Memories: 14 July 2025

14 July 2025

9:34 am just woke up. Lots of dreams. Stressful ones about being on a bus and having my new iPhone stolen on the bus. Then buying cakes in a very industrial looking area, in a cake shop, trying to find gluten free options for Jarrod, who was waiting outside as my car (an electric one! WTF?!) was being recharged. Then coming out with the slices of yummy cakes to find he had gone missing.

Interesting, as I haven’t seen him in over a month since he moved house and started his new job (simultaneously high stressors so he has gone underground).

So I wake up feeling exhausted from my nightscape, trying to hold my friendships and my personal technology together. iPhone is fine. Beside my bed. Friend is fine, but drifting as he often does since Covid unleashed itself on our world.

I can’t rely on my friends to be “there” for or with me anymore. It’s an ugly reality and it seeps like a wound but it’s no one’s fault. We have all been permanently altered and I know…if he wants to see me or call me he will in his own time.

I have decided to not bother anymore, trying to hold on to people. True colours and true hearts always get shown over time. The lack of courtesy or basic respect to return calls or maintain contact is stark and quite frankly harrowing.

It’s time I let go…

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This afternoon my neighbour Damon from down the road popped past with his youngest daughter Ayla and a beautiful cat named Sunny. “Hey, Oh Wise one” he says to me. “I have a bit of a problem.. This cat won’t leave me alone and leaves dead heads of birds and mice on my front veranda. This morning she left the head of a dead magpie under the kids’ trampoline”.

I laughed. “Cats are nature’s worst sociopaths. But she loves you. She is bringing you trophies. You are her Daddy now!” He kinda freaks out. Says “I was hoping you might want her!”

I smile “Come and meet my new birdie boys”. They nervously enter my house and I show them Kermie and Beau. They look amazed. “It’s a Bird Room!” says Damon. The cages take up most of the room now, so yeah it truly is.

“Now do you understand why I can’t take in any cats? But if she is abandoned and noone wants her, then I will take her. Whose cat is she?”

He replies “Debbie the hairdresser but she has three cats and they fight all the time so this one hangs out at my house and follows me everywhere!” I laugh. “Sunny has chosen! She’s your cat now. You might as well get used to the idea. Cats choose their owners!” Ie go where they feel most happy and comfortable.

He leaves my gate with his daughter. Sunny hangs around my front yard. I try to pat her briefly but she attempts to claw at me, showing off because her new Daddy has walked across the street and is quietly watching to see if Sunny “chooses” me.

I laugh. No you don’t, you little sneak! I walk back inside to my birdie boys. Sunny will not be overly encouraged since she is such a formidable huntress.

Pity…she’s a gorgeous cat. But I know where her heart belongs…to my Finnish Viking neighbour Damon…whether he likes it or not. Hahahaha. The gods have Spoken!

14 July 2023

Happy Bastille Day. Another beautiful winter’s day. Blue skies. Sunshine. Happy dog, bird, Mama T. I will go dancing tonight even though I still feel fatigued. It will feel good to move energy through my meridians.

14 July 2022

2:31 am I can’t sleep. I got hijacked emotionally yesterday. (A fb friend threatening suicide).

I also upset myself slightly (why cry over spilt milk?!) the previous evening when I discovered my childhood friend was in Melbourne and didn’t even bother to call me! She was visiting her daughter (from NZ!)

So I got upset then I realised that it was a waste of my emotions as I haven’t seen her since end of 2004 and then only briefly and prior to that I hadn’t seen her for 16 years. I doubt I will ever see her again.

So another long ancient grief I have to somehow bury or shuck off. So sick of sadistic superficial Friends that just fucking vamperise me.

Another pattern I will have to break if I am ever going to allow good kind loyal decent people and perhaps a true love partnership into my life.

I need to reserve my love energies for those who actually do care for and respect me. Keep the others far away from me.

C’est la vie.

It’s a bright full moon tonight soaking me in clarity and demanding I pay respects to my own moribund but gradually healing self!

Hopefully I sleep soon! I went to bed weak and exhausted but as soon as I lay down my brain went berserk. Lol!

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Watching “How to Change your mind” about psychedelics and the role they can play in healing various mental issues as well as for terminal cancer patients. Powerful and interesting!

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I see Cardinal Pell is being sued by the father of the deceased man that allegedly Pell sexually assaulted in 1996.

