Memories: 24 June 2025

24 June 2025

7:35 am baddd night. I got up at 2 am and ate avocado on soy crackers. To quell my nervous system that absolutely acts out when it decides it’s still hungry. I slept slightly better after that lol. 5 pee breaks too. Oh well.

The spiritual war continues unabated. But…there are no winners…only losers. Hold onto your souls…Honey Childs. It’s the only thing of value you don’t really own and can’t really cede but it’s about quality not quantity. lol.

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24 June 2023

This morning I received happy news. My friend I know from Irish Murphies and the casino, who married recently, is now expecting a baby. He is returning to Australia to get his house in order and bring his new family here.

I am so happy for him. Life always finds a way!

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It’s a glorious day. I am not feeling quite centred but I am enjoying the peace, and the sunshine.

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8:12 pm I am making roast lamb, potatoes and pumpkin in my air fryer. Also this evening I made a sterling rabbit ring which I cast in sterling silver. I copied it from a cheap pot metal one. I was trying to clean it up but it got late and I got hungry. So clean up (sanding and polishing) will continue tomorrow.

I put on Spotify and sang along to my favourite songs. I felt an immense hunger/longing/desire and if I weren’t broke and still a bit tired from dancing last night, I would have gone out again!

Hopefully the expansive spiralling euphoria that feels like a love longing settles down once I have a proper meal! Viking Wild Women need a good solid feed!

24 June 2022

Today I hit the ground running: fiercely enervated by prednisone hypomania (fuck you prednisone, you bitch!) and no doubt strengthened by both the Tuvan throat singing and then the Viking music, also soul ridden by extra mana sent to me by my shamanic healers (no fuck yous…only love, respect and gratitude) and still trauma activated by the third and last cut to my flesh last Friday 17 June arggghhhhhhh!)

I realised with great horror yesterday that my bedroom walls are covered in black mould and a thick layer of dust! So I’ve been breathing that evil black mould into my lungs for weeks or even months!!!

I scrubbed my walls and furniture with basic sponges and water all fricking day. I washed my curtains (mouldy) and washed down my wooden blinds.

I took a shower at 2 pm, dressed and took a walk with Bobo and Charley. Then came home and kept cleaning. I washed down my laundry door that was black with mould too.

I finally stopped at 4:30 pm.

I am so exhausted!

It occurred to me that I have had three cats die in recent years, strange chicken deaths then my own health has rapidly deteriorated since the smart Meter was installed several years. Also 5G is live now. Plus the black mould after weeks of rain. And G-d only knows what is in our drinking supply!

I know I sound paranoid but I sincerely think I am being slowly murdered.

Anyway, the bedroom is clean now. Tonight I won’t be breathing mould spores.

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4 pm I took the animals for a quick walk. Now ready to crash and burn.

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Haha listening now to Norse music, washing off the filth of ages I hear “You know Nothing, Jon Snow” I smile wryly.

Ahhh but my beautiful shaman and healer, my sister of spirit, my brave loving Cheerful spirit, Sheila Snow…who sends me love from all vortices and all four directions ….knows everything,

Blessed be my Angel…The Tanya loves and appreciates you!

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Arrrrrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Sick of this evil shit!

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1:21 pm. Now I can’t get my bedroom window open to dry out the walls… fml!! I might as well go have a shower, then eat something, then finish the walls after. Utterly exhausted!

I still need to buy copious vinegar and more magic sponges (they break up but have worked fairly well!)

I need a hug and $20 million dollars and mould free, Dybbuk free house!

I guess I will settle for a hug from someone who truly loves me. I am driving out the Dybbuk with Tuvan music.

(Update: I had to smash the broken plastic window slider, as it locked the window and could not be unlocked! Now need to replace that. FFS!)

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11:38 am my gosh, no wonder I have been so very sick. The walls are thick with dust and mould. I cleaned the ceilings. Still cleaning the walls and furnishings.

