Memories: 13 July 2025

13 July 2025

8:08 am I had very intense but realistic dreams of going to a quirky area that had a hairdresser, a restaurant or café and a charity opportunity shop. I had my hair done. The hairdresser dyed my hair black then added silvery looking tinsel type streaks to it then upswept it into a style reminiscent of what my former sister in law did for my wedding. I looked like I was in drag. Then she charged me $300. I nearly fainted.

Then I went to the cafe. I was working there. When I walked in I observed all the aprons for the staff were black and there were weird Christmas-type holly wreaths on every table (it wasn’t Christmas!) It looked tacky and out of order. I walked into the kitchen. “Are we under new management?” Muttering…no one could look me in the eye.

“I think, since I work here I am entitled to know if we have new owners. It’s just plain rude not to inform us!”

A male customer was very annoyed that his meal had not arrived. I go back out to the kitchen. Chaos and confusion. I tell them the meal is delayed. “We know!” I go back out to appraise the customer of the situation.

Then I go to the opportunity shop. (I am not sure how I ended up there but the dreamscape shifted venues lol)

There were about a dozen people all sitting in a line. They were all chatting. Some were volunteers, some were customers.

The narcissistic manager of that shop was so nasty to one of the male customers who was clearly mentally unwell that I yelled at her. I told her she had no right to judge anyone. I myself had been in therapy for 30 years and this is as good as I will ever get, so leave him the hell alone.

She just stared at me viciously. Completely insightless at how smug, vicious and sadistic she was. I told her I would not support her business model or her “charity” and walked out. Other people complained to me that she kept putting prices up and was extremely rude and condescending. I agreed.

The shopping village looked a bit like Paddington which is interesting as I had a spirit mention Paddington the other day. Perhaps I should go there but avoid the rich spoilt privileged smug entitled people lol.

The dream was colourful. Lots of pretty gardens in cottages. Brightly lit with sunshiney golden light. A sense of cameraderie except for the narcissists in the three shops. It felt like an oozing seeping evil which belied the prettiness of the area.

Strange to even dream about narcissists lol. It really does feel like an alien infestation.

Never mind, today is another day to co-create with the gods. There is still goodness out in the world. Let it bloom and grow and counteract the evils of our times.

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13 July 2023

Ratih came to clean this morning. She mentioned she had also had a bad night with copious peeing all night.

Then Lyn visited and she too had had bladder issues. I had a bad entire 24 hours yesterday and during the night. I feel so wrung out and exhausted from all the constant peeing.

I pondered if perhaps there has been interference with our water supply? I do get paranoid occasionally. But Lyn drinks only bottled water so it can’t be the water that is affecting us.

Lyn brought me groceries which was very sweet of her. We sat under the trees and chatted. When she left about 4 ish I went to bed. I feel that unwell.

I am glad I got to see Crystal’s performance in “Beginning” yesterday evening. But I am exhausted. I hope I feel better tomorrow evening for my customary dancing!

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13 July 2022

13 July 2021

It’s a glorious sunny morning. I have an urge to go out (ran out of milk so am using one of the lactose free uht milks I buy for Crystal!). My chest is rattling like a shamanic rattle but it usually improves after I have been awake for a few hours.

So it’s best I avoid shops as people are so fucking paranoid and using Covid as an excuse to discriminate against people. Ghastly!

I am grateful for my garden. The sun beating down on my chest. There are a lot of spirits around this morning. The garden is redolent with Light. I suppose they come to bring me comfort, peace and joy in spite of my grief.

13 July 2020

Loving my memories this morning. There was some good writing. The comments don’t get copied across which is a great shame. There were some amazing contributions from my beautiful talented friends.

PS I love you!!!!

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Yesterday I realised I am on some weird loop or cosmic groove as the synchronicities are landing thick and fast.

My friend Billy Williams who is a talented jazz guitarist with his own band “The Hipshooters” and hails from NZ is also an amazing artist. He posted his exquisite paua shell inlaid guitar that he had been working on for the past few months on his page yesterday. (I had wondered why he had gone quiet on Facebook but knew he must be busy creating!)

Anyhow yesterday I had also typed up my diaries and was struck by the similarity (although I never did learn how to do woodwork or inlay ...too bloody lazy or too traumatised.)

