Memories: 8 November 2025

8 November 2025

12:24 am

https://youtu.be/Bv3_JIurT0I?si=B0KhI2dnUpS5pZjW

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2:42 am home safe from a wonderful night…welcomed home by La Bella Luna. Not quite full but shining down upon us with veritable glee.

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9:21 am wow! I had such a wild and powerful dance last night. Two amazing dances in one week! I expected to be out for the count for many hours of sleep this morning. Better breathing result too. (By the gods, I have stamina).

My beautiful talented Ramjet friends and earlier the Mike Beale Band were so awesome last night! I love you all!

The Mama T is slowly healing herself…and the wild dance is powerful and soul enervating.

8 November 2024

https://youtu.be/nsTMgJXAaCU

“Sybil morning greetings”.

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8 November 2023

Optus had an outage. It’s been all day! It’s now 2:25 pm. So annoying and frustrating. I hate being at the mercy of technology. I thought my iPhone had finally died as it overheats and had used up all its storage. But then I realised even my landline was down.

So argghhhh.

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8 November 2022

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1:11 pm. The angels are laughing and smiling and singing with us. Beauty in our world. In spite of the horror…always hold the beauty precious! 🙂

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I had a beautiful morning chatting in messenger with my longtime friend, Efrain Pardo whom I met 23 years ago when I worked at the Queensland Police Academy.

He told me some wonderful news. His baby will be born on Friday 11th November 2022. A big welcome to Maximilian Asher Pardo! Amazing! A blessing on your head, Little One.

May you and your dear parents always be surrounded by much much love and Light. May good fortune favour you for a goodly, just and healthy and prosperous life.

My heart rejoices for you all! Mi amores! xxx

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8 November 2021

1:20 pm I just got up and grabbed Charley to put her outside in the garden. I was holding her on my hand while simultaneously cleaning her food bowls under the sink.

She swished her tail feathers, did a little poo, then kept swishing. An egg fell out of her cloaca into my sink! Amazing! She must have been holding onto it all morning!

A pity it’s not fertilised! (She still won’t do the Wild Thing with the Wild Boy Birds!)

8 November 2020

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I am relieved and happy to hear that Trump is no longer President. Now America can begin to heal Herself from that ignoble fracas and 4 years of flirting with fascism and I hope they Smudge the entire White House with sweet grass and I pray that this planet is better protected from Dangerous Morons.

The Zombie Apocalypse can be beaten back now. We are blowing light and love back into their faces. Wake up wake up before it’s too late.

Let Love heal our world. Let the timelines recalibrate and bring us the most beneficial future for all life forms. No racism, no misogyny, no out of kilter wealthy entitled lunatics bringing us to the brink of global destruction.

Biden might not be the answer either but it’s a start.

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I had early morning cuddles with little Koko too. Robyn was taking her for a wee walk to the forest and stopped to say Hello. Little Koko wrapped both her front legs around my neck and shoulders and smothered me with tiny doggy kisses. It was glorious!

So much love embodied in a tiny poodle x shitsu. That little dog just adores me. I have done nothing to earn it. All I have to do is Be The Tanya. It made my day!

My daughter Crystal and Jarrod are coming over this afternoon. So I am excited about that too. Pity the skies are grey and overcast but rain is always welcome after the long long drought we have had.

So happiness manifesting all Around and inside me! :-)

8 November 2019

11:01 pm I keep “hearing” that “he” will fight his way back to me. I have no idea what spirit means. If by “he” they mean Dave, then he has never fought to be with me.

He has expected me to chase after him like a beggar for scraps of love and I will never do that again. Not after the last phone call I made on 25 July when he put me on Hold!

I deserve to be loved passionately, romantically, and deeply. To be in a communicative loyal faithful love partnership.

So who is fighting for his right to be my partner, my man?! It does not make sense. There is no other man in my life. I only love Dave and it’s hopeless.