To all survivors of child sexual abuse, never give up! Proud of this man’s fight to bring justice at last for his son.

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My new disc cutter arrived. It took a lot of wrangling to get it here but when they finally sent it, it arrived from India in 3 days. Phew. It was stressing me out since 26 May!

I feel like it’s almost an anticlimax! But it’s a beautiful product and I am happy it’s here. I will smudge it and bless it and hopefully when I can source some more silverware I will be able to make some lovely hearts with it! Yayyy!

Note: it arrived covered in mould even though it had a thick plastic wrapping over it. I will need to clean the mould off thoroughly. What is it with me and mould lately! Far out!

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14 July 2021

Hahaha I showed this picture to Jarrod and he said “it looks like Cees picked that one out!” I burst out laughing, Cees always was a dirty old man. He would have loved this picture.

I just walked by her on my way to bed and had to laugh at myself.

Not easy to purge the familial Dybbukim.

Perhaps that male that had “marked” me so no man would want me as a partner…was Cees or Trevor.

Yuck. It would explain a lot of my shitty dangerous relationships with men.

Well every day in every way, I choose to be Better not bitter.

I have ebony and paua shell on order. A wry sense of humour and a recalibrated life (and sensuality.!) I have Love. I have Hope. I have had a lifetime of struggle and hard work just so I can sit around making old picture frames beautiful again and call my spirit back from the ashes of the last Phoenixian explosion.

I have erotica and I have exotica. I have esoteric wisdom and a flagging arse and my celibate circumspection.

FML. But it’s kinda funny in a way.

Oh and tomorrow I will need to make another copper clasp as that one smaller one looks awful and is giving me OCD type twitches.

(I never had a diagnosis for OCD so it’s driving me mad!)

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Today almost 3 weeks to the day since I had that weird vision about ebony, (on 24th June) I was able to source three small pieces. I had to get it posted as I am too sick to pick them up in person.

I also asked my darling friend Jarrod to pick up three abalone shells I bought on marketplace.

I am not sure what I am going to make from them yet but it will behoove me to be prepared.

Spirit was adamant about the ebony so I still have no idea what that was all about but it seems I am quite willingly jumping through spiritual hoops. The pieces of ebony were $10 each plus postage so I figure not too expensive to have a play with the ebony wood and see what it is I am being asked to make with it and if I like working with it (or whatever manifests?!) then I will buy more of it as I am able to afford it.

If the universe wants to put me to creative work the universe can supply it. (Within reason and the constraints of my disability pension that is!)

14 July 2020

Today I am really happy. The universe conspired to bless me. I picked up my corsets and the lovely Chinese-Australian woman did not charge me extra and remembered my name and handed them to me personally and when I thanked her gave me a quaint little bow. I was so grateful for her kindness.

Then I grabbed a coffee at Amanda’s coffee kiosk, on my way out to picking up my other bedside table. An elderly gentleman was waiting, so we struck up a conversation about of all things: whiskey. He said he had reached an age where he can afford to buy the very best and just leave it on the shelf!

I said “Now that is a waste of good whiskey! You should be having a wee nip every night for medecinal purposes. It’s good for the heart!”

Then I launched into my fabulous story about meeting a nun on a flight from Wellington to Melbourne when I was flying over for my conversion to Judaism and the nun (Bless her!) got stinking drunk, knocking back whiskeys so I gently asked her if she thought that was a good idea and she replied she had an ear nose and throat infection so it was medicinal! I just laughed.

We got talking and I mentioned my anxiety as my brother in law to be had refused to pick me up from the airport (the arsehole!!!) and I had no idea how to get to his place.

She asked me “Where does he live?” I replied “In Auburn!” “Oh my dear, that is right next door to our convent in Kew! I will ask the sisters to give you a lift!” I looked at her in astonishment but thanked her gratefully.

By the time we landed she was barely able to walk but true to her word she stumbled off and found her Sisters and they were delighted to hand-deliver this soon-to-be jewish girl to my soon-to-be brother-in-law’s house.

My brother-in-law was astounded. “How did you manage that?” I replied “The Holy One Moves in mysterious ways...never fuck with The Tanya!” and giggled!

Then I added to the elderly gentleman “I might have batted on the wrong team!” We all Laughed uproariously. Then I said “You know, I have met some extremely unusual people on my Walk, but it has always been amazing!”

