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Car Accident Phenomenon

I've heard so many stories of how people see people who aren't there and hear voices, after near fatal car accidents. Telling them to get out of the car, or staying with them before paramedics arrive.

Recently, I hit a telephone pole going roughly 30 mph. I was wearing my seatbelt, which was a habit I picked up on after seeing the spirit of a police officer standing next to two police officers after they served the stalker chasing me into the bathroom of a movie theater the RO. I had talked to the police officer afterwards to find out there were only two of them and the third had died from a car accident where he wasn't wearing his seatbelt and how he had been his partner. Ironically, the police officer gave me a little seatbelt thing to wear incase I was in a car accident or pulled over because I actually yelled, in true Boston girl fashion, "Hey, I'm autistic and overstimulated! Quit yelling at me, bro!". So, this police officer decided to give me an autistic seatbelt cover. Which there was something off about the entire interaction with them at the theater with the spirit cop, because he was unusually vivid to me.

Fast forward to being drugged on the way back from hanging out with friends, falling asleep and hitting the pole. I remember everything was white, which I'm guessing was the concussion I got from the impact and airbags going off. I heard like 3 voices screaming to get out of the car and saw someone standing outside of it. This person spoke to me through the window and asked if I could get out of the car. I go to get out of the car and I'm buckled in. The person was walking me through unbuckling myself and how to get out. I manage to unbuckle the seatbelt and this guy tells me to swing both of my legs to get out of the car, then helping me out of it. I don't remember anything after getting out of the car. But, I was told I was completely out of it. Apparently, I asked EMTs why my headlight weren't working. The nurses at the hospital told me how I was seen standing outside of the car alone when the paramedics arrived on scene, which is when it hit me.: The spirit of the cop standing outside my car was the same one from when the police served my stalker the RO.

It's possession, not schizophrenia

In certain spiritual traditions, like Santeria. It is very common for the most "autistic" person to become possessed by a spirit with messages from the other side. This would include a single spirit or multiple spirits to possess this person during a ceremony or "family gathering". This is why I personally avoid these kind of situations, being possessed and aware you're being possessed by a spirit to deliver these channellings or messages, it's kind of traumatic for someone regardless of how aware they are. Especially, since magical traditions, spirits, and other paranormal activity can be explained using science. There are multiple unclassified documents on the CIA website about how the energetic magnetic field works.

I've always been able to communicate with spirits, see them, the whole nine and it was always terrifying to me. That was until I started seeking help in Salem for my abilities. Something which is actually more terrifying, the more you stand in your power and understand your abilities is to be able to not only communicate with someone's spirits while talking to them but also my own, the less people can bullshit you. I never understood how dangerous it can be for other people to read you in Salem, MA, for multiple reasons. If someone can see your abilities and theirs are more developed, someone with enough spiritual knowledge can take it from you. As a magical practitioner who works mostly with Holy Death, the Jin, angels, as well as other dark gods and goddesses, I try to be a safe space for people trying to heal, understand themselves and help them activate them, to try to allow them to access their own abilities. Why? Because you need to follow your intuition at all costs. If you hear other people's thoughts like I can, people are awful and in a constant state of lack mentality, which makes people dangerous, as they're in survival mode.

When I started getting readings, truly wicked people would see my destiny and what I was supposed to do here so they'd try to take it from me, thinking I was too naive to understand. Unfortunately, I was more intelligent and psychic than they could comprehend. This created a major issue as people can't hide their intentions towards me, I know what's going on. That's what some of these super dark entities I work with do, as they don't allow other unhealed people to take advantage of me and that's why I try to help others grow their psychic abilities as you should be able to protect yourself in any way, you really need to and others as well.

