The Crossroad Inn

it is stories like this that scare me. Or more the repercussions of the story in question that scare me the most.

670 000 chinese people are without drinking water after severe drought in the Liaoning Province in North East China. The article goes on to say that 50 million Chinese face drinking water shortages each year.

That is where the scary bits come to mind. That is 50 million people. A huge amount, Over twice the population of Australia alone that face potential death each year. Do you think that these people are going to sit back and allow themselves to starve and die of thirst? All 50 million? Or are they going to get ideas? Might is right, Why should they sit back and die when they see that the grass is greener or in this case, the water is bluer on the other side of the fence.

China has self designed for it's future. A future that doesn't need nostradamus to prophecize. Maybe it was natural selection and the only way the pyramid could go, after it was built but the over population and one child boy preferred policy has created a monster. A monster that has no choice but to unleash. China grows in power every day. 

More and more western civilzation rely on China to make, create and supply many of it's basic needs. Most electrical appliances, computer parts, technology, toys and more are made in China. We funnell huge amounts of money, uncaringly into the Chinese coffers.

China buys it's basics off us like coal and other supplies and then get that money back one hundred fold through the products those basic elements produce.

The one child boy preferred regime has produced an army. An Army of horny virile fit soldiers full of national patriotism and the need for supremecy.  China gets richer but their people get poorer in base needs, that wealth has come at a price. The cost? The cost is the land, the environment, the pollution and the health of the citizens. China has not cared about the byproducts and reactions to it's massive industrial growth. If a nation cares so little about polluting it's own land and contaminating it's own people, how do they view other lands, how do they view other peoples? Is it with contempt?

China has no choice, they have sowed the seeds of their own destruction in that creation of wealth and growth. They have nowhere to go but out and over if they wish to survive. The land is polluted, it is raped of natural resources, the farmlands are either in drought or flood and the people are in the grip of health crisis with issues such as the Bird Flu and AIDs reaching epidemic proportions.

It is a matter of time, when the time is right, China will destroy the western economy and start taking over. All they need to do is to flood the market with US dollars and bamm!! worthless economy, America would not just go into recession, it would fall into a pit. The depression of the 30's will look like a bump in the road after this.

ABC Net.au - China 670 000 Have No Water. 

A drought in China's north-east Liaoning province has left nearly 700,000 people without drinking water after rainfall in the first three months of 2008 tumbled to one-fifth levels last year, the Xinhua agency said.

The area is a top grain producer, and maize and rice farming is due to begin next week, but from January to the end of March it had got less than 2 centimetres of rain.

Some 66 reservoirs have dried up, but the area has raised cash to build 1,700 new wells and expand and upgrade water conservation systems to try and ensure spring planting can go ahead, Xinhua said, citing local sources.

China's weather administration said in early April that drought parching other parts of northern China was the worst in several decades and would continue this month.

Drought and floods are perennial problems in China, which has per capita water resources that are well below the global average. Its meteorologists have said global climate change is exacerbating extreme weather, including droughts.

About 30 million Chinese in the countryside and more than 20 million in urban areas face drinking water shortages every year despite huge government investment to address the problem.

08:43 AM - Two Faced Now Open
Category: News and Politics

Two Faced

According to her parent’s their little girl Lali, is fine and drinks from both mouths. All four eyes open and shut. The father has declined to have his daughter examined with with CT Scan to check if her internal organs are all right.



The child is now worhipped by villagers as a Goddess Incarnate and a gift from the Fire Goddess worhipped in the area, Durga, who is depicted in Art work as having THREE eyes and many arms.
Durga - Wikipedia







This bring me to the recent story of the little girl named Lakshmi who was born in another Indian village with four legs and arms after she never sucessfully separated from her twin at conception.



That little girl was also worshipped as a Goddess Incarnate and her village was swamped with thousands of people from miles around come to view to new little Goddess Incarnate.




In that case modern medicine won the battle. But at what cost. The parents decided and rightly so that it was in their daughters best interests to undergo surgery to correct nature’s mistake and to separate her from her twin as should have occured at conception. That little girl is now going well back in her village all but one major thing.



