Australia is rejecting its modern citizens

All around Oz at present there are signs that our 1st people’s once-sacred lands [Australia/Tasmania nationally] are reacting to the ignorant use of the land, sea and waters. Fish kills by the millions in once pristine river systems. Native animals becoming extinct by the day. Creeks & rivers failing to last over summer. The GBR [great barrier reef] falling apart from 20million+ people going over & across & into it non-stop for 100 years! That’s only the peeps that love it! Check out the amount of shipping that runs our GBR daily I dare you. 40-50 degree days all over – that’s centigrade btw.

We have never taken note of our 1st-people’s use & maintenance of the sacred over those 65,000+ years. They recognised a long time ago that this unique land was meant to ‘run’ naturally or not all all. I just read a news article that explained the Brisbane River, the Capital of my home State, has been polluted by various toxic chemicals for a long period of time. Apparently, that land can be cleaned up, but not the waters it ran into. All Queensland Australians are gonna have to become guerrilla fighters this time. At least ‘they’ won’t use poisoned flour, or our own armed-peeps against us this time hopefully.

How & why did we allow this shite to occur over the years we’ve called Qld, & Brissy home? Were we all watching the cricket on TV or sum-ting? So, from how I read it, we can clean up the land but can’t do anything a-tall about the toxic chemicals in the river all those years 🙁 Better not talk about that lad; cancer/god-knows-what from that kukka bad medicine: as we know. So many people dying of these awful diseases daily & we wonder why? We’ve treated our only home like a replaceable machine we created, instead of the living entity it are! & right now, we’re paying the piper for it.

That whole 3rd Law thing isn’t only for scientific ‘bidness’ fyi: “For every action there is an equal & opposite reaction,” it was discovered about our world/universe. It’s true for everything in life, when ya’ll think about it. From relationships to space travel… We take all the big [& little] parrot-fish from a reef system, & the entire reef collapses. “Oh! We didn’t know that!”. Well we do now! We take water from the land & use it for short term profit, in a land that our 1st people struggled in some years through 10-year+ droughts, & now we see the effects of draining our pristine once-sacred waters/land for short-term gain.

This is it folk. This land was meant to be used as naturally as possible & our 1st people found that out over 65K+ years here. Now, after 200+ years of destruction of the once-pristine environment, in a land not made for such ‘blind’ use, the Piper & that Newton fella are playing loud & proud together once again.

Don’t worry about whether you have a job. Or money, or a partner, nor about that new car or boat. Our freakin’ environment is collapsing around us. Write! Talk to your loved ones. VOTE! Please god; look & see what’s happening to our country right under our feet. Wake up Oz!!! They’re killing your future for your children & theirs & theirs & theirs etc etc & it could be 65,000+ years into the future; if we look after it proper-way…

Anthony Martin Fernando: the Aboriginal activist who took his people’s fight to London  

It is the London winter of 1928. Fog blankets the city.

Pedestrians and commuters along one of the city’s busiest thoroughfares are arrested at the spectacle directly outside the Edwardian baroque marble facade of Australia House on the corner of the Strand and Aldwych.

They see an elderly, longhaired, Australian Aboriginal man. He is dressed in a black greatcoat. The only contrast to his dark appearance is a full, silver beard and a cape upon which are attached dozens of small white rubber skeletons. He also wears a sandwich board placard of the type used by street vendors, all across the city, to advertise their wares.

But this old man, Anthony Martin Fernando, a toymaker by trade, is not advertising his products. Instead, his placard condemns the appalling treatment of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people in colonial and newly federated Australia.

Fernando repeatedly points to the little skeletons and cries out to passers-by: “This is all that Australia has left of my people.”

Fernando was also a regular speaker at London’s Hyde Park Corner during the 1930s.


