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“Sye, now time” letter to the Universe… dear 'est, thanyou really very much it is quite simply just wonderful to be here… ...really ,thankful for myself, n all I possess, genetically, spiritually, thoughtfully, materially. A proud Sydney soul… So the mother divorces the husband and father when the child is 4, the brother is 3, the mother is then left with the 2… Mother= Oh Good lord, whatever to do now, with little to no family support….? Panic….. a la la …. Children= institutions for years……aaaand years. Institution= “burnside homes for children” Nth Parramatta! Sydney. full of all sorts…criminal, evil, mentally very unsettled, the sad, the lost…the angry, the lovely….And myself and my brothers….separated… sad, confused, angry, medicated, dizzy, drowsy, medically misdiagnosed, pining for the love of my birth mother. her smell, home.... Fortnightly parental “visiting rights”….my soul existence… Beatings/bashings, rape, molestation, dreadful psychological nervous,. drugged,