Memories: 28 October 2025

28 October 2025

8:47 am awoken to rainnn….oh my goddess…so marvellous! And it’s cooler. A welcome relief after yesterday’s death trap heatwave.

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I bought two more bobbins today. Ready to learn how to ply my spun wool. Woot!!! Another step on the journey to Discovery. #singledrivebobbins #ashfordspinningwheel #lazykate #success #creativity #textiles #homesteading #learningnewskills #gratitudetomybenefactorswhogiftedmethisbeautifulwheelandlazykateandtheoriginalbobbins

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11:11pm Make a Wish my Darlings! Manifest your highest ideals, create your greatest magic. Love!

28 October 2024

7.55 am I woke up at 6:30 am. Still lying in bed. I woke up a few times during my 6 hours of attempted somnalence. I worked hard yesterday, decorating for Halloween plus still in recovery from my weekly dance. Where is all this supercharging energy coming from? I don’t know, but it feels good so I am going with the flow.

I hope I don’t crash and burn as Jarrod is coming to hang out with me tomorrow. Then Halloween on Thursday evening. I will have to bank some energy levels in between. Awesome!

28 October 2023

https://youtu.be/gdeYzaTZsOA?si=S4oFWkMy3WujGh59

My government has slowly murdered me with the Johnson and Johnson tvt tape since 30 October 2007 (happy almost-anniversary to the bitch that did not give me full medical knowledge of the tvt tape so denied me proper “consent” who now drives around in a Lexus or the equivalent, built by the death dealing disease she afflicted thousands with).

For which I am only now being offered a paltry $4K which will barely cover even a most basic funeral. So then, when those dirty evil Cunts wanted to afflict me with “safe and effective” genetic altering shit…I said no. Thank god I did!

I might be struggling with my first bout of Covid (Day 7) but I will have natural immunity and if I can survive my mutilated degraded toxic bladder, thanks to that tvt tape (mesh) a few more years, then I can survive the Covid infiltration/infestation as well.

My government…all the governments on our planet have a lot to answer for. You owe me millions. You owe the families who have lost their loved ones due to this utter anti humanistic DISGRACE….millions!

What will we get? Only our eventual deaths which even then you will flog us for, because of your perverted perpetrated EVIL. Rot in hell Cunts!

Oh and they dragged out the court case 8 years knowing that many of my fellow claimants would now be dead. Also the absolute extortion on the part of Shine lawyers which I saw through from the very beginning: another vindication but these newly appointed administrators will want their pounds of flesh too.

The funds will Whittle away and we women will all die and the government will eat our bones and flesh and hair and when oh when WILL we have the much needed REVOLUTION/EVOLUTION or even basic Justice?!

I will haunt your days and nights. I will Stink up your every dream. You shall know no happiness or peace UNTIL YOU HAVE DONE RIGHT BY NOT JUST ME…BUT ALL OTHER VICTIMS AND SURVIVORS OF YOUR SYSTEMIC ABUSES.

When you took my dog (AWL) in that ignoble dishonouring way, you took too much…but this war is just beginning to warm up. When the humans finally awaken from their brainwashed incoherent pissweak mass formationed zombified complicity/docility after shedding their own body parts in atrophy…they will want their babies back, their men back, their women back and this government…all governments will fucking implode on its own lies and greed and corruption and deception.

And you bastards will never wash yourselves clean. Not one of you who colluded in this. Why, I can smell you from here! Your internal rot. Cowards and fanny dragging scum suckers. You brought nothing but Death to our planet and death is all you shall merit.

Hide in your bunker Palasckuk (even the Whore of Babylon is impressed by you and the rest of your vermin) sooner or later you are going to have to pop up. You killed us all. But we women, and the gods/angels and the demons created by your own greed and darkness will bay for your blood also. We will drink deep. Watch it seep into the cesspits of hell from whence you manufactured it. And we will dance on your verminous faces. To the tenth generation. And beyond.

