Jive Bunny Magick Abalone Shell

Abalone Shell

Description

Abalone shell is known for its properties of peace, beauty and communication and is particularly good for those under the water signs of Cancer, Scorpio and Pisces, as well as Aquarius. Abalone shell's affirmation is, "I am beautiful," and it can help us on our path to find and to own our own inner beauty. It is thought to help with issues of the body, specifically to making our hearts stronger and providing detoxifying benefits. If you have been feeling low energy, or as though you need to better speak to what your heart is feeling, wearing abalone shell, or having some close to you can bring a calming presence and bring about a more peaceful energy. Abalone Shell's primary chakra is the Solar Plexus Chakra, so focusing the crystal on that specific area when performing meditation or chakra healing can bring further balance to your system.

Who doesn't love the beautiful abalone shell with all it's magical powers. My mother owned an abalone coffee table in the shape of a surf board that she fell in love with many years ago and to this day my sister Sherry has it in her living room in all it's beauty. I use my abalone shells for burning incense like sage in ceremonial rituals like the native Indians have done throughout the ages.

The Jive Bunny believes in magic crystals and stones the Abalone shell is for it's beauty and strength.

Remembering how bad it is to Work

Hi, I am the Jive Bunny and I am an Artist, but I have had to work at so many different jobs to survive and I even dream about how frustrating it can be to work in a place where nobody knows what they are doing. I still want to work at the age of 66 but I know I would have a hard time in the workplace because of all my past jobs. I was given the job to sell gold and silver last night in my dream and I spent the whole night waiting to be trained, and in the very end I missed the training.

My supervisor from the Thomson Gallery always haunts me in my dreams. Bill Stephens would be 76 now and when we started the Thomson Gallery in September 1989, he was my supervisor because of my age he made me his assistant. I guess it was sexual harassment that he would watch me on the CTV monitor and make the comment that I had a lovely profile. Or replay the tapes to watch my son and ex husband entering the gallery when it first opened. The Me Too age had not started back then
and bosses could do whatever they wanted. I could not fight the fact that I loved working for that gallery and it was the best job I had besides selling gold and silver for Deak Pereria in the 70's and early 80's. What can I say I worked for 8 years with this awful man and finally when Kenneth Thomson sold the Hudson's Bay Company in 1997, I was let go. I did sue the Bay for wrongful dismissal and finally received a severance pay, but Kenneth's Thomson's secretary later sued him for millions because she worked in hazardous conditions with his collection on the 19th floor of the Thomson Building on Queen Street, claiming she was always sick because of the collection that is now housed in the Art Gallery of Ontario. There was a haylon tank in the gallery that would have released a gas if the gallery was under threat of fire, but there was a flood in January 22, 1994 in the gallery when the pipe burst in the 19th century gallery window and water poured out onto Bay Street.
I was called by security and with my son I stayed in that gallery all night while the pipes were fixed and I was given a commendation from the HBC CEO and Kenneth Thomson. I was so dedicated to that collection. When I was let go in 1997 it broke my heart. It just proves nothing lasts forever but the Thomson collection hopefully will at the Art Gallery of Ontario. Kenneth Thomson was a delight to know and work for he was the richest man in the world with a generous heart but very frugal with money. He passed away at his office in 2006 at the age of 83 still working at a job he loved.

I went on to work at various jobs mostly call centers, and retired when I was told I had cancer in 2015, and now at the age of 65 I have breast cancer...so my working days are over.

My job is trying to help others cope with their problems and this way I help myself. The money sucks on OAS and CPP and rent takes most of my money. In the meantime I will write about my dreams and my hopes like a good Jive Bunny would.

Sweet Dreams!

The Eagles

https://youtu.be/g9bMFUadjuA

Saturday Night Dreams of Elephants

Hi, I am the Jive Bunny and I am a dreamer. Last night I had a dream I had an elephant to take care of . An elephant in a dream means for you to recognize the qualities of patience, long memory, strength, and fidelity. In the more esoteric sense it signifies radiant and glowing wisdom.

Well in this dream I was in my home in North Bay and my Mother Ollie was there. I can't remember how I found this elephant but I know it lived beside our house and would escape and run around our neighbourhood and my Mom and I would chase after this elephant and bring him home again.
The elephant fit into my arms and I carried him home...then to my surprise the elephant turned into a lovely woman who became my friend. I felt happy that I had a very special friend. Then I awoke and felt better because I had made a friend that used to be an elephant. The meaning to this dream according to the Jive Bunny is to love every living thing and take care of the ones that are unable to take care of themselves and you will be awarded with friendship. Life is too short to worry about everything and with the natural disasters we all face today we must take care of each other in order to survive.

