Memories: 31 October 2025

31 October 2025

6:19 am gentle, gentle, Little One as you slip back into full conscious awareness! Surround yourself in that beautiful body of yours!

My, you’ve had a lovely time for the past few weeks…all Systems a go go….running forwards to your destiny like a Warrior Goddess Queen. Happily, triumphantly and with great merit.

You pushed through another struggle with emotions and finances. Holding on while letting go of all that did not serve you. You’ve been so brave. You are so loved. An inspiration at times.

Keep shining bright, Little One. We the Ancestors and the spirits, the angels and the fae….have your back. Fear not the Reaper! He’s an old trickster spirit from way back but we all know he’s actually your greatest ally in the end, of each incarnation. But what a Joker…he’s played you a merry dance, Little One. It’s been illuminating…it’s been real. Hahaha.

You are getting better. Slowly but surely. At this ridiculously older age! Who knew? That this would even be possible? The gods, and your determined worthy psychiatrist! That’s who!

So relax and enjoy another day in “Paradise”….Halloween/Beltane is here. Celebrate Life!

We spirits walk beside you and when you get weary we carry you. You know it! You’ve lived it a million times. We love you.

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Halloween is happening! A bunch of little ones came trick or treating. Mama T aka The Tanya is not so disappointed now!

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The Sydney Rock orchid is strutting her stuff beautifully this Halloween 🙂

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11:26 pm I just finished plying (2 ply) the lilac wool I had spun earlier. So proud of myself. My first carded fleece then hand spun and now plied. Now to put it on the niddy noddy then tie it up and wash it. Then it will be ready for knitting or using in a tapestry weaving! (I haven’t made a tapestry weaving for about 15 years!)

PS I am so tired, I was awake at 6 ish then got busy perfecting all the Halloween decorations then gifting sweets to the neighbourhood kids, then plying this wool. Busy Mama T!

Time to take off the makeup and hit the hay.

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31 October 2024

Happy Halloween! Happy Beltane (in the southern hemisphere!)

https://www.facebook.com/share/v/1D872K1Ami/?mibextid=UalRPS. “Carpet python visitation”.

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https://youtu.be/XjGoS_W241c “post Halloween”

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31 October 2023

Still weak today but I managed to get a few groceries. Lyn is coming over later to spend Halloween with me. No idea what time the kids will start coming. Probably around 4 pm.

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Lol I have had a lovely Halloween. The highlight of my children visitors was when little Susie, dressed as a vampyre told me she couldn’t cross my gates because of the copper sign I have up (All year round!) that says “No Hawkers, Trespassers, Proselytisers and psychic vampires”. She was shaking with disappointment that she might be a psychic vampyre!

I said “Oh no little Susie, tonight is a very special night. The only night I welcome vampyres to my front door. And you are the very best kind, the bloodthirsty one!” She grinned her vampiric little grin. Showing her mock blood soaked teeth.

I had forgotten to flip my sign for Halloween which states on the back “True Authentic Love welcome here!” Lmao.

True authentic love in 3D reality is always most welcomed…and a tad sublime. I must not let psychic vampyres slip home base ever again. But it’s Halloween and the veil is thin and apparently my goddess energy is so enticing 🙂

31 October 2022

11.11 pm. Recalibrations, celebrations, loveliness in all manifestations. Heart open. Mind open. Life blossoming exponentially. I am tired but contented. In this moment.

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Rachel Walsh: Loving Blessings right back at ya, loved this post Tanya 🥰✨🌈

Me: Thank you my lovely one xxx

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Right! Enough splonging in the Shadowlands. I am showered, dressed in my witchy finery. Just need to brush my hair.

I have cleaned the fishpond filter. Hopefully the algae settles down soon. Splosht is expensive but does not always work well. Like me I guess. Opulent but hopeless. Sniggers!

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A little spell I put out on Halloween 2019. No signs of true love…yet. I must be asking the wrong gods. Or perhaps the gods know better?! Psy sighs.

Ancestors, spirits that love me true

On All Hallows’ Eve please grant my wish.

Bring me my true love,

No goblin, no ghoul, no zombie, no fucked up triangular Avoidant,

A real man with good intentions and the capacity to commit,

With passion and romance and heart, with eyes only for me,

With faithfulness and fun and a love that is deep.

