Memories: 4 April 2025

4 April 2025

6:13 am Here we go, Babies! Another day in Paradise! Happy Friday!

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From Slavic Esoterica:

Meet The Whisperers: Disturbing things

The demise of whispering is something that quite a few people applaud. Especially those that see this craft as a ‘superstition’ or ‘mumbo-jumbo’ due to its having little or nothing to do with the science of medicine. Some even find it hard to believe that such peculiar practices as whispering take place in today’s Central Europe. Indeed, the story is quite extraordinary and if it were nothing more than that – a story – there wouldn’t be a problem. But the séances and rituals discussed here really do take place and therefore affect real people.

In the case of whispering, like with many alternative therapies, the line between providing help and causing harm is a thin one. Sure, receiving enchanted bread or being prayed over won’t cause you any problems, but things get a little disturbing when one finds out that there’s a special whisperer’s chant for cancer out there.

Should someone choose whispering as a primary treatment for such a condition they would be making a big mistake. Here’s what Bożena Winch, a psychotherapist and psycho-oncologist, says in an interview published by Puls, the bulletin of the Regional Medical Chamber in Warsaw:

A psychotherapist isn’t there to give advice. But when I hear that somewhere near the city of Białystok there’s this whisperer that treats cancer, I say: you’ll do as you please, but I’m against substituting chemotherapy with the doings of a healer, I ask where did an idea like that even come from.

There’s also the notorious story of an Orthodox priest that died in a car accident in the Podlasie countryside after trying to avoid a collision with a toilet standing on a crossroads. Yes, a toilet. In 2011, the police discontinued their investigation of this tragic event and nobody was convicted of causing it, but locals have always claimed that it was one of their own who had put the thing on the road.

The culprit is said to have done it following advice from a whisperer. If that’s the case, then the tragedy was probably the result of a superstition linked to feuds. Placing a thing that belongs to an antagonist of yours on a crossroads is considered a means of avoiding an evil charm cast by them.

more:

https://culture.pl/en/article/meet-the-whisperers-the-christian-folk-healers-of-eastern-poland

Anna Bondaruk in Rutka, 2007, photo: Andrzej Sidor / Forum

My comment: Read attached article. Interesting. Any healer worth their salt combines both scientific remedies where necessary as well as faith healing. It’s a big universe but we are gifted certain medicines for a reason. Ie I told my psychiatrist who can’t shake off a bad cough to drink mullein tea. Why? Because It works. It helped me when I was desperately ill. It helped others I have advised to drink it. It works.

And that herb was gifted to me by advice from a homeless man on YouTube back in 2022 who saw in my video how very ill I was. He literally saved my life at that time!

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4 April 2024

Interesting shapes in my coffee mug :-)

4 April 2023

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My car has broken down, as it needs new front brakes. I don’t dare drive it anymore, as they were shuddering on Sunday when I drove to West End. Gahhh.

So today I am off to get my hair done (my 8 weekly appointment!) so I will be travelling to Murrarie by bus and train. My beautiful hairdresser has offered to pick me up from Cannon Hill station but it’s only a 20 minute walk to her place from there. So I think I will make it!

4 April 2021

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Glad I am free of psych meds. None of them worked for me. I still have been unable to trial medical cannibis (on their books but no fucking supply!!!) but am managing my mind with a great surging of creativity that is also combined with great fatigue and anxiety.

Manifesting my hopes and dreams is a terribly fraught thing with my complex ptsd. But I am striving to thrive even as a late state end patient as the ends of my smoky daze blew up like smoke on the water and my Phoenix bird spirit had yet another BLAZING in it.

She wants what she has always wanted: true love, a supportive, loyal, loving, community/tribe/few rare precious friends who delight in her, and a way to exist in the world that is both prosperous and life affirming and healthy.

She makes a new fabric from the scraps of the past and dons her coat of honour and bliss in multifaceted colours and piecemeal gratitude for All That is/Was/Ever Shall be!

Kadosh Kadosh Kadosh: she stands on tiptoes and shields her eyes from the splendour and magnificence she is yet to fully embody in an embrace of Ages.

Take the medication if it helps, if not choose to live as freely and joyously as possible as life is hard, cruel, vexatious but in amongst the filth, the treachery, the debauchery ...there will still be brilliant gems hidden on your walk.