The old gent looked deep into my eyes and said “That is because you are a Catalyst and people are drawn to you and in some way, they are deeply changed by meeting you!” I almost fainted with surprise. I nodded and thanked him then drove to pick up my bedside table from The Red Queen at Paddington!

There I met an extremely tall man who said the shop was closed. I said I was expected. I am Tanya. He said “Ohh Tanya...delighted to meet you!” We shook hands.

I joked about being so short which fucks my vibe. He laughed. His wife Sez is also short of stature. A lovely couple. I asked him where his ancestors hailed from? Norse...but lived in Inverness, Scotland! I nodded. I had expected that!

I told him the gods had been kind and even gifted me a car park near the front of the shop this morning.

Sez asked me to send her photos of the lovely bedside tables for her Instagram!

So I did.

Today is a cold wild witchy “Mistral” windy day but the gods are blowing me in perfect alignment for a change :-)

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Trigger warning: speaking to Truth about various members of my former Jewish community and their abuses.

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Watching “Unsane” on Amazon Prime. Confronting!!!

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14 July 2019

Psychedelic dreamer surfs herself back into ordinary reality. Picks off the scathing faery dust. Blinks her myopic glamoured vision. Breathes. Another day in Paradise. Sweet Moses.

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Happy Bastille Day. Vive la Revolution 😉

19 days post-op. Still quite sore. Hmmm. Formidable.

This little intrepid Kwaussie bitch has another day to get through. Mind over matter. Heart over flagging flesh. Must sit in the sunshine. Gloat over my triumphant return from Valhalla and the Shades.

‘Tis also my former psychiatrist Dr Eastwell’s birthday. Happy Birthday old man. I remember our therapy sessions and how we laughed together at my absurdist horror of a life. Our laughter healing us both, oh Wise One.

You sent me blind for a week when you overdosed me with cogentin for my palsied arm and weird Parkinsonism reactions. I needed glasses after that. But I loved you for our laughter and your staunch support and belief that I would step back into my own life one day and reclaim it. And so I did.

A smoking blazing firecracker of a warrior goddess that only you could see, back in those staggering zombie shuffling dazed days. Thank you for loving me back to life when everyone else saw only my death mask.

You were a father I never had and I grieved horribly when, just after my bitch of a mother died I went for therapy and you were gone. No goodbye. So suddenly…But then I found my current doctor and although not much older than I, he took up your worthy mantle, oh Wise One.

For as much as I have been cursed in this life the gods always sent me a few earthangels...brave souls that surf my rage and pain and tweak out my joy, my love and my courage. Not the stuff for weak or mindless or heartless mortals and by all the gods I did tend to fall in love with those. But I am learning.

Last year I cursed those who had spitefully interfered in my love relationship (or whatever that was lmao) and I have witnessed these false malicious curs drop like fleas off a newly dosed dog. Yes I have. Smiles.

I might be doomed to walk through life alone and I am okay with that, but the evil that was launched at me when I fell in love in 2014 was a little too much for even a warrior goddess. Innit?!

So here we are, plotzing and shivering in the naked morning cold. Loving me as that is worthy of the love I poured into empty vessels of superficiality and hate. Calling back my spirit from the far corners of the earth and every piece of ground I walked on. Singing my truth, and gathering my power.

Those false ones shall be feeling very bereft soon. Losing their feed. But shake them off like the dogs of winter as I am sure they will find new food sources. Pity the fools....

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The Beau and Charlie and I went for a walk to the dog park. There were several dogs so I kept walking by but he sniffed them through the fence and wagged his tail and then looked up at me and “asked” if we could go in.

So I don’t trust him so I said “No Bobo you are too mean to other dogs”. So we ambled further along and again he turned back to the Gate to let me know he wanted in.

So I took him into the park and for a long while kept him on his leash and he played with all the other dogs and was really happy and chilled so I let him Off-leash for a while.

All went well until a young dog arrived. The little bastard went right over to attack it. So he knew he was in trouble as he ran away and I made him stop so I could put his leash on and leave in somewhat disgrace.

But this was the first time in over 2 years that he actually wanted to play with other dogs and that is a huge improvement. Next time I will leave before there are too many dogs as he probably got overwhelmed.

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Late this afternoon when I stepped outside to bring Charlie in for the night, I got a bit of shock.

