Memories: 18 June 2025

18 June 2025

18 June 2023

Another glorious winter’s day. I woke up at 7 am. But I slept a lot yesterday. So I am up and at ‘em. For a while this morning, I thought it was Monday. Lol

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We are at it again. Polishing my little White Creek Opals.

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18 June 2022

Reluctantly I have decided to stay home tonight. I am too lightheaded and the wound is too sore to risk someone accidentally bumping into my back while out dancing. 😞.

My spirit and my vital life force wants to be out there, especially as Alter Egos are playing tonight!

But I guess I need time to heal that incision site and get over the asthma and the dizziness.

I don’t want to end up in hospital especially with our draconian dangerous fucked up Covid epoch.

Better to nurture myself, safe and warm and cosseted at home until I am stronger again.

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I made this video immediately after having the cyst cut out.

It occurred to me tonight that I must be some kind of idiot. But the risk of leaving these cancers and that cyst any longer was potentially life threatening.

Yet I already feel So weak and dizzy and ill I wonder if I should have just left them Alone and gotten on with whatever other malaise I am “dying” from FFS.

I realised tonight that I have been dogged by so much cruelty and sadism all my life (since infancy ) in the name of “health” that it’s no wonder I get so triggered and activated. But what can I do but carry on and finish off this incarnation.

I can only pray that the gods allow me a graceful dignified kind death surrounded by so much love. (When my Time comes of course!)

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18 June 2021

I just received shitty news. I have been booked in for another colonoscopy on 26 July. Yuck. Bit devastated as I hate them Soooo much but will have to go through with it as bowel cancer is worse.

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18 June 2020

This afternoon I have been watching Linda Moultin Howe’s Earthfiles on YouTube.

Apparently on 11th May there was a crashed UFO in the northern quadrant of a town on Brazil named Mage. Complete with hastily retrieved bodies by the US military.

11th May was a very spiritual day for me. I had an unexpected visit from Margot, Dave and their sweet little girls. We shared a lovely magical afternoon together. This was highly unusual but The Tanya being The Tanya rolled with it.

Recently Margot told me that that day was also her birthday! (It also happens to be Lyn’s birthday!) and it is the day after my daughter Jasmine’s birthday.

I had pondered on the high strangeness of that day. The unexpected visit and the almost spiritual channeling of the children. It had seemed very strange.

But now I understand. The veil was thin and the inter dimensional travellers had actually either crashed or been shot down (this is not yet clear!) but I had been called upon by Spirit that day in rather unusual but at the time, seemingly natural circumstances.

I don’t always consciously know what is glitching in the Matrix but often find out the facts or the timeline later on.

I just thought I was acting hypomanic and expansive and was just plain exuberantly happy. I was definitely vibrating higher that day 🙂.

Anyway this news gives me comfort that my extreme sensitivity to climatic and even cosmic conditions is not crazy at all, but a kind of gift of resonance.

I wonder how many other times in my life: good bad and indifferent were marked by similar global occurrences. If nothing else it forms a background patterning to the nature of my (our) reality.

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See my comments below:

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Truth for everyone 💗

Post by Ben Ralston (thanks!)

"Your protests are (much) worse than useless

Here’s why these protests and riots are nothing more than a nail in the coffin of humanity:

1 – While you are protesting against what “they” (ruling class) allow you to protest against, you are NOT protesting against what they don’t want you to protest against. In other words – you are playing right into the hands of those that we should oppose.

When the mainstream media (completely OWNED – in every sense – by the ruling class) tell you to stay at home, you stay at home. When they tell you to wear a mask, you wear a mask. When they tell you to ‘protest’, you protest. You are a pawn in another’s game-plan, and that’s never too clever, but in this case the game-plan is to dumb you down in every conceivable way.

And all the while, the real problem goes un-protested and uncontested. What is the real problem? We’ll come to that a little later…

2 – If you march, or riot, or peacefully protest and can simply be ignored, arrested, or dispersed – you are in no danger of changing ANYTHING, ever. In 2003 a million people marched the streets of London in protest against the imminent illegal invasion of Iraq – Tony Blair considered that march merely “fatuous” and invaded Iraq anyway, using the lie of WMD as a cover.

So keep protesting, keep getting arrested, keep getting ignored – all you achieve is to signal to the ruling class that there is indeed no meaningful opposition to their plans, and it’s business as usual for them.

3 – Yes, black lives matter, but the worst inequality is not on the streets of America. It’s in Africa. That continent has been plundered, raped, and pillaged since white men first set foot there. And in Australia, where the British soldiers would bury aboriginal babies neck deep in the ground and then kick off their heads in front of their raped Mothers and chained Fathers.

You rage against a drop of rain while you are drowning in an ocean of injustice.

Black lives matter yes. But what of the millions murdered in the Middle East at the hands of Bush and Obama and Blair?