You need to accept responsibility for your actions (aktions) and recalibrate and rectify this situation NOW. Before it’s all too late…and we were left too late already with your 2020 genocide. Dogs!

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The journalists betrayed us, the politicians betrayed us. The histrionic shilling sadistic filthy masturbating salivating celebrities are the WORST as they SPREAD this Covidiocy to their gullible trusting fans like the most profound contagion. Which paid for their luxury on the bones of our own babies…

I can only watch and wait as their multiple boosters slowly pick those evil dogs off one by one.

But what of the innocent fans who were tricked into actually believing this was going to be good for their health.

No one dares think of them. Or their progeny!

Ultimately now I have been betrayed by the last of my core family. Left to die alone for fighting against this evil from the very beginning.

And if that is the calibre of their hearts and minds and mother hydra’s Infested brains then …I have to accept this and be okay with it.

True friends don’t abandon you. Not when you are dying, vulnerable and ill. So there is that!

Death is after all the greatest equaliser. And after every storm/war/ghastly horror/plague there is always always always a RENAISSANCE.

And I know who I want beside me when we begin a fresh new joyous peaceful decent honourable Beautiful beautiful (did I MENTION BEAUTIFUL????!!!!!) LIFE…and it won’t be the treacherous lowlife scum dogs that left me to die alone.

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I am so grateful for this Covid infestation. It has purged some very ugly darkness out of me. It has taught me that I am powerful and a powerful manifestor. It has shown me what is most valuable, precious and delightful in my world. Truth. Love. Integrity.

It rode in when my immune defenses were already brittle. But I fought it off with guts/glory and metal mettle (even making my beautiful ring while unwittingly incubating it for three days), fiercely enervated and triumphant. Success…gifted by the gods.

My lungs are still a bit feathery but Mama T will do what she always does, when dancing intimately with her longest most devoted friend Death…pirouette her back to the void and burn down the dross and dreck and begin again: a new Phoenixian version.

Magick. Re-imagining. Empowerment and a little bit of humility and grace. Blessèd Be the Holy One in alll manifestations. Amen

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https://youtu.be/pCVLBGucjrQ?si=ov-DGFGyQ2AndabY

28 October 2022

Gratitude to Margot Anderson and myself and our ancient Ancestors for this abundance of offerings which will be gifted to the children on All Hallows’ Eve (in synchronous accordance with our northern hemisphere brethren and ancestors) because in reality it’s Beltane here in Australia.

But oh my, I am looking forward to honouring our ancestors and of course lollies, chocolate and convivial camaraderie and the delight of small children as I too shall one day be an Ancestor, if only in fond memories only as I have no grandchildren of my own to carry forth our noble ancient timely traditions.

Tradition…tradition. Living my life in grace surrounded by happy spiritually enervated blessèd faces. Shall my legacy in the Eternal Now.

28 October 2021

I had a beautiful day today. Lots of affection from Charley and Beauregard. A lovely visit with Lyn.

Now this evening (9:46 pm) a delicious electrical storm which is the perfect end to a very hot and humid day.

28 October 2020

Listening to more thunder rolling in... glorious! The air is cool and fresh. I feel happy :-)

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Another big storm is incoming! My energies are “High”. Woohooo. Welcome to more rain. I need to get quotes on Tuesday for a new lawnmowing personage. Hopefully someone who is not a disgusting creep.

I wish I enough money to buy my own ride on mower as I am sick to the back teeth of Abusers. Ahh well...manifest Tanya...manifest. A ride on would be expensive to repair also. But I guess I need to focus on what I most need. Basic respect and Independance.

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Haha Pre-poll Voting was a crack up. My local Labor MP Joe Kelly “fist pumped” me because of Covid. I thanked him for his support with that foul letter the other day. He says he gets lots of complaints from that office. I nodded. Not surprising.

Then I joked with the next volunteer that I needed extra hand sanitiser as I had just touched a politician! 😉.

