Come with me but don’t follow me… you are my children but I am not your Mother. She is saltwater, rain, mountain, bird, reptile, river, fish… She is soil, sky and stars… every plant, plankton & microbe… The seasons, fire, wind… She is Ancestors, our sisters & brothers, human and non-human. Do not confess & seek forgiveness from this humble servant… I too, sin. For I am Sister GlitterNullius, the personification of our collective existence hypocrisy…
Please children, do not beg absolution from Mother Nature… her existence is urgent. Build a many & far reaching spider-web around her… Simultaneously reach out to & for the many, the far & wide… stay near, slow down & hurry …
Your Friend In & Out of Plastix,
Sister GlitterNullius X
Nigh yiggun binggirribah…birin…yamba… Ngay garni yugen jagun…gudjim, gami, wadjan…jahdjam…Niugh yiggun mamirbu…ngubu…yugirbah… Gannga… wahra…dhinda-djindi…yamba…jagur, jagul, jagur, jagul, jagur, jagul, stranger…stranger…stranger…
I am glad you are here…hurry child. We have a long way to go from this place but come with me. Step forward, step with me and come. I am old and I am weary but I am strong. I am not lost. Not today…not yet…
Talk to me, tell me what burdens you in this modern plastic world? It seems to me, you are caught in a web? Keep me company while we travel and unburden yourself of your web. Confess your worries…your arrival is timely so, tell me about your entanglement with plastic…?
Welcome, welcome! Come in, it is lovely to be with you again! I have turned to our Lords’ word to bring you the cure for our plastix-waste sins! Gather in, come close my children!
Acedia: Work for the good of others my children, lest thee be thrown into snake pits!
Luxuria: Chastity, self-control and using that wicked energy for the good of others… else be smothered in fire and brimstone!
Gula: My children, you need temperance and the desire to be healthy, that you are fit to serve others… or eat you shall! You will be force fed rats, toads and snakes thence be cured of your plastic gluttony!
Superbia: Remove your ego and boastfulness as it were a rotting tooth! Humility and service before self or you choose to be broken on the wheel, my children please…!
Avarita: My children, the cure for your greed, as it has been written is simple: sharing not hoarding, others before self and charity. Should you not find these within, be boiled alive in oil!
Wrath: Patience, empathy and compassion will save thee from a living dismemberment.
Tristita: Your cure is living with the desire to help others, kindness and be content with what you have. Children, if this you cannot house then freezing water until you are dead will be thou punishment.
Until next time, keep the faith and remain the faithful. Be guided and be kind how you step...
Your Friend in & out of Plastix,
As the plastix hits, I weep for us all my children. Please come sit by me… Hold my hand a while…? My heart is wounded and laden. I pray I am not losing faith but I feel an indescribable pull…
As the plastic hits, I feel different… Where can one nun start or finish…? Let’s play a game! How many plastic items can you see in front of you? Behind you? Beside you? Above or under you? On you… In you…?
PLASTICFREEBIENNALE.SYDNEY BLISTER PACK POLYESTER DOONAS POUFFES TISSUE BOX WITH PLASTIC COVER KIDS GAMES PASS THE PIGS PLASTIC BOXES BINDER FOLDERS FOR RECIPES LP RECORDS PUZZLE WITH PLASTIC INSERT HOLDING ALL THE ZIPLOC BAGS TAGS FROM A HOTEL PLASTIC GLASSES PLASTIC CONTAINER FILLED WITH BIKE LIGHT PLUGGED INTO PLASTIC USB WITH PLASTIC COMPONENTS ON THE PLASTIC CAKE BOX SYNTHETIC PAINT BRUSH BUCKETS BREAD BOX MADE OUT OF PLASTIC SCREEN MOUSE PLASTIC CABLES STORAGE WATER BOTTLE POWER ADAPTER SHRINK DRIVERS LICENCE MEDICARE CARD $100 NOTE TRIPOD KNOBS ON ADJUSTABLE CHAIR BINDER MAGAZINE RACKS PLASTIC A4 SHEETS TRAY DRAWERS PLASTIC HANDLE OF INK ROLLER ENGRAVING TOOL CASE PLASTIC STAPLER PLASTICFREEBIENNALE.SYDNEY COVERS PLASTIC TRACING PAPER HIGHLIGHTER CORFLUTE PLASTIC MANILA ENVELOPES BLIND AND STRING TO MAKE GO UP-AND-….