This is why I always recommend not letting others read your cards, people can literally stop your dreams from coming true because they're jealous or want your destiny. This is my issue, I've realized in Salem, MA amongst other readers when reading someone trying to learn who they are and needed help. I've mentored other psychics and taught them to read their own cards to avoid having to face the same challenges I did, to help save them from a fate, they had no conscience decision in making as other people would try to take it from them, to feed. Also, the more you can see about the world and other people, the harder it is to exist as you're highly aware of how dark the world truly is. Other magical practitioners do not always like this as part of your own inner child shadow work is learning how to protect yourself and become who you needed when you were younger. Which is why I warn others about becoming a psychic reader in Salem, as well as just learning from others, even joining cults. Most people don't understand in these situations, predatory/unhealed people will choose the weakest perceived member to feed off of the most. That being said, it's horrible for these people to practice this behavior under the name of religion. Religion is supposed to be healing, not induce more suffering. Which is why I do my best to encourage others into hermetic spiritual practices. Why? Because no one can take anything from you, when you know the truth and walk with the divine. I feel like everyone needs to know the divine is within you and in everything else, so anything else anyone tries to tell you, it's false. It's so important to understand when something is not truth.

The Shadows betray you because they are my brothern, bruh.

Having to constantly fight off energetic and spiritual warfare against people who are too stupid to not know: I can in fact, talk to spirits. Spirits will rat people out with love spells, death magic, bad intentions, deep dark secrets, you name it, they will tell me. As it goes against my life path, my mission here on Earth as a lightworker and my free will. I am regarded as what magical practitioners call, "a natural medium", as it's not difficult for me to communicate with the dead or animals due to my emotional intelligence as well as telepathic abilities.

Fun fact: Most of my telepathy and other spiritual gifts comes from empathy and emotional intelligence after healing, in order to protect myself from predatory people.

Other magical practitioners were always terrified of my gifts, in Salem, MA, as they were "naturally" stronger than others. Were they actually naturally stronger or was I blessed by gods and goddesses in order to protect myself from these kinds of people? I really believe the latter to be true, as these people didn't understand what kind of life I had had previous to working in Salem, MA. My magical abilities always exposed predators so why wouldn't they be afraid?

I've finally realized, people should be afraid of me. Not only can I see through people, I know what they did. Some people don't understand, you can't keep messing with a hereditary psychic with roots that don't only trace back to ancient Egypt, but also King Solomon, works with spirits and is guarded by every single demon of the goetia.

I don't have a lot of respect for many witches in Salem, Ma due to how they exploit other peoples gifts for money and power. There's so much you can be doing with all that magic, like saving the world or some shit. But, nooooooo, let's steal power from a bunch of young psychic people who are looking to learn more about who they are and gaslight them when they're not native enough to allow people to steal their power from them for personal use. So, many amazing and incredibly talented psychics stay the fuck away from Salem because they know better and understand how fucking evil, some of these people actually are. I'm not, because they couldn't kill me and I know they tried. Obviously, I'm more terrifying than anyone could possibly imagine as I'm aware what they did and I survived it. It's one of the biggest reasons, I was told by the goddess, Medusa, to start calling these people out as they're fucking dangerous to other people, to everyone can survive that. But, I did and I will be continuing to try to create as many safe space as possible in order to help people heal.

Everyone knows, no one deserves to have everything taken away from them for trying to help people after surviving shit like just because people are fucking sick. Get a therapist, heal. Stop taking things from people when it doesn't belong to you.

Blink Twice if You're in Danger.

The True Reason Pretty Men Scare Me the Most.

October 2024, I worked at a haunted house.

I was putting my make up on during my 3.3 hour long prepartion ritual for my haunt performance, sitting next to one of the only people I trusted with all my personal secrets for the past 13 years. We will call her, "Beavis". Because in one of the texts I sent to her when I was fucking ripshit over the fact her friend was fucking dangerous as he displayed all the exact behavioral patterns of an incredibly deeply insecure man. I called them, "Beavis and Butthole", cause they were acting like fucking buttholes in one of the texts I sent, defending my behavior in order to keep myself safe from her friend.