Some elderly Labor Volunteer man had cheerfully asked me to follow him. I said “Is that a leading question?!” He apologised immediately. I said “it’s ok I am infamous for my sarcasm and quick repartée, why I oughta...be a Politician (except there would be true Anarchy and Chaos!)”

The greens volunteer and I laughed. He replied “Oh I thought that was very good!” I voted while complaining about the murder of trees unnecessarily as the postal ballot papers were very late...mine arrived yesterday!

Then on the way out the elderly volunteer put out his elbow (as though to lead me in a dance!) and asked me to follow him again. With a delightful mischievous glint in his eye! I said I was happy to follow him once again. If only because I was leaving in that general Direction. So he danced along the path in front of me and I merrily danced after him!

What fun! One simply cannot take things too seriously. Hilarious!

28 October 2019

Yesterday I sat on the ground and absorbed the lovely energies of the drumming. I was again tested as my former love interest was there with his entourage. I had only my Bobo for emotional assistance.

But I held my sacred ground and divine femininity. I prayed to all the gods to protect me and defend me from evil. The evil that has my animals dying off and a former lover flocking to flaunt his trophies as he has always done.

So what is the universe teaching me? I believe it is about owning my own power and not allowing former cruel vapid abusers to crush me as they have in the past.

It was rather interesting when Richard smudged me and whispered his words of welcome that I nodded in thanks only to glance up and see that dreadlocked lover man of yore nod back at me. So it bemused me that he was watching my interactions in the circle!

We maintained an uneasy peace but it was a bit funny (again!) when Simon approached me at the beginning and remembering him from last time, I quipped “I am NOT going to Primal Scream today either!!!”

To which he glibly retorted “Oh I wish you would!” We both giggled at each other. Perverts with schadenfreude in abundance. Lmao.

Mama T might have to find a secluded spot somewhere and get naked and have a good Banshee shriek like she did in 1996 but that ended up with me getting arrested and taken into the ignoble poor excuse of a hospital that is the Princess Alexandra and almost mandated to have involuntary rest of three days (but I was breaking down after threats by a paedophile and in the middle of moving house).

I had a cat (my beautiful Taly) locked in the unit as my bitch of a mother took the younger cat and the children, but left Taly to an uncertain fate.

I did not have the luxury of a nervous breakdown then coming home to a dead cat so I begged the Resident psychiatrist (for four fucking hours of interviewing!) to let me get on with the move back into my mother’s home (an epic fucking mistake which I already knew it would be but I was then homeless!)

The psych nurse, a lovely mad Irishman confirmed my suspicions that my mother was ringing the hospital to slander me and commit me. A tad unprofessional but I tricked him when I grilled him as to why he was leaving to accept so many phone calls and “was it a blonde woman with glasses and a German accent telling him I am insane?”

He quipped, the dear one, “well I can’t see her hair or glasses down the fecking phone but ahhh.....yes she does have a German accent!”

I replied “The evil cunt, so you see it is a set up! This is what I am moving back in with, so my children will not be homeless or I lose them!”

The medical personnel concurred! Then when he saw me off in a taxi he begged me to run away to Sydney with him. To start a complete new life. I was sorely tempted.

But instead I delivered him a lecture on abandoning his partner and their new baby and insisted he make it up with her as fuck, any woman with a newborn with possible Post natal depression is a drooling mess by the time her psych nurse husband comes home, himself exhausted from dealing with other drooling messes.

I told him to man up and own his shit. So he did a little Irish jig and waved me off in my taxi to my decades of impending doom. Being a responsible adult fucking sucks epic hairy balls sometimes.

I had never felt like the world around me had gone quite so mad and surrealist as that night and I was the one who was deemed “mad” for howling like a wounded animal (which of course I was!). Wounded and animal. Always have been. Authentic. Loving and true to myself and my G-d/gods.

So now I must sit and watch the watchers smugly wish for me to decompensate.

But I am older, wiser and have 20 years of therapy under my belt.