The Mystery of the Fethafoot

Introduction: from FfC # 1 – Nyarla and the Circle of Stones

My Clan and its mysteries have been kept out of common knowledge and history in my homeland of Australia: the Island continent you may know as that brown land down-under. This is the Clan way. To succeed in their duty, secrecy is a prerequisite to safeguard mission and warrior. With the coming of the pale-skinned Ghosts - a little over 200 years ago - and their written language, we now have a means to reveal the intriguing history of our covert Clan, to other Australians and to those many new people’s that now call this majestic land home. Our Elders’ also gift them to the modern world at large. If you were born in Australia you may have heard such stories told around campfires and family meals; about the Australian Aboriginal magic man or Kadaicha - the soft-foot clever-man - as our people named our Clan sundry years ago.

During these chronicles, you will find that our warriors use a form of mystical travel and have no need of Shank’s Pony, as the act of walking is often called in Australia. In times of need for speed, these relentless spectres walk the ancient Dreamtime ‘creation-song-lines’ that cross every sacred feature of our wide red-brown land: out of Space and Time as we know such. Across 50,000 years of reinforced superstition, fear and awe, the Clan became known as The Fethafoot: half-human half-spirit beings that could come and go at will leaving no trace… Kadaicha spirit-warriors… Shape-shifting spies that transform as required into Judge Jury and Executioner. Unknown to the majority and, a great boon to our work, many of these enigmatic warriors arise from that innocuous and delicate gender of the language-creatures.

This pithy glimpse will give you some idea of the enigmatic Clan. You will discover a more intricate use of their unique gifts and talents as you read the chronicles and, as the need for their unique individual skills occur. Please – enjoy my people’s pleasure in the telling of these chronicles. Although they are not in chronological order, they have been recorded as passed down for all to enjoy: to example the many unknown vibrant treasures of our first people and our ancient lands vibrant past. A journey will take you into the mostly unknown, moral and ethical heart of my people, from Dreamtime to today.


Consider this then, language-creatures:


“Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.”

“It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets.”

“Now, now my good man, this is no time to be making enemies.”
(Voltaire on his deathbed in response to a priest asking him that he renounce Satan.)”


Anthony (The Man), Mundine [Choc] – Angry? You need FfC:)

The attached pic of an excerpt from ‘letters to editor’, in a FNQ hardcopy newspaper [yes, they’re still around] carried one of the best promotions I could get for my FfC [10 X book] series. However, [Choc Mundine] I’m guessin’ you have to be fairly angry to even compete in that game, & I’ve seen your $-standings in the boxing-world’s $$$-list. It’s impressive to say the least & I’m sure PT Barnum would have been proud of your efforts.

I’m also extremely happy that readers are getting the gist of my books (I’ve had several wonderfully insightful personal messages from readers recently), as a foundation stone of the Fethafoot warriors training, is to solve issues without violence: nor fear or favour.

Following the Dreaming laws of/for balance. However, if the ‘shameless’ [always humans/language-creatures] are unable to smell the rotting stink of their corruption & be willing to practically repent; they are put down quickly and painlessly, if at all possible – though sometimes the Mother or The great spirit may intervene for the victims in these pages.

The FfC series is fiction; however, my unique descendants in this formerly ‘sacred’ land had a lot of lived experience to share with the modern world & unfortunately, in the rush to ‘own’ this once-sacred land & its riches, much has been lost & wasted. And it is only now, after the western world’s busy-busy, self-centred culture has been seen to deform us & our world that we look back & wonder how our 1st people survived for so long – within a political system covering the entire lands and peoples; though many spoke languages unheard-of at each end of the country. No slavery, no civil wars & an extremely healthy environment; in fact, it seemed that the land & environs was more important than an individual in that society. What a wonderful way to foresee a solid future for the children; those little dreaming things that come from the Mother & Spirit & return to whence after a long walk.

