I love a Sun burnt Country

About two and half years ago, I had a health scare.

Prior to the onset of my symptoms, I noticed that one of my chickens became ill. It refused to eat or drink and this was a worry because it was the middle of summer. Each day the chicken became more listless, until it became totally motionless. With its beak gaping, trying to draw in air, the chicken eventually died.

Then I noticed other chickens had the same symptoms. Instead of watching them slowly and painfully die, I asked my husband to do what was necessary to take the bird out of its pain and misery. Out of 12 birds, I lost 3. They were the oldest chickens. One of my polish chickens also became ill but made a recovery.

Now my free-range chickens live in what can be described as a holiday resort. I buy the best grain, they eat our left-overs, and my green grocer gives me cantaloupes, watermelons (that are too bruised to sell) and superfluous lettuce to also feed my chickens. So they did not get ill from lack of nutrition.

Well at the same time I also became ill. I did not have a cold or the flu. I did not have a temperature but I became listless. With each passing day I was feeling worse. I could not stand and wash the dishes. I would stop half way and go sit down, regain my energy and then go back to the sink.

Now I am not one to make a fuss or a scene, I just very slowly continued. It all came to a head on a Saturday. That night we were invited to a wedding, I had absolutely no energy to attend but thought it would be rude to cancel on the day of the wedding, as organizers pay excessive amounts of money for each guest to attend.

I sat at the wedding, not eating, not drinking wishing the time to pass so I could go home but at the same time putting on a brave face and conversing with the other guests at our table. When the wedding was finally over and I made it to the car I told my husband to take me straight to the hospital.

I thought that there would not be many people in the waiting room and I would be attended to immediately. How wrong I was. The hospital waiting area, 2am in the morning was full of sick people. Most of them wearing pajamas, dressing gowns, slippers, wrapped in blankets and children screaming. The receptionist took our details and told us to take a seat. So there we sat with formal evening attire amongst people who looked as though they had come in from a war zone.

Now I have dealt with pain before. I have given birth twice and I suffer from excruciating migraines but I have never cried from pain. Well sitting in the waiting room I began to cry. I cried because to breathe caused so much pain, I cried because I could not walk any further distance, I cried because I did not look sick compared to the other people in the waiting room. I cried because I thought I would die before my number could be called. It suddenly dawned on my husband the severity of my pain and he began to cry with me.

Every one in the waiting room stared at us. My husband approached the desk and fortunately they understood and kindly took me in straight away. Now I won’t go into detail about all the tests they did, but suffice to say I did not have pneumonia, I was not having a heart attack and the doctors could not work out the cause of my symptoms.

Personally I put my illness down to the constant spraying that is emitted from unmarked planes flying overhead – chemtrails. I see them so often. Now I cannot prove anything but it is what I have observed. Ten years ago I could only work in my garden very early in the morning on hot days because we had so many bees buzzing around once the sun came up. Now days spotting a bee is a rare and exciting find.

All over the world we have reports of birds falling from the sky without explanation. Not just in Australia but other countries as well.

Above is a photo that I took on Christmas day last year from the porch in my back yard. I could not believe that they would have the audacity to spray us on Christmas day!!!

I have no idea what governments or military have in mind but this is my response to you!!

Having said that … Yes … I do love my country.