I washed my beautiful salmon pink silk sari but she disintegrated. Oh well. I had much joy looking at her hanging over my canopy.

I will try to source another beautiful one some day.

I still have one wall to clean but I also want to take a shower. I should probably keep cleaning the walls then shower. I am still in my pajamas.

Time fighting space bandit warrior goddess is also playing loud Tuvan throat singing music to give me extra mana to clean my boudoir.

I might take a break. Drink some tea. Contemplate my ever diminishing future in this body on this planet. Try not to grieve my own impending death too much.

How many many times have we writhed in a hellish embrace and I have twirled her back into the Void. Me…always the avoidant one when my lovers try to subsume me, consume me…doom me.

I am extremely powerful even as my flesh has been torn asunder by a sadistic autistic flesh cleaver (for my health…hack) and my lungs shut down.

Why I oughta take a human lover again and ride myself to oblivion. Nah…that is just my spirit fighting for her rightful inheritance of life force on earth. My innate temporal Rage. My lust for Life….Sexual energy expended on wastrels cost me dearly. Killed me. Again and again.

But I am someone new now. Medusa or that mad Viking Volve alone on the edge of society with her animals. Screaming with wild hair streaming into the faces of Men and their evil filthy treacherous handmaidens.

I rise and rise and rise…like a daughter of Lilith, like the agonised but triumphant Divine Feminine whelping her children from the very jaws of Death.

It’s a hobby…

Thanks Prednisone, you sucking fucker. You are gifting me a borderline psychosis but I got clean walls…yeah?!

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9:18 am awake after about 5 hours sleep. Rough night. Today I am still very ill with my chest but I have to climb a stepladder and scrub the mould off the walls in my boudoir.

I had not noticed the mould creeping down from the ceiling until yesterday but was too weak to deal with it. No wonder my lungs are so very bad.

I will have to put on a mask and scrub the walls clean. I hope I can summon the energy to do it today. Otherwise my lungs have no chance to recuperate, breathing mould spores in. Farrrrk!

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1:45 am still awake after transcribing my memories to Vocal Media. The last 4 days worth of deeply intense trauma memories. What is it about this Wintry Discontent that curses me with chronic illness and even more chronic malevolence.

It’s like being a rat stuck in a rat wheel for the torturous schadenfreude of a mad social scientist. Or a Covid lab breach. Yuck.

But now I must sleep. The sleep of the righteous who fought long and hard for every scrap of my existence and as Lyn reminded me tonight I am already successful as I have overcome so much in my life. She told me she is very proud of me.

I started to cry. It’s true. Even I don’t know how I have gotten this far in my beleaguered but magickal and mysterious and gifted life. Except I could never have made it this far without my brave staunch fierce friends. I love you.

I am curious to know what still awaits me? Curiousity kills this little pussy cat but oh what fun!

24 June 2021

This morning I was in the “twilight zone” slowly rising from sleep to full consciousness.

I had had a rough night, getting up to pee six times (including one time for the dog who cried for me to let him out!) So lots of broken sleep and pressure caused by my bladder.

So I was looking forward to just sleeping in and lying about like a flaccid semi-comatose thing like the good old days. (Daze?!)

But no, my brain slowly wakes me up and I am being shown images. Ebony wood. “Buy ebony wood”, they said (whoever that energy was?) “make jewellery from it”.

They showed me cutting out a bowl shape from the timber with my new cutting and carving tools and they showed me melting silver into the carved out indentations so that it sat like a silvery pool against the black wood.

Pretty…but molten silver does not work like that. It would burn the wood. I argued I would have to melt the silver, let it cool then glue it into the concave design of the timber.

“Semantics” they replied. “Work with me, Baby!”

I lay there in my warm bed and tried not to roll my eyes.

In my thoughts I replied “well that’s all very well, innit, but Ebony, real ebony costs a fortune and where would I source it and if I made jewellery from it, who could afford to buy it even if I did get a regular supply? What ridiculous nonsense is this?”

