Memories: 24 March 2025

24 March 2025

7:01 am awake and aware. I received some happy news during the night. Recalibrations and restitutions. So my spirit people telling me lately that “all is well” were speaking the truth. I wondered why there was a flurry of spiritual activity and interruptions during my YouTube videos lately. I am glad to get validation that I haven’t gone mad.

I will be paying closer attention to my spirit guides in future. A good healthy trust building exercise. Mama T is improving exponentially, with her extra sensory communications, that come a bit unbidden when she is in the zone, reading stories out loud.

If I am meant to know things I find out eventually. In rather astonishing ways. Giggles.

At least the things that began to go so horribly wrong about 6 months ago are now firmly back on track. So I am both surprised and delighted. My talented friends get to play again at a venue they really love. Woot!

Patience and fortitude is a virtue. Happy for you all! Now my work will be to return my focus to my own small successes, keep building my own beautiful life and make my own self Thrive again.

24 March 2023

Today I was kept busy: doing washing, stripping my bed linen, hanging out washing. Then I cleaned out my tiny laundry which was getting impossible to walk into. It took me several hours to sort everything out.

Then I scrubbed old tools that had gone rusty, then I got my brass tap holders (one is a duck and the other a rabbit) and I spent hours scrubbing those with baking soda to no great effect, so I finally got out the rust converter and hey presto! They came up a treat.

I also cleaned the filter in my fish pond. All day I was in quite a bit of pain in my foot and ankle with the arthritis. Tonight it is extremely painful.

I usually go dancing on Friday nights but I am in too much pain tonight. I missed out on dancing last weekend too.

All good. I will heal…or else get old gracefully and hang up my dancing shoes.

24 March 2020

(Trigger warning for atheists or other non-believers: my usual religious/spiritual ramblings and prayers which are my human expressions of gratitude for surviving this Covid Paradigm and indeed my entire life thus far!)

I was able to buy basic groceries at Aldi! No toilet paper but they had almost everything else I needed. No price gouging like Woolworths either. Plenty of stock! I was even able to buy cat litter. Pity about the loo paper but I can survive even that. (Thanks to Lyn who kept me a supply as long as she could!)

I might be an ornery Berserker Anarchist in a Zombie Apocalypse but My People who Love me make sure I have enough provisions.

Grateful Happy Survivor to Thriver here.

Thank you to the Gods, Angels and Ancestors who Love me for protecting and guiding me and showing me authentic Love in these strange times.

Blessèd Be in all manifestations, dimensions, parallel realities and in this Earth right Now!

24 March 2019

Crashing and burning...bad asthma attack. Oh well. I got through last week’s ordeal so I will get through this one.

24 March 2018

So I had a little mishap as I sat on the grass intending to brush Bobo. He took off and by the time I realised what the trouble was, I was bitten by dozens of tiny angry Berserker ants on my lady bits and thighs.

Fuck my life. Can it get any worse? So now lathered in Calamine lotion pondering my pestilential nemeses with much bemusement. I have rather painfully and intrepidly brushed the dog on my couch and am pleased with the results.

Need to rest a bit for the next adventure in the Livewire Zone. (If my lungs allow it!)

24 March 2016

11.05 pm I am home from a beautiful day with Lyn and Peter. They took me to the Cleveland RSL for dinner and Lyn and I spent quality time in her pergola which she has dedicated as her own sacred space.

Lyn did some energy healing on me which was great. The dogs played together happily. Bobo got a little too much for Puppy so she will enjoy her rest tomorrow!

Lyn and I popped into the witchy shop in Capalaba. They had so much really cool stuff in there. I was pleased to see the new shop. It used to be at Capalaba Park.

24 March 2015

5.29 pm. I woke up about half an hour ago. 9 hours sleep. Not bad. I feel less exuberant and more muted. Probably due to taking 100 mgs of seroquel to knock myself out!

All good. I am sitting on the back steps enjoying watching my hens in the garden. Frieda is broody and depressed since Mischief died. I really need to buy her a Silky friend as Tabitha and Elvira are twice her size and beat her up. She still sleeps in her own coop, alone. It is not good for hens to be alone!

I am eating lactose-free ice cream that Crystal left for me. Still in my nightie and dressing gown. My snooty neighbours are freaking out. I don't care. I do what I want, whatever! That makes them hate me even more.

I raised my family, did the hard yards, and still some people resent my freedom. Motherfuckers! :-)

Nevermind, they have no idea of what I have been through, or where I am still going. All I have is the Now! It's beautiful, being fully alive and present in the present! A gift!

24 March 2014

Home again from Crystal's place. I still have no feeling in my feet. Perhaps I left them in the dancefloor with my shattered heartstrings now being glued and bandaided together for War of the Sexes next week. The eternal Hunt for a real man continues... My personal Holy Grail!

I thought I had a suitor but alas, another midnight walking Dead Stalker. Zombies love me...I used to be one.

So they follow the permeating stench of Death and Formaldehyde, the evermore dying Pheromones and my signature perfume but instead of the Zombie I was, they meet she who is Becoming, increasingly more Awesome, in her final Flush of Zesty Lifeforce before Decrepitude and perhaps also Alzheimers (zere iz a Hiztory, Darlinks) creeps in.

I might be a Time fighter, a Space Captain of my own sinking Titania ship, an oxygen botherer, a vocalised Banshee Berserker, a Light Worker, a storyteller, and The Penultimate Fool, but I rather enjoy it!

This Viking Shield Maiden will Love or Die of Love, on my Feet. Yet to find a Worthy Male Opponent (compadre) to thrust to my parry. Rolls on floor, laughing. Actually I have found several but they are not capable of being with a Woman like me, so I try to go gentle on them.

It's my Life...it's Now or Never!

I read my cards tonight. The prospects for the future promise Love, some Travel and lots of good stuff. We shall see, what will Be. Que sera sera! Selah!

The angels in the crowd go wild and pee their pants while the cherubim fall off their clouds and Great Spirit is Dry, Wry and holding all the Aces as per normal, but I like the occasional pleasant surprise. Yes!

Be'ezrat Hashem! I will flourish! (Whips out the tablecloth in one quick flick, leaving the China tea setting in situ...do not try this at home, Kids!)

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I woke up at 6.30am after only 4 hours sleep. I am exhausted physically but mentally high as a kite. So this last hour I have spent dozing, in and out of sleep. Grrr! I hate when that happens. Should have taken some seroquel at 2 am when I went to bed. Dammit!

I let the girls out to forage so they are quiet but the sounds of a large dog barking and the morning bird chorus is keeping me awake.

I don't want to get up yet as I know my body needs rest even if my brain is "busy". Might as well make a cup of tea and read for a while.

24 March 2011

Lyn: Are Fridays good days for singing the song "Stormy Weather" whilst battling gale-force winds and dodging lightning strikes? :)

Me: Any day there's a storm is a good day for singing "Stormy Weather". I love storms. I usually go driving in them. Since my car got unreliably dodgy, I don't go out in storms anymore. My lovers used to rub their hands together when the weather turned nasty, ‘cos it used to bring my most primal behaviours out LOL.

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