Memories: 3 November 2025

3 November 2025

10:28 am Hmm. Not too shabby. Time to get up and greet the day.

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Mama T took herself Out. Las Dias Del Muertos! Si senora! I had to!

Update 11:44 pm: home from a beautiful night, dancing with Isa (from Bogata, Columbia) and her son and his girlfriend Karolina and their other friends. They were so welcoming and gorgeous to me. I lit up like a diamond with great fervour and passion. Isa returns to Columbia on Sunday. We had such fun dancing!

I pray the ancestors are happy with our celebrations of them! It was fabulous! 🙂

3 November 2024

https://youtu.be/HPZlDP81nO0 “The Snake is STILL here!”

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3 November 2023

9.04 am Awake. I was very sick last night. I had a bad coughing fit. I went to bed, feeling very dizzy and weak. I had upset myself over a new flame that blew into my life on 21st October (via the internet…so probably just another trickster) then blew out by 1st November. 10 days of seduction lol. It’s the longest love interest I have had in 13 years!

So I will view it as a test by the gods to see if I am ready to allow a man into my life. Maybe next time the man will be authentic and want to date me before getting all weird on me.

This one blew in when I came down with my first bout of Covid so was literallly fighting for my breath. Men seem to only choose me when I am death spiralling or vulnerable, then as I regain my strength and balance, ditch me for easier pickings. Lol. It is what it is.

I am gonna be okay. The disappointment that I had somehow drawn in another “fantasy” man that was enthusiastic but ultimately disingenuous really knocked me off my perch yesterday. So that tells me that I do want a partner…but he has to be genuine. Oh well, maybe in the next dimension. I can’t seem to find real love in this one.

And I did not seek this one out. As usual they come to me…to feed off my life force like vermin. Then freak out when they realise how powerful I am (even with Covid!) so they run away with their tails between their legs.

This one told me he is strong. Oh dear! I will bless him..let go let god. I don’t have time for time wasters.

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11:47 pm Oneg Shabbat! With Alter Egos and Brooklyn Standard. L’chaim…with my sweet lovin ’ southern Gentleman as always…Jack Daniels. Solid!

3 November 2022

I think it’s time I started drinking coffee again and posting the patterns that the coffee grounds make in the cup. It was fun having all my magical friends interpreting the meanings.

Shall we do this again?

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11:11 am. Hold onto your Wollene gutkes kinderlach…It’s gonna be a bumpy ride! 🙂. But don’t worry! The benevolent Angels have our back. Those who honour their gods and our Earth.

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Today one of my beautiful earth angels arrived and gifted me food. Beautiful steaks and other goodies. Thank you my darling. I am grateful for your blessings and generousity in these scary times. Much love always!

3 November 2021

Put on a happy face...but only if you truly feel it!

3 November 2020

I had a lovely day with Lyn and Peter today. Beauregard was so happy to be on their acreage he screamed for joy!

I went to Golden Circle to buy food. Lyn looked after Bobo who is not used to being baby sat. Then we spent the rest of afternoon and evening chatting. I got to see Danni, Tracey and Aaliyah. It was wonderful.

3 November 2019

2:34 am. Home from a good night dancing. I am unfurling my muscles and throbbing feet bonezzzzz in the bath. As hot as I can stand, with Epsom salt to purify my spirit as well as take the sting out of my aching Hobbit body. I feel mentally clear after the dancing but I may not be able to walk later today.

I had a lovely time though. I must buy some more fans as I had to borrow Karen’s one as I got overheated very quickly. My infamous little spot is a very hot spot. Oh well.

Laila tov (good night). Time to sleep.

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5 am. Woke up from a light doze. I hurt my neck from moshing to Zombie last night. It was worth it. I am no longer a Zombie but my body must celebrate the revivification.

However, I am exhausted and need to sleep!

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Last night at the Livewire Bar some woman was observing me while I danced merrily in my spot. I smiled at her and admired the two gorgeous ostrich feathers she was holding: one red, one purple. I was going to say something to her as I have always loved Ostrich feathers. My mother always had them in a vase in our home.

I figure the woman had been to a costume party for Halloween or La Dias del Muertos (a day late!) as there were a few people dressed up in sugar skull makeup with flowers in their hair which I thought was lovely.