I did have a scratch at the soapstone I bought 18 years ago, last December, around Christmas time and even made a video of my carving the soapstone but expounding expansively on my life story quite madly 😉, so yeah that was 7 months ago now... I really should keep working on the soapstone.

Here is the post from my diaries though:

8 January 2002:

I borrowed books from the library on Soapstone carving and making inlays for guitars. I’m feeling very creative lately. Hopefully I’ll get enough money to do some artistic-type courses and improve myself and create.

I feel an opening up within myself. A desire to create art and express my inner thoughts and feelings into a positive art form. To release the beauty and talent that I have locked inside me for too long.

To utilise the experiences and knowledge gained over my lifetime, to produce something beneficial for mankind – or at least to produce works of art that will make people think or that they can admire!

I just don’t know where to begin, or what to choose first as a new project? Or even if I have the ability to succeed in any artistic endeavour.

I just know that I need to start and to try to find my way in this world- maybe even find something that can generate a good income so I can live in prosperity and provide for myself and my children generously.

I also want a loving partner – boyfriend/husband/permanent lover. Someone who is devoted to me and supports me financially, creatively and emotionally. Someone who I can love in return, someone I can trust, a good man.

26 January 2002

Then I took the kids, Crystal to Elan’s party and Jasmine and I went to John and Nona’s Tu B’Shvat service. It was wonderful.

John had the Coolest Lord of the Ring chess set that he’d made 2 years ago. It was so fantastic: all the characters looked like the movie! Wow.

I loved his soapstone sculptures. Wow! He told me to heat the finished soapstone piece in the oven for about an hour, then take it out, put it on newspaper and rub beeswax all over it (while still hot!) then buff the beeswax to a high shine and scrape the wax out of the grooves.

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So here I am lmao... 18 years later and achieved No Thing. A useless unwanted woman.

But I do feel like I am having a second Blossoming on my Tree of Life. Especially after last year’s horrific surgery. That soapstone (3 chunks of it) had laid around my house untouched ...until last year. So The Tanya is slowly evolving and getting her shit together.

Interestingly in Hebrew the number 18 means Life! So to Life...to Life L’Chaim!!! Let’s see what The Tanya, the psychedelic dreamer, the Berserker Warrior Goddess Queen can make of her life in the next 18 years.

Hopefully I don’t draw any more evil bastards to me so I can lay down my sword and actually create things of beauty too. Be an artist or at least a Mensch. A woman of Valor and High Distinction. Instead of the constantly Universally-Kicked schmuck.

I deserve a better life: one surrounded by true authentic genuinely loving friends, family and that ephemeral partner I have been waiting for all my life. Ahem!

Instead of him sliding by and bouncing off my gravitational pull like the slippery sidewinding sucker... I might attract someone solid and real, who you know...actually stays with me this time. Hahaha. Now that would be a Mind flip!

13 July 2019

I woke up after intense dreams all morning. I dreamt I was driving down Kessels road and there were very irritating signs posted to reduce speed to 8 kms per hour. I found this very difficult as my car kept surging to go faster downhill but I complied with the speed limit.

Down the road a cop pulled me over and asked me what drug I am not taking. Erythromycin I said (I am allergic to it) so he fined me $168 for driving erratically and not being on my medication. Wtf??? I said I was not driving erratically. I was observing the ridiculous speed limit. He told me to go see my doctor.

I went home and for some reason Home was with my ex Courtenay and his neo Nazi mate Skatie who were actually quite sympathetic to my fury about the injustice of that fine. So I was sitting in my car seething with rage trying to call my doctor and also Qld transport and for some odd reason Centrelink.

Then I dreamed that I was shopping at some very exclusive shops and was admiring the dress shops and various other shops. I entered one shop and found myself clambering over various displays of crystals and vases and glasses and trying very hard to find my footing without knocking down anything. This seemed completely normal.

Then I looked into a room via a window to see Bernie Sanft, rehearsing in a play. He was surrounded by 4 other actors and they had an orange type glow, inside their room. Back lighting I presume.

I said to myself “Oh good for you Bernie” but someone hissed in my ear, “Oh that bastard was always a fucking poser and he insinuates himself in absolutely everything. We find him so annoying!” I ignored them and said “That bastard was a very kind friend to me who fed me and my kids when we were starving!”

The being shuffled away and I looked through the window at Bernie who looked as he did when I knew him, even younger. I smiled at his “posing”. Someone has to do their Art!