“Excuse me while I scream!”

But as much as the haters or rather regretful former lovers feel they must “stalk” me ...I was gifted with love too. Richard with his smudging and warm welcomes. Belinda with the gift of the drum and her warm welcome and another woman who came up to say hello as we had met at another drumming circle.

Take that Wiglet!!! I have people and animals that love me and if not love me, honour me.

Even in the worst of times when I was quite alone and utterly desolate I had Spirits who fought hard for me. Calling my beloved brave Julie as she was the only one who could “hear” them to call me back into this reality from the Shadowland of Death.

So even my beloved Dave now knows.. no one but no one ever fucks with The Tanya. The Fuckery was enough for several Lifetimes.

I am recalibrating my life yet again. It is deeply painful and strangely beautiful and yes, fascinating to the one I loved (maybe still do Love!) with all my heart.

I know the gods and spirits will not permit me a life partner as there has been a long history of abuse/sabotage/cruelty and my mind and heart cannot sustain any further abuse. So I am protected and loved by an almighty power that is uncontainable and limitless and fierce and so beautiful. So strong and so very beautiful.

I have lost my humanness. I am both powerful and vulnerable. I am... no idea. Just a little bit pathetic I suppose. But I know this much. The love I hold inside my being that some man thinks should be let out as a Primal scream ...Is Eternal.

It is a gift from the gods. It is as awe-some as plutonium mixed with uranium. It is the creation of a little girl rebuilding her own world. From Ground zero to Infinity and back again. No wonder mere male mortals fear me.

But I am loved. Regardless. 🙂

I do wish that I could dance at the drumming circles though. I enjoy the energies and wish I could shift it through my meridians. Instead the ground absorbs my emotions and intentions. Also little Bobo with his characteristic little temper tantrums. He is so like his Mama.

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“I’m not waving, I am drowning”....

Ahhh my friend...vive la difference between the poet and the pragmatist. Laughs so hard, I fall off my perch into the bird poop. Muffle muffle…shit up to my neck and rising...but wait....I will turn it into spiritual gold and we shall rejoice in it!

Morris Morris...have you a nice comfortable padded room Somewhere, with lots of chocolate and sound proofing for a psychedelic dreamer to fucking primal Scream into?

Hahaha.

Omg I just realised my last shriek was at the hospital team at the PAH but they fucking deserved it and it was a Cause Célèbre.

I will save my screaming for some filthy ignoble cuntish cunt that deserves it. Why waste all that pristine goddess energy on nothing!

Actually I choose to be happy. That is the penultimate Revenge and let’s face it, it was decades in the making.

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Sophie is a little better. How do I know? She is back to her default state of Avoidance and no longer accepting my cuddles or attention.

To be honest she is the weirdest pussy cat I have ever had but she is a free spirit with attitude and I am glad she is holding onto her life, if only because my Crystal was so determined that we keep her precious as long as possible!

Yes. Crystal’s strength got Sophie through. This time.

There was not so much love and compassion when I had surgery. But the cat needed that immense love and the universe spins on a dime and I am well...grateful and perplexed.

28 October 2018

I need to go to the Mikveh and cleanse myself (once again!) of decades of absolute filth. The first and last time I went to the mikveh at Greenslopes shule was to cleanse my body and soul of the filth of David Davidson.

It was a rather healing experience. I was given permission (as I am a Reform Jew!) by Rabbi J. who had been kind and supportive of me.

Little did I know that my much beloved Reform rabbi would throw an almighty tantrum and attack both myself and Rabbi Jaffe for my rebellious but brave act of purification.

Such is the path of a Wild Woman/Wise Woman. Men, albeit devout men will fucking fight for ownership of my body/mind/Soul.

Well, (giggles!) my Neshamah belongs to no man woman or child but G-D (ALL THAT IS/WAS/OR EVER SHALL BE.

All the hatred, vilification, envy and spite I received over many decades shall fall into the dust.