I could sense a good-humoured shrug of mild frustration. Then I fully awoke. Grabbed my iPhone, turned it back on…8:36 am.

Maybe the “interaction” was not meant to be taken literally. Maybe Ebony is a person I might meet? Or maybe spirit just wanted to give me more ideas of working with silver? I did buy a few pieces of wood to use as displays (for my shop I am actively manifesting, in my usual psychedelic dreaming! 🙂 ) I carved “Titania’s Realm” into a nice piece of Jarrah.

So perhaps it’s an acknowledgement from my guide or some transient mischievous spirit that they know my intentions and want to encourage me in my latest “meshugass” (madness).

I rang Lyn and told her about the messages. She laughed. “If they want you to make jewellery out of Ebony they can supply it to you!” I laughed too.

But stranger things have been known to happen in my world/life/current paradigm.

Miracles happen every day. I am living proof of that 🙂

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#PrincessAlexandraHospital

#QueenslandHealth

#QueenslandGovernment

#HealthRightsCommission.

I did not follow through on my complaint apart from complaining to my local member of Parliament Joe Kelly’s office after 13Health treated me abominably the day after my surgery.

This is a scum country which is populated mostly by scummy people who have too often betrayed me in my most vulnerable moments including the strangulations, sexual assaults, domestic violence and systemic abuses.

You think you got away with it. But I have managed to survive ALL of you.

Fuck you!

I have another surgery impending on 26 July and it is unimaginably difficult to put my body at Your mercy again. FFS

24 June 2020

trigger warning : csa, domestic violence, prejudicial childhood and adults terrorised by my mother were unable or unwilling to protect me.

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I feel triggered because in my therapy session last friday my doctor commented that I was always so accepting of my life situation...there is that word again, Acceptance. I was merely acquiesing to the fucking UNACCEPTABLE as even as child I knew there was no safe haven for me.

My acceptance although prosaic and practical, meant I was rather ripe for the picking for further cascades of trauma in my entire life, further betrayals....further epic fucking Violations and yet people wonder why I might have struggled with wanting to kill myself and in 2015 almost followed through. jesus. (sorry to my Christian friends...Jesus had nothing to do with it....neither did my much Beloved Jewish God....it was a monstrousity without end that cost me safe loving relationships even up to the current paradigm...

from my diary: Friday 9 Feb 2001

I rang June Robertson – we spoke for 2 hours. She told me Mum had asked Mrs Coleman years ago, whether she thought Trevor would molest me? Mrs Coleman mentioned this to June.

Also June told me she felt he gave me too many treats and was too attentive, that he gave her the ‘creeps’ but she did not think he’d actually abused me.

She mentioned that Mum had expressed concern over Cees molesting me also, that she’d threatened to leave Cees, that she told June she was afraid to leave him alone with me in the house.

Quote, unquote “Cees would have any woman or child, even you, June!” (June was hurt as she took this to mean that Mum thought her unattractive). I laughed and explained that it was true. He would have had sex with any woman. It was not that she was unattractive at all.

So this all refutes Mum’s claims that she didn’t know or suspect what Trevor was doing, or what Cees tried to do! June told me that I once arrived at her house with a cut foot because Mum had thrown a glass at me and threatened me.

That she’d wanted to intervene and speak to Mum about it but Mum had arrived at her house in an angry state, demanding I return home but Lynne begged June to stay out of it, saying “It will only make things worse for Tanya if you interfere”. I agreed that that would be true!

I feel horrified to think that I had ‘forgotten’ so many incidents like this. June said it was always something trivial she attacked me for. I told June I’d always felt safe in her home, even with Ewan being an alcoholic.

That June had been a second mother to me. That she alone, had treasured my paintings and my stories. She told me I was a wonderfully creative and original thinker as a child and very bright.