On top of his cage Charlie was standing, eyeing off Mr Crow. Both of them silent, their beaks almost touching. There were no signs of aggression but maybe I was sent outside just in the nick of time.

As soon as I came down the three steps Crow flew up into the tree and watched as I let Charlie alight on my finger while telling him he was a very brave boy! I got a sense that Charlie was a bit relieved to see me. I took him straight into his bedroom and put him in his inside cage. Phew!!!!

I wonder how long Crow and Charlie have had these little encounters of the first kind, these little communions. I am grateful that Crow did not hurt Charlie. He is 3 times his size.

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7:40 pm. I was chilled to the bone, even though the heater is on. I was actually shaking with cold. So I went for a hot Epsom Salt bath and gosh, now I feel much better.

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14 July 2018

Not very well this morning. I think it will be a good day to stay in bed. I am feeling content with my nascent Becoming. My body however is not always in alignment with that. All good.

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Mouth sore. I took 2 panadol. Rinsed with salt. Back in bed after driving Crystal home. She was also utterly exhausted and not well. Hopefully both us Arons chickybabes get strong and vibrant soon.

I am so sick of chronic poor health.

On a positive note: I did spend the afternoon sunshine, lying in a hammock with Charlie beside me in the tree and Beauregard playing ball, reading the Harry Potter play. I thought some vitamin D might give me a bit of a boost.

Now Penny, Bobo and I are all snuggling in bed. Feeling much loved, valued and appreciated. Life is good. Attitude is everything.

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Shabbat Shalom. I had another wonderful night at Ecstatic Dancing.

Find your Vibe, Find your tribe! 🙂

Afterwards I drove to the Brisbane Powerhouse to pick up Crystal as she needs my car for a gig tomorrow (oops today!)

Time to schluff. Laila Tov! (Good night y’all!

14 July 2017

Harvey was all shivery and shaky in my cold living room. So he "suggested" we all go out and sit in the sun and watch the world turn. So I had a shower, washed my hair and outside we went! He is much calmer now. Quietly watching Charlie. Lovely boy!

It is spectacularly beautiful out here. As I write, I am being silently buzzed by a native bee. It must like my signature scent of "Volupte". Lmao!

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It’s such a perfect day!

14 July 2016

I woke up just in time to see 4:11am on my clock. More 11s. I made a cup of tea (the kettle boiled for eternity!), gobbled down 4 biscuits (naughty!), tried to convince Bobo to pee outside (no luck!) then hobbled my old painful sciatic assets back to bed. Agony!

I am turning into my mother (ghastly!) who regularly arose by 4 am to stomp loudly around the kitchen then would read for hours. I don't have her energy to be up all morning reading though. But I am not quite as old as her yet.

I never expected to be this old. Another 30 years of grinding poverty/agony/ seems untenable. But a lot can change in 30 years. Even 30 days. Hmmm!

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2.10 pm. Finally out of bed. Boy was I exhausted. Another bad night. But I finally slept from 7-1 pm. Phew!

Murky day outside. Grey skies. Ugh! Rain on the way!

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This afternoon (my morning!) I feel a bit mood-disordered. Not sure whether to run amok or crawl back into bed, or to cry or fly in the face of the gods.

I need to go to the chemist but can't be bothered. I hate that sensation of wanting to run but being held back. So I will wait for it to pass. Then do what I gotta do. At least I had a decent rest today. But I must be still feeling very raw from lack of sleep over the past few weeks.

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Today has been a strange day for me emotionally. I still feel over-ridden with anxiety. But I kept busy by spending time painting my arm, and also pottering in my worm farm and fish pond. I also did several loads of washing.

I was delighted to discover a hyacinth bulb has sprouted in one of my pots. I had thought the bulbs had died. My orchids are in bloom also. I am loving my garden with her surprising gifts from Sacred Space.

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Vive la Revolution! Happy Bastille Day! (Let them eat cake!) Le pauvre Reine Marie Antoinette!

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14 July 2015

12.35 pm. Just woke up. Nausea has gone but I still feel weak. Another day in Paradise :-).

(Paradise was code for german soldiers being sent to the Russian Front to fight on the front lines. One of my mother's boyfriends actually wrote that in a Postcard to her). It usually meant guaranteed death as it was the winter that the Russians were winning and the german infantry were sent with minimal warm clothing. Most froze to Death. War is Hell.