Her parents are now shunned in disgust by villagers. They committed a cardinal sin by the corrective surgery, a sin against their God. They are not spoken to in their village now. Their life is misery and poverty but their little girl can at least grow up to be happy and healthy.

Lakshmi’s parents Shambhu and Poonam named her after the four-armed goddess of wealth, and it was their love for her that stopped them from selling Lakshmi to the highest bidder.

"We took her to a hospital in Delhi after her birth but some circus owners got to hear about her. They wanted to turn her into a freak show and offered us money, but we brought her back to the village," says Shambhu, who has a farm in Bihar’s Terai region.

Too scared to take her to a hospital again, the couple hid her in the village until paediatric surgeon Sharan Patil from the Bangalore-based Sparsh Hospital heard of her and offered to operate for free. Along with the Sparsh team, surgeons and experts from Dr Devi Shetty’s Narayana Hrudalaya will participate in the surgery.

Lakshmi’s Story

 

What the Hell? Her parent did the right thing for their daughter and now they are shunned and treated with disgust because of religion?

few weeks ago there was a story of a little girl who got sick. She just started sleeping a lot and being sick, so her parents prayed for her and kept on praying for her. Relatives finally called 911 and child services and the child was taken to hospital but it was to late. She died. She died of a common and very treatable form of diabetes. Her parents prayed for her. They were interviewed and said they hold no guilt for their choice to pray for their daughter rather than seek help. They said it was in God’s hands as that is what the bible said.
Parent’s Pray Over Sick Girl







Morman Polygamy Camp Raided
Then this week we have the case of Warren Jeffs, who in the name of relgion and the book of Revelations started a cult of break away mormons and polygimists in Utah and Texas along with other states. Mr Jeffs has been convicted and sentenced in sex crimes of knowingly having a 14 year old girl married off to one of his cousins.


This week their compound in Texas was raided and all the women and children taken out. Many of you will have been following the story as I have out of morbid curiousity that something so bizarre could happen in todays world. I understand the "doomsday idea" there is many who do think that times are changing but to have these old men married off multiple times to young girls who slave away on the farms all day for the dream of self suffiency is somewhat sick and very perverted.



But that wasn’t what grabbed my attention the most about this case. It was watching the children streaming out the gates with their parents that really alerted me to something big amiss. I was admring the little girls dresses and pretty pastel colours of the rainbow, thinking it was better than the usual drab sackcloth that cults require of their victims when it dawned on me, where were the little boys. tens and tens of little girls walked out, and then one little boy would be seen in his mother’ arms. Then another 15 girls and then a boy walking with his sisters.

Ploygamist Cult Raid

What in the hell is that? Do we have a case of selectively breeding girls here?

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Above speaks of the first lot of girls taken. They later admitted most of the 401 removed from the compound were mostly female even the children.

I must interject with some dry humor.. that will make the Chinese happy, after all, they are selectively breeding men with their one child policy.

But back to it why all the girls where are the boys? The ratio’s do not add up. Are some of the boys terminated on ultrasound identification? *Shudder to think of that one*

I have read stories of the Lost Boys of these polygamist cults and the sadness of their lives where they are worthless and never allowed to marry the girls they love, INstead finding themselves cast aside by families and friends while they watch their dream lovers married off to greed lecherous old men with harems.

Lost Boys of Polygamy are young men who have been excommunicated or pressured to leave polygamous groups such as the Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints (FLDS) or the Latter Day Church of Christ, churches that splintered from, but have had no affiliation with The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints after 1890.^[1] Most of the Lost Boys are between the ages of 13 and 21 when banished or pressured to leave.^[2]

Critics of the FLDS say that, given the fact that roughly equal numbers of boys and girls are born in any community absent sex-selective abortion, the practice of polygamy leads unavoidably to bride shortages and a surplus of boys. Lost Boys are the surplus boys who are removed from polygamous sects in order to reduce competition for wives. While some boys leave on their own, many are ostensibly banished for misbehavior such as watching a movie, playing football, or talking to a girl.^[2] There are also young women^[3] who have left or been pressured to leave because they did not want to be part of polygamous marriages.^[4] While it is difficult to estimate how many boys have been thrown out, their numbers are estimated to be as low as 400 and as high as 1,400. ^[5]

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As time goes on fragmentation is society takes us further from the truth and further from peace. How insane when religion gets in the way of tiny babies born deformed through accidents of nature or toxic envirnoment, from being surgically corrected to help them live a healthy life.