The real inequality is between us – humanity, and them – the ruling class who lost their humanity long ago.

I am from England, and my Mother’s ancestors were Celts. Those Celtic tribes were destroyed thousands of years ago. Their lands were stolen, their medicine men and women were burnt at the stake. Their names are forgotten – how many Celtic tribes can you name? I rest my case. Their names, languages, and spiritual traditions have effectively been erased from history.

Many of you protesting in the USA at the moment have native American blood in your veins, and you don’t even know it. Why? Because your tribes are right now being effectively erased from history, relegated to ‘reservations’, and made increasingly irrelevant to mainstream society. Case in point – try finding out about your native ancestry from a regular DNA test. The result will most likely come back as “uncertain”. Why is that?

You should be marching for your own rights. You should be recognising that you are a slave – a slave to a system that rapes, pillages and plunders your home, your Mother Earth, and has absolutely no regard for your life or for your rights.

You should be marching against the ocean of inequality – the big picture of massive, global injustice. The fact that a CHILD starves to death every 10 seconds when there is PLENTY of food to feed them. You should be marching against the fact that they DIDN’T lock down the global economy to change that – or to alter climate change, or any of the other myriad problems that affect YOU, right now.

The real problem is not one isolated incident of injustice that happened to make it onto the television – it is an ongoing dystopian nightmare of corruption that surrounds and pervades every level of modern society and has done for hundreds of years. And while you protest the latest media-induced frenzy, you turn a blind eye to your own institutionalised oppression.

This system pollutes your water, your air, and your food.

This system poisons your seas, your lands, your skies, and your minds.

This system weakens your body, your mind, your heart and your soul.

This system feeds upon humanity.

You should be protesting for your life and the future of your children, not black lives, or cops, or them, or us.

MY life. My children. My Earth.

Any other protest will not have the necessary fire behind it. And that’s what they want… weak, disempowered men, and weak, disempowered women, screaming into the wind.

You sign ‘petitions’, and you go on marches, and you may even riot, and nothing will change. Nothing will change because you will still vote. You will still pay taxes. And you will still hand over your power and the responsibility for your life, and the lives of your children, to police, to doctors, to teachers, and to government.

Why? Because you are so deeply disempowered. The result of feudalism and colonialism and 700 years of witch hunts.

It is time for humanity to rise above those that have had their knees on our necks and their boots on our faces for hundreds of years. They have conquered and colonised and controlled every part of this Earth for too long, because we have let them.

So I say to my brothers and sisters of all colours and all creeds in all corners of the Earth: we want the same thing, and we have the same enemy.

Know yourself.

Know your enemy.

We are many. They are few.

And this is our time

better to copy and paste than to share it ❤️❤️❤️

From my comment section:

I have thought about this: I too have Celtic and Teutonic and even very likely Viking heritage.

But what is happening to black (indigenous peoples) across the world is not acceptable. It was never acceptable but the status quo of the ruling classes made it so and profited by it.

So You know what!! Fuck it All.

This little jewish Viking marginalised, scorned and betrayed woman, maltreated by too many men and women and the State want you all to know:

Black lives matter!!! Just as much as my own white woman life.

Equality, fraternity and liberty . Should be a constant in all our lives.

My enemy is those who sweep humanity under the carpet and make us feel shame for standing up and being counted. My enemy is trans humanism and cold elitist separation of souls from their body mind and spirit.

My enemy is anyone who insults or dehumanises the Other but especially Women and their children.

I have seen the Faces of the most Pure Evil hiding in full view expecting to get away with it. Hell, I can even name most of them.

I fought with words and heart and intentions of deepest honour.

In the end. KARMA IS A BITCH. I am still waiting....rather too patiently.

I have said for several years that we are in dire need of a revolution. Now we are in the midst of it.

Stand up and be counted those whom have tasted decades of oppression! Know that I believe in you and am proud of you!

Julie Butler: He says nothing will make a difference... It has in the past, look a little the civil rights movement and other movements where people have protested and it has made a difference. I wonder what he's doing to make a difference? To really make a difference?

Me: Julie Butler just a White Celtic man obfuscating his in-built racism.

I agreed that we need more unity on this planet...which is why I shared it.

Then thought about all the smug white men that tried to kill me and thought hell no. Black lives matter. Women’s lives matter. Not letting this bullshit slide!

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11:11 pm. Another good day. Grateful happy woman here.

Laila Tov!

18 June 2019

Hungry like a Wolf…my spirit animal or “totem” although I avoid cultural appropriation. Try to destroy me…then meet my infamous “Death Look” it’s my spirit, my wolf who keeps me safe (as much as is possible in this current paradigm) and will protect me to the death, if necessary. Yours or mine.

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I had a lovely time yesterday with my handsome friend, Jarrod. I cooked a chicken tagine and was slightly distracted and Siri did not let the timer off but I managed to rescue our dinner before it burnt or was totally ruined. (phew). Then we watched a tv show on 7Plus called “The Whispers” which was intriguing.