I have been at war with my own abusers all my life. I often sought the mystical side of Paradise. It eludes me still, but a few hours south of Surfers Paradise there is still my Zen Zone, Byron Bay.

As soon as those fraudulent Fuckers, Select and Cokes Express give my $300 back I will be going down to Byron to pick up a belt I had on layby and Breathe by the sea.

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My iphone has been blocked by Optus for the second time in 3 days. Someone really wants me silenced!

They are investigating how it was blocked "in an unusual part of their system" as it may be an IT error.

They said it may take 48 hours for the system to remove the block.

Hmmm! I am getting paranoidddd ;-).

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I have been in the garden, cleaned the chook coops, moved them to back of garden. Herman and Frieda were confused as to where their coop was so I herded them over to it. Little Heidi and Helga were really thirsty so they were glad of the fresh water.

I topped up their food (leaving another plateful for Mrs BB "bastard Buzzard" who practically lives at my place now). She was very happy to have her own plate.

I finished off stapling the old coop back together and I hacksawed their perch. I broke 4 hacksaw blades. I need to find out what I am doing wrong that they break so easily. Then I realised I cut the perch too short so basically wedged it into a holder thingy. Grrrr! Never perfect but it is still useful.

I filled up the front fish pond. Then it started to get rather cold. So I had to comeback inside.

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Tonight I cooked up a massive stir fry with the vegetables that Lyn brought me from the Food Bank. It tasted delicious. I had two huge bowls then froze the rest down for later. I still have plenty of veges to cook up. Happy little vegemite!

I have also finally had a lovely hot shower, shaved my legs and moisturised. I feel Clean. Smooth and Soft. It has been so cold but I really really needed to wash my hair. It felt lovely just standing under the hot shower. I am so grateful that I can still (albeit barely!) afford hot water.

It's a shame, Abbott is such a moron. Everyone should have solar heating. It would have made my life so much easier if Housing installed it in all their homes. It's moronic to expect the poorest members of society to pay whacking great electricity and gas bills. Blech. (When the Revolution comes...)

It better come soon. This country is going backwards. I said all along that man was a slimy Reptilian fascist. The night I found out he had been elected I had a purple fit. I knew it was going to be bad for us all.

I was riding in a taxi with a NZ Petty Officer off a naval ship. I said to the Taxi Driver, "I've been dancing all night, so I missed the election results. Please tell me who got in?" The indian driver asked me "Do you really want to ruin your night?" I said "Why, yes of course. This is a matter of National Importance".

The Sailor stared at the taxi Driver and yelled "For the Love of G-d, Don't Tell Her!!!" (I still don't know how he guessed I was a labour supporter???) Anyway, the taxi driver says. "It's Abbott".

I swore in several different languages. The Sailor whined. "I told you not to tell her, now I'll never get laid". I glared at the Able Seaman. "Who says you were guaranteed to get laid, you cheeky bastard?" He sneered at the taxi driver. "I told you Driver, it's all over now".

What can I say? Abbott was quite the little passion killer, but I do like a good sense of humour.

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Lol! Now I am hungry and nauseous at the same time. That, my friends, is just insane!

I need chocolate right now! (Miss Five wantzzz her preciouss!)

I dare not eat anything until my stomach stops writhing!

Time to schluff I guess. (That way I won't be focussing on food cravings).

14 July 2014

5.37 am. Not sleeping and pondering my lack to find genuine love then went on Paltalk and someone played K D Lang's version of Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah. My heart is full. Best song ever with layers of meaning for me.

I am probably a stalker and it will probably piss The Wig off but I texted him a link to this song. My final goodbye. A bit like Kiss Off by Violent Femmes, only sweeter. Lol.

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I had the urge to purge so I scrubbed reticent giant Wig Headfucker off my list of Potentials. Heart aches but nothing like moving on even if it means giving up on someone I thought was genuine.

Freedom...darlings :-)

PS better option than licking electric fencing.

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4.01 pm. Just woke up. Exhausted. Now the day stretches ahead. Lots of washing to do.

14 July 2013

Happy Bastille Day! Vive La Revolution!

14 July 2012

It's 2.07 am... here's my wish for my future which began today...one day at a time Sweet Moses. Just for today, and tomorrow and the rest of my life....today and today and today...I reject all negativity that has clung to me like a useless boil on my bum.