All he can do is taunt me at drumming or occasionally at the casino. With his women and friends in tow. Ridiculous!

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Today has moved very very slowly. I have my debrief at 3 pm. Been out of bed since 11am. It feels like the earth is waiting to exhale. I have to leave the house at 2:30 pm and it is so hot I don’t want to even get in the car. (I need to re-gas my air conditioning unit as it was so hot yesterday and the car aircon was useless.)

8 November 2018

Thank the gods for a cool change. The heatwave was killing me.

Well that was epic. Had to hold my bladder and drive like a maniac as I wrote so much psychoblather that I left myself only 17 minutes to get to the hospital. Got here in time but holy hell, the carpark was Full (arghhhhhhh) so I drove around twice then gave up and scooted to the streets like a besieged Harridan.

Parked my car, phoned reception, then took off my fake Birkenstocks as one cannot possibly run in them. Bolted to the hospital from three streets away, simultaneously coughing and wheezing. A nice driver gave way to me at a crossing.

Yes! Random acts of kindness. Ran like a screaming hormone to the X-ray dept. Got taken in fairly quickly (hallelujah). Now waiting for films or whatever format I get the results given to me.

While waiting at reception after my ultrasound, another patient was standing beside me showing off her newly tattooed eyebrows. I asked to see them (she had a fringe). By the gods they looked great!

I just had my crone brows waxed and dyed yesterday but feel that tattooing would be better to hide the um, patchy old lady brows. (Which I declared loudly and the staff and patients laughed along with me.)

I then said I am getting older as time has flown so fast (when signing my Medicare slip!) The receptionist, similar in age, agreed with me that she found time had accelerated and she remembered her mother complaining of the same thing.

I nodded! “Of course”, I said “it is not aging but a space-time continuum glitch!” The lady receptionist and I laughed uproariously.

When I sat down another woman patient of similar vintage said “you might meet Q or The Doctor”. I said “I am not getting in that Tardus! That thing takes you to all sorts of strange places and The Doctor better be good looking! Let’s be superficial while we age gracefully”.

Then I remembered the New Doctor is a woman so I said, “We are bending gender roles and bringing back the Divine Feminine and I am finally living in the most wonderful times. Now we just need the rest of the world to catch up!!!

Even the men nodded in agreement once they got over my barb about them all sulking about a female Doctor Who! Which? Where? When?

Yup my angels have me glitching all right, Full Throttle. To infinity and beyond.... “terminate terminate terminate”.

(Methinks I need to decompress from all my popular culture saturation and get my own Material!) End of transmission.

8 November 2017

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12.18 pm finally heading home. I went to get something to eat and when I got back the results were ready. Phew! Exhausted!

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11.37 am still waiting for results. Getting hungry now. Feeling dizzy too. Oh well.

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Still waiting even after that epic post which I have edited and bloody bollocky copyrighted cos I pretend I am that important. Hah! Hopefully it won’t be much longer. I can’t wait to pee, eat something, drive home and crawl back into bed! Yay! Life goals!

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Weird sleepless night. Before I went to sleep around midnight, I prayed to G-d and the archangels for healing of my mind/body/spirit. Around 2.30 or 3 am, I arose from a deep sleep to consciousness and found myself ruminating about various stressors and thought ‘buggar that’ so tried to get back to sleep only to remain in a light sleep with imagery and thoughts still running through my head.

At 4 am I became wide awake and aware and found myself automatically practising the deep breathing exercises to strengthen my Vagus nerve. So I lay there, inhaling 5 seconds holding my breath and exhaling for 7 seconds then holding for 3. ‘Shit I’m good’ I bemusedly thought to myself. My higher mind and the holy ones mean business.

I realised I had been awake for about an hour and a half. My throat was very sore and I had started coughing. Fuck it. A chest infection on top of my woes plus I had to go to hospital this morning for bladder ultrasound so I said to Myself “hey you up there! Can you let me sleep?”

