From the Heart of Australia

For my people, the Australian people.

I have to admit, some days I wake up feeling perplexed why I’m in this period of history & at this time.  Then I remind myself my memory of what happened over the last 3 years is fuzzy, like a TV with bad reception, limited & coming back stronger as I come to terms with the betrayal of my people, the Australian people. 

It is almost like being hit by a fast moving bus. At the time, I wanted to crawl up in a ball & sleep on my double bed in Wilcannia under the thick flannelette sheets forever, I slept for 3 weeks. Aunty Sissy King would bring in my favorite food on a tray crispy & moist melt in your mouth roast meat with lashings of homemade gravy, and veg on the side, both steamed & roasted, with white sauce, it warmed by heart, and their faith in me made me snap out of it. I couldn't remain a victim. Not when I am more privileged than those providing me shelter, not when children were being hurt & not when they were pitting my people, the Australian people against each other.

Sissy King and Josephine Cashman, on the Darling River

I've been coming to terms with the injustice of all of this, almost replaying scenes of my life in slow motion, & linking this to the calculated creation of the aboriginal affairs industrial complex after 1967, orchestrated by the extremely privileged European Oligarchy, they’ve abused their power, nothing good has come from it.

It's not about aboriginal people. The money doesn't get to them. Aboriginal affairs, established by the European oligarchy as a means to end Australian private property rights to overthrow Australia to splinter the nation into sub-nations.

The aboriginal affairs department in Canberra is the headquarters of a silent war against the Australian people. I've been at the table of power, in the Cabinet room, in the Canberra swamp, they don't care what aboriginal people think.

There is nothing wrong with my aboriginal relatives, I saw this as a child & thought it is not right.

 I met my paternal grandfather for the first time when I was about 5 years old. My grandfather was gassed in the war. He was in the Army & the Merchant Navy. I met him & he told me about Yanks, his friends, they worked together, his stories were incredibly unbelievable to a child of traveling the seas with 6 foot waves smashing & rocking the edge, they were on the edge fighting for our liberty, & now we are here, it is bitterly disappointing, this war continued in the shadows, they’ve stabbed us in the back, & in such a malicious fashion.

It breaks my heart. No one suffered more than the Australian people in the First World War, every country town has a reminder of our loss. We grew up in Australia, with a deep respect for members of the Australian Defence Force, it is part of being an Australian. When the Sovereign Citizens (aka Orginal Citizens) spread malicious lies about them I knew I had to step up, as my granddad did.

The day I met my grandad, he held a massive stuffed toy. It was taller than my little body, I was overwhelmed. I was an olive kid, a sandy blonde, a typical looking, quintessential Aussie kid, climbing a tree, jumping in the sea no matter the season, or time of year, I loved clothes & if it was up to me. I would wear pink every day.

Afterwards mum took us in her canary yellow Holden Torana to an aboriginal reserve close by, mum went up on a verandah filled with potted plants and ferns swang off the roof, sipping what seemed to be bottomless cups of tea. 

I had heard their yarns before, many, many times, just like the introduction to the Old Testament, they’d talk about who begat who, who is related to who, over & over, over & over again, this is the basis of the culture, who you are & who belongs to you, who looks out for you, & who you look out for. 

It is very sad when you come to terms with the fact that a British intelligence actor invented aboriginal Dreamtime, that they’ve done the same in Africa, & that they’ve fabricated aboriginal culture for their hidden agenda. That they pretend to be us, to silence us.

I found it easy to make friends & within a few hours I had a group of us in the little park adjacent to the mission. A beautiful young girl a few years younger than me with dark golden brown skin said Jos, I love that toy. So I released my grip around its neck, pressing it into her little hands, I embraced her & whisper that its name is Jetta & said it is yours, it belongs to you, my dear.

My aboriginal relatives are the same as my dad's anglo family. But why do they suffer more? Why is there so much conflict & confusion? But then there is a lot of love & respect for each other. What I love about aboriginal people is you always know where you stand. They'll tell you if they don't like you. Whereas this attack on all Australians is underhanded, with actors playing out a role on the left and the right, following a script for the same international handlers who control them. 

They've deliberately racialised criminal justice in Australia they achieved this by defunding the policing of Aboriginal communities since the 1970s. They are weaponising race, they are weaponising history to divide the Australian nation. It is not right...

The government is grooming Australians into believing aboriginal people are too stupid & genetically inferior to take control of their own lives. They are nasty oppressors.

Albo's Labor Party is pretending to be the liberators of Australians living in aboriginal communities when they are in fact the oppressors, they are the cause of the 3rd world conditions on the economic fringe, social dysfunction as a direct result of the deliberate denial of 1st world rights including:

1. The opportunity for home ownership (private property rights),

2. Law & order.

These are the very things that separate us from the 3rd world. Instead of admitting it, they infer it is a racial issue when it is not, they are determined to divide the Australian nation. You know that they created these problems for their pre-planned solutions.

I knew something was wrong. I had no idea it was so malicious & embedded. I agree we need to stick together. Not just to stop the Uluru voice but to make Australia for Australians.

We need wise people to help & I look forward to getting to know you. I went from thinking everyone is good, to finding it hard to trust.

But there is something about you, there is something about this nation, there is something about the Australian spirit that makes me believe that we are standing here together on the edge of a miracle.

I trust that my people, the Australian peoples hearts will light our way, showing the path out of tyranny, to be the lighthouse of hope for the nations of the world.

More than friends or neighbours, we hold a deep loyalty to each other, we're family, a bond from the greatest industrialisation of a nation, built upon the backs of our ancestors' work.

You're worth it, you're the reason why I risked it all for my people the Australian people.

Expose the traitors. stay grateful and united.

 In Gratitude,

Josephine