She loved the stories I wrote as a child – did I still have them? No I told her. Mum threw everything out when I was a teenager (even before then, I think!)

I also told her I appreciated all the meals she cooked me etc that I knew it was tough for her financially, yet she always gave me a meal etc. That she was very loving and supportive – Always.

She told me she wished she had done more for me. That she wished she’d known about Trevor. I said it was my fault. I was only little and in denial. She said she felt I was always too accepting of the situation – even with Cees. That she was sorry my marriage failed – Lynne was really disappointed in Micheal -thought he was not suitable for me. I agreed.

So here I am 24 June 2020...still alive and still triumphantly congratulating myself on my Survival.....to what end? In a time of covid 19 and the proverbial Dybbuk on the Roof pissing all over my hopes and dreams, my joie de vivre and my true love potential...hahah....to what bloody end?

The Tanya does not know....but I am not going down in quiet acceptance ever again. BE ON NOTICE! MOTHERFUCKERS) ;-)

24 June 2019

I need to present at 8 am! Holy hell. Now need to check bus timetable or alternatively take a taxi in.

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At the hospital newsagent I bought a lotto ticket in honour of my soon to be dead gall bladder. One of us is gonna get lucky. Hopefully it will be the rest of me! $80 million would be lovely compensation for my extraoRdinarily weird life. But psy sighs, I need to win it first 😉.

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Fucking starting to decompensate and was incredibly sardonic with the lovely anaesthetist. I told him to give me some extra propophyl to “cure” my complex ptsd and not to worry as I will be one of those dreadful old ladies whining cantankerously about not dying yet again in 2019. I also told him to kill me before I make the Alzheimer’s ward.

This was triggered by the awful spirometry test I endured mere minutes before. Yup. Fucking triggered. Also getting a little hungry.

Hungry Tanya equals Crazyyy Tanya. Must behave!!!

Anyway he kept staring at me rather lasciviously while rubbing his thigh (in what I hoped was a nervous habit) and asked me what I dooo for a living?

I told him that I rest as much as possible and when not resting try to enjoy life as much as possible. So he sneered at me and said that sounded lovely.

Oh and I found out I have shrunk by 1 cm. 159 cm. Short and not-so-sweet. I grabbed a sandwich. Phew. That will make me more docile.

Then the blood tech triggered me making gestapo jokes so I replied in German “Aber Nein!” He creeped me out too. Yelling out loud that he is married! I replied I am happily single and staying that way.

He later tried to ameliorate his inappropriateness by telling me he doesn’t mind that he is married but his manager was “watching” him. I replied “there is No sexual Charisma between us. I am just here for fucking surgery!”

I think I will write on my big flabby Donai belly tomorrow in big letters “this way up or Health Rights Commission!” With a sign on my anus saying “wrong way go back motherfucker!” I mean it’s so surreal but it’s not actually all that funny.

Thank all the gods for my dark sense of humour and my determination to survive and have this surgery. But those men and the sadistic spirometer nurse (a Handmaiden!) have me utterly terrified to put my body into their “care”!

I feel like I was in an episode of “Preacher” where Hitler is in hell telling everyone he doesn’t deserve to be there cos he’s actually a good guy.

I have sent off an email to my psychiatrist who will be equally bemused and just as horrified as I am. He claims to have friends in that department. Too late for me by tomorrow at 8 am to bollock them on my behalf. Hmmm.

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4.28 pm finally home from pre-admission where the majority of the male specialists and even the blood technician acted like I was some sort of femme fatale about to devour them.

Which would be cute if it were not for the fact that I am about to have an organ excised from my body tomorrow.

Also there is nothing sexy about a short fat Hobbit woman who was getting more and more exhausted and flustered with no makeup, a mild fever (from

The stress!) etc. What is wrong with men these days?