So I fell asleep and woke up at 6.30 am. Hmmm I thought, hmmm. This is no good. I have to wake up at 8 am and start drinking a litre of water at 8.30 am. “Let me sleep, or I will struggle to get to the hospital tomorrow”. So I did.

I woke up just before the alarm went off at 7.50 am. Higher Tanya bloody bollocky brat Mind Knows I struggle to wake up and get up in the mornings so She Stressed that I woke up in time. ‘Who is Running this Show?’ I thought, rather bemusedly. But I hit the ground running.

I have drunk 3 glasses of water (ew! Not pleasant to have so much liquid in one go when it’s not Jack Daniels hahah) I am dressed, ready to go and hanging from the ceiling like a fruit bat as I frequently do!

I was right about the chest infection. Hacked up something alien looking. Ew! But gonna ride this out with Seretide and Ventolin as I abhor antibiotics and I don’t feel too crook. Not as bad as I was with that tmj agony.

Thank you to my beautiful Healer friends who have been sending energy and praying for me. You are so amazing! Much love to all my friends who have laboured with me through this misery for 2 whole weeks. Gevalt!

The Tanya is fighting back from the shadowlands of pain and crappy health as she always does. My fellow sisters suffering in hospital right now...join me. We will heal and we will rejoice again!

8 November 2016

Really tired. Must be the heat wave. Oh well. I could go to bed early. Maybe. Sorta. Kinda. Oh look, Netflix!

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Sticky night. Storms bellowing all around me. Not here yet. Dammit! The intense humidity and gathering skirts of barometric pressure waiting to take a giant shit on my house is driving me mad.

I bought plastic containers to store Crystal's books in, after she complained that she did not want them under the house. Well bloody come home then and reclaim your stuff, you wench of a thing.

It cost me $45 to bring even more clutter into my already cluttered house. It makes me feel a tad homicidal. After 1 1/2 years it's not like the books are going anywhere.

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I had a very intensely mentally activated day yesterday. I drove Dave, Nigel and Jarrod nuts with my constant psychobabble. So um. Hypomanic. Lol. I could not stop talking. I am glad I did not go dancing on the weekend but had fun with friends, laughing and talking instead.

I was so mentally supercharged, even at 2.30 am this morning that I had to take a Valium to settle myself to sleep.

Definitely going through another major shift in my consciousness and energy. But hopefully I will settle back down again. Life for me has always been a hurdy gurdy ride. I am so lucky to have people in my life who "get" me and love me anyway.

Today I am going to my favourite hairdresser to get my hair done. I will keep resting this week. Been a very emotionally intense few weeks for me but I feel clear about everything.

Life is good.

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I had a lovely day with Jarrod. He cooked our dinner. Real home made burgers. Yum!

8 November 2015

5.03 pm. Utterly exhausted. I have been in the garden again. I scrubbed my mother's hand knitted rug she made in the early 70's. Hosed it down and hung it out to dry. It has been in my laundry for weeks. Finally got round to cleaning it.

I still have my mattress topper to wash. Perhaps tomorrow. I lay on the path and played with Mushu for a while. Penny got jealous and gave him a kiss then beat him up. She thinks she is his mother/boss! He took it in good stride. She and I had cuddles too.

I am in a lot of pain. Feet are aching and arms sore from the scrubbing. All good. Rest then work a bit then rest. Sooner or later I will get on top of things.

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4.56 am sore back from cutting down banana trees and cutting them up. It hurt to dance after a while. Sore feet too! I am

Getting too old for this shit. Lucky my puppy is coming in a few months time. I will not want to be out both nights and will prefer to be home with my darling! So excited!

I am lying in the bath with Miss Sophie beside me. She wanted cuddles but almost fell in the bath water and got one paw wet so she is waiting patiently on the laundry hamper. Lovely lady!