As a child, I gave my first stand up essay talk in grade six about elephants and found them so special and interesting as animals. We must learn from the animals as they have been around a long time and we are also animals of the human kind.

So write down your dreams like I am doing; they all have special hidden meaning to solve our everyday problems.  The Jive Bunny will always be a dreamer!

Living with Cancer with The Jive Bunny

Hi, I am the Jive Bunny and I have breast cancer for over one year now and this is how I am coping.
What is cancer anyway.  Cancer is a family of diseases with a wide variety of symptoms often described as an abnormal growth of cells...any cells...in some part of the body producing tumours or growths, while others are blood-borne, like leukemia. Cancer affects women, men, children and mostly in the elderly. The food we eat, our genetic makeup and the environment we are exposed to all impact the risk of developing cancer. . one in two will be diagnosed  with cancer in their lifetime so we are fucked.

I am sorry but I am not dealing very well with cancer and now a year later I take pills for my 100% estrogen and anti-depressants because I knew I had cancer years before. Most of my family on my Mother's side are gone and Father's side as well. My sister  Patsy passed away of lung cancer at 52 and my Mother Ollie passed away at 81 of liver cancer. My best friend Barb at the age of 59 died of ovarian cancer and I was with all of them when they passed. That is why I take anti-depressants.
Now every time I think about someone in my past I find out they have cancer too or passed away from it..

So now I have no money because I gamble online and never go out, my cheques are late and stuck in the mail because of mail strikes. I have been selling Avon for seven years now and I can't afford to pay my bills. The Avon box is stuck in the mail because of the Canada Post mail strike too.  If I received my cheques that would be nice and I would never have to worry again. So I have cancer, can't afford food, and I enjoy sleeping all the time. What a life!

The Jive Bunny is a survivor and does have hope; but if I won a few jackpots or a lottery that would make life a whole lot easier. So I read my Betty Crocker living with cancer cookbook and wish I had the money to buy groceries. I have worked all my life and have never been rich but did work for the richest man in Canada Kenneth Thomson (1923-2006) watching over his private Canadian art collection that is now in the Art Gallery of Ontario.  I know my time will come and I'll be Knock,

Knock, Knockin on Heaven's Door and they will say you can't afford to get in!

So Bob Dylan if you want to send me that suitcase go ahead because I need the money but if you want money from me you are barking up the wrong money tree. I know this blog is depressing and that's why I take anti-depressants. The Jive Bunny will always be rockin and rollin like a Rolling Stoned out bunny rabbit.

I have no money honey

Hello,

I am the Jive Bunny and I talk to Bob Dylan, Dylan Bob on Facebook. went to Westlake High School and lives in Lake Charles Louisiana USA. Now I talk to him on Messenger without Facebook.
He gave me a cell number coming from New York near the World Trade Center and made the request that I receive a suitcase with millions of dollars worth of papers and 70,000 in US funds.
I gave him my e-mail address and home address and said OK.

I received an e-mail from a Gibson asking for the deposit details that Bob had given me on messenger
Deposit number, sort/clearance code/ deposit certificate number/ description was 1 briefcase depositor Bob Dylan. (Gibson japhet) On November 5th, 11:23am I declined the offer but still chatted with him because I just did.
I have been gambling on Playolg.ca since February 2018, since I am homebound with breast cancer and I have lost all my money...no money honey. I am living on nothing and it is scary.
But the Jive Bunny has been dirt poor before and a scam or two made me poorer...Bob Dylan Fuck Off. I can not give away any money as I have no money to scam. All my accounts are no longer in the plus and in the negative. I don't seem to be able to hang onto the little money I get on Old Age Security and CPP each month and it's all gone.
Imagine the fires in California has taken away so many homes and lives with people missing. No homes and here's hoping they still have their money to rebuild.  At least I still have a roof over my head and I live in Toronto; snowfall has replaced rain. Fire, Flood, and weather has taken it's toll
on this planet Earth. We must stop the global warming. God has nothing to do with this it is Mother Nature.
So in the meantime, I live without money not by choice,

but just because I am not good with savings
and have a severe gambling problem. My life is in question and I worry about all my artwork and stuff being on the street. So like a Rollin Stone in the complete unknown without a home of my own.
I will listen to Bob Dylan's music Tangled Up in Blue, Knock Knock Knockin on Heaven's door cause I have no money on this earth honey.