So, Beavis over here. Beavis would tell all of her male, horny, gross male friends, she had this gorgeous best friend. I married one, which was a huge mistake, which almost ended with me in a body bag. A lot of Beavis's male friends which try to treat me like a blow up doll, fetishizing me and me not being okay with self serving violent male behavior has resulted in having to quit multiple jobs due to stalking, harassment, and actual violence towards me because I rejected them and they weren't okay with it. It's okay, to choke out a blow up doll until it takes its pants off. Which is weird because this behavior is not only inappropriate, it's dangerous and violating. Which for whatever reason it is a serious problem for some of the female presenting population. If we're all whores, we might as well be open about all these experiences, which make us a whore. Cause, fuck it! Let's fucking share. What's oversharing? I think that's very fucking manipulative way of saying, "I can't take accountability for my behavior and if you're talking about things I did. I could get in trouble.". It also screams, "I don't want to know I'm bad." Yeah, sorry bro. If you know your behavior is dangerous and you continue to act like that, you're an abusive piece of shit and deserve the electrical chair. I'd love to watch your eyeballs pop through your skull while the electric current fries your organs while you suffocate. Sorry, not sorry. I was raised Catholic. Jesus said to kill sexual predators and then bathe in the blood wicked. Sounds metal af, I stand with my pal, Jesus. Plus, Jesus gets it. He flipped tables then was betrayed by his besties for calling out sexual predators. You know like Epstein power people? That's what actually fucking happened. That's why they killed Jesus. The same fucking shit, so many lifetimes and stories of the same fucking shit. The secret is to know when your behavior is toxic, then apologize. Changing behavior is your first step to becoming a better person and everyone is safe here. We are all shitty sometimes and don't realize our behavior is in fact toxic. Feelings are sacred. They are what guide your intuition and the more you understand your feelings, the easier it is to listen to your heart. You always have to follow your heart and stand in your truth. You'll only lose people, places, and things not meant for you that way.

Anyway. Storytime, when I met the boy with the tin toil hat during haunt season, from my Ancient Atlantis and Lemruia Reiki Master Level class Attunement, which my spirits demanded I take. When this man looked at me, I felt this feeling in my body. I have not felt since the day, I listened to the voicemail, my ex husband left me. This voicemail, he was driving back from the psych ward, where he was taken because his mother called 911 as he tried to kill himself with a cord, which he told me I did it. Which was weird because I was smoking weed dancing to The Weeknd, in our old apartment, when the cops knocked on my door, for safety wellness check. So, I have very strong feelings about energy signatures and dangerous behavioral patterns, which calling these dudes out. It can save another person's life and I'm here for it. People give me a hard time because I like being people's friend and am a lover girl, but I can't be that because I need to protect myself when negative behavioral patterns show up. I love me and if you don't love me, that's cool. I'm not for everyone, but don't try to fuck up my life because you fucking hate yourself. Give yourself a cookie, reward yourself for surviving and doing your best. Pat yourself on the back, apologize and just do better. Other people will like you too!

So, Butthole looks at me. I feel the same feeling, and when Beavis other there, tells me he thinks I'm the prettiest girl in the room and has a crush on me, I tell her something is fucking off. Something about him does not make me feel safe. She says, "Oh come on, he's a DJ. He's super cute, and he actually really likes you.". This man is like the most beautiful motherfucker I have ever laid on. He's 6'6, his dead best friend and I have the same initials, which are fucking tattooed on his face. No one is immune to his authority and beauty. This man can get anyone in the room, and knows it. It's terrifying how pretty this man is. That's what I told his other haunt girlfriend when she was upset to find out she wasn't the only the one, he had been doing this to. Which I reply, "Listen, he is like a very, very, very tall. Very, very, very, very pretty man. With face tattoos. DUDE! HE HAD MY INTIALS TATTOOED ON HIS FOREHEAD! DO YOU KNOW HOW HOT THAT IS TO ME? OKAY, IT'S HIS DEAD BEST FRIEND AND I TALK TO GHOSTS. He said it was cute, because you're both the same kind of people with shit like that. So, It's okay, I, too, fell for his bullshit. Seriously, he is a very tall, pretty man with face tattoos. It could happen to anyone. He's very fucking hot, don't be mad at yourself for falling for it. Like, I don't allow men to treat me like that either, but he's pretty. Pretty men are dangerous, they have power, they can get whatever they want. It's okay, I fell for it, too. I honestly would have never tried to take something that belonged to you. Cause it's not mine, it's yours. You deserve to have it cause at the end of the day, just because he's pretty. You don't deserve for him to be taken from you because I think he's pretty. I'm a girl's girl."