I can wash and cleanse and purge and resurge again. That is the Way of The Tanya. Kicking the shit stains into the cess pool where they belong.

I was deemed crazy and scapegoated, betrayed, sullied and strangled. But all along (even I had not realised the enormity if it...) I was right. G-d really was on my side and protected and guided me out of the horror and trauma into the bright light of awareness. Awake in the Dream. Alone but gathering my warriors beside me. Pure.

I am glad. Glad of those who stood beside me and never gave up on me, not even on 22 August 2015 when I gave up on myself. I was kept alive for the awakening of all around me to finally see the Truth and take action.

Time to go to Byron Bay and float in the sea and let my Neshamah sing her signature song to the Holy One.

I matter. You do too. My fellow warriors of spirit and fellow survivors. We are heard. Our prayers did not fail us.

Miraculous times.

28 October 2017

Home from dancing. I was harassed all night by one of my most inveterate and despicable stalkers until finally I lost my temper at 3 am and the security guard on the floor threw the creepy guy out. (He got thrown out last weekend for hassling me).

The guard on the floor told me he only just saw it. I said “Mate he has been harassing me all night but it’s ok I will leave. I am just really upset and angry now”.

The guard said “No they will kick him out”.

Finally! I am finally being a bit protected but after patiently ignoring creepy guy all night I am mentally exhausted.

I need to take a break. It is too bloody stressful.

Karen and I managed to still have fun, in spite of the stalker guy.

Nigel had read my I Ching earlier in the evening which warned me of danger and advised me to persevere and hold my temper. Jesus I do that every weekend when I go out. It is no easy feat either. But I am glad of the forewarning as he was correct and things played out exactly like that.

On a positive note, one of my long time male friends asked for my phone number. I joked with him that I had given him my number years ago. He quipped back that I wouldn’t mind giving it to him again.

So I did. He probably wants to go to the movies or the art gallery with me sometime. I honestly doubt he will ring me. He never followed through in the past lmao. Still I consider him a friend so we shall see.

In the evening I had a very bizarre encounter with a Christian woman who asked me to stay with her as she was fighting with her ex and as he drove away she was on the phone to the police (true to form they never showed up which reminded of my own traumatic history with Terry Rosilio and later David Davidson.). Evil bastards, all of them Peh Peh Peh.

Anyway she begged me to wait so we waited on the footpath and chatted. She was quite traumatised and was grateful I waited with her. But things got weird when she told me she had the urge to bless me and fell to my feet speaking in tongues. Gevalt!

I did not know how to resolve that so I stroked her hair and mentally said the Shema as she needs blessing far more than I do, as she is where I was at the very same age.

She told me some very strange and profound things.

1) I am like an eagle soaring in the wind, wild and free

2) she saw me having or being like a leaf that is infused with oxygen flowing through its veins.

3) when I mentioned I had lost my adult children as they had witnessed too many attacks on me and have their own trauma issues as a result she said “no, think of Ezekiel’s dry bones. They will revive and flourish again”.

My blood ran cold. I got chills. Hope (that wicked lying beast I keep so close to my chest) squirmed like a nascent erection on a teenage boy.

I had to beat it down inside me as Reality Check…my kids fucking disrespect and hate me so no Christian Prophetess/Warrior/channeller can tell me different. She looked at me in surprise. “I don’t even know that bible story”.

I told her I did…from long long ago as a child when briefly I was a Christian and what she was saying made sense and I started singing the old Sunday school song “Dem bones are connected...now hear the word of the lord” to her and she joined in. “Now I remember” she said.

I laughed! I said I rebuke Christianity but not good and true Christians (or any humans!) with pure love in their hearts like yours. She was delighted.

When I eventually let her pray over/for me and when I heard her words, more chills came to me. She begged G-d to let me have a beautiful peaceful life and that G-d had implanted me in the womb and enriched the umbilical cord for a purpose and He must gift me that purpose.