How insane when villager worship that child as an Incarnate of a God or Goddess. That takes us back to the time of scrifice when children were thrown into pits of fire to placate Gods of fire.

How insane when parents pray instead of getting their child life saving help. Sacrificing a child’s life to their God

How insane that an insane man with pure greed and lust twists lives and people through lies into living his own sick perverted pleasure and dreams.


This world continues to get more and more bizarre and this part of the bizarreness relates to interpreations of religion.. what happened to the truth?

Well I wrote this for a contest but do not wish to kill the storyline by cutting it in half to fit the 600 word criteria ...so i thought I would post the story again for you all to read and hopefully enjoy. This is only the first draft. It still needs refinement. I like to write and then leave my piece for a bit and come back all fresh to do the second draft as I always look at it differently then.

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Sarah stopped and straightened, wiping the sweat from her brow as she looked around at the mountains surrounding her. It was a steamy spring day in the tropics of Australia. On the horizon threatening foreboding stom clouds gathered and slowly drifted inland.

She turned to review her morning accomplishment in the garden and walked back slowly towards the farmhouse to make lunch for her herself and her small son Bailey, who was playing quietly under the mango tree which was bursting with pre season fruit nearby.

As she stepped into the house, she stopped a moment and frowned, peering outside again into the sunshine. It was so still, unusually so for this time of day, calm and very silent. No birds were chirping away in the trees that were gently swaying on the hills nor were the rabbits skipping over the meadows and playing hide and seek with each other. "Eerie".

She shrugged as she stepped inside and went to switch the television on as she made the sandwiches.

She froze as the picture came on and the voice boomed into the room. The midday newscaster was highly agitated as he spluttered out his lines. Sarah listened and watched intently, trying to grasp exactly what she was hearing.

"I repeat, New Zealand has been totally destroyed by a massive volcanic eruption and numerous deathly shockwaves that have caused the island country to sub duct between two tectonic plates. It is believed that hundreds of thousands of lives have been lost in the catastrphic disaster"

"No, thought Sarah and shook her head, this cannot be happening and leaned forward to hear more.

The newscaster continued, Sarah's face and body was beginning to register the horror and enormity of what she was hearing. A chain reaction had occurred along the Pacific plate, starting with deep quakes registering in the New Guinea region and after a period of calm it seemed all hell had broken loose. Volcanoes spewing molten lava had suddenly sprung up along the pacific and nazca plate edges where it intersected with smaller plates, instantly creating new islands where none had previously existed. The stresses caused from the plates shift had caused quakes all over the planet at it's weakest spots, culminating in a massive horizontal slide of two plates intersecting south of new Zealand.

Shakily while still listening to the newscaster Sarah ran and called Bailey inside, stopping a moment to reflect and observe the dark formations on the horizon, they took on new meaning now, she thought as an ice cold chill ran up her spine.

She lived inland about 200 kilometres from the sea, on a mountain meadow, which seemed at the moment to be a safe spot as the newscaster began to list the areas affected by the massive tsunami's that the series of seismic events had created. Her face fell as the television switched to footage of a massive wall of churned up muddy, dirty brown water barreling towards the Sydney Harbour Bridge, swallowing the Opera House, with just the peaks of the sails visible as the water consumed everything in it's path.

What was happening here, she hugged Bailey to her chest, He seemed to sense something was wrong and he looked quizzically into her eyes, His own deep blue eyes staring innocently and questioningly at her. "Mummy" he said and touched her face with his tiny warm hand. "What is making you sad".

