Leaving Australia - The Physical Me

• Original 2003 & Updated 04 October 2021 & re-read-edited 21 July 2025 Adelaide, South Australia

• I was born 10th August 1947 Battle Creek Michigan in a military hospital and delivered by Hugh Robins, M.ED. and left with the name Terry Miller which was changed upon adoption to Terrell Adsit which was changed when I joined a cult order to Arthur Adsit and upon marriage to Terrell Neuage.

   

  SIDENOTE: Having left BC in 1950, I always had wanted to reunite with birthplace stuff. Well, I got to do just that on my birthday 2023. See our wonderful blog at https://neuage.me/battle-creek/ regarding this.

  
  ‘The Battle Creek Sanitarium opened in 1866 as the Western Health Reform Institute. The institute was founded on the health principles advocated by the Seventh-Day Adventist Church. In the 1980s, I was making tofu in South Australia and I was working with a member of the Seventh-Day Adventist Church who was going to help me get involved with selling soy products to the Seventh-Day Adventist company, Sanitarium. The U. S. Army purchased the buildings and established the Percy Jones General Hospital in 1942, obviously to get it set up for my birth. The hospital closed in 1953. When I believed in astrology (for about 40-years) I studied the influence of midpoints. The midpoints between two planets, signs, houses, charts, etc were a fulcrum of power. I was born at the exact midpoint between the start and the end of the Percy Jones General Hospital; 1942/1953 = 1947. Means nothing.

   

  The Kellogg brothers worked at the sanitarium for twenty-six years before leaving to establish the Battle Creek Toasted Corn Flakes Company. Some of this information I collected from http://www.michmarkers.com. Viewed 1/11/2006.’
  To keep it all fun, there is a TV show called ‘Battle Creek’ by the writer of ‘Breaking Bad’. OK my birthplace is a joke. Even sillier is that the series is not filmed in Battle Creek though I have read the actors visited Battle Creek to get a feel for the place. Hey, I was born there, and I have no feeling for it as I was whisked away before having an opportunity to have a poo there.

   

  The place of birth, Battle Creek is the best metaphor I can think of for my life. Even my name has a battle element to it; Terrell was a name for the Norwegian war god, Thor, and Arthur was his fighting bird and there is King Arthur too. Neuage is close enough to the French word cloud to translate my name as ‘war cloud’. I grew up not identifying with any group, as I did not know who my birth family was until I was in my forties.  I am an Australian and United States citizen. Most of my life I was not aware that I was in a battle let alone that I was losing it, until after one war was over and another had begun, then another and so on into infinity. I have never surrendered, and I have never officially declared war or consciously been a combatant of any persuasion for any side. I always thought I was merely living my life. However, I am now aware that I have been fighting all my life even whilst knowing that at the end we just survive so that we get to lose our fight to survive. Alternatively, to compliment my current, today I believe’ thought; ‘we are all fodder (maybe fertilizer) to something that comes next’.

  
  I started my war at Battle Creek, at midday, eleven-fifty-four, according to my horoscope. At the end of The Day, Battle Eternity will be my destiny alongside anyone else who shares my beliefs. We all fight for our lives from our first breath but only a few become conscious combatants. I have chosen to fight my battles with my eyes open and though I know I can never win I must say that I have enjoyed many battles as I, by no choice of my own, have acted my part, often times in a most heroic manner against incredible odds. [Of course – that is my own observer-relative prognostic. Someone else may see my acting-out not as battles valiantly performed but as the sniveling of a whining-whinging-wanker piddling on some once less traveled road overgrown with weeds and briars and tin cans.] The reason the road I travel is less traveled is because it was discarded as a possible path in prior evolutions. By everyone!

   

  I do not live my life to battle but to observe, and, in some small way to inflict/experience/absorb/release as much chaos as possible. To make life at least somewhat interesting as I progress forward to the inevitable defeat that we all must encounter at our last breath. Even during my seventeen-year battle in the South Australia Family Court I was more often the observer than the combatant, or at least I pretended I was. It is the destiny of a soul born with Mars conjunct Uranus in Gemini in the eighth house to write of their war before they die, and with a Mercury conjunct Leo Mid-Haven from the ninth house to fantasize about publishing it; and of an exact conjunction of Saturn and Pluto at 13 degrees and five minutes of Leo in the tenth square Jupiter in the first to get into strife for doing so, and of Sun in Leo conjunct the Saturn and Pluto conjunction which is also conjunct Venus in Leo all in the tenth house to have an ego that believes anyone else would care. In addition, inevitably with my Neptune in the twelfth house I do not believe there really is anything to astrology but like the result of all belief systems, it is better to have believed in something than not to have believed in anything. Even if we realize that what we believe is not worthy of believing it gives meaning of some degree. For instance, I would prefer to believe that there is a Santa Claus, a Confucius, Buddha, Jesus, Mohammed, Easter Bunny, a purpose to live… than not to believe at all.

  
  How interesting that today, 03 March, 2015, when I have started re-writing this after six years of not looking once at that I have transit Uranus at 14 degrees Aries in trine to my Saturn/Pluto and Jupiter retrograde at 14 Leo conjunct my Saturn/Pluto and heading to conjunct my Venus in the 10th house. And transit Venus 16 Leo conjunct my Sun and Mars at 10 degrees Aries exactly in trine to my Venus and Saturn in 4 degrees Sagittarius moving into trine to all my Leo crap. Whoopee I think I should believe in astrology again. Once I tweet this it will go viral. (And today, making an eBook version, 06 June 2016, my Secondary Progressed Mercury – 58 years after my birth – is exactly conjunct my natal Jupiter. Go figure.)

   

  Sunday, July 06, 2003, 9:27 AM Hamburg, Germany

  The start of writing this story came about one morning when my wife was speaking with her friend in an apartment in Hamburg and I did not have anything to do. All the reading materials in the apartment were in German. The radio and television broadcasts were in a language I did not know.

   

  I was playing around on my laptop looking at astrological charts for our trip in a few days to Seoul and I soon became bored with that. I had been thinking for a long time of writing down my life and giving it to my children. Sacha was in Melbourne, Australia and Leigh was playing ball for the LA Dodgers in the States. As a single parent, (well, single before I wasn’t single, whilst I raised my sons) I thought my children should know more about the me as I was the one who raised them.

   

  My sons knew smatterings about my life, but I wanted to tell them, now that they were adults, not only what I had experienced but how my world-view became what it is. I was concerned that they would have streams of consciousness, and feelings, and that they would not understand where these thoughts, feelings, and directions that they would unconsciously have originated. My thinking on Sunday, July 06, 2003, 9:27 AM in Hamburg was that I would write up my short simple life and give it firstly to Sacha at the end of August 2003. I was going to be in Adelaide for a month and I thought if I wrote every day that by the time I left Australia I would have this all written, printed and bound to give to Sacha on the day I left which was to have been August 20th 2003. I would then print a copy in New York in early September and give it to Leigh, who was in the Single-A Dodger’s club, South Georgia Waves, before he returned to Australia for the North American winter. Now it is years later. Everything has changed so drastically in my life that I doubt I will ever finish this, but I am still writing with a long way to go. I have 200,000 words and not only have I not finished Part 1 and Part 2 but Part 3, the part I had never dreamt of writing when I started this, has only a few words. Part 3 is the section that I know I need to write but I have stalled working on it for more than three years. Instead, I have easily written 200,000 words as avoidance behaviour so as not to finish my final chapter.  I have also completed my PhD thesis, 150,000 words (“Conversational Analysis of Chatroom “talk”’) before getting to Part 3.

   

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