Second day at work, after Beavis told me Butthole had the biggest crush on me, cause of course he did. I found out after he had been stalking me for 6 months prior on an old IG account cause he added me going through Beavis's hot friend list on IG and I added him back. So, I wasn't aware this man had been fantasizing about me for months prior, which is more unsettling. Knowing that part of the story, to be honest with you. Butthole decides to engage in conversation with Beavis while we're putting make up on. He's chatting away with Beavis about the purge movies and is going on and on. His ghost bestie tells me to turn off the music when he comes over to talk to Beavis, listen, and not to give him any attention. This is unless he treats me like a proper human, he's madly in love with and introduces himself to me. Sits down and talks to me. Butthole's dead bestie said, he wanted to talk to me, but he as too chicken shit to do it cause if anyone saw him do that. He would expose himself, so he went through my friend. Cause if my friend tells me he likes me but he doesn't than however badly he treats me and I mirror his behavior back, he WILL CALL ME CRAZY to protect himself from being held accountable. Which 100% what happened and why I shoot the fucking messenger. It sends a message, talk to me yourself. Be brave, I like that shit. If you like someone, tell them directly. Don't play mind games, that's fucking evil. People who like themselves don't act like that. Human lives are fucking short, bro!

Butthole finally stops blabbing and walks away. My heart rate no longer sounds like gunfire because he's afraid to talk to me directly and Beavis says, "GEE, ISNT BUTTHOLE GREAT?". Painting my clown face on I say, "Hm... Butthole isn't his name. What's his real name?". Beavis replies, "Ohhh. I don't know this real name. Only known him as Butthole.". Annoyed, I say, "Yeahhhhhh. That's not his name. What's his name?". Ghostie bestie replies, "His name? Girl, his name is C.". I say it out loud, confused because C is also Beavis's boyfriend's name and I ask, "I wonder if they have the same name.". Now, while I'm talking, Butthole turns around and fucking look at me with this puzzled look on his face and just stares at me. I turn to Beavis and ask, "Does my make up look like a purge mask?". It finally clicked and understood why he went on and on about The Purge movies. Beavis starts laughing, "Why, yes. Yes, it does.". "Well, that's fucking stupid. If he wanted to talk to me, so fucking badly. Why didn't he just sit next to me? Better, yet? Walk over to me, tell what your name is, tell me I'm the prettiest girl in the room, then give me your phone number, tell me we're going on a date, you're picking me up at this time and we're going to eat some food. We can sit in the same booth.", I say, I'm almost yelling; I was so fucking annoyed. "Listen, tell him that if he likes me. It's like super fucking easy. Just tell me you like me and tell me you want to die in a coffin or whatever. I'm like a vampire metal chick. That's the kind of shit I like. You know, he does that and acts fucking normal. Fuck it, why not? He's like my type, so I don't see an issue with anything going wrong, as long as he buys me flowers. I personally want a boombox, I like grand gestures of romance, when picking a partner. Even if it's temporary but flowers work.", I explain to her.

In the end, I did survive Butthole only to have all my social media pretty much shut down due to stalking, because none of my actual posts were about him, as they bring awareness to toxic behavior. Which is ridiculous because I was being followed by someone who was displaying high sociopathic behavior. To the point, where I felt it was serial killer in nature and terrified of this dude. I was lucky to talk to spirits because this kid's best friend, straight up said, "Nope! Not her, don't do this to her. He does this to her, IN EVERY FUCKING LIFETIME DUDE. He felt enough was enough and wanted to give me a choice this time. Do you understand how bad you actually truly are, if your dead best friend betrays you to save me from you? This ghost friend, ended up giving me his entire name incase I decided to move forward with filing police reports and a court case. He hid behind a fake name, so no one knew who he was and I didn't really know it at the time. We live in a time period, I google people's name and make sure you're not on a list, so I don't end up on the First 48.