With freedom and blessings from the One who runs this Universe and Beyond. In all Paradigms, Worlds, places and spaces, may the One true love come to me, King to my Queen and Dance me into Bliss for the rest of our time on earth and if the gods smile upon us, into the other incarnations as well.

No games, no bullshit, no infernal “testing”, no psychotic jestering, just safety, and kindness and peace.

So mote it be....

And one must ask oneself: will there be any further incarnations? More opportunities for real authentic loyal faithful respectful love? Or did I cede my soul by loving the liars, cheats, whoremongerers. The throttlers, the bottlers, the lost boys and false feckless men children.

Did I cede my soul by grieving the eternal unrequitedness and the debasement of my Womanhood in a whirlpool of vibratory gyration of a hell loop without end?!

For spiralling into despair and a grief so profound I almost completed suicide. For failing to love my own self enough to allow good kind decent noble men into my life.

Ahhh but they came with sweet promises and good looking faces and deceived in the style of that Christian Hellian that they call Satan.

I learned to discern their true natures but too often, too late. Such was my fate.

Sponsored but betrayed by their increasingly balding pates and shiny leg syndrome.

As their testosterone failed them…the spineless and the weak.…mine rose. I became “the man” I always hoped to lean on, or at least, at the very least, be adored by.

My own man. Is powerful. Sardonic. Whimsical and true.

So to the former lovers…I am sorry you could not See me as I truly am and instead sought to destroy me as I made you feel… inadequate. If you had survived the kinds of horrors in 3D reality that I have, you might have been a better man, or a stronger man or perhaps a kinder man…too.

I love you. I try to forgive you. On good days it almost feels like forgiveness. But then I slip into my own nightmarish garish postulant hell again.

You clutch at me and grab me and strive to violate me. Stymy my potential. But I keep blooming even though your last cuts were the deepest and your faithlessness in my spirit…seepest still!

Lie low, you callow cur…I smell your treacherous zombie stench in all quarters. An unmistakeable perfume of mendacity. But I love you anyway. That is my destiny. To love the unloveable and to surf the effluent influences of your darkness…commingled with mine for eternity.

How long is eternity? A fraction of a second, my Love. The great master heals us both. Heals us all. In a fraction of his open eyed second.

Blink. Done. Over and out. Happy Halloween Motherfucker. Or Beltane or whatever soul affirming holy day I can manifest with/for my own Psychedelic dreaming, held in sanctified grace by my gods. (The Holy One in all fractalised unfurling beauteous bountiful manifestations).

Amen v’selah. Silence… I kill you. Life, the greatest trickster…goes on.

“Come to me, sweet Marie, I have something in my pants for thee”. Yeah…right. A fuckery that lasted generations.

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9.33 am Good Morning! It’s a beautiful sunny morning. Light streaming through my garden like a blessing. A light zephyr tickling the leaves on the trees. We are happy, the dog and bird and goldfish and I!

I woke up from one of my repetitive dreams. It’s been intensifying in recent weeks. I dream of a chimpanzee kept in a cage in my back bedroom (Now studio!) It hardly sees the light of day. I bring it food and water but sometimes forget it’s there. It’s unnaturally quiet and depressed.

The monkey belongs to my father but I am housing it. This morning in my dream I go to its cage. It’s wrapped in towels, kept in darkness like a bird is kept at night. But it’s a chimpanzee not a bird! I am a tad scared of it, to be honest but I can’t take it being tortured in neglect and abandonment any longer.

I roll back the cage coverings. Open the blinds, let light shine in. The monkey looks at me with calm resolve but a surging kind of hope in its eyes. I am amazed it’s not sick, actually. This is no life for a monkey. They belong in the jungle, running free and wild.

I tell it that I am sorry it’s been held not only captive but denied proper care: freedom in the garden like Charley gets. Also companionship.

I take him out of his cage. He can’t believe it. Doesn’t attack or bite me. I carry him out into the garden and he runs amok through all the trees and cavorts and plays. Looks at me with such faith and gratitude. Loves me. His prison guard.

The dream ends.

It reminds me of an observation Crystal made about me several years ago. “Wild things always find their way home to you”.

Maintain the Wild! Never be tamed. If they (other humans!) break you, abandon you, reject you, neglect you…never forget you are a wild free autonomous Being and keep yourself alive and safe long enough for the Rejoicing of your freedom one fine day…or even today.

Don’t let them kill that part of you that is always free and always perfected. Don’t let them kill Hope. Love and don’t let them steal your peace out from under you either.