She stared at me, a bit drunkenly then disappeared. I kept dancing then noticed she had dropped the beautiful purple feather. It lay on the floor beside me and a group of Thai women were dancing nearby and I feared that gorgeous feather being trampled.

I considered picking it up and keeping it but knew that would be wrong so I waited until the young Thai girl had moved away slightly and walked over and picked it up.

I ran it through my fingers. The texture of the Ostrich feather is so opulent and delightful. I looked into the crowd behind the tables and espied a young woman holding similar purple ostrich feathers.

So I marched across the dance floor, (while running the feather through my hands enjoying the sensation and luxury of it). Some drunk men that had been gawping at me for a long while, made loud utterances of appreciation and lust. Ughhh. Putrid.

I completely ignored their guttural proclamations and walked up to the owner of the feathers. I said “This must belong to you. It was left on the floor. I thought I would give it back to you as these are hellishly expensive and you don’t want to lose them!”

The woman thanked me, looking a tad startled. I patted her and her friend on the arm then marched back to my spot and resumed dancing.

I chided myself on my decency and honesty. It really was a lovely feather. They were drunk and probably would not have even missed it. But karma is karma. I can always buy my own ostrich feather one day. I wonder where she purchased it?

But I could not stand it lying on the floor, lost and abandoned and almost trodden on by dancers. It had a life and an energy of its own. One of my little Angelic tests on my integrity. I am far too generous. Lmao.

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I slept most of the day which is wonderful. I wore myself out stomping and jive-turkeying my usual daemons, then was so enervated I could not sleep. But I got there in the end.

It is now 2:47 pm and I am awaiting the imminent arrival of Jarrod. Fortunately for Jarrod..I feel much calmer and peaceful. Less, well, electric which was a crackly weird mood sensation. But I channeled that extreme energy into all sorts of things, from making Halloween interesting for small children (all complete strangers who will probably “never forget me”. Ooops!) - To banging my drum and singing weird tuneless Berserker love ditties. Yes. It’s been a weird week.

I have made my milk offerings to the spirits that LOVE me each morning and I do feel a shift in perspective and imagine a sense of gratitude from my rented garden space that I call Sacred Space that they are happy I am at last acknowledging them and willing to communicate with them.

I wish certain humans would do as well but then...pffft I am not responsible for their stalking, or pathetic cruel “tricks” or other general inadequacies.

I have only my Self and my home and garden and animals to protect and keep healthy as much as the gods and our own innate Life-force and willpower will allow. It’s been a bit of a battle of energy and mind but here I am...getting there.

I am suffused with a big big love and I know it was not completely wasted. I shall witness the harvest of big luscious love blossoms and other assorted fruits in due course. (Psy sighs...probably in the next incarnation). But all good.

All has its own time and space and consciousness. It is coming. (Whatever “It” is...hopefully not a malignant trickster vicious fucking Clown as I have had one too many of those!!!)

I will sit in my garden, breathing light and joy and wait...perfect alignment and magic happens.

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I had a beautiful afternoon with Jarrod. We got inspired to make a wand from the elderberry tree wood that had died. Elder is sacred to the faeries.

I had cherished the wood for several months and randomly pointed it out to Jarrod that we should really do something with the dead wood. He immediately set about choosing a straight piece and sawing it then sanding off the outside bark.

The result was quite delightful. He oiled the wood with some coconut and citronella oil I had for lamps. Then put red leather on the end, then wrapped gold wire around it.

Tomorrow I have to drill a hole in an eagle brooch and a shell to attach to a turkey feather to decorate the wand. Also glue on the quartz crystal point.

It has a decidedly masculine energy unlike my other two wands. It will be interesting to utilise.

We noticed various little faces in the wood. Some looked like birds and others like wings.

I feel very excited about all this beauty and magic surrounding me.

3 November 2018

3 November 2017

Awake and living la vida loca!

I had a good sleep. Endep knocked me out . Only got up once during the night. Pain less intense but I haven’t eaten yet.

It’s a beautiful morning. I have hung out washing. More rest needed. Jaw starting to ache more as I write. Dammit. But this shall pass.

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Hot as hades in my house. The pain has migrated from tmj to my top right back molar. This is getting crazy. But I have not taken pain relief since 3 pm so that is a good sign. I am coping better with the constant drilling/grinding sensation.

I have just devoured some custard with morello cherries. (probably grown somewhere near Chernobyl then I have the chutzpah to wonder why my mouth and teeth are imploding? All that radiation, n’est-ce pas?) But some vitamin c might aid in the healing process and I craved something sweet all day. All fucking day!