The next dream I sat down in a large marquis-type restaurant. There were not many people there but I ordered a cappuccino. I looked around at all these, mostly empty platters and there were a few strawberry tart pastries left. So I asked the waitress to get me one. Strangely she turned viciously to me and called me a cunt. I said “What? I just wanted a pastry to go with my coffee?!” “You are a cunt!”, she yelled again.

With great fury and dignity I stood on my feet, I opened my purse and threw two $2 coins on the table, paying for a coffee I had not yet even drunk. Then I walked out.

So it’s been a busy psychedelic dreaming...injustice and my own blue-bottled seething rage at it, rather the theme.

So $168 and 8 speed limit. Hmmm. Hope that shit does not come true. I hate speeding fines and cops.

Update 2020: Bernie really did feed me and my girls when we were starving. A decent man too, he never propositioned me or laid a hand on me. I was grateful for that. Male respect and genuine friendship has always been greatly prized by me as it was a rarity in my life.

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1:11 Pm. Cold winds. It’s sunny outside but the winds are chilling. Brrr. Good day to stay in bed.

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In a bit of pain. But have made a baked custard.

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Perpetual Grace Ltd is an awesome show. So is Flowers.

13 July 2017

The Tanya has done her primal purge for the Morning. Time to get up and greet the sun!

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I told my psychiatrist that I am high functioning but fragile. He agreed. I am so very fragile. But so fabulous. I grin through grit teeth, teeth that recently smashed one by one, teeth that have bitten down hard on my confectured life. I stopped sugar coating it with rose coloured taffy long ago.

I am fragile like peanut brittle. Spawned in the dirty darkness of the earth, cultivated by filthy hands and minds, dredged up and roasted and toasted and poured into hot caramel toffee.

Moulded and soldered. Sleek and shiny like a new penny. Sweet and salty. But broken again and again and consumed by the greed and envy of others. They barely digest me before they scoff again. Watch out! You will get a bellyache. I am not safe for mortal tastes.

Like a glass window pane in the moment before it shatters, that millisecond of silent scream before a million shards explode into the space where the window was. Can you see me? See through me?

Hands crawl out of their own abyss, reach to me. Help me, help me they demand. Help you?? I am your broken down reflection. I am your missive of bliss. I shine for you and for me. But you have your own Shining to aspire to, your own Dreaming.

I hold myself together in second hand clothes and extraordinary hats and silver charms and crystals to reflect the many facets of The Tanya. Extraneous frippery that signifies my journey of Becoming somewhat whole again. Or the delusion of wholeness.

I fight against the envy of the uninitiated, the ones that think I am gifted easily, that this life was ever easy. A mockery. A hubris. A nonsensical witless dance with death.

My lawnmower man (obsessed with me) tells me "You have a house and a brand new car and new fences and money given to you while others have to work for a living and have no home".

Dickhead. I worked. Hard. To stay alive. To keep my children safe. To get us free from arseholes. To move house 8 times while striving to get us free from arseholes who inevitably found us.

I moved houses and left my freehold (inherited) home and chose poverty and trauma again and again rather than be abused and smothered, sullied and slandered by my husband and mother.

I gave up any hope of a career or prosperity when Jasmine went berserk and stealing as she needed her mother at home. (Not that I prospered in that hellhole Traineeship at the Police Academy or at the QFRA abusers after).

No, instead I almost threw myself in front of a train the day I walked away from that nightmare of a workplace. My friend and mentor Rosie Price talked me down. "Kill yourself, Tanya? Over a fucking Job???" The absurd inanity hit me harder than the train ever would have. We laughed hysterically.

My children needed me. I survived to keep fighting to keep us safe. Now they barely speak to me. I should have died back then. But I had high hopes and dreams of Love. (Haha!)

Yeah I know I am useless and many people slave away so I can have a roof and enough food to eat and have to beg AGL to help me with bill smoothing so I can afford my gas and electricity ... but you know a "brand new" car I fought hard for, for 2 and a half years is enough to make Dickheads jealous and think I got life too easy 'cos really they wanted me dead and raped and tortured but they can't see through the looking glass/looking good facade and observe the grit and sand and molten torpitude that makes up the shiny shiny Tanya they want so very much to aspire to.

Anything I have and am was gifted to me either out of guilt or out of love. My home is an asbestos ridden government rental cottage and still I am envied???! Curious and curiouser and down the rabbit hole we go.