And is why I only trust ghosts and not the living. That is why pretty men scare the living hell out of me. I don't like rollercoasters either, because I throw up when other people drive sometimes.

People don't realize how bad you really have to be in order for your dead best friend to rat you out in every way possible.

Annabelle and Paranormal investigators

I always hate the paranormal field. Having been trained by paranormal investigators, the entire field bothers me. It doesn't just bother me, it also bothers me, people try to make money off of things that are so dark, for entertainment value and greed. It can be so dangerous as the people who do this stuff don't honor it and run the risk of being seriously hurt. Demons, Satan, The Devil, whatever you want to call that energy. It only hurts people when it senses it's bad or doesn't respect its power. Honestly, I'm big fan of anything willing to stand up against abuse. Period.

I am someone who reads both the Bible and the Goetia, I believe in respecting both the light and dark. Angels are upstairs, demons are downstairs, and to be real. If heaven's upstairs, the devil lives down here with us. If we live downstairs from God, and are made in its image, like god. Theoretically, we like Lucifer would be God's shadow and kind of the devil. The devil was god's best friend, everyone made him out to be the bad guy cause he wanted to protect people from the wrath of the light of the sun when you fuck up. Cause we all fuck up. We need failure to succeed.

It is believed Annabelle, the haunted doll, killed her handler. Do you understand what that means? It means that man did not respect that doll's power. That doll's spirit saw something or he did something to upset it, to the point where it took his life.

I've met countless paranormal investigators who wouldn't know the difference between spirits and the energy of normal human beings in the same room, if their life depended on it. It says a lot about them, to be honest, on their character. Why are you afraid of a spirit hurting you? Like what did you do to them to warrant that behavior from them? I'm telling you now, spirits don't lie, demons will actually try to ruin your life if they feel like you tricked them. Spirits only get angry and do bad things when triggered when feeling disrespected. Now, if you're feeling disrespected by someone, you should fucking tell them. If they can't respect you feel that way or continue harass them after they clearly state, they're disturbed by your behavior. Yeah, no one wants to feel unsafe, it's pretty fair. Especially, as the men who handle Annabelle, these are a bunch of dudes who objectify these things for self serving purpose.

Yeah, of course the fucking doll hates you, you're just like the men who took her life. If the energy signature, registers on the same vibrational frequency as the men who murdered her. In this case, the spirit of Annabelle was a child murdered by a man that raped her, as a very small child. Not sure who he is but it was someone she trusted because she's clearly pretty fucking violent against untrustworthy people, as she knows what happens when you trust someone you shouldn't. Not listening to her intuition and to people trying to tell her they have the best intentions for her caused her death to be in a dangerous situation, she wasn't luckily enough to survive. She wasn't strong enough, so she stayed and swore revenge on these kinds of people, tp prevent them from hurting other people like herself. Who trusted the wrong people. Annabelle's spirit, it could have been any of us.

We all die and most people, their deaths are tragic and uncomfortable. Which is actually why I hated mediumship for such a long time. I hated doing it, people don't believe in their own ability to do anything and can't accept energy is eternal. Why go to a psychic to play games if you don't believe, or going to call them a liar? It's why I don't read tourists in Salem. The amount of people who would flip out when I read their future, or tell them their significant others were trash. Yeah, we are all kings and queens. I always wanted nothing but the best for my clients and wanted people to live their best lifes with the best possible outcome, We are all children of "odin", "god", "Lucifer", or whatever, and you should fucking act like it. If someone can't honor or respect you, whatever. I was raised Catholic, it's normal for the devil to crawl out of hell and grab your soul because you tormented others. You're fucking anointed, it's no ones fault but yours, to not know you're anointed.

Telepathy

So everything has an electrical energetic field, people, places and things. It’s so important to be able to recognize your own magnetic field, which makes understanding and seeing other people’s energy signatures a piece of cake. These abilities are completely easy to tap into the more empathy one possess and knowing the difference between your energy and someone else’s. Now being able to talk to spirits requires a high level of emotional intelligence. Spirits, aliens, etc, are other dimensional beings and typically communicate via telepathy. So, if you are aware of that, you then need to be able to distinguish all the different energy signatures. Then you’ll be able to understand when something is trying to communicate versus your own thoughts or feelings.