I am also making chips in the dry fryer. Mmmm. So that will fill my burgeoning guts and give me something to sleep on.

Life is good. Food is life. Sugar is the food of the devil but I am addicted to it. Sugar/life and all its Spicey vices. Oxygen. Love. Not too much or too little. I intend to thrive before I dive. Lmao!

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I have finally had to resort to taking an Endone and panadol osteo. I held out until 3 pm. The pain has gotten pretty bad but I was pleased to have a day without many drugs. It seems the Endep was useful after all. See how I go tomorrow. I hope I start improving soon. At the moment Someone is playing Chopsticks on my back teeth and tmj and jaw with a hammer.

Not cool, Someone, not cool. If this is 5D ascension stuff You can take it away! This shit is not making me a better person! Pain is not my fetish! I do not choose to take it for the team! Hahaha!

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3 November 2016

I just ate 3 hard-boiled eggs. My nutty dog took the empty shells from my plate on the table and ate one. It is insane. He will throw up eggshells again. I guess it is calcium.

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4 November 2014

Remember when the final moment comes and you are ready to spit on or piss on or cry with love at my grave...the 3 David's finally broke me. It took a great deal to do it but eventually they succeeded. The great irony is all I did was love my abusers. Love. Love. And Love more.

Love the loveless and love the lost and love the killers and love the liars. Love the empty vessels and the scorned and the betrayed, love the ones that rose you up and threw you in the air with your silk skirt billowing. How you laughed that day!

Love the ones you nursed for 5 days while they were blind so they could betray you and dirty your good name, love the other one you literally dragged out of the gutter 5 times, drove home and put to bed, love the men who fucked you and love the women ashamed of you because you were not like them: cowards.

Love the sisterhood who loved you even when you had nothing more to give and your love was dried spittle on your cracked dry lips. Love the Blood that runs in your veins even as it turned cold with fear and loathing for that same blood once churned hot and gelatinous with Desire.

Love the love you never got and Love the love you get in abundance and Love the almighty Love of all Loves that watches and waits in the Supernal realms. And Laugh in the face of Love. Love the men and women who will love without you. Love the memory, love the unknown future, and love the present. (Burps!)

Love the beauty of the true lovers of Life. Love the Wise Ones, Love the Fools. Love the Elements, love the animals, love yourself and let me, hold on long enough…to Love me enough.

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My little rooster boychik just crowed. He didn't make a sound even when I cried and screamed into my pillow! Lol. The sound of morning birdsong and the hint of dawn's sweet kiss made him sing.

That is Life Man! A rooster's promise of a New day. God Bless him! I must be more like the rooster and not give a fuck! Yes my preciousss! He crowed 17 times at the foot of my bed, noisy little Cock!

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I just found Frieda sitting on her egg! Brooding! Yayyy! Babies!

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3 November 2013

Funny quote from Last night: a very young man approaches me at Bar. Asks me what my tattoo is? I, drily but truthfully answer, "It's the Burning bush that could not be consumed by Fire". So the twat says, "Oh, like the NSW Bushfires".

I look at the 3-headed creature and retort, "No…like my Flaming Vagina" and proceed to walk away. The Man Child yells out "Please give me a chance". I roll my eyes. He has no chance at all. Really!

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Watching French Films with Crystal and Ramon. Loving Life!

"The Art of Love"

"Adele Blanc-sec"

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Best 3 nights of my life starting with Halloween party on thursday at Irish Murphies, Sarah Birt's party and rest of night as a group at Elephant Arms listening to Berst, then with Julie at Irish Murphies last night! Berst were playing there.

We had a fantastic time and no Hook-ups but we were Wild and Free and I danced so much I can no longer feel my feet but it is all good

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3 November 2010

I've had two lovely days visiting my friends Lyn yesterday and Sybil today. Feel warm and cosy, after a lovely meal with Jarrod, and I bought some cheap dvd's from Blockbuster and a cask of Chateau De Cardebord, fresh off the Vat, so I can feel even cosier tonight. Sigh! Miss my weekly dose of cuddles though. Oh well, must keep moving forward.

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3 November 2009

I saw my little green tree frog in the Cumquat Tree again. I thought he'd moved on by now, so it was a pleasant surprise.

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