And now: I am off to frolick with my inner self. The monkey that noone loved enough to protect or cherish. My cage is not visible but it’s still there. Society.

The abandonment and trauma remains. But the day of reckoning is at hand. I will play in great joy and freedom and autonomy. Perhaps even be cared for again.

Wild things…make my heart sing!

31 October 2021

I had some weird dreams about my niece, brother in law and half sister this morning. They were sniggering that Marika is pregnant (she is 50 years old ffs) and calling her a “slime collector”.

In real life I believe she is in a stable relationship with only the one child she had late in life at age 38!

As much as I detest my former family of origin…scum that they are…even I would not call my niece a “slime collector”. So my subconscious was doing some very strange discombobulating. Lol

I hope they continue to remain Dead to me. I have enough unwelcome ghosts float through this house that get banished with monotonous regularity.

Especially the ghost of the dead Israeli-English-Scottish homeopath psychopath. He whom thinks he’s sent by Source to protect me. Not on your Nelly….mister. Go haunt your wife and kids instead, vile creature that you are!

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Hmmm as I had suspected…fb is withholding my more recent memories.

I put out a lovely little love spell last year and was kinda looking forward to seeing it come up again in my “memories” (to do a comparison or an analysis of which components of it might still be resonating in this current paradigm). But it is missing. Hmmm.

All my best and juiciest writings just “erased” by the algorithms. Revenge of time, and of censorship and of the inimitable and unavoidable Silencing.

Don’t mind me… I just watched a movie called “Mother” which perfectly circumscribed the rise and fall of civilisations, apocalypse, religions, and our Earth.

It became so intense that I could not watch the last five minutes (I have seen this movie before) and thus fast forwarded it. I had intense flashbacks of recent encounters in the past few years.

A Pop Singer “friend” telling me that I was “ready to pop” in her Weird cultish Zoom conference when she was acquiring candidates for her trips to Bali for her “healing modalities” that involved paying large amounts of money and exploiting deeply vulnerable traumatised people.

It was like a surreal horror movie so I decided that it was not realistic or safe for me to participate. My poverty was actually my protective saving device so I popped out of that fucking surreality.

I don’t need a Guru or Moneygrubbing charlatans to tell me how to be a “success”. Pop goes the weasel…man.

Then Covid came and the whole world was locked down in some psychotic fear porn death cult.

I wish I could fast forward the next five years to avoid this ghastly ignoble declension into more Hell. But I can’t.

So I shall cleave to my memories and my sovereignty and my determination to create a bright future (with the assistance of likeminded souls who are generous, kind, decent and life-affirming).

No gurus, no leaders, no shadowy politicians, no “experts”. Just ordinary people living through extraordinary times, creating Life one breath at a time and rebuilding after every devastation as best as we can as a species.

Some days it seems improbable…but I have been present for miracles before in my own life experiences.

So I cannot give up on humanity…just yet…even though my lovelife has not manifested and I am alone in a turgid maelstromic sea of enmity (nothing new under the sun) but I continuously rise and shine and dance the Sublime, knowing that the world spins on a dime but there is another currency that is far more valuable and intrinsic and eternal but bartered by the gods for a whimsy and a flimsy coracle of Hope and Love and the Dreaming… to which I must imminently return. To protect my mind, heart, body and soul. The sweet gift of sleep.

Laila Tov Babycakes.

Happy Halloween.

May our spiritual new year be sweet, safe and deeply nurturing and edifying.

May we all enter the new paradigm promised by the Ancestors in good health, prosperity, unity and a healed and protected planet.

If it’s not too late …

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30 October 2020

Lying in my hammock outside next to my Altar. Had a couple of drinks courtesy of a dear friend who blessed me with a bottle of JD.

Intermittently dancing to my favourite songs. Alone by candlelight. Best Halloween ever!!! Even the storm swung itself off somewhere else!

Grateful Blessed Happy Jewish Witch here. Xxx

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A big Thank You to all the Witches, faeries, Pirates and two wounded car crash survivors who beat a path to Sacred Space for Halloween.

You made an old Witch very proud. The Ancestors are sending many blessings and joy for the next year.

Here is my Altar for Beltane! (It’s Halloween in the northern hemisphere but we witches love a good Howling we does!

