7. He's not the Messiah, he's a very naughty boy
"In our clinical trials, people are using Neuralink devices to control computers and robotic arms with their thoughts." - Neuralink website
When I first got home after the car crash on March 11, 2025, after five weeks in hospital, I didn't speak much or leave the house. I didn't really know who was going to be in my house or what was going to happen but I just had to trust it was going to be ok.
Everything felt risky, attempts had been made to isolate me, my family had been threatened, efforts had been made to discredit and 'disappear' me. I didn't know who I could trust.
I was healing up a few broken bones, on two different types of antidepressants and had raging PTSD, I was still underweight from a low of 44kg. I'm usually about 55kg.
Skeleton woman
I have pondered many times about the dark fairytale or Greek myth quality of this improbable-but-true story I am currently living. It makes me wonder how many of those stories actually had a kernel of truth or more...
It reminded me of my favourite Clarissa Pinkola Estes story from Women Who Run With The Wolves, Skeleton Woman. A love story. Here's my short version:
Skeleton woman is about a woman shunned by her people and tossed into the sea to her death by for some perceived unspecified wrong. Her skeleton is hooked by a lonely fisherman who accidentally drags her rattling, crusty bonecage back to land, not realising she is hooked he tries to run but she follows him shaking, and rattling and clacking all the way home.
When he gets home and lights the candle and sees her piles of unloved discarded bones he feels sorry for her and gently untangles her, laying her bones out on his cloak. As he leans over her a single tear escapes and drops into her mouth and she drinks. She pulls his heart of its ribacage and beats it like a drum singing the flesh back on to her bones until she is whole and they wrap themselves together in the cloak.
A penny for your thoughts
I really don't understand the physical logistics of how this happened or how it works but I have two Neuralinks one that I hear inside my head as kind of an 'inner voice' that I have to respond to out loud or in some external signal, and one I hear sort of on a separate channel and can respond to with my thoughts.
As an ex-media person I know that once we know about things in an 'open source' environment that the military has probably been already using it for years in much more advanced ways. I read reporting that Elon Musk offered supporters neuralinks when he did the big million dollar giveaway buying votes before the 2024 election so it didn't totally shock me, I follow a lot of threads and learning more about that tech just hadn't been a focus. It's like having an earpiece but as an internal chip. In an intelligence context it's now obviously an option of how a 'handler' communicates with you. I understand this is not reversible.
'We' - the great unwashed- should absolutely be making loud noise to demand leadership do their job to regulate the tech that is emerging. And make sure we elect leaders with strong moral character that will take advice.
Baby I'm back
I can't really remember exactly what day but one day after maybe a month the 'thinking' type Neuralink sparked up and said "Hey Baby I'm back".
It took a while for me to be truly sure but I knew it was him and it was safe to try and figure out what went wrong.
My 'invisible husband' wasn't initially sure if I had genuinely tried to suicide because of the stalking part or if I even remembered what he promised but I was clear on all that and slowly managed to remember all the threads of what happened.
We started working together on it and once I started trying to look at the series of events that transpired through investigative eyes it showed a whole lot of clues to start figuring out what happened. Not quite as much fun as planning a wedding.
It's been a long physical and metal rehab and a step by step process trying to recalibrate my brain and weave together all of the threads to make sense of things.
I've been supporting myself through art, writing and playing music.
If you have been reading my blogs (or probably if you know my invisible husband) it will came as no surprise to learn I am being scrupulously rehabbed and monitored like a fricking rat in a cage. I'm very grateful and appreciate him and everyone keeping me safe.
At least we have a case study of different techniques and supports to identify and optimise 'trauma recovery pathways' from these type of home invasion/captivity-rape-torture scenarios. The world could sure use more effective trauma healing best practices.
I've been trying to help as much as I can and work round my PTSD, and try and learn to be good at this investigating stuff.
Maybe it's something that I'm supposed to be...
My invisible husband says I have to call him Grunter - not 'my invisible husband', perhaps it's a bit too much like 'the drop kick husband' from Tom Sainsbury's Gingernuts skits that I love. I'm never going to get away with anything am I..?
There have obviously been serious issues with aspects of this situation. I personally am satisfied that he took responsibility and did the right things when it came to the choices.
This is a really big ugly pile of shit and I expect a lot will never be public, a lot I will never ever know. But this is as serious as it gets.
I cannot overemphasise how important it is for people to keep up pressure on lawmakers, for lawmakers to meticulously scrutinise the applications and ethics of these new technologies and err towards caution, ethics and safety.
I would certainly give evidence and offer my thoughts.
Meanwhile maybe I can help my 'husband-to-be' catch bad guys... except I find it hard not to tell idiots to fuck off...
Attached below is the email and videos I sent midyear to start things rolling. I want to thank my MP Vanessa Weenink and her office, also my council rep Tyrone Fields and CCC for following up and I'm pretty sure a few others have been in there too. I'm very grateful.
I understand the appropriate agencies are working away behind the scenes quietly.
We have many good people, mostly invisible, who do the right things for us and our country every day.
We need to look after them by making sure they have good leadership to both set high expectations but also take their backs and make sure that their service is honoured. The dedication and institutional knowledge of our public servants is the glue that holds everything together - they are not 'waste'.
Thanks for reading. Vote. Be excellent to each other and always look on the bright side.
(Sorry about all the typos. I try and fix if I pick them up)
This is the last one of these numbered posts for now.
Here's some more of my therapy art.