I started to cry thinking about growing inside the womb of Gisela who tried to abort me but failed and who hated me and viciously sold me out from very early childhood but who professed (false) love for me but only used/manipulated/betrayed/and attempted (rather successfully I might add) to destroy most of my relationships. Even after her death she was still viciously punishing me and I had to fight long and hard.

But Diana fell to the ground, raving gibberishly in what sounded a bit like Aramaic so I stood patiently, patting her head and praying her enraptured state would end soon.

Interestingly she prayed that I no longer needed to see my psychiatrist (that time is coming, I already feel it) as I will be healed. Hmmm. Time will tell. That my relationship with my children is revived. That all the demonic past that has held me back be removed from me (Amen V’ Selah to that).

When she stood up she was shaking and threw her arms around me suddenly so Charlie bit her (naturally) and she freaked out she would get a disease from the bite.

I ensured her she would be fine but to release my energy (grief/trauma/negativity etc) by washing her hands. She did not want to wash my energy off by washing so I told her it was a hygiene issue.

Sweet woman. Sincere. G-d’s Chosen. Like me. Terrifying. Awesome. No accidents in the universe. It was a very strange encounter, but pivotal. Poignant and intense.

So yesterday was very spiritual and powerful. Now I must sleep and continue to pray for a better life, free of abuse/ suicidal ideation/ stalkers. A peaceful and Loving Life. Free. Joyous. Protected. Loved. Perhaps even prosperous.

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Tonight I am grateful for my cousin Megan and for Karen and for Jarrod. Thanks for the loyalty and the love. Blessed to have you in my life x

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Agony. Bone in jaw feels like it is protruding. I have rinsed mouth twice with coconut oil for 30 minutes as it is anti-inflammatory. Looks like I will be back at QE2 dentist if I can get an appointment on Monday. Fuck!

Oh well that will explain the headache. Infection brewing.

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JP Sears video:

I couldn’t resist. I sent this link to my former lover. It just screams of a certain “je ne sais quoi” which titillated my sense of the absurd and the obscure in a far out way, man!

Also I love JP Sears. He is my kind of Insane! Also adorable.

I hear Jarrod screaming “omgggg it’s the wig! Also a Blood nut”. I know right. My favourite fetish! Big hair, red hair, crazy attitude. I will never change. Lmao!

There is a regular guy who comes to the casino Live wire Bar who actually dances like this! Hahaha. I am dying.

His dance is infinitely more feminine and graceful than my tribal Berserker swaying Stomp.

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4 hours sleep. Teeth hurt. Up and at ‘em.

Gorgeous day. First day of my new life. Post traumatic growth. Breathe Tanya, you got this!

28 October 2016

Fascinating. I got a lot of peace by finding out about my Phillips ancestors when I did some genealogy. I realised I had inherited several generations of trauma. On all sides of my family tree.

In addition I had worked hard to 'heal' my mother in her last 18 months of life. But the ruthless greedy betrayal of both her and her conman husband, with that heinous will hurt me so greatly and forced me to fight for the relatively small amount of money. The will dispute was ugly, dehumanising and I was frequently suicidal.

It culminated in a nice car and new teeth instead of the family home. Now I live in poverty for the rest of my life. Another thing I have had to make peace with. But I have lived in poverty now for 22 years. It is not new. Just grinding, hopeless and soul-destroying.

But Spirit has other plans for me. I don't know what they are but their little cosmic jokes and butt-kicks and snippets of songs like this morning are often humorous and give me reason to believe that there is a bigger picture and I am being given the puzzle pieces. But at times I am so tired and so sick and I just want peace and oblivion. All I wanted out of life was to be loved. Nurtured. Cared about. Seen. Valued.

A few rare individuals have gifted me with that. You know who you are. But a real partnership still eludes me.

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This morning, in the twilight realm between waking and sleeping I heard the Blondie lyrics. "Call me, call me any time you like but call me!"