Blessed Be! Always remember that Magic (which is manifested as Love in all Dimensions, universes and here on Earth, truly does Happen. :-)

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Craving a cold beer now. Never fear “Dulcie” is here for the usual Dolce Vita.

No booze in house. No money and the car is under cover. Meh. Having my masculine attributes suddenly arise means that I am protected. Yayyy!

Kelly Anne: I'm craving a new heart n lungs today. Not to eat however.

I could even be satisfied with loaning for fixed time, or sharing one with someone in a timeshare arrangement.

This old one of mine needs upgrading to a newer model that can cope with a 42yo's goals & dreams.

Me: @Kelly Anne hugs Babe x. My lungs are struggling too. Heart renewed itself. For the millionth recalibration. My heart even amazes my own Self. How it keeps going on and on, in spite of reality checks.

Kelly Anne: Tanya Arons Im thankful your heart is seems to be doing better. Mine seems to just be on a slow downward spiral. My lungs surprised me with the asthma tho. I'm using a neb every couple of hrs.

Kelly Anne: Tanya Arons Is it asthma with your lungs or is it asthma & something else. Seems if women our age suffer worsening ability to breathe that there's usually a secondary (or more) condition thats exacerbating everything. Almost sounds like how PTSD operates.

Me: Kelly Anne my asthma has been out of control for two weeks (even with increased Seretide) I feel weak and tired. But that is my default state. Who knows?!

me: It’s the thunder which causes asthma and change of season. My chest is like a weather vane.

Me: Kelly Anne physician heal thyself!

I am Avoiding all doctors except for my psychiatrist who is the only doctor who Gets me and stands by me and has any sort of compassion.

(Mind you we have had some fights over the years!) but he always ended up agreeing that I was right!

So you know... when you take back your own power...the healing is exponential.

Asthma is a bloody pain though. I cannot rid myself of it.

Me: Kelly Anne it is what it is. We are so used to shallow breathing from Chronic trauma and anxiety.

Sometimes...just for kicks..I sit and practise deep breathing. Just to see how it feels. Usually rather strange!

Kelly Anne: Tanya Arons True that. I actually learned it quite well when I played the trombone.

But its really hard to do later in life with the combo of constipation / bloating & a set of lungs that are permanently damaged from asthma (plus whatever functionality the pulmonary embolism took away.

But I have been trying, regardless. Sometimes it really hurts where they repaired my sternum etc after opening me up in surgery.

Its hurts right now, & I'm only breathing fairly shallowly atm it's worse when I'm puffing from exercise.

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My body is somatising the predicted storm. I am Short of breath (anyway) with asthma but my upper respiratory system (throat and top of my chest) feels like someone has laid a heavy hot hand on me and is pressing down!

Accompanied by anxiety and my usually stormy urges to run wild. (Not going anywhere but can feel the intensity rising in my core). Interesting!

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Battening down the hatches in contemplation of the epic storm warnings. All my lanterns taken down from the two trees. 🙂. Halloween may not go ahead.

If the storms pass through, and blow out early enough I can put everything back and still light up the lanterns. Here’s hoping.

In the meantime..stay safe my Beloveds!

Kelly Anne: Stay away from the rooms that have tree limbs hanging over the roof in that area! Scary how much damage falling limbs can do!

Me: Kelly Anne true but my front room has the air con which I desperately need! The storm has not hit with full intensity yet. We got a smattering of rain then sunshine. It’s not normal. But it’s still coming I guess.

Kelly Anne: Tanya Arons Well be as aware for strange cracking sounds (that aren't like thunder) as you can. Need you safe & taking on all these elitest ableist enabling pricks (who hurt ppl like us) with me. Ur my QLD partner in crime! lol.

Me: Kelly Anne aww bless you Darling. I am worn out. But yes they predicted tornadoes which had me very concerned.

K-A: Tanya Arons The tornadoes would need to be careful of "The Tanya" if they had ANY sense about them! Can you imagine nature / God pissing off EITHER ONE OF US? They'd be too frightened we'd rock up in the afterlife demanding JUSTICE FOR ALL!

Me: Kelly Anne I have been demanding for Justice since birth. The gods hear my prayers. My fury is on hold for now!

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Truth. Love makes fools of us all - even the strongest, bravest, most fiercely feminist icon women...it’s our Shadow!