The blood technologist randomly yelled out he is married!!! I yelled back “That’s okay, I am Happily single and staying that way.” He asked me what I doooo? I said “Mostly exist therefore I am and try to stay alive”

He said “what did you do before that?” Ummm... same thing I have always done, survived. But by then I was not going to continue with that conversation.

The anaesthetist asked me the same thing “what do you do?”’ I said “mostly lots of resting and generally trying to have a good time while I’m still alive?” Is it my fault that they translated that as sexual Innuendo and some sort of foreplay?

By all the gods I am not looking forward to handing over my luscious old extruding body to the “professional” ministrations of these men tomorrow. It’s like they deliberately want to push all my buttons.

I told the blood tech it’s okay it’s nearly 5 o’ clock you can go home soon.

He had punctured my arm so hard with the stent for the blood extraction that I felt quite faint. Nuh uh fool. Bigger men have tried to annihilate me. Also poxy Weasley ones as well. He had a tattoo that said Carpe Diem so mid-blood extraction I muttered “seize the day” several times. Seizing each and every fucking day for the past 54 years.

Anyway Tomorrow as little Annie Orphaned one who was freckled like me and a fighter like me...is just another dayyyy! He commented on my many freckles on my arms. I replied “I am popping them out daily along with lovely little sun cancers”. Gave him a gnarly grin.

Gonna have a nice cup of tea and try not to cry right now.

But I bet I will have a massive bruise on the vein by tomorrow.

Oh well they are wanting to keep me in overnight (if beds are available) as I live alone, have no one to care for me and having a general anaethetic. All good. One night in hospital won’t kill me.

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On top of it one of the cats pissed on my dining table this morning so I sprayed it with enzyme cleaner before I left the house and came home to the stench of cat pee. So the cheaper enzyme cleaner is not working and I had to spray again. So that is bloody annoying.

Update 24 June 2025: Those dirty motherfuckers….…I did come close to dying too, post surgery my breathing shut down which the red headed young doctor told me could happen.

I was sent back from some weird space, where I was following a long flowing red ribbon that looked like one of those ribbons they use in gymnastics. After following that ribbon for a while I realised I had not inhaled so I wondered if I would ever breathe again and just when I had a brief moment of panic as I had felt so peaceful, safe and loved (at long last!) a voice said “we’re sending you back to a hellscape of epic proportions!” I cried and begged “them”. “Please no…take me…take me”. But woke up because a nurse had heard my screeching oximeter on my thumb and had ran in to check on me. Should have slipped it off my finger. Dammit.

But I have had 6 more years of Life. Another broken heart. The loss of Beauregard and Charlie. So much epic loss…so much evil and awfulness. But there had been a brief hiatus of such Happiness since 2023 too…until the rot set in again and that last bad fall where I sliced my arm open (and barely missed splitting my head open!) so technically another close shave with Mama Muerte showed me true colours, true hearts and minds and set me free.

I was busy creating the merksbah pendant for Mr Likka so that love I was pouring into that creation that day must have “saved” me. Ironic! But the symbolism was not lost on me.

So the very next night I hit the ground running, (it happened to also be Valentines Day! And gifted him the merkabah and did my customary dance…because no one but no one (man, woman, child, god) has the right to prevent me from dancing, moshing, whirling dervishing my way through life. It’s who I am…Wild, Free, untameable and indomitable. Don’t like me? I get it. But fuck off and go be awesome somewhere else. You haven’t lived through a scrap of what the gods and other mortals have made me live through. You have no idea of what this life has cost me…it’s a too-high price but it’s mine…this life.

If you want in my inner circle Santorum..you have to demonstrate a true and loving heart, an honour and a courage…a constant flowing kindness. Mama T always sees through the bullshit eventually…including her own skin hunger and yearning love manifestations that evaporate the moment she stands up and is counted. C’est la vie, Babies.

24 June 2018

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The dog has his bone. I have a cup of tea and a biscuit, lying in my hammock. Charlie has a piece of biscuit and is hanging off the stag horns on the tree. The neighbourhood is quiet. All is good in Dreamer’s World.