Sarah choked and couldn't answer him, she kissed him, then held him tighter as the voice and images droned on and on through her senses. The newscaster was fairly yelling now, his face was beet red as he told of the currently happening destruction of California. Ten minutes beforehand Mt St Helens had exploded, blowing a nearly a kilometre off the top of her and spewing lava miles into the sky, the shocks had triggered the San Andreas fault to give way in a reaction of quakes through to southern California, each measuring over 9 on the Richter scale.

The newscaster stopped as a hand came into camera view and passed him yet another sheet of paper. He frowned and sighed as he turned to face the camera. It was almost with a dull monotone that he read from the latest item to hit the desk.

"Due to the massive series of seismic events along the pacific rim of fire, the earth has created such a wobble that it is now believed the moon has been thrown erratically out of it's normal orbit around our planet. It seems that these events will continue and it is as yet unknown when the events will subside. Emergency marshal law has been enacted all over the country. Please stay tuned for instruction bulletin to follow.

Suddenly the earth beneath Sarah's feet became unstable. She squealed loudly as she felt a rush of power come towards her. She felt like she was on the edge of a high cliff, with a steam train rushing at her full steam, a roar rang in her ears as she ran to escape the confines of the house, Bailey still held tightly against her chest. Sarah fell out of the front verandah and laid there as the Earth rendered, shook and screamed beneath her. The air around her rushed and roared. Bailey started screaming, his voice blending in with the screams of the earth. The wrenching and tearing continued as the sky darkened and a thick orange brown cloud filled the air. Inside the house the TV became silent, but the shaking continued, getting stronger and stronger.

Sarah pulled Bailey closer and crawled away from the house as behind her the foundations of the 150 year old farmhouse tore away and the building collapsed with a screech of torn metal. The ground tore apart in front of her and she stopped crawling and she watched in seemingly slow motion as the garden she had tendered to so lovingly that morning slid away down into a pit that had appeared, swallowing it all in one long movement. Sarah screamed now as on the distant mountain peaks, bright red rivers of molten lava appeared, bursting into the heavens like New Year's fireworks against the darkened skies.

Bailey stared transfixed as steam vents sizzled up in geysers and all around cracks appeared on the ground like a maze of spider webs over the area. Trees were uprooted and crashed back down with an almighty wrenching sound

The roar was louder now, the shaking seemed to be building to a crescendo, a symphony of horror and Sarah found she could not move or make a sound and then it happened. The crescendo peaked, there was a flash, a crack of sound, blinding colour and in that instant of agonizing pain Sarah called Bailey's name. Then there was nothing as an explosion ripped through the solar system and the Earth was no more.

Rose Garden - The Day my Sister Died.

The 16th of November 1988 dawned a sunny warm spring day and I woke up around 7am feeling fresh for once. Jumping out of bed, I wandered out to the kitchen to make a cuppa of coffee to liven me up. I stood there listening to the birds singing in Dad's aviary out the back as I waited for the jug to boil, little realizing that the day would turn out to be the worse day of my life.

It was five days before my 22nd birthday and the house was empty, mum and dad were in Sydney at dad's heart specialist, as dad had only been released from hospital the week before after having a near fatal series of heart attacks. I sat reading the paper and shortly afterwards there was the sound of a key turning in the front door, my sister Cathy had arrived for her morning cuppa on the way to work.

Cathy lived half an hour south of us in Jamberoo with her husband Trevor and worked about ten kilometres north of us in Fairy Meadow so it was logical for her to leave home earlier of a morning and stop in for a cuppa with mum and dad before work. I was usually fast asleep at this time and missed seeing her. I started work at 10 of a morning and my nights were full of partying so lazy late mornings were the norm for me.

But this morning my body clock decided different for me and my sister sat down and drank her coffee with me and we talked. We really talked, for probably the first time in our lives we talked, as two adults, as sisters. We talked about me starting uni in Wagga in the new year and how excited I was that my life was going where I wanted it to go, that the confusion of my teen years and relationship with Zoran, Krystals father were behind me. We talked of Cathy's inability to conceive and how it had hurt me that nobody had told me about it. My parents and sister were very closed in "private matters" and felt that it was something not to de discussed within the family. So I never had a clue there was a problem and just thought that they hadn't decided to have kids yet. Me being me, was a "stirrer" every time I would see her I would tease her about her extended wait to have children, little realizing the pain and torment I must have visited upon her each and everytime I "stirred it up". Why hadn't mum quietly taken me aside and said hey there is problems. I ended up finding out through one of my sister friends.