I love my Mondays with Jarrod especially when I am a bit scatterbrained. It’s nice to have someone so endlessly tolerant of my foibles. After 27 years of friendship he has mastered the art of coping with The Tanya. Lmao!

Bobo adores him too! Having true friends and tiny family who love me no matter what is my greatest joy.

I told Jarrod how my American friend at the casino is planning to make Voudoun type libations on my grave and how I offered to precipitate the Wild Turkey back into a rain shower to send it back.

I said I think my funeral might be utterly delightful and a big party and I want to be there to witness all of it. He said “But you will be dead Tanya!” I replied but my spirit will be there watching all the shenanigans.

Jarrod bemoaned the fact that he would end up Gatekeeper and would find my assorted hodge podge of extremely unusual Acquaintances a bit confronting. We agreed we would not allow any fake friends at my funeral. It would just piss me off. We don’t want an angry Tanya spirit on her funerary day now, don’t we?! I laughed at the extreme quirkiness of it.

He asked if any of my new Shaman friends would come to the funeral? I said “I doubt it as I am not a Shaman and most of them live across the globe!” But I said “How wonderful would it be if some showed up with their rattles and drums and appeased the spirits for my transitioning?”

My jewish friends and Christian friends and other mainstream ordinary folk would positively have apoplectic fits and I would be hovering above my grave, laughing what is left of my light body arse off!

Psy sighs. But I still prefer the idea of a Viking funeral, cast out to sea and set fire to. Or at the least a cremation and my ashes cast down the cliff near the lighthouse at Byron Bay (a favourite suicide spot) and the closest to NZ I can get although NZ is hardly a home for me anymore. In truth it was never safe for me when I grew up there.

Meh. All good. I will focus on my life now. Enjoying each breath and relishing in my delightful and authentic friends who will honour me in death as magnificently as they have honoured me in life.

I will continue to embrace the unusual and the Magical Ones who cross my path and walk with me for a while, and Love us all for our myriad and miraculous microcosmic gifts as we continuously refract our Light on this giant “Diamond” of a universe.

No one left behind except abusers. They can evolve in another timeline somewhere. 😉

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Omgoddess. The satisfaction and luxury of clean sheets, and doonas and a long hot shower on winter’s day. Bliss!

18 June 2018

Rachael Fanucchi: Tanya please clip both wings. Its an old method to only clip one. They have found chickens still have lift with only one wing clipped. Especially if spooked. I have 4 'girls' myself. 🐔🐓🐣🐥🐤

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18 June 2016

Big Yellow Taxi. Joni Mitchell. Lmao! "You don't know what you've got til it's gone." He is still sending me messages. Twat. Giant Dead Twat!

18 June 2015

HRT...HRT. mumble mumble baking cookies at 3.43 am. Well, chilling the dough. Having an Absolutely Fabulous moment from one of their episodes.

If I am not careful I will be bringing some man his pipe and slippers and calling him Dear while trembling with...a streetcar named...Snap! Back in the room.

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By the gods, it is cold tonight. I got up to go get KFC. After a really hot shower. Been lying on the couch watching tv. Might as well go back to bed where it is warm.

18 June 2014

18 June 2011

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Reading a book about Suzy Van Der Kwast, my friend and former employer and laughing at the thinly veiled lies and not quite truths. I love it!

It's well written but poorly edited, lots of spelling mistakes which should have been sorted before publishing. I think it must have been independently published but I do like the glossy pages.

Update 2019: She died last year and weirdly I dreamt of her shortly before I was given the news of her death.

Another one of my souls that never quite forgot me and would not transition without a final goodbye or acknowledgement of my spirit. An honour I guess although it seems a tad horrifying to the uninitiated.

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I got to see Harvey this morning for some hot loving...the best kisser in the world, happens to be a mini fox terrier. Nothing like pure innocent animal love! Bella was uber jealous when I got home and told her I'd had Harvey cuddles LOL.

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I'm a very bad Jewish girl. Slept through shul again, but hey isn't Shabbat the day of rest? @ Rebecka....if you wait for me to get up in time it may be a long wait. But I'm dying to meet your little son and I haven't seen you in years so let's make it soon before Tevye turns 13 and is a fully fledged man, yeah?

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Feeling rather tired. Might attempt to go to shul tomorrow morning if I wake up in time which is not likely as I’ve slept through shul for quite a while now. Nevermind. Shabbat Candles were lit, and I'm looking forward to another beautiful schluffy shabbat tomorrow.

18 June 2010

You know you're in love with a man when his house inspection comes up and you clean His house instead of your own. I have a creepy feeling I sold my feminist soul and principles and any sense of feminist self esteem but I was glad to help him, especially as he works hard to keep my car on the road. Meanwhile I think I need a cleaning lady so I can get my slovenliness under control.

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