I have squeezed it, impressed it, loved it, lumped it, begged it, purged it..it grew back....I have lugged it, lubbed it, sugarlumped it. I've cast it free, and swam after it.

I've said "goodbye" to it, and loved it, cherished it, wanted it, wanted it...and yet this negativity that serves no purpose but to keep me deprived of a life of Mirth, Love, Safety, Peace and comfort, this negativity I have fed like a one breasted Amazonian only to end up feeling like I am dry, husky, empty, betrayed, demonized, lied to, lied about, cheated, rejected, abandoned griefstricken...Lost, Sad, Hurt...still wants to bite me on my ample voluptuous but very Perfect Arse.

So from this moment forward, I must cease being a cartoon character of myself, and cease trying to get love from dysfunctional, cruel, lying, shallow pple who are pathetic, pointless and really a waste of space.

I can't believe I loved these people, trusted them, sought favor from them. I can't believe I wanted to be loved by them...for in loving them, I have only humiliated and diminished myself.

To love the Snake that bites you after you feed it milk, honey, nurture it, protect it, love it....is the definition of Insanity. Well one day that Snake can swallow its own Tail, but I'll be off his Karmic Wheel I pray, and when he chokes on his own Tail at the end of his days, he might remember who was Real in his life. Too late. So Snaky and co...take your one-eyed Evil Envious Eye from me and mine.

You had your dance with me, you walked away to dance with lessor mortals, but in the end, Snake....You Dance too Alone. For I am Loved, pure and simple by those beyond your Ken. High and Low they see me, and care for me for they know what I suffer and why.

So I have hope for my future, I kickstarted months ago....I have Light, I have LOVE, I have Laughter, I have Strength, I have Healing, I have Wisdom and I have Courage and I have Myself and I have G-d, and Justice might have slipped past me on third Base which is Bitchin' but Karma and another kind of natural justice might just get you in the end!

You played me like a Fool, and I clowned around you like a Jester....but the Magician out manoeuvres you every time. Don't underestimate the Joker or the KING!

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Sylvia Shine : Now you feel better ,i hope,that's what i call getting off your chest,i have alway's said,the only way to go,is write it down,nobody listens,when you talk.people .when they read what you are feeling,think you are nuts,they do not understand,your heartbreak,honestly Tanya,i know where you are coming from.it's a pity,the one you are trying to reach,stops hurting you,let them go,and think what they are doing,you don't need them in your life.you know what the saying is,i will not overcome,so good luck love and hugs. SYLVIA. x x x

ps,i meant to say i shall OVERCOME x x x

Me: Thanks Sylvia. I had an emotional bleed, as you can see. Yes of course the ones who did this don't understand, they don't want to. They have no heart and did this with nothing but hatred and deceit in their hearts and minds.

I shall overcome... naturally I have had to be very resilient and bounce back from every Wall and every Abuser that has come my way. This one was particular nasty as members of his family played me false also. I wonder what they hoped to gain from it. Now they have lost me instead.

I see now I was a Fool but at least I know I was the better person, even if I do Love in vain. These people did not deserve me ever. While it hurts me greatly for now, I will get past it but they will have their karma - lies, shallowness, superficiality and ugliness is all they have and all they desire from life.

I have no regrets - G-d knows I tried! So I am Free of yet another toxic relationship and I must be content with that. The past few years have been a great clearing with more than one friendship, love affair or family member being sloughed off.

Lots of grieving on my part, but now plenty of room for good people and good opportunities and real enduring loves and friendships to be in my life.

Sylvia Shine: xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

14 July 2011

I had a nice day with Lyn today, and a nice day yesterday meeting up with my cousins. Now I'm rather tired, but I've had two lovely days, and Jasmine visited tonight too, so that was a nice exchange too.

14 July 2010

I managed to stay up til 3.15am last night and moved some stuff into Crystal's old room. It's amazing how I do it LOL. Today I felt really tired and drained though.

So tomorrow I plan on making my Pallet compost bin, finishing off the Pallet garden and maybe schluffing a lot to make up for less sleep last night. LOL

14 July 2009

Today I have almost become a Domestic Goddess...did the groceries (spent way too much on way too little but got some yummies) and ...wait for it...this is HUGE! ...................I finally cleaned my bath. Unbelievable but trueeeeeeeeeeee!

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