Tanya Arons
Bio
I write about my life experiences. I write about complex ptsd, the agonies, the angst and my post traumatic growth. About Beauty, Truth and Honour and little vignettes of comfort from the spirits that love me: living and dead. I also Dance!
Stories (379)
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Memories: 11 February 2026
11 February 2026 7:22 am … 8:00 am last night (or just before awakening this morning) I had very realistic dreams of Michael and his wife Rachel West. I saw their faces, long beautiful hair, clothing very distinctly. They were both very happy and were talking to me as though we are great friends. It was delightful.
By Tanya Arons 3 years ago in Journal
Memories: 24 March 2025
24 March 2025 7:01 am awake and aware. I received some happy news during the night. Recalibrations and restitutions. So my spirit people telling me lately that “all is well” were speaking the truth. I wondered why there was a flurry of spiritual activity and interruptions during my YouTube videos lately. I am glad to get validation that I haven’t gone mad.
By Tanya Arons 3 years ago in Journal
Memories: 21 March 2025
21 March 2025 12:24 am 7:37 am Yesterday I worked on my calaca earrings for 15 hours. Then I got slammed with my gut at 3 am (which means the intense euphoric high was probably an IBS flare up! Lol!) I shouldn’t laugh actually as my body is being centrifuged out of its own self cos I keep fighting forwards!
By Tanya Arons 3 years ago in Journal
Memories: 17 March 2025
17 March 2025 Yippy Yi yo! Here we go! Swings and roundabouts! Another day in Paradise! Good Morning. It’s 6 am. Wow! Another day in Paradise. I had a better sleep. Only one pee break during the night. Hopefully that bladder firestorm is over. Omg! Exhausting and crazy making. But here is the golden light of a new day. Just lovely. Blessèd Be, People of Earth. Mama T is back on her tippy toes…strutting her stuff.
By Tanya Arons 3 years ago in Journal
Memories: 19 March 2025
19 March 2025 9:35 am. Alive. Bladder still ornery. Up for the fourth time. But slowly improving. …maybe. I woke up thinking about my beautiful little bone pointer telling me she wants me free in another paradigm. I interpreted it as she wants me dead, as I am Already “free” in many varied ways.
By Tanya Arons 3 years ago in Journal
