🤠 Princess Anne, President of The Duke of Edinburgh's Commonwealth Study Conferences, attending the Opening Plenary of the Commonwealth Study Conference at Banff Centre for Arts and Creativity in Alberta, Canada on 4 June 2023
I’ve been experimenting w witchcraft on and off for years and I want to get better at it. I’ve been listening to a podcast abt the different aspects of historical and contemporary witchcraft (it’s through the BBC and it’s very well researched) and I used my tarot cards for the first time in years this week. It was frighteningly accurate. I went for a walk in the woods today too.
And then I saw this
That’s my name. That’s my name
It was right next to a big rock my partner and I used to play on when we were little so I asked her even tho she hasn’t lived here in two years and she said she didn’t do that. I asked my sister (who believes in ghosts/demons) and she said she didn’t do that but when a tree splits it’s a portal to hell and I shouldn’t touch the rock. I did touch the rock. A lot. I looked under it at there were only wet leaves. The split in the tree was perfectly aligned with that setting sun too. There were rocks of a similar size/color behind the tree but none had any writing on them.
How am I suppose to stand up for myself and be clear on what I’m saying when I’m constantly dissociating!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You walk into my bathroom and notice the mirror isn’t a mirror. It’s a stock photo of me that has been wallpapered onto the wall. The moment you look at it, a small goblin scrambles out from under the toilet, carrying a stock photo of you. He hastily applies the new stock photo to the wall above the vanity. You turn to me and ask “what the fuck was that?” “What the fuck was what?” I ask. You turn back to the toilet to look at the goblin, and you see nothing. You turn to the mirror, and you see nothing. You turn to me, and you see nothing. You are standing in an empty field.
do y’all ever get those moments where existence becomes fucking nauseating?
the idea of creating sounds in any way whatsoever, whether that be walking, talking, even whispering, makes me wanna fucking die.
the concept of doing anything most people would call self care makes me want to curl up in a ball in cry because it’s too overwhelming. eating, drinking, breathing, everything.
hell, even shit like showering, brushing my teeth, putting deodorant on, washing my hands, shit that not only am i supposed to be doing everyday but more than once a day (in some if not all cases)
i know this isn’t healthy, and i know most people might not think like this, but that doesn’t stop it from being true.
i honestly don’t know what is worse, i’m overreacting and nothing’s wrong get over it, or there is an issue and the only cure is to find ways to deal with it