My body, this frame, shape, form that makes up Frederick Coenraad Nortje is mine! It is mine alone. It cannot be given away. A promise, commitment, contract does not pass ownership. Rules, laws, legalities and legislations cannot prevent it from expressing itself, it cannot be controlled, it cannot be owned.
Fred knows it goes beyond this, even the frame is temporary, it will be taken away. He knows this beyond any doubt of doubt, as you do, the evidence is indisputable. Not a single person alive knows what it is like to be dead, for your body to be completely decomposed, the only remnants of your remains argon atoms. But, you will die, it will happen, everybody who has ever lived has or will, and they all know this.
Therefore, and this as clear as clear can be, nobody alive ever knows what happens after life, in death, decomposition, non-existence of any remains that were ever you. Not a single person EVER.
Where is Babaji? Where is God? Where is any other of these supreme compassionate empathetic loving creatures, where are they? How can they sit back and watch innocents, absolute innocents, from 0 days to 36,524 and more, be tortured, raped, abused and this planet destroyed? How?
One, because none of them exist except in heads. Two, because they are all absolute fucking cowards and, to be perfectly frank, or fred, there could not be any more pathetic entities, beings, humanoids, whatever. It is not possible.
Sitting back jacking each other off at little boys with priest’s cocks in their arses, far out people, use your brains.
It is possible actually, to be more pathetic, many examples. You of course, blind drone follower.
Understand the my ownness is the goal here. We start where we start, where you will need to sit in courage to listen. But should you, can you, you will understand the simplicity in the human condition and know the steps to take to undo it in yourself.
It will be hard work, it is worth it.
Suicide survivors
Has anyone ever in your conversations told you that they are a suicide survivor? How did you respond. Fred’s response is quite funny, going to share it with you.
Firstly says nothing, waits, he knows you’ll say more, cannot help yourself, you do. You tell him how you tried to kill yourself.
So, what you are saying is that you are not actually a suicide survivor, you are a self-harm for attention survivor. I’m not sure I want to say survivor, but for simplicity.
The response, of course crazy crazy offtapness, I did try to kill myself, I DID.
Amigo, amiga, in order for you to get me to accept that you did indeed try to kill yourself you must accept the fact that at that point I will then call you the dumbest cunt that has ever sat in front of me. Equally, and it does not get dumber. So dumb you could not do the most simple thing, the most simple, remove your own breath. This is where we are at pal, think about it, come back to me.
Nobody wants to admit they are too stupid to remember to breathe but somehow keep breathing anyway, the self attention suicide acceptance isn’t even at this level.
To kill oneself, which every single human being has the right to do, this body is yours, it is your own. Disfigure it, make it the ugliest thing on earth; Fred’s case, this thing from the MAFS show that had done some awful shit to her face, they met at an Ayahuasca ceremony. Was not even human.
You, your body, your breath are your own. If this experience is not for you end it, make the choice for yourself, but end it knowing that you have no idea if you will be back or not. End it knowing that you are doing what is best for you and for the world you exist and interact with.
Fred’s only living to make sure attachment is not driving his dying, no other reason. Attachment is currently driving parts of his living, therefore he has work to do, therefore he is not living completely yet. The absence of attachment he has no idea what will be like, will reassess and make a new decision on arrival.
But still, will live in the meantime, and this is the simplicity of living to understand attachment, you live. You experience you, your temple (body), every everything, it is phenomenal, the most phenomenal of phenomenal. Can you imagine the freedom it takes to say the things that are being said over here to people like the Commissioner of the Victorian and Tasmanian Police Forces?
Can you really?
Should Fred decide time is time, he will in time, as you will, however it happens, he will kill himself. Won’t attempt, won’t try, he is not a fuckhead dumbfuck attention seeker. He will jump from something extremely high, 25 metres or more, a height in which only very unique circumstances would allow survival. This is how you kill yourself, and try to kill yourself, no other way. Should this be your tried to kill yourself Fred will accept it, you absolutely tried, probably the mangled body in front of him will be a clue.
And, you can jump, it is your choice, your body is yours. Live or not, breathe or not, your life, your choice.
So, when one has the choice to remove their own breath, their own source of life, to be here or not, then, clearly, from that moment on every other thing is choice too. Every fucking thing. The name you choose, the word for your gender and sexuality, getting frustrated, belting people out of jealousy, being so pathetic you call it love, the ignorance that every breath you take is.