Eat me (oh wait, men like that too much). Bite me. Suck me. Smite me. But I laugh in the face of your very poor taste. I spit in your eye.

Even sweetened and condensed and refractured toffee coveted by knaves and tomfoolery cannot be dissolved by hate alone. It melts in the sun like butter or glistens with sugary oxidation. A crystallised delight. Don't worry. We can rebuild her.

Me: Um I tried a local Writers' group some years ago. We got into an argument as the moronic (but arrogantly condescending "published" authors) questioned my use of the word “effervescence”. They thought it was Schweppervesence. Then they told me I was depressing. Acted all superior.

I got on my high horse and levelled at them that although I dropped out I was partially university educated and I felt they were being moronic bullies. So that was that.

Only recently cobbled together my book from fb updates and really??? Really! Who wants to read all my Angst and all my pain and all my suffering. I try very hard not to kill myself when I pore over it.

So yeah but no but yeah. Book could happen. I am trying to manifest it. Trying and sliding back into oblivious delusionary seclusionary Oblivion.

But at least at long last I am trying.

PS I AM FUCKING DEPRESSING!!!

But I can laugh at myself in sublime superlative ways now.

Last suicide attempt in August 2015 taught me one thing. I give in and of myself even as I am dying or in a fugue state as I was counselling a fellow patient about our rather strange state of underwear distress. We were both Free balling!

Meh! Who needs knickers when we can disrobe our minds and unravel so beautifully.

Back in the Room!! Hahaha

To quote my ex husband "there is no Pokey in my Hokey" as he schnorrered yet again from Paul's Ice cream company, free ice creams as there were only 3 pieces of hokey pokey in it.

(I am still on the toffee/caramel imagery. Sorry!)

Louise Winton: Tanya I am in awe of they way you express yourself X You are fantastic

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I found this token coming out of the ground, under my bare feet as I stood, cracking macadamia nuts outside in the garden.

It is a sign! (I hope it does not mean that that weird insane little Morroccan idiot who calls himself "The Galaxy" comes to find me at the casino).

The Tanya would be horrified and aghast! But yes World Galaxy with a picture of Saturn on it! Can the Angels please stop playing weird symbolic games with my heart and mind and just for once and all (the rest of my life) speak to me directly and openly and honestly. I am so tired of these bullshit little games. Lol!

The Universe Knows what I want and hears my prayer and I am Grateful to be Seen and Heard but really, silver tokens from the earth?? Or ouija number plate messages when Dad died.

Genug! The world is at my feet and I am at the Holy One's service but can You Please stop giving me stuff that is too much to handle. You know, like Fake Lovers, Superficial friends, Psycho psychic vampires and other assorted Tricksters.

If you want me to HEAL myself and others then you need to respect my Sacred Space and my boundaries. Time is of the essence and my cup is bleeding out and I don't want to be supped from or drained. Enough already.

May Peace and happiness and only true loves enter my own tiny world. Amen v'selah.

(From the comment section):

Terina Edwards: The sign is it's your time you know about Saturn I can't see the other coin clearly

Me: Saturn is not a positive sign for me. Represents dark side of human nature. Betrayals, cheating, liars. Been through enough of that

Me: It is the flip side of the coin. Says Non refundable, no cash value.

Anyway it was interesting that it popped out of the ground the way it did. The lawn got mowed by that jealous maniac yesterday. So must have dug up old ground.

Jarrod Nielsen: http://www.ebay.com.au/itm/D275-GALAXY-WORLD-AMUSEMENT-TOKEN/391577352005?_trksid=p2047675.c100005.m1851&_trkparms=aid%3D222007%26algo%3DSIM.MBE%26ao%3D2%26asc%3D20140106155344%26meid%3Df40463e113374bd29c6065947603057b%26pid%3D100005%26rk%3D5%26rkt%3D5%26sd%3D361863100457

Me: No cash value but worth $15. Haha

Julie Goddard: $15 is better than a poke in the eye Tanya 🙂

Me: Who will buy my Galaxy World that rose from the dirt beneath my toes? Hahaha

Jarrod Nielsen: Hey, it's a drink on a night out...lol Jimmy cracked corn etc etc...

Me: "I vill cross your palm with silver". Tokens from the Galaxy. Hashem Help Me!

Me: Not sure Hashem gives me tokens of His Infinitely Saturnine Appreciation so I can buy Jack Daniels lol.