Angry? You need FfC…


From a concept to creation of a 10 book fiction series about Aboriginal Australia

The creation of The Fethafoot Chronicles [FfC] Cairns, FNQ, Australia, Earth: “The Fethafoot Chronicles (FfC), had to be written for Australia’s holistic mental-health and future,” its author says. One of John’s heroes is David Unaipon, the aboriginal face on Australia’s fifty-dollar banknote, who said: “Perhaps some day, Australian writers will use Aboriginal myths and weave literature from them, the same as other writers have done with the Roman, Greek, Norse, and Arthurian legends”. Many years after reading this wish, I hope to have done Mr. Unaipon proud. The creation of the ten [10] stand-alone fiction books known as “The Fethafoot Chronicles” (, was made possible by an accumulation of physically debilitating construction work accidents to the author (Pemulwuy Weeatunga, aka John M Wenitong, @ Accidents’ that finally achieved what life had previously been unable to do: slow – new Australian aboriginal author, John M Wenitong – down enough, to write down what he imagined of a vibrant life and people prior to the 1700 colonial invasion-settlement of our first people and their sacred lands.

The stories were fuelled by an explosion of verifiable facts obtained while researching Australia’s and thus, Aboriginal history, for a University Course on Aboriginal history and culture that the author was teaching as part of a BA degree. History and culture both modern and archeological but then, John says he was: ‘joyfully surprised to find details about his descendants and their sacred lands and management that were simply stunning in scope and revelation’. Suddenly, after reading about Australia’s pre-history of ice-ages, mega-fauna and volcanic activity in relation to the original inhabitant’s Dreamtime Laws (religion), that ran so irrevocably through everything and everyone in this land, John realized the enormity of what these people had created here in ‘the land down-under’ over those thousands of generations. T’were 65,000 thousand+ years of continuous occupation and successful survival for the people, the creatures and the environment – that handed modern Australia a blueprint; a practical foundation for a common, clean and successful future.

It seems that these hardy intelligent people had learned to mediate, to negotiate, rather than go to violent war that forced one or the other ‘different group’ into death or slavery. That the first Australians had learned these lessons was easily exampled by the well renowned, six hundred plus distinct Tribes at first contact. Tribes that had fights, jealousies, wankers, woeful gender issues and other negative aspects to the society. However, the research also revealed many positive aspects to the concept of a huge disparate land and dignified people living under a common overall religion that included the land, the sea, the waters, the skies, the trees and all the creatures. This hardy, gifted, talented, peaceful people (there were no mass-killing weapons, nor slaves here, at first contact), had ‘gifted’ generations of holistic experience and knowledge of how to manage this land and its wonderful unique animals, and it and they were cast aside in an arrogant and superior gesture that left nothing of its pompous tone to the imagination: all for short-term, self-centered profit and long-term ownership and thus, more personal profit.

Excerpt from the FfC#1 introduction: “…This trifling amount of information, should give you some idea of the Fethafoot and some of their abilities. You will discover more as you read the various Chronicles and, as the need for our hard earned, various skills occur throughout the accounts. Today, wherever you are on the great blessed, Mother’s skin – the joining place, between our world and the heavens – it’s now time to snuggle up somewhere ‘fav’, with the Mothers’ and the Great Spirit’s corporeal forms’ touching you: to give the life-giving fresh-air and perhaps if we are lucky, some of heaven’s warm, life-giving, dappled sunshine. Sit back comfortably there and utilize the fantastic gift that the pale-skinned, Ghost-people brought to our land – perhaps to yours also: the written word and the ability to decipher and understand such – which may be a small thing to the pale-skinned Ghosts, but an enormous and wonderful gift to the knowledge-hungry Fethafoot.

Please – do enjoy my wonderful, adaptive, indomitable, Australian Aboriginal people’s delight, in the ability to tell our stories’ for the first time since our colorful, eventful, magical Dreaming lives began: perhaps even as far back as 100,000 years ago. The following Chronicles are true and although not in chronological order, they have been faithfully recorded just as they were handed down through my Clan: and now, with the three R’s of; ritin, readin an rithmatic being commonplace among my people also – they are now available for all Australians to enjoy – and to example, the mostly unknown treasures of your ancient people’s vibrant past. And also, to reveal the largely unheard of, moral and ethical heart of my people, from Dreamtime to contemporary times in our exciting, continuously changing, wonderful part of the Mother that we believe we were made care-takers of: until She too will pass,”…