24 June 2017

I had an incredible night with Jenny and Terina at Ecstatic Dance last night then with Jenny and Karen at the casino. So much happiness in the room. Wonderful times.

I am awake after only 6 hours sleep but I feel great, even with my pinched sciatic nerve in my right hip, I danced through the pain. Amazing.

Life is good when you welcome it to present you with magical miracles. 10 years ago I would never have thought this possible. (Even 7 years ago!) So blessed...with beauty, Lightness of being, loving friendships and exponential healing. (Ok chest a bit tight and bones acting up but by the gods, do I fly in the face of my own ageing body?!)

It is another beautiful day and everything is perfect in my world. I miss my daughter and the man I fell in love with but time takes time and I am well on my way to allowing new loves to enter my life, even as I cleave to the old one.

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Exhausted. But can't sleep. Vibration extremely high. I can hear it humming or rather screaming but it is beautiful and golden and sincere!

Riding this wave is a silken sea foam of delight and knowing in my core that all my dreams are coming true (even if just for today!)

I am rebirthing The Tanya and she is singularly unfurling into the Cosmos and drawing into herself all that was lost/betrayed/stolen and turning straw into gold as Rumpelstiltkin has my name and my fortune but he was only joking, teasing, and he fulfils my life with true loves and abundance and he lights me up like Beacon so my Beloveds can find their way Home to me and this time, Stay.

Let no negativity, no fears, no malevolent spiteful envious spirit (alive or discarnate) ever divide us from each other again. So mote it be!

24 June 2016

Let the healing begin!

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9.06 am. Awake after only 3 hours sleep. I had a heavy stress headache and could not sleep even at 6 am so I remembered I had an old Valium in my makeup bag that I take to the casino. So I took it.

Even then it took a long time to pass out. My asthma was bad so I took ventolin and had a strange feeling in my legs and a panicky feeling so thought, fuck it, there is one last Valium in the house. I have yet to fill my meagre script of 10 tablets. Thank god for that one stale Valium. Sleep!!!

So I have let Bobo outside, and grabbed a drink of water and will try to sleep more. After yesterday's trauma I think I need a very quiet day.

I spent last night until 2 am reading my 50-page Complaint to the Health Commission about my former lover's inappropriate merging of boundaries as my treating homeopathic physician and casual sexual partner.

He really was a Narcopath and I was so traumatised and vulnerable after being attacked by the Rosilio Baby and my mother and Buck for 18 months that I refused to accept that David was yet another of Gisela and Buck's henchmen.

It was very cathartic reading it again to see how sweet, loving, forgiving and fucking naïve I was in my early 30's. How I really never had a chance at a normal life and how abusive and manipulative they all were.

20 years later and it is no surprise I am still struggling. I read it out loud and at key points when I saw how isolated and afraid I was, even doubting my own sanity, I cried and cried. Hence the headache.

But it was also illuminating to see, that even though he used to state that I fantasised our love affair, that in actual fact he made most of the demands for sex/or attention then like a spoilt little boy got vicious when I would not play along with his sick games.

Especially in his "Lifeskills" course he petulantly bullied me into attending. Or at Kabbalah class where he tried to humiliate me but it fell flat as the other students and even his best friend, the teacher admired my courage and strength.

The Davidian Reptilian line stops with him. Now he is dead he has no power over me. But it was a good read. Pity the health rights commission let him off with only a grim warning and instructed me that my document would remain a precedent if there was ever another complaint about him. Which of course was enough to put the wind up him but being a master manipulator, none of his other victims had the balls to step forward.

So anyway I sent a copy to my psychiatrist this morning, for my file. It will show him the background to my recent ghostly visitations and also show him I am not psychotically delusional. Lmao!

I also sent him the song/poem that I channeled in the shower on 10th June as that was pretty powerful stuff. Even my doctor is amazed by my recent experiences.