The Jive Bunny

My First Year Living with Breast Cancer

Hi,

I am the Jive Bunny, and I have breast cancer since I was diagnosed on March 27th, 2017 from a mammogram on March 14th, 2017. When I think back to that day, I was really not surprised. I was told I had breast cancer 17 years ago and I remember having a cyst drained by an older woman doctor at Woman's College Hospital, and that seemed to do the trick.
In 2014, I was bleeding and was told by a young Chinese doctor that I had endometrial cancer; so I had a D and C in January 2015 and that was that. The Chinese Doctor told me that they took out a large tumour, but it was not tested for cancer like my breast biopsy that I had on March 27, 2017. It was now or never.
The women doctors I had were fabulous starting with the biopsy on the same day as the diagnosis.
A series of tests were performed in April at Woman's College Hospital, Brac1 and Brac2 test because I was newly diagnosed with breast cancer and I had Jewish genes from my father Abe Joseph.
My lumpectomy operation was on April 26th at WCH; at that time lying on a stretcher waiting for my operation, I was called and told I was normal for the Brac1 and Brac2 test. What a relief that was!
My sister Linda told me to ask for medication and I did. When I was all hooked up I had to go pee,
and the bedpan did the trick. All I remember is saying to the nurse I wanted to be in Scotland, and I woke up with my lovely son beside me. WCH is only open till 6:00pm and I was the last patient to leave that day. By the way, I had turned 65 on April 9th, so I made it to 65 and now had cancer.

May was a blur and my first visit to Princess Margaret Hospital. I could not believe how crowded it was when I walked in to visit my oncologist on the 2nd floor. I was talked into a new form of chemotherapy and my tumours were sent away to Redwood, California to see if I qualified with 500 others with the same cancer and this would cost $10,000.00. I had never travelled to California and my tumours did. I was lucky I applied for the Ontario Drug Benefits so my drugs would be covered.
It was like buying a car or taking a vacation that I could not afford when I found out the cost for cancer treatments, I guess I was lucky I qualified for the new drugs and I started chemotherapy June14th on the 4th floor of PMH; four chemo daycare sessions three weeks apart.

 The Grastofil (is a man-made protein called granulocyte colony - stimulating factor (G-CSF), which is made using the bacteria E. Coli. ) injections for seven days after each chemo were the worse, with side-effects like bone, joint and muscle pain, fatigue, headache, loss of appetite, diarrhea, cough, sore throat, elevation of liver enzymes and reduction of platelets( cells involved in clotting) which increases the risk of bleeding or bruising.
I did go to the hospital by ambulance once when I injected myself in my side which could have caused spleen rupture, serious allergic reactions and ARDS ( a serious lung problem called acute respiratory distress syndrome). I was told to take two Tylenol and to go home.
I still owe $50.00 for the ambulance. I lost all the hair on my body and bought a wig for $500.00 with money I had won at Fallsview Casino in May. I won 20 jackpots there in May and June to help pay for my cancer. Momma needed a new wig!

I think I know every cure for every side-effect using drugs and I have all of them because I had every side-effect that there was! With the blood tests I knew every abnormal red and white blood cell and I had no immune system. Thanks to the breast site group website for UHN Princess Margaret Cancer Centre I was able to track all my results; I was able to call the nursing supervisor and I did on a few scary occasions.
I rang that bell on August 27th for my last chemotherapy daycare treatment and then I started radiation for 16 days till October 23rd. Chemo daycare started again in November 4th, 2017 and the next chemo daycare is May 5th, 2018 every 6 months.

 I am taking a pill called letrozole (Femara) for treating hormone sensitive breast cancer in women after menopause because I am 100% estrogen. These pills have side-effects as well, but they are supposed to help my type of breast cancer.

So that has been my year living with breast cancer. I am tired all the time and am collecting wigs now with the retirement money I have from OAS and CPP. I have a roof over my head and a few good friends and sisters for support and of course my wonderful son Josh who is my best supporter through all this.  My treatments will continue until I can( kick this breast cancer to the curb) as my Great-Nephew Jake Sullivan says with good nutrition and plenty of exercise. A positive attitude helps and knowing that you have support when needed helps too. My 65th year has been one I will never forget. Remember to listen to your body and visit your doctor for regular check-ups...we have all lost relatives and friends to cancer and cancer can be cured if caught early enough. Love your friends and relatives because we don't know how long we have!