I think the fact that these things are actually proved by science is funny given how many people are like, “Oh, that’s not real!”. Yeah, if thing you feel in the woods is not real, then why are you so afraid to whistle at night? There are some bitchin previously classified documents on the government websites which were unsealed in 2020, while the world was losing their mind over the next common cold, that hold a lot of information on what I'm talking about. Or you could watch The Matrix.

It's ok to mad at god, we all fuck up sometimes.

I meditate, alot. When on a spiritual journey, a bunch of magical af shit happens. You will receive gifts, spirit animals, guides, to aid you in the quest to figure out who you really are through the messages from the wind. Anyway, this is the story about the meditation, where I received one of my favorite gods, as a guardian: Fenrir. Loki is also 100% one of my spirit ghostie brothern. That should shock nobody, cause who the goddamn fuck told me to write this blog? Loki. Okay, story time, now that Loki is happy. Loki just hates when people don't play by the rules, because the rules are important. That's why the game exists, it only exists because the rules exist. Or else it be banished to wherever like, all the really cool parts are hidden.

So, during the meditation, I'm walking through a dark enchanted forest. I see a fire breathing dog, attached to a tree and I IMMEDIATELY make a beeline to get it unstuck. Cause like WHO FUCKING CHAINS UP A DOG LIKE THAT?! Like, I am fairly convinced everyone out there in the spirit world and on planet earth is on drugs at this point because what the goddamn fuck? Who is evil enough to tie up a FUCKING PUPPY?", I'm screaming at the air, or whatever gods are listening as I try to figure out how to get this dog untangled from all the knots from struggling to get out of the chain. I heard, 'Seriously?! You really think that's a good idea? That dog eats people.". "I hate when people aren't like aware everyone knows they'e on drugs. Pretty obvious, you tied up a dog. Why would you do that if you unless you were on drugs?", I murmured under my breath, as I get the last knot out. "Or maybe you're just stupid. I think that's worse, than being on drugs. That would mean you're the reason intelligent people do drugs. Oh wow, the more you know, huh?", I snicker while the dog wraps its self around my legs. "Check that out, the dog likes me. I told you the dog wouldn't bite me. I don't necessarily think a dog here to eat the sun is the worse thing ever. If you guys weren't too busy drinking mead, or whatever the fuck you guys do up there. You'd know, if you don't kick the puppy, it doesn't become mean and dangerous, even it's said to bring about the end of the world. Which this end of the world shit, it's literally about Fenrir being set free because it's "eclipse time". The union of the sun and moon. So, what I really just hear was you basically just hate women. That's kind of fucked up. I thought you guys were gods or something? Meh, whatever. Definitely, got god drugs up there or something. These guys are on something.", I say shaking my head, walking along side my new friend, "who bites people". "Here, I have a better idea: why don't we euthanize the dog? After we abuse the ever living fuck out of it because it finally bit us back? Yeah. That totally makes sense. That's not like totally fucked up, or anything. Let's do that instead! God is wrong sometimes, huh?", I ponder while I walk completely out out of the woods and out of the meditation, with my new friend.

Ever since that experience, whenever I sleep. There's this giant black dog that hogs the bed and I used to be afraid of it. But, now I realize it's just a giant demon ghost dog.

Advanced astral planning is for adults

I enjoy protecting true friends with magic and say a daily prayer for true love, as well as protection for my true friends and family from any kind of negativity. When people have daily practices like this to a deity, the deity tells on people who you think are your friends or family. You might not know right away, but the spirit that is asked to protect them, sometimes it protect you from these imposter people. The spirit may also have you perform miracles in front of people who deny your power. You know, for funsies and shock value.

Anyway, someone I considered a true brother betrayed me badly, but this is a fun story of how the spirit wanted to reveal some of my spiritual gifts. He was working in another witch shop in Salem, MA, and his boss threw a book at him. He was texting me, telling me how abusive she was. I'm big mad ripshit, this fucking lady threw a book at MY BROTHER and text back, "SHE DID WHAT!? Please hold.".