The universe has cauterised any connection to that time period and now I have even been forced by circumstances to revisit that time, I can honestly feel cleansed and clear for whatever comes next. The pain may never quite leave me but memories do fade.

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1.33 pm up and at 'em. Rise and Shine and all that jazz. Beauregard and me are going to the dog park but first I need a cup of tea.

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Beauregard is having the time of his life here at the dog park. He is chasing much larger dogs, feeling at one with the big guys. Lmao!

24 June 2015

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I refuse to be Tamed! I might tone things down a little but Tame me, prepare for a battle to the Death. I am this incarnation for a reason. I love this new Woman incorporating my ancient, wild inner child. Warrior, Lover, Earth Mother, Wise Woman, Dancer, Muse)ch then was awake again from 1 am. I may have shifted my body-clock.

My chest is still a bit renegade but slowly improving.

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1.55 am. I woke up at 1.30 am. I have slept almost constantly since Sunday. The 3 weeks of constant coughing and asthma took its toll.

My beautiful loving friend Lyn brought over bread for me (which I freeze down) and the lovely dinner she cooked that I was meant to partake of at her place but I was too exhausted to get up, showered and make the drive. So she brought the mountain to Muhammad.

We had a lovely chat and at one point I smiled and Lyn said she hadn't seen me smile so radiantly since I was a young woman. We met when I was 23. Pushing prams on a walk around the neighbourhood.

She commented that I am finally coming into balance and have found peace in my own heart. Also that I am important, finding purpose in my life to guide and inspire others, albeit at times, I call down curses on the truly wicked! (Makes me feel that G-d will clean up that intolerable mess. Which, as always, happens in Jewish Mean Time, up to 15 years, or as in Moses' days, an entire generation).

I do love it when I see fast results. It means our hearts and minds are open to G-d and we are heard and supported and Blessed.

Which is why the Yeshiva Deceivers Schmucks finally resigning is proof to me that righteousness and decency is finally prevailing. Amen V' Selah!

24 June 2014

Living in interesting times from anti-aging worms to princess and the pea mattresses. My mind is blown.

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24 June 2013

I will need to find a new Venue after being sexually assaulted on the dancefloor of Irish Murphy's. I complained to security, then to Management. Then I wrote a scathing complaint on their FaceBook page.

I am utterly furious that management and their mates think it's amusing to let female customers be humiliated. Last week I was stomped on by one of their buddies so they had to pull him away from me then again last night's debacle.

I am upset as I liked going there and dancing with the live bands but as they can't keep any control over their patrons I can't put myself at risk again.

Oh and the irony…I was dressed conservatively in a nice skirt and top. Low-heeled boots and had a thick jacket and scarf. Not looking wild or sexy at all as when I wear my corsets.

Just so fucking Disgusted!

24 June 2012

Jarrod and Harvey visited today! Woohoo! We had Pizza and Banana Bread, Tea and Lemonade. A good look at our books from Lifeline and watched my new Dylan Moran DVD! Good Times!

Laila Tov. Good night!

24 June 2011

Tomorrow I'm taking the bus and going to visit Sybil (Courtenay's mum). It's a long bus ride to Victoria Point but I'm looking forward to seeing her. Been a long time since I last visited her.

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Tonight, before Shabbat fell, I raked up the leaves and put them in the compost. My huge compost bin is now full, so I watered the stuff in so it would compact down a bit and start making beautiful stuff for the garden.

I love watching useless dead and dying organic matter turn to compost. Proof that you can make beautiful things grow from the cruddiest of materials. You're looking at me, KID!

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It's almost 2 am, so off to bed, hoping for good news tomorrow.

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24 June 2010

No housework done, but stripped off my bed, and made homemade washing powder, planted the mint Jarrod gave me and did a small amount of weeding. What will it take to motivate me to clean house LOL? Even I'm intrigued by my behaviour.

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