But yes, let the Abundance flow to me as a million stars in the galaxy!

Jarrod Nielsen: Seriously, the song is about a slave swigging on some moonshine and celebrating the death of his "master" - Now the universe has crossed your palm with silver so you can do the same!

Me: Yes very symbolic. The Slave conquers Her Master by gaining mastery over her desires! 😉

I really could do with some cracked corn and a drink now!

Jarrod Nielsen: Have to wonder though how a game token from a defunct amusement centre in Sydney ended up buried in your yard...lol

Me: Actually Jarrod you got me thinking. I was writing all morning (weird Tanya commentary) then when I found this token of the universe's attention seeking (rumi: what you are seeking is also seeking you!) I was indeed cracking nuts (not corn, but close enough).

The coin is a bit rusty from being in the ground, so I doubt it would fetch $15. But as I am struggling again until payday it will be a nice reminder that I need to trust in the Universe. The envious ones fall from my side and only positive flow just come to me in the right time!

Oh, and other weird thing. On the topic of "cracked corn"... Beauregard has been obsessed with chasing Mr Crow all day ( and yesterday!). I just called him away and told him not to attack my Crow friend. Besides Mr Crow is liable to take Bobo's eyeball out and then how will I cope with a huge vet bill?

But yessir, stone the crows, release the ravens, Thor and Odin are weaving Magick chez moi. I await with trepidation what the gods have in store for me.

I told Beauregard to "Know Thine Enemy, Know thy fucking enemy". Appearances can be deceiving.

I am just lucky that Mr Crow thinks he is part of the family. He didn't hurt Charlie the other day even though Charlie went right into attack mode.

I am Loved by that Crow, to be sure!

Und now, zat fucking lunatic demented Romanian neighbour is bleating to his sheep again. I had a fight with him yesterday about his baa-ing being more annoying that the actual sheep. Lmao.

But he forgot already! Hohum!

My dad had a quote from Alice in Wonderland: "speak harshly to your little boy and beat him when he sneezes, he only does it to annoy, because he knows it teases".

John the wannabe sheep shagger is just doing everything he can to get my attention. It is annoying.

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13 July 2016

6.59 am woken up to the dulcet tones of Beauregard throwing up everywhere. Poor Bobo! (But ugh!Why do I have animals?!) So tired but now he is happily gnawing on a bone. How anyone can hurl chunks then immediately chew on a bone is amazing. Dogs. Thug Life.

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Sciatic pain is so bad this morning. I thought it was gone yesterday but now back with a vengeance. I could barely get out of bed (it hurt to turn over in bed last night too).

I made it to the kitchen to make a cup of tea, let Bobo out for a pee then let him back inside. Now hobbled back to bed. I think I am gonna stay here today. Warm and snuggly. Between my bad lungs and my bad right hip I feel hammered by Thor!

Happy thoughts? The light is incredible this morning. Cloudy wet skies but the morning sun blazed the neighbourhood in this weird rosy pink glow. Really unusual.

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The 11s have it. 3 days now. Another impending "shift" in my consciousness. Thank you Adonai and the Angels. Please be gentle with me.

My nerves are fragile these days. I pray for love, happiness and peace and enough prosperity to get me off the hamster wheel of struggle.

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My dad (a "medical intuitive"/spiritualist) used to make me drink the leftover water from boiling vegetables as he claimed it was good for me. It was mostly tasteless but with a bit of butter and salt and pepper was palatable. I guess it didn't kill me.

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It is cold this evening. I am lying on the couch under a blanket. Brrrr! I took Beauregard to the dog park this afternoon so he could play with other dogs. So he is much happier now.

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13 July 2015

So my GORD is activated from trauma and stress. Just threw up again. Not like me. I have been coming down with another throat/ chest infection so I have been drinking green tea with cloves, cinnamon and honey all day. Hopefully the inflammation is being purged from my body. Ugh, ugh and ugh!

I guess I will keep going with the hot drinks. It probably is good to drive the gunk out.

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From my beautiful friend, Lyn Sloane. A quote.

"Truth is such a precious lady that she must be surrounded by a bodyguard of lies".

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My "second mother" Mrs June Robertson used to love to take me to the library with Lynne. Lynne was 4 years older than I, and a Speed Reader. By the time she was 15 or 16 she had read every book in the Island Bay Public Library and they were having to order more in for her from The Wellington City Council Main Library!