You make the live or die choice every day when you wake up. So, FOR FUCK SAKE WAKE UP, take some personal responsibility for your lives!
A statistic
Fred is not at risk in any way at the moment of self harm, and to be honest it won’t be harm at all when/should he does it.
This world is ridiculously ignorant, Fred’s species all of the ignorant. He is having a mini internal battle now about going back to these communities, spaces and places he loves because he knows they are saturation points for all the ignorance being said in all different ways.
He knows, as you do, all the stories and belief systems are the same stories being said in the same way. It is as boring as hell, ridiculously boring, but it is less boring than the ignorance hell which is Australia, especially Canberra, talk about half a million absolute criminals in one small space, their crime oxygen thieving.
Public servants, politicians, Canberrans they offer no value to this world. In fact Canberra is where you come when every single one of the braincells in your head responsible for original thought, adding value to this world and living a meaningful existence are dead.
Fred’ll have fun where he is going, knows it beyond doubt, may even get his dick wet, really wet, who knows, who cares. Fred certainly does not. He knows he is close to being done, basically ready. Even the attachment to the ladies is almost gone which can be seen playing out in front of you reader, it is clear if you have half a brain that Fred is teaching you the actual process to open up your life and free yourself while he opens and frees his up.
Hence, this thing, the Aussie Refugee, The Stoner Cook, and likely still to come the Groundskeeper is a phenomenally beautiful thing based on true courage. From Fred’s statement to now, you can see this is a man with nothing and no-one doing what nobody else would even consider, living in integrity. This is someone isolating themselves beyond anything simply by telling the truth, breaking away from all disgustingly ignorant narratives, opening himself up to all abuse, doing it all alone.
Fred is showing you the meaning of courage, giving you absolute evidence that you have never ever experienced the smallest fucking moment of it. Of course you don’t want to listen, you are undeniably a coward, a craven, are spineless.
Just had to do it, something else, something different, something that isn’t like all of you repeating the same shit eternally and hoping for different results, fucking talk about insanity! In an insane world where Fred has found true calm, phenomenal his achievement.
When it is time, should the future he is interested in not come by he’ll make sure he is a statistic of all the major suicide categories exactly as he pointed out so clearly to the RSL, Catholic Care NT, Open Arms, DVA, Jacqui Lambie, Andrew Wilkie, the GG, the PM, the Police, many polices, and so many other organisations that are supposed to be better.
Not one of the them will be able to argue, defend themselves, come to any of you with pathetic excuses like we didn’t know, we thought he was crying wolf. None will be able to convince you that life matters to them, their hypocritic integrityless existences will be extinguished, change may finally come. The evidence will be here for everyone and everybody, the questions you need to ask to save lives, to make sure shit that needs to be looked into is, the answers and solutions here too, in this site.
Your solutions are fucking mentally retarded shit, just disgustingly fucked up current Australia, especially the failure that is the mental health space. You have no solutions, only shit that creates more problems, the evidence is clear, the answer is completely different, again it is here.
In the moments before Fred’s last ones he, the Narrator imagines, will upload a YouTube video, he will talk like he always does, a smile will be on his face, you will see nothing but a man who lives in absolute love, who adores himself and his life. A man who is just bored of being bored to the point of being too embarrassed by his own species to continue breathing. His kin and kindred (you reader, and every other soul on earth), are so fucking dumb that to be around them (you), well, it is better to be dead.
He will press his red button with a smile, not a man of desperation, illness, whatever else, what you need him to be to justify your existence. The evidence, what you see, will be indisuptable, he will fit into every major suicide category in this country (as he told you all about organisations listed) and not be any of the patheticness you need to pay attention. This country that despite knowing all of everything on this site did nothing, nobody at all did anything. This is Australia.
You know why you do nothing? Of course you do. It is because even though he calls himself one is not a junkie. He is educated, talks well, smiles when he does, does not rant and rave making no sense like a lunatic, is not blaming the world, is not desperate for you to save him. In fact does not need you at all. It is because he took responsibility for him and even, through all this, with a massive smile on his face tells you all the isolation was his fault. Your rejection was because he refuses to participate in ignorance, while making it very clear in the process that you, in every breath you breathe do.
It is because his life is the most beautiful meaningful value based thing there is, and yours, my friends, are oxygen thieving valueless integrityless hypocritical worthless snot and you know it, and know he knows it.