Is The Re-Colonisation of Australia Underway?
Years ago, in another life, I walked down the aisle of my tram to a young Aboriginal man lying on the floor. His legs were wedged between the seats, his arms outstretched on either side of him. He looked like an Indigenous Jesus whose invisible cross had fallen, except that here, in Melbourne, his crown of thorns was a thick smear of bright yellow lipstick—the paint he’d been sniffing.
We had just crossed the river. As I peered down at him I remember thinking that a few hundred years earlier, before all these passengers from all these different countries had arrived, this tall and handsome young man, whose eyes were now swimming, would have been seen by his family, by the local tribe, as a gift from their gods.
I picked up his transparent plastic bag of paint. He got up with it, and that was how I led him off the tram.
Our last view of him was him standing on the footpath, cradling the yellow bag, vaguely studying us as the doors closed and the tram departed for all the other stations waiting ahead.
We are a good people.
If the gods arrested me and demanded an evaluation of Australians—no matter their country of origin—I would say that the vast majority of them are good, decent people. Even the mature woman who knocked on my tram door to tell me someone down the back was sniffing paint was probably a good person.
After four nights in a bush camp, where the only humans Kel and I had heard were the occasional road trains and cars passing on the nearby highway, we got back into Florence and continued heading north.
First stop: the iconic Billabong Roadhouse.
I don’t know why it’s iconic. Perhaps the name. From the outside, apart from a few new signs and a charging station for electric cars, it looked as though time had failed to dramatically change it.
But there was one noticeable difference.
Growing up, one song had encapsulated the larrikinism of its own bush era: Slim Dusty’s “A Pub with No Beer.” Well, here, on the fifth of November 2026, the Billabong Roadhouse had no fuel.
There was a pub too, looking like a vintage bush hotel, except it was fully stocked with a range of craft beers and offered freshly ground, barista-made coffee. Since the reason you were here was that you needed petrol, you might as well relax and order a latte.
Outside, the similarities returned. The crows were still here, though they are, and always were, ravens. Australia has no crows. But do you care that we all use the wrong term? Exactly.
Now, though, goats were roaming through the bowsers, unable to read the paper attached to each one: Out of Order Due to Line Issues.
The roadhouse had new owners. The same Indians had also bought the pub, with its wall of plaques that decades of travellers had donated to the Royal Flying Doctor Service.
In the past few years that we’d lived on the road, this was the umpteenth business—not just service station—that we had stopped at which Indians had bought. In most country towns it was the hottest topic. Cashed-up Indians were buying struggling businesses off white Australians, often for cash, often for far more than they were worth, and at such a rate that it is now feasible to call it an economic takeover.
Or perhaps we should call it a fresh wave of colonisation, discreetly concealed under the fear most of the public have of being branded racist.
And these Indians appear to be good, decent, hardworking people. Even their values when it comes to family are admirable; perhaps we could learn from them. I am yet to come across a homeless one, and considering how many are here now, and how many are on track to arrive, that fact is noteworthy.
I wonder if the Aborigines felt the same when they watched us, when we were first arriving.
Here and now I can see that glue sniffer almost nude and standing near the first colony, his body rippling with health as he ponders what all these new faces mean.
Do you think he could see far enough to find me interviewing the descendants of those colonists—the ones now living in their cars, or in tents pitched below the cold forest of No-Camping-Signs that have been installed all over our land, including next to these rivers, in which as kids, we used to swim?
Rivers still flowing through all our struggling towns, where the plague of “Up for lease” signs are now being cured and removed by subcontinent faces whose focused brown eyes are full of concern and hope.
Image Kelli Stevenson: Lisa’s lookout
Michael Gray Griffith
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Wow – your telling us what is going on – this is history in the making and most of us have no idea – has anyone confirmed where the money is coming from to buy the businesses – they will make a go of it – have the whole family there – it’s also their accommodation and food tax free
Wonderful writing again, Michael. I do enjoy your musings. Indeed I am yet to find a fuel station that isn’t owned or worked by Indians. Maybe we are like the Aborigines, to be taken over by another culture, and to disappear from this land in future days. How sad is all this.
