hundreds of people/families are being displaced.  I tell you, it’s like a war zone out there.


Canaries in the coal mine

This week I needed to visit a larger town, Port Augusta, to do some shopping for food and things for the van.  The saving grace for me was visiting the Arid Lands Botanic Gardens, where at least I could recover from the assault of chemicals that had assailed me from the moment I stepped from the vehicle in the township.  These days I’m not as severely affected by these chemicals as earlier, but that’s only in general terms.  There’s still times when my normal functioning is compromised to a greater degree.  Farm chemicals remain the worst.  Or should I say, herbicides and pesticides, as more and more home ‘gardeners’ are using these killing products.  Society has been brainwashed into thinking they can, and need to, control Nature.  Look at the language that is used now – kill, control, eliminate.  Not nurture, respect, understand.

I’ve had 15 years to gain an understanding of what cut me down in what I considered to be the prime of my life.  It’s taken me a long time to describe how it feels to live in this ‘modern’ world.  For me it feels like living in a war zone, with a possible sniper around any corner.  I’m always on alert, if I’m in a populated area.  I’m a refugee in my own country, ready to evacuate at a moment’s notice, to escape to somewhere less toxic.

That’s one of the reasons I live in a camper, why I live on the road.  It’s safer that way.


I’m one of the lucky ones.  At least I’ve had the experience of a normal life.  It’s the children I really feel sorry for.  Especially those whose parents have little to no understanding of how they are contributing to their own child’s illness.  I’ve also always been more of a fringe dweller, so the isolation from most social situations isn’t an issue.  Spare a thought for those who’s lives are extremely challenging, where they cannot bear any sound, light; where getting through the next moment is a huge effort.

Anyway, the reason for the rant today, is the latest post from Labyrinth Press.

When I was diagnosed with MCS/ME, I was lucky to be referred to a doctor who had at least an understanding of it, and who supported me in my efforts to survive.  Eventually I was able to receive a government pension. Today, if I presented with the same symptoms I would be told it was a mental condition, and put through a whole raft of exercises and ‘treatment’ that would only exacerbate my condition.  And no pension.

Before I got ill, I was running my own business.  I was independent.  Accepting the advice to apply for the pension was difficult.  The day I received notification it was forthcoming, I felt extreme grief.  Loss.  It’s been an interesting journey.  🙂

But without that financial support, I’d not have survived.  Most likely I’d have taken my own life, as many do, when the struggle is totally overwhelming.

Probably one of my regrets during what I call the ‘horror’ years, was not telling friends just how bad I felt.  I had grown up not talking about feeling, and certainly not expecting any support.  I was used to ‘cracking tough’.  I was not being truthful.  To them or myself.  I lost most of the few friends I had.  They didn’t understand why I couldn’t even have a telephone conversation let alone cope with a visit. In the end, it was the kindness of strangers who helped me through it.

So it’s been an interesting process….. to get me to where I now will speak up about a very personal matter publicly.  It’s because it matters.

The reason I speak up is to help the others who still feel they need permission to speak up.  We have a voice – let’s use it for good!

The reason I titled this post Canaries in the Coal Mine, is because I feel people need to take heed of what our bodies are telling us.  We need to take heed of what animals are trying to tell us.  We need to take heed of what the Planet is trying to tell us!!!

For Heaven’s Sake, open your eyes and ears and your heart and CARE for all – we’re in/on this ball in the sky together, and need to wake up and work in co-operation with each other.  Please please please.