My sister and I discussed this for the first time. I told her I was prepared anytime to be a surrogate mother for her and she was over the moon. I told her if she had told me prior it would already be happening, I would have done it anytime. She explained that she had an appointment later that morning with her gyno and she would tell him what I had said and see what we had to do if her current treatment didn't work.

I had two jobs at the time, one at the fraternity club as a cashier and bar wench and during the day I worked at the TAFE food school which was also at Fairy Meadow as a chef's assistant. Mostly I worked with the pastry chef and at the end of the day I would take home delicious cakes that had been baked, chocolate cakes, tea cakes, butter cakes, birthday cakes, Christmas cakes, cupcakes, cream sponge cakes, buns and slices, biscuits and cookies every single goodie and sweet imaginable.


So before Cathy left that fateful morning I handed her two giant cakes for her workplace's morning tea. I walked her down to the car, still chatting a way, a pleasant relaxed feeling inside and a hope that our relationship would be little easier from now on. I watched as she placed the cakes on the floor of the car then she climbed into the drivers side and drove off. I stayed standing there long after her car had disappeared around the corner in Gundarun street.

It was 8.35 am.

A little while later when I had gotten out of the shower there was another knock at the door. It was Lisa one of my friends who had come to say hi on her way into town to do some shopping. We chatted while I continued to get ready and then she said "Oh by the way, don't go your usual way to work today. There has been an accident on the F6 and someone died."

I froze, my blood froze, I knew at that point, I just knew I didn't know how I knew I just did. I looked at Lisa and said "where". She explained it was about 200 metres south of the Gipps road overpass, a silver car had gone under a truck.

The blood drained from my face as I pictured myself not 40 minutes earlier waving to the back of a silver sedan as it cruised down my street. I shook my head and sensibility set in. "No, thousands of cars travel along the expressway each day, hundreds of those cars are silver". The thoughts raced around in my head, a million scenarios.
I explained to Lisa my fears and we both found a hundred reasons for our imagination getting away from us. Lisa left soon after and I fnished getting ready and jumped in my car for the journey to work.

I just had a "bad feeling" I couldn't explain the pit in my stomach or why I felt the way I did. It felt like the sunny day was overcast by a grey shadow. I drove off and as I turned into Robsons road down towards the expressway onramps, I could see to the north the flash of red and blue lights. The traffic was banked up on the southern side traveling north only, way back as far as I could see past Figtree, the next suburb to the south.

I went straight ahead instead of attempting the onramp and drove along the parallel side road amongst the housing estates. When I got to Gipps Road, the fear and curiosity got the better of me, instead of keeping on going the direction I was going, I detoured again, driving along the road that would take me over the overpass. I got to the bridge and slowed to a crawl, many other drivers were stopped and there was a crowd on the bridge looking towards the accident. I craned my neck to see amongst the people towards the accident which I could see about 150 metres to the south of me. Then I saw it. A silver sedan that looked so familiar.
"I had to keep driving, there was cars behind me and I had to get to work. Once again the sensible fairy sat on my shoulder chattering away. Don't be silly, there is hundreds of silver cars, many many silver cars, beside you are as blind as a bat, you haven't got your contacts in so you couldn't see what it was, It could be a Ford or Toyota and even if it was a Holden, it could have been a commodore".
I reasoned with myself the rest of the way to work but always at the back of my reasoning was this awful pit of fear and knowing.

I walked into the food school in zombie mode, I don't remember arriving in the staffroom but when I arrived I found I couldn't bear it anymore. The bells were chiming loudly and I ran upstairs to the Head Teachers office to ask If I could use his phone. I dialed the number to Cathy's workplace and shook as it connected, expecting to hear Cathy's voice and then having the sensible fairy slap my face and tell me to go lie on a couch somewhere and talk about my Histronic personality disorder. But no, one of the other girls answered "oh no Cathy's not in yet".