ARE YOU WISE ? Have you started a collection of useful tips for the benefit of sanity ? As When emotion is high logic is low. The tried and proven methods of controlling (enslaving) non-rational / non-logical / gullible / superstitious) humans is .. A ; The religion industry sysops (selling the untestable to the unwise) whatever you imagine “gods” to be, none are (or have ever been) external. It a S & M operation, to love the one you fear . B; Or by endless financial slavery via the well dressed banking industry mafia (controlling your / global credit availability) C; the via royalty industry. No one has blood other than red. Just A likely Story to control troops and ill gotten gains. D; Your slavery via the (mental / physical) intimidation industry Humans are controlled by (in no particular order) fear / bribery / blackmail / media propaganda ABC (Always Biased Crap / All Bloody Commies) for persistent indoctrination of the innocent / ignorant. E; The most insidious practices of all is the indoctrination of the young (child / sanity abuse) to be permanently (mentally) juvenile and self-righteous rabid brats / rats / zombie zealots. All these methods are invented / utilised by globalist oligarchs (in power but never elected) and protected by essential “sacred-cows” to escape scrutiny by the intelligent / logical or rational. Many important words / concepts are deliberately misused to cloud the bleeding obvious. One being “religion” as a catch all for a wide range of barbaric cultural enslaving methods. Only western Christianity has any connection to being civilised, most are just money grubbing 2-faced snakes / parasitic hand-biters / rape culture death cults with a long history of killing while dying / dying while killing, a Trojan mafia under “religious“ camouflage Until the media-scum owners stop promoting psychosis as normal, will sanity ever have a chance to stop wars by clarifying that no one owns the sky / ocean or any part of the planet just managed (by hopefully sane nationally elected supervisors) Other words deliberately misused is truth or fact (reality). Truth is personal and usually temporary where as fact(s) is public and permanent. But usually deliberately hidden from your calculation. The word “ownership”, is another war starter / problem . To own something one needs to build it / buy it or had it gifted to you from someone who did. You can be a part-owner of a nation but never part-owner of a country. Want more ? “Heaven / Hell” only exist in a living person never external. When you do wrong you know it and will feel bad (hell) when you do good you will also know (and be / live in heaven). “Sacred” another problem. Sacred is anything that triggers an emotional memory to a person IE. a smell / a taste / a sound / a shape / something as simple as a stone or a stick can be the trigger (but only to a living person), when that person dies it is what it always was, a stick or a stone a photo etc. Now grow the fuk up people life is too short to live in a medieval dictatorship Another problem word “FAITH” (not knowledge or wisdom) means belief without testable evidence. Who in their right thinks that is a plus ? apart from the owners/ managers in the religion / army industry Basically mental control based on elaborate voodoo-doodoo “ Marriage” is another In a normal (civilised) world it is a legally-binding financial business transaction between 2 or more consenting adults of sound mind Duh. Not between a rich paedophile and a person too young to legally agree to insanity Duh.” The “Sewer-slidal Rape-U-gees” tactics of albo’s hate-preacher (ambush assassins) mates, invading / smothering / destroying anyone civilised as we speak. Some things are not know-able. Imagined boogie-men / ghosts / spirits / etc. are never external some (like a “devil”) are a manufactured scape goat so the guilty can have a lame excuse “the devil made me do it”. But when people suffer mentally (internally / in hell) the usual recourse is to pay penance (usually financially to a spiritual-shonk or to flagellate themselves or both) to return to a heavenly state. Humans are both stupid / amazing. So question / doubt everything. Super human feats are possible when the human mind is focused (usually helped by media propaganda / voodoo-shonk salesman) to be oblivious to pain / reality / danger or demonstrate super human feats of strengths. Mental state can also alter body chemistry / life expectancy. Its mind over matter (till reality bites). With humans, placebos work 30% of the time explain that. If the indoctrinated / hypnotised (in a mental trance be mentally-dogmatic) anything is possible (and they make the cruellest soldiers). But if you think you will probably fail (at something), chances are you will (and the converse is the same) Oligarch head shrinkers still control most. Be generous / thankful = Happenis . As you now know your perception is continually being controlled / corrupted by powers you don’t control (Globalist oligarchs always dependant on selling fear / delusions / hope via Violent voodoo (ambush assassins) is to distracts from their culture-smothering tactics currently attacking sane / humane / western civilisation Remember most authority is fraudulent / corrupt / invading. Prone to self-extinguishing their own right to remain living amongst the civilised. I know there is much more to reveal about what’s on the “tell-lie-vision” but I’ll beheading home now Good luck / Bye.
Michael, a well penned view of morphing landscape, so to speak.
As Dylan, once wrote: The times they are a changing 🎶
You cant have public crown lands where there is no crown.
The aboriginals will not be treated well by Indians because of their dark skin. They’re seen as low caste like the untouchable back home.