I have been missing Wiglet for weeks now. (Triggered by seeing him on the road twice in the past month, driving towards me! The second time he veered his vehicle in my direction as though he was going to crash into me. I told myself it probably wasn’t him but someone else driving a jeep! So I kept driving to Victoria Point for my beautiful day out at Coochiemudlo with my friend Jarrod. Thank the gods for my beautiful loyal loving friends or I would not be alive right now.

Constantly craving dark triad false people who played me for a fool or variously used and abused me is...Insane...even by my standards.

But True love is not bothered by insanity or game players. It Springs Eternal even as it festers and Rots. The best Love can do is haunt me in the night when my former lovers... Die! So there is that.

Psy sighs. I just wanted a healthy happy relatively normal partnership. Just one...just once...now and until the day I die.

But ultimately I had to choose myself and hold myself precious and stay in my integrity and that means celibacy and Berserker frenzied loneliness and wry humour amidst the pathos.

It’s not so bad. That love sickness, as painful and empty and yearning: rebuilt me. I found out the depths and richness of my capacity to love. It is beautiful and rare and fucking intense. It scared him away.

C’est La Vie, Davey Baby. Next life! So long. Be happy, be blessed and be ready for me. We will meet again some day. (Hopefully I will be over you by then. You and all the other men who hurt me!) but I know my heart now. So...there is that!

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31 October 2019

Haha one sweet family almost walked past, terrified. Lol. Bobo barked to let me know they were there so I invited them into my Sacred Space garden and lured them to my front door and gave the little girl, named Sophia, some lollies.

Her parents were incredibly shy. It was quite cute. I told them I am Weird but not Evil and the young father quipped “You could say that about a lot of people” but I said “This is true! But maybe I am really not evil!” And gave him my scary weird face.

So that was quirky! But it was nice to have at least one child come visit and she loved my cauldron! My bona fide ancestral witchy spirits will be happy and appeased with blessings for all for another year.

Although I don’t do this just for them but because it’s fun and I get to own my own power.

They commented on my sign forbidding psychic vampires from my house and I told them they could enter my gates on just this very special night. (I bet they have weird dreams tonight!). Oh dear.

The mother was dressed as Snow White and her little daughter was the Easter Bunny. Very cute.

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Ancestors, spirits that love me true

On All Hallows’ Eve please grant my wish.

Bring me my true love,

No goblin, no ghoul, no zombie, no fucked up triangular Avoidant

A real man with good intentions and the capacity to commit,

With passion and romance and heart, with eyes only for me,

With faithfulness and fun and a love that is deep.

With freedom and blessings from the One who runs this Universe and Beyond. In all Paradigms, Worlds, places and spaces, may the One true love come to me, King to my Queen and Dance me into Bliss for the rest of our time on earth and if the gods smile upon us, into the other incarnations as well.

No games, no bullshit, no infernal “testing”, no psychotic jestering, just safety, and kindness and peace.

So mote it be....

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So I went shopping for lolliessssss cos it’s Halloween and I got to thinking about all the holy days and festivals I have pointblank refused to observe this year (and recent years!) and then I felt a deep sadness and emptiness that I have lost my childlike Joie de Vivre and this CANNOT HAPPEN!!!

I figure if no kids come to my witches lair (the elitist sprogs across the road never come visit as their dickhead parents have instilled terror into them!) then I will have some delicious frivolity to add to my fatty liver load and I can die like a satiated cackling old witch of sugar and carbicide....

It could happen... but not today!

I ran out of enough money to buy a bottle of wine but all Good. Last night I drank the lovely bottle of non-alcoholic wine that Sally gave me. It was delicious. Tasted like the real thing frankly.

So Zombie Mama T that no human man is brave enough to make love to for longer than a night (or actually half a night?...OK we have had them run screaming after only 15 minutes but that was when die Alte Hexe had her couch here and I think her energies were scaring my “prospects”).

Hohum. I haven’t bothered to bring any lovers into my Sacred Space again. Too much bother really for extremely little satis....factionnnnn. Then when you factor in the viciousness of the last one I fell in love with and you might get why I hung up my boots AND my Britches.

But now I have my hat and I will travel between the Sephirot. Somebody leave me at Tiferet as I have a little lovesickness going on and somebody needs to surround me in BEAUTY. Oh wait...here he is…little two footed LOVER BIRD MAN.

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31 October 2018

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31 October 2017

I have enjoyed Halloween this year. I made a lucky dip for the children of little necklaces and kids’ rings and earrings. They were delighted. I even enjoyed decorating the front entrance and lighting the candles.