Kick them over and have a look...hold the good ones precious and cast the rest into the dross where they came from...they may never shine for you.

They may need more time to find their own value and shine for someone else. A twinkling wrinkle in Time, a cosmic stumbling tumbling in Space and mischievous giggling Dance in our current earthy paradigm.

4 April 2020

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Ahhh the paroxysms of heartache…divesting myself of a trickster spirit’s Love as old and stale as old cold porridge . Holding on while letting go like a snake shedding too-tight skin.

I have shed and shed so many times in recent weeks. False friends, cruel daughters, now a much -beloved one whom I still rather miraculously held high hopes for. Where will this end?

The Tanya chewing her own arm off to get her freedom from constant emotional pain. Just a few sinews to chomp through then I am done. But you know...psy sighs...That arm always grows back like a fucking Salamander!

The alchemy and deep magic of my Love an eternal Mystery and Flame even to me! Smiles. Only God Knows who is my true Beloved One!

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I just woke up from the second (repeat) dream of finding land for sale (somewhere near Toowoomba) cheap for $147 000. 35 acres. A modest house on it but two swimming pools! One an Olympic sized swimming pool that the young Aboriginal man who owned it, rented out to the local School which adjoined the property.

He showed me this long outcrop, a long walk where there were ancient aboriginal paintings on the terrain. The view was incredible.

I immediately wanted to buy it just for that view and the sacred nature of the land. There was also a hot pool (like in Rotorua NZ) which he showed me he used to clean various crystals like Amethyst in it but if you left it too long it dissolved. I was fascinated!

He showed me that much of the 35 acres had reverted to bush. He had dreamed of making it open to the public to educate about aboriginal Dreaming ways but the local aboriginal people were not supportive. I asked him why? He said they were afraid for some reason but most were just not interested enough in the culture. He lived there with his wife and two children.

I got very excited and tried to convince my mother to buy the land. (Why my dead financially abusive mother, I have no Idea...dreams are often nonsensical. But I reached out to an older more fiscally solvent Mother to buy the land..interesting. As land/earth is already our Mother!)

In this second dream I almost succeeded as I brought her to see it and she seemed impressed.

Anyway the dream ended with me feeling like there must be so many sacred spaces taken over by white (or other ethnic Australians) who have no idea of the magic or rich culture they are walking on, living in. Even many Indigenous in cities have lost their songlines and their Dreamtime memories.

I want them to have this part of their Being back. To know the land as our Mother. Our teacher. Our Nurturer.

I once wrote to the Brisbane City Council to turn Whites Hill Reserve into a Bush-tucker teaching facility for locals and tourists instead of growing huge swathes of useless weeds on it.

I envisioned a space where the local aboriginal people could grow and produce market foods and could cook and prepare it to teach school children and tourists about how to grow native bush tucker in our area.

One day I carried a seed home on my skirt (after walking the dog) and it must have germinated, as a plant that looked a bit like NZ flax grew under my night-scented jessamine. I was curious as to what it was so I left it there until it grew too big and was smothering the jessamine.

It has dark blue berries. Jarrod googled it and it turns out it is bush tucker and edible. So we tasted it. It was pleasant but not overly sweet or strong flavoured.

Jarrod laughed and said the council must have taken part of your advice and are planting out bush tucker after all!

I moved the plant out into its own space near the fenceline so it can grow without choking the jessamine.

4 April 2017

I spent the day in bed. Not feeling very well. Now up and at 'em just as it started to rain. I had Charlie on my shoulder and he disliked being rained on so now he is back on top of his cage, trilling loudly. Happy fella!

4 April 2015

@ BPJC SECOND NIGHT SEDER.

The tables are set. Everything looks lovely.

Passover couldn't go by without some minimal observance in my part. After all, it is the Festival of Freedom (my favourite Value in Life!)

4 April 2011

I slept until 2 pm. Went and had a nice cup of tea in my newly completed paved seating area. It felt nice to be enjoying the fruits of my labours. Still feel tired although it's only almost 8 pm.

Off to the doctors tomorrow- had to find a new one, after the last unbelievable schmuck. Oh well. I have to pay out of pocket so maybe I'll get quality treatment this time?

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