Thud, my heart hit my feet as I replaced the receiver. I looked at my bosses secretary who I knew lived at Figtree to the south of the accident. I asked what time she had left for work and she answered "oh about 8.40".

I asked her if she had been held up and driven passed the accident and she nodded and said she had been held up about 20 mins but still got to work only a little late. By this time the alarm bells were deafening but the sensible fairy kept running around with cottonwool and silencing the sound.

While this was going on some my fellow staff not working in classes, had gathered and two of them asked me what vehicle she was driving and then left to drive back passed the accident to check it all out. My boss rang the police and hospital only to be told there was no details. I dialed my brother in laws number and was relieved when he answered the phone. I asked him if Cathy was going anywhere else before work that morning. He said no and told me about the appointment later that morning that he was meeting her for.

He asked why I wanted to know and once again the fairies came out arguing but I felt I should say something.
"I don't want to scare you or alarm you Trevor but there has been an accident on the F6. It's a silver car and Cathy's not at work yet".

Silence and then Trevor said "Hang on a minute, it's 10 am the news will be on"> He dropped the phone and I could hear the radio faintly in the background reporting the accident as the top headlines.
"The sole famle occupant of a silvr grey Camira has been fatally injured in a head on collsion on the F6 this morning at Gynneville".
All of a sudden I could hear Trevor keening in the background, "noooooooooooooooooooo"

He came back on the phone after a minute and I told him to calm down and that we didn't know for sure. I relayed the hundred sensible points I had argued with myself over all morning to him and told him I was ringing the hospital again. He said he would get ready and come up to Wollongong immediately, earlier than he was going to.

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I didn't want to hear her, I just wanted to do what I had to do and be out of there, I wanted it all not to be real, I wanted to get a hug off my mum and her tell me it would be ok.
The curtain slid back and my eyes lifted to slowly take in what I was seeing. It was my sister but it wasn't. She was lifeless, purple, swollen and bruised. Her eyes were closed and there was dried blood around her mouth. A sheet covered her up to her chest but I could see the massive bruising on her chest. She didn't look asleep, she looked dead, white gray swollen dead.

I turned away and walked out of the room, saying yes that's my sister as I left. As I walked out I asked the officers if they had managed to get my parents at the roadblocks up the mountains and they shook their heads.

I turned to Vivian and asked her if she could drive me to Gran B's. Mum and dad would go straight there for lunch on their arrival back from Sydney and pick my daughter Krystal up to take her home. We pulled into the street and I gave a sigh of relief to see my parent's car out the front. All emotion was locked down, there were things to be done. I got out and went up to the wire security door. I looked down the hallway to my father sitting there in puzzlement at my arrival in my pink work uniform.

Grandma came and answered the door and took one look at my white face, asking me what was wrong. I floated past her into the dining room where my parents were sitting, obliviously enjoying a salad lunch.

The radio was on in the background, the strains of the 12 oclock NEWS broadcast runin music  already blasting into the room.

Dad stood up. "whats wrong".

"Cathy's been in an accident I said, without a flicker of emotion in my voice and on my face."
Mum jumped up. "Is she ok".

"No she's dead," I answered and sat on the sofa staring straight ahead. "she was in an accident on the f6 and she was killed instantly. Oh mum I am so sorry".

This has been the hardest Blog I have ever written. I promised all year I would write this event today on the anniversary of my sisters death, the 16th of November. Today the emotion has run free and I have relived those events as if they were only yesterday. The pain is as strong as it was then. The tearing apart.  The never getting to say goodbye. But I like to think I did say goodbye that morning. I had told her my hope and dreams and plans of the future, we had talked, we had said sorry, we had reconciled our childhood, we were adults. One with a path that's was tragically cut short in her prime, and one whose live was about to change forever that day.

Tomorrow I will complete this episode.. for now I have to go outside and smell the roses… and remember my butterfly.. my sister.. the golden pure one…

R.I.P. Cathy 16.11.88
The lion sleeps tonight