I played Ghostbusters theme song as they timidly crept up my stairs then scared the bejesus (excuse the pun) outta them after they said Trick or Treat by shrieking as I threw open the front door. They loved it.

Tash waited at the gate but I invited her in as I said Halloween is for Everyone, all ages. She got to pick a Lucky Dip too. (She had the choice of two gifts.)

I pray the gods/spirits/fae and other elementals and of course Creator and the Arch Angels blesses me with more happiness, harmony, true love and abundance.

I am feeling blessed no matter what comes!

Tooth hurty but will power and Mana overrides mortality.

I had a lovely evening yesterday with Jarrod also. In spite of my jaw pain and chewing pain killers I have ridden through the past few days like a chomping Champion of Fire and Brimstone and Magical Light.

It was Just my two little neighbours. But it was nice to have some fresh young Souls to interact with mwahahaha!

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My father adored Charlie Chaplin. I admire his work but had no idea he was a child rapist and a predator. Another domino fell but I am positive and satisfied that I am living in remarkable miraculous times where sexual predators and child sexual abusers will be eliminated, one by one across the globe.

Never before have there been such a massive outcry such as Royal Commissions and “me too” campaigns that are highlighting the widespread scourge that has beset humanity for centuries.

With awareness, and public education we survivors will begin to heal and prevent future abuses.

31 October 2016

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Nursing Ruby hen in my arms. Bobo almost killed her. I forgot to put them in their new pen. Hopefully she will be ok.

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I am having a lovely day. I have bathed Mushu who has fleas. Ugh! He was freaked out as he has never been bathed before. But he was so good.

He didn't try to scratch me. Not even once. He did attempt to climb out of the laundry tub. Afterwards Bobo played with him. Hassled him actually. He got a bit sick of that.

I had my spider encounter No 2. Took a video as I have never had an arachnid so determined to climb up to my face before.

Life is beautiful. In spite of my pain and suffering. So much love from such unexpected sources.

I am ready for the next adventure. I hope it is a blessèd one.

31 October 2015

“You have arrived on a very special night. One of the Master's affairs...”

Welcome to All Hallows Night when the spirits walk among us. Shhhh! Can you hear them? Can you see them! Hocus Pocus! I put a spell on you, and now you are Mine!!! Or am the Holy Ones Blessed be Her Name for ever and ever! :-).

A Jewish Witch until I die and then some! No one gets between me and my Holy One. Even when we are not talking to each other. S/he created my Neshamah (soul) and sent me into this Hobbit woman body to go on adventures in this Hodor/Morder of a planet that is so spectacularly beautiful but made ugly by humans.

Ughhh! But no matter, for tonight we ride to spread Light and Love in dens of iniquity and gather up other pure souls, bitten by life in this realm, but oh how they Shine!

Ride, Sisters! Leave no stone unturned. We are called to savour this night of nights. We See You!

G-d inside us, G-d outside us, G-d behind us. G-d in front of us. G-d above us. G-d below us. And so our spell of protection is cast!

May this year bring joy, true love, prosperity, abundance, good health and peace. This planet deserves it. We deserve it.

31 October 2014

Shabbat Shalom to the Jew Crew and Happy Halloween to the Pagan/witchy brewsters.

Party on but remember to keep the spirits up!

May the gods of Light, Love, Prosperity, good Health, Happiness bless all The Worlds above and below with the guiding protection of The Holy One Blessed Be His Name aka Primordial Consciousness.

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The Silky's don't quite know what to make of their coop! They did not want to go in and I persuaded them in their perch. So cute!

Thanks so much Lyn, Peter and Bai for delivering the coop and helping carry it into the yard. You Rock!!!

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I am disappointed that Irish Murphy's is not putting in a Halloween party this year. :-(

I guess I will turn up suitably attired, in the spirit of the occasion.

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6.15 am just got woken up by Mischief crowing. Even though I had him locked up, in the dark with his mum. Gahhhhh!

I have gone out to garden on auto-pilot in my dressing gown to let the chooks out. Creepy John saw me and called out "Morning, Dear!"

I shuddered and almost fell into my dragonfruit cacti. He moaned "oh!" I kept barrelling along on semi-sleep and went back inside and back to bed!

Scrub Turkey aka BB (bastard buzzard) is busy building his mound. Chasing my chickens and stealing their food. It is all happening in a far out way!

31 October 2013

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