I was like, oh hell. I am not calling my beloved. He can wait. I need to stay strong and move past this crazy love. I am done being treated like some kind of idiot.

It is quite amazing how spirit is pushing this connection so very hard. I mean, really. As if I haven't pushed enough on my own. It has become undignified by my own standards. Fuck that shit! Not literally.

My shrink told me at my Wednesday debrief that I have come a long way in the past 6 months. That I am very strong and a fierce warrior of Life.

‘Tis true. But I am also weak when it comes to the men I love. Vulnerable. Utterly useless. All I want is a great love. Someone who sees me and loves me and is kind and affectionate. But I get these tormenting teasing selfish bastards. Over and over again.

So no. I will not call him. Even if spirit thinks I should. He has never actually called me. Time to sit back, watch my personal hellian try to work out what I am doing and let him step up to the plate for a change.

I have yet another chest infection. Too old and too tired and too pissed off with the epic bullshit to put myself through any more 3 ring circuses for a man who dreams of running my show but doesn't know a dark clown and a Ring mistress when he sees one.

28 October 2015

Today I released two long-time binds. A shul and a man. Time to take a drive to Byron Bay for a soul cleanse and a body surf. To celebrate my freedom and recalibrate my happiness.

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2.06 pm finally awake. I slept from 2 am. 12 hours. I got up at 7 am to let hens out. Woke up at 11.11am then again at 1.01 pm. Now time to get up, eat something and get on with my day/night. Really thirsty too.

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I have been awake for 27 minutes. In that time I have set myself free from another avenue of pain. This year has been fraught but has brought much clearing of negativity. It feels good to remove myself from it. I have been triggered enough. No more bullshit!

Now my next goal is writing my book. Time to leave behind a record of all my experiences, so that I can shed that like an old skin and step into my new garment of light, love, peace and happiness.

If it never happens there will always be my Facebook ramblings, up in the ether for eternity. What wonderment to think that parts of my expressed consciousness will never die!

The true miracle of our times -interconnection.

Dandelion DB: Please write a book. I will be the first person to buy it.

Terina Edwards: Please do and include a chapter on what you did to overcome everything. You'll be an inspiration to others!

Me: I did nothing to overcome, except kick and scream and continue to live! :-)

Louise Winton: Good you kicked and screamed and continued to live and didn't let them beat you - so you won and therefore did overcome and Terina is right you are an inspiration to others. So you must write your book and then you may or may not know who it would help XXX

28 October 2014

I had a nice day. Woke up at 2.30 pm. Had a shower then hit the ground running. Lovely long chats on the phone to Lyn then Heather but lots of distressing news.

Then just as I was about to go grocery shopping (sitting in my car!) Gail and Tayhlia arrived. So back inside we went for a drink and a chat.

Then I went to Coles and overspent! Oh dear! I know I am not travelling well when I blow my budget. But hey! I have Ice cream and Jack Daniels Ahem! :-). My inner child went shopping...that is all I have to say about that!

Then Crystal arrived at 10.30 pm to take my car.

Tomorrow I have my 3-weekly debrief so she will pick me up at 3.30 pm. Drive to Paddington for her teaching and let me have the car to take home!

28 October 2013

Another shaky week. Jarrod's mother has been in a car accident but going home from hospital tomorrow. Thank G-d!

Gail's daughter, Lucy and baby Rider are officially missing.

Another new friend who has a severe mental illness dumped on me. I had to tell her to see her Doctor tomorrow for meds, as she is untreated.

My bloody dry socket still hurts tonight.

I just feel like this year has been another emotional nightmare and I wish I lived on Acreage or in a desert so I could go outside and scream and scream.

Instead I will go to bed early. 2.35 am. Lol. Tomorrow is another day.

Please G-d, keep the Angel of Death and Insanity from my Door. Enough Already.

28 October 2011

Huge disappointment tonight! Guess there's always next week. Grrrrrrr! I looked lovely too.

28 October 2009

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