That moment when down the rabbit hole I go, spinning and spinning caught in the flow, what lies beneath I’ll soon see, when I return will I still be me?
TMW when Alex 44 drops rhymes before you understand what’s going on and you’re like, “Damn!”
Ha ha ha ha ha! Magickal practice can often be a transformative process but can make ya feel a little nuts at times
Navigating the lunacy and bringing it back down the “normie” space is have the fun especially when the normies end up having a run in with the forces raised in ya temple when it decides to get your attention.
Ha ha ha ha ha it’s the best
That moment when you’re trying to figure out which chaotic creator god this is.
Yeah my “this shit is real moments” poltergeist activity happens when my roommates or coworkers are usually around so I’m not the only there last one was with my coworker in my work truck a few weeks ago. I went in the store and he heard what sounded like fingers taping on the floor and then roof of the truck. freaked him out just a little bit lmao.
Tmw you experiment with calling on “real/Genuine” demons and they give you this:
What the Hell have i come into contact with?
Is this some Alien Language?
Tmw you come out of a powerful Evocation of Goddess Brigid
For some reason looking at it makes me feel really content
Like “I might actually be able to fall asleep” content. Which is big for me because I can never sleep. Mind if I copy this down?
Go ahead @rin
Not a problem
Damn wtf the more I look at it I can even breathe better. It’s an odd sense of release. I expect an update if you find out what it means!
Tmw @rin expects something of you
Don’t let me down! I know you’d probably have found out what it means sooner or later.
To those, who can’t see spirits ~or not all the time:
How do i know, that those people are real?
How could i know if i’m imagining people,
or just opening myself to the reality of them being there?
Or those beings, formed from this “visual static”, which i see almost everywhere.
it feels weird to look at fotos, and to see blackness, when my own eyes see more than that
Tmw you are contemplating doing some really fucked up sex magic with spirits and you realize how just deep down in the Darkness youve gotten
TMW you post something, and 9 minutes, feel like one minute.
~Usually, its the other way around.
My sense of time, seems to decide depending on its mood, on how its going to behave.
That moment when you realize that Athena is trying to send you a message that made me sad over an octupus named Athena.
Wait, an octupus has 8 arms…
I can’t help but think about something anti-hierarchical in connection with this idea of every possibility and impossibility. The anti-hierachical makes potential out of something deemed elsewhere, and removes the urge to get “there” again. It changes the senses of longing, so what is perceived as elsewhere is also immediately acknowledged as being right here, within.
Maybe one could say, one can as I am doing it now, that time exists whenever infinity forgets itself.
I love that story. I will see if I can find more about it.