So it was with some embarrassment when they took me along to discover that I loved reading too. Out Loud! With running commentary on the text, at the very top of my little 6 or 7 year old lungs. (Even I can't remember why I was so damn loud and "Expansive"). The librarians "shushed" me several times until eventually they threatened Mrs Robertson that we would be thrown out if that child did not read silently.

June, a gentle loving but nervous soul told me to try to read quietly. I announced "But Mrs Robertson, Libraries are meant for Reading, and I am enjoying myself!" So we left with June muffling giggles with her hand over her mouth, as "Tanya has a point you know!" Lynne was rather affronted as she had wanted to borrow out her usual quota of about 20 books and only had time to get 4 or 5 because of The Brat!

It did take me sometime to master the art of reading silently in Libraries, Doctor's Surgeries, on buses and well, any public place really. What can I say? I was adorable!

Update 13 July 2025: And here I am…decades later reading stories out loud on my own YouTube channel….with commentary and occasional weird verkachte channelings from dead ex lovers and other odd entities. mwahahah…falls off perch! In our beginnings, are our endings.

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Lyn is coming over to comfort me after devastating news about the defamation suit. His lawyer is not licensed to practise law in Qld thereby I will be forced to appear in a NSW court, which they know I cannot financially afford so they hope I fail to appear which would mean the judge would make orders against me without my being heard.

Mind Blown!

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I am being hammered by friends requests from people I don't know with no proper profiles. Scammer spammer hacker alert. Just blocked one who tried to add me twice. No means No, people!

13 July 2014

3.39 am. Another great night at Irish murphys. Berst were fabulous as usual. I danced too much on my 6 inch heels. Foot sore but euphoric.

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3.30 pm just woke up. Hmmm. Had a major slippage and texted the poor schmuck I have chosen by Heart who is not really into me. Why the Fuck do I do this shit to Myself???? Farrrk. All good though. It has been 11 days.

So I will slap my wrist and pull up my big girl knickers and ride my broomstick again :-).

I had so much fun with another guy on Friday night even I wonder what this "in love" thing is all about. He has not even taken me on a date. I don't even know his favourite colour and his energy signature is weak now. Awww.

Letting go is hard. I think I need Electric Shock Treatment! My Dr says I am not a candidate, so perhaps I should take a drive out to the country and french kiss an electric fence. PML as I Fall off my Nilfisk 2012 (cos I can't afford the latest Model).

You got to Love the Fallen. We are so cute all crumpled and dishevelled at the bottom of our pipe dream.

Somebody pick me up to say Hello and dust me off and throw me back into the Love Vortex.

Ride Sleipnir Ride...we have men to take to Valhalla. And one woman. :-)

Menopause has wonderful surprises. Hot flushes, and euphoria. Eu for I yeah.

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Ok @ Lyn! I love you. It is really 2 slips as Lyn reminded me last night that my posts are contradictory. I write happy stuff about my new awesome life then I follow it up with Doubts and Negativity out of a feeling of not being deserving of Love. (I also Sabotage shhhhh... Don't Look!)

I must say that in my Life Quest for attaining a Love Partner who treats me with kindness and respect, totally adores me and is actually Real. Ie in my life as a constant companion ie can stand being with me. Well, I am almost always stymied by circumstances beyond my control which causes Confusion, Dissolution and Despair.

So to cope with these negative side effects of Love, I try to laugh at myself and the crazy fucked up situations I find myself in. I use Humour as a Tool for healing.

Lyn is Right though. I don't know who really loves me, who is going to show up and follow through so this is my time for playfulness and figuring out who is genuine, who is not and whom my heart chooses and trusting the process.

Hashem Knows Best. My Spirit Knows Best. My poor Heart (which has been a longstanding Legendary Shitty Chooser) Knows Best and this agony and ecstasy is for my Higher Good. Or someone else's? ;-)

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13 July 2013

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Waiting for Gail to pick me up and take me out to Blues Bros Tribute Band at Greenbank Arseholes. Should be an ok night.

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Home now. Great night! Crippled feet from dancing but happy!

13 July 2011

Looking forward to seeing my darling Lyn tomorrow and going out looking for mischief LOL...well, going out anyways!

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13 July 2009

I've had a lovely day snoozing...now I want to play but noone to play with. Been busy tracking down the family history...very interesting!

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