Your Friend in & out of plastix…
Sister GlitterNullius. X
Hello my children! Come in my dears! I have a little plastix question I’d like to put to you… when the plastix madness is over, what will be left? I heard said…’plastic doesn’t go extinct’… what do you think?…
In these times troubled times and depending upon how you view the world, these are always troubled times… If we cannot install decolonised equity, bring peace and cause healing amongst humans, what hope is there for our non-human brothers and sisters who are dependent upon us for their survival… If our four lords of capitalism, consumerism, colonialism and Catholicism continue to reign… What will be left?… Do you think the micro-plastix will be lonely without us?
Your friend In & Out of Plastix!
Sister GlitterNullius! X
Welcome ! Welcome! Sister GlitterNullius reporting to you! I’ve been out and about investigating where we might find some absolution for our plastic-waste sins and whether it really is a matter of individuals’ digressions or is a higher power calling the shots?
Perhaps my children we can consider the industries that produce and feed our plastix addiction, might themselves share the responsibility? Perhaps we could reduce our plastic-waste if we changed how we manufacture? What if governments and multi-nationals had to adhere to strong environmental protection rules? Who is going to make that call? Cannot The Deadly Sins hold industry and governments accountable or do you think the problem is insurmountable?
I will leave you to ponder and pray upon these questions, because it’s all starting to feel like a dizzying plastic loop right now! It’s all such a huge complicated problem! Even the chosen faithful can begin to lose faith! This nun needs a little nip… Oh! I mean, a little nap!
Your Friend, in and out of Plastix! Four Gods forever and ever! Goodnight… Oh! I mean…Amen!
Sister GlitterNullius! X
Bless you my child for you have sinned. We are all sinners. Although you strive to be a conscious consumer, your sins against the environment are the same sins against your children’s future. For what we, in this western world have done, what we do now, is the legacy we leave behind. The impact of plastix upon all our children is already detrimental. Your children are not just those that you tuck in at night and send off to school. Your children are also the beings of the Land. The plants and animals also depend upon your nurturing and vigilance.
We all have much to learn and be responsible for.
As I set your penance I do so with a heart that is both hopeful and heavy. The Penance I set for you my child is that you watch the complete video The Story of Plastic with your children and face the questions they ask. Do so in the name of all natures children, human and non-human.
Do so in the name of all living things as equals. Go in a million, trillion plastic pieces.
Your Friend, in and out of plastix,
Sister GlitterNullius X
Now that I have your attention…
Come in my children! Come in plastix saints and sinners. Don’t be afraid… I have survived the plastix madness…. You can see what it has done to me and we don’t want it to happen to anyone else now, do we?
Don’t be afraid. Step in…step in, we are all plastix sinners in here. Tell me your plastix troubles, confess your plastix sins to Sister GlitterNullius or Sister Ninny Nurdles…she’s here for you too, amongst the plastix…because of the plastix… It’s all about the plastix and their off-spring…MICRO-PLASTIX! Take a seat and give us your plastic-waste sins…
Your Friend In and Out of Plastix,
Sister GlitterNullius! X
Come in children, come in… This confession hits close for many artists who Belong to or feel strong connections to this Land, the environment and it’s Ancestors human and non-human.
Come in my beautiful Brother, my Uncle, my Grandfather Come in Ngurran….sit with me and talk a while… Take a seat beside me and let me hold your hand. Your pain is known well by all our creatures, land, water and sky… the moon and sun watch over us while we live in an everywhen, most often without an everyhow…
My beautiful Brother, truth-teller and a messenger, it is sacred duty. I see your hands are full with the struggles and spirits of our endangered non-human Brothers, Sisters and Ancestors. I see your heart breaking under the weight of the knowledge that you must carry and the warnings you must sound.
I cannot lift the beauty or burden of your duty but only offer thee comfort. We are all products of our environment. You and I live in two worlds. My Brother you are a Son of the environment, Nature is your Mother. I can point you Home. Go Home, where journey is possible. Go Home to where you live or Home to your Belonging people. Let new ways be old ways and old be new. Become an apprentice of our Ancestors as you live in the modern world.
I share your sadness and the barbed tricks of the modern world. Forgive me my Brother, I know I do not leave you in peace and that is my failing.
Your Sister in Grief,