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Hmmm the Russian guy I met on Halloween in the casino car park asked me if I were a "Whisperer". Now I know what he meant. Of course I am The psychedelic dreamer but whisper? Haha Too damn Loud and Proud for that ;-). Although I do love wild weather, werewolves (wolvish clan ie dogs) and cats.

My grandfather Antoni Patula came from Poland. Now he had powers! I always wondered where he got his training from. So did my mother. Perhaps he was a Shaman too? Or a Whisperer?

This is really interesting stuff to ponder on. None of his progeny have anywhere close to his skills. Such a shame that all his magical knowledge died with him. Imagine if he had taught Gisela and she had passed it on?

My mother was a powerful manifester, bilocater, tarot/playing card reader. She had pre-cognitive dreams. Was visited by spirits when I was a baby to warn her of calamity.

She often had a stare and would be looking right at me but her mind was off in another place. It could be quite disconcerting as a child. She also was very telepathic, in particular with my half-sister Angela.

She instructed me in my 20's that I would become very psychic intuitive in middle age. The gift grows as we age. We become Wise Women. I just thought at the time it was fiddle-faddle but I realise in the past 5 years that I have indeed become more connected. Especially to animals or birds.

I also act on divine instructions more willingly, after I was tested by being sent to the clubhouse. That was very scary initially. Things could have gone horribly wrong. But I was embraced and held in high esteem for 8 months.

After dealing with various psychopaths in the Brisbane Jewish community for decades, I had a very honed bullshit antenna and early warning system. I have never felt more accepted and welcome and safe than my time spent there.

Extraordinary people, fellow trauma sufferers, recognise a kindred spirit. I never ever fit into mainstream Culture and never will. I have learnt to like it that way. Being on the fringe or an outsider has its benefits.

A man I studied Kabbalah with many years ago, Emmanuel, a Jew from Tangiers who used to love to humiliate me in front of other students, mostly male, by referring to my vagina (for which disgusting behaviour I eventually quit his classes) used to call me a Witch.

At the time, I was rather Orthodox as I had been considering a conversion only a few years prior so I felt rather 'Frum' at the time. His insulting me by calling me a witch and debasing my genitalia brought me to a realisation.

Perhaps the dirty malevolent bastard and his henchmen were right?! It took me another decade, until my 40's to embrace my mother's heritage. Or at least to accept it.

Nil Carborendum et Bastardos! Never let the bastards grind you down!

Those who wear the black coats and black hats of Chabad and other ultra-orthodox sects have shown how wicked and corrupt they truly are by shunning adult survivors of child sexual abuses, perpetrated in their own synagogue. I would rather identify as a witch than be a member of a religious cult that has been predating on women and children for centuries. Fuck.that.Shit!

So here I am Freestyling, Free falling, freedom Loving, free of any organisation that would have me as a member! Footloose free. Fancy free. Bloody happy actually.

I lost my car parking privileges at the casino. I can't and won't gamble $100 per night to get parking. So back to the street parking or taking buses I go. It was nice while it lasted. Corporate greed. Corruption. What can one expect from a Den of iniquity?

8 November 2014

3.37 am. Home safe. Washed all the sweat off me. Feet are tingling. Might not feel them for a few days. All good.

The casino was dead, saw George briefly, then headed home. Roads are being closed down Elizabeth st. already. Hmmm! G20 stuff. Double Hmmm. I bet it turns the city into a ghost town.

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2.21 am. Just left the Elephant. Danced all night along with Berst who are just Fantastic, and my gorgeous sexy friends! Wow!

Now on the City Glider to the Casino to hang with George for a short while then rescue my car from Charlotte Street.

I am exhilarated after a great night and it's not over yet!

8 November 2010

I spent the day drifting through the day. The morning was heavy with humidity, so that was tiresome. The evening was much cooler and the low cloud density seems to have elevated. Hence my mood! A few of my close friends also felt the Low Pressure today. We all had an attack of the Blahs!

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