I get a text 5 minutes later, "I FUCKING LOVE YOU! HOW DID YOU DO THAT?... Can you teach me?!". I answer back, "That is ancient sorcery. No, I will NOT be teaching you that. I should have never even done it in first place in front of you. I was just so mad. You are far too young to learn things like that at your age. You would be far too destructive and succumb to it.".

What happened to his boss? Apparently, his boss fell down some narrow stairs into a basement and really hurt themselves. Which is weird he betrayed me so badly, as he knew what I was capable of. But, whatever the Seventh layer of hell is filled with betrayers. just means you're almost out of the pit.

The Padilha

I had a reading from a high ranked in the spirit realm voodoo priest in 2021. This reading was an hour long and my spirits told me to sit there and just listen.

The priest told me all sorts of things like who I was, my ancestor spirits, my past lives here on earth. He explained what I was supposed to do here, how I was to make a living, and one other thing he mentioned was how everyone was “going to shit a brick when they find out who you are and feel awful for the way they treated you. They’ll learn the hard way, they should not have done what they did to you.”.

I look confused and say, “I’m sorry, what do you mean? I don’t understand.”. The voodoo priest goes on to tell me how this giant snake lady was protecting me and wouldn’t let them take me for collateral in the “the long bullshit egotistical witch war for power”, which is what I like to call it, in Salem. He told me I had to leave to survive what was to come from that and it would be difficult but what was on the other side would be worth it as everyone would find out who I was and when that happened everyone would bow.

Readings are kind of funny sometimes, in your human brain, at the time it makes absolutely no fucking sense. Damn, does it ever later though. I directly ask this priest, “Okay, who am I?”. He looks right me, very seriously and answers, “Darling, you’re a reincarnation of the Padilha. Maria Padilha. You’re a Poma Gira. Leader of the 144, baby!”. Now, I’ve had random people walk up to me and tell me this before. There’s something incredibly different when an ordained voodoo and Hindu priest slaps you with serious spirit tea. “You know that entity, you think she’s Lilith, she’s all red, she has horns, runs around naked?”, he asks while smiling. “Well, listen, that’s your true identity. You’re also very connected to the Viking cat lady with the chariot. Like VERY connected. You’re multi raced, you just don’t know. Your culture background was not known to you before.”.

ceremonial magician shit

I was visiting my friends home and I noticed a spirit was bugging them while I was sitting on the floor. I saw my friend go into a little trance, and he looked like he was receiving psychic information but was scared. I turn and look behind me. I see this tall imposter spirit, showing itself as Archangel Metatron. As someone who personally, works with Archangel Metatron, I knew it was that's not who this spirit was and when I turned to look at it, it RAN. My friend looks at me and says, "Oh my fucking god. It's afraid of you. It bolted. You just looked at it and was it like, 'nope'". I look at my friend and say, "Listen, I'm kind of a big deal in the spirit realm from being a professional reader. I'm like, uhhhhh.. a celebrity amongst the dead from the work that I do. Plus, I'm ceremonial magician. People who learn Golden Dawn the first time they learn as students is to light up on the astral, using middle and then go onto to learn the LBRP. It's the Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram, it banishes everything so once you're lit on the astral with the middle pillar, it's like a giant outdoor light in the middle of the summer. In the examples, it's bug but on the Earth planet, it's sycophants. You have to keep banishing and elevating until you reach a level the parasites where can't exist.". While I'm explaining this to my friend, I get tapped on the shoulder by this spirit. Turning around, it waves, then smiles. "Okay. I'll had enough of this shit, dude. You're being rude and you're pissing me off. Hey guys, do you have a knife and some incense? I'm going to do something in your bathroom real quick.", I tell them.

My friends hand me everything, I headinto their bathroom, perform a LBRP, and lock their mirror. Walking out, one of my friends has a weird look on his face and says, "That thing didn't want to leave and fought hard. I saw the word 'Home'". While the words are coming out of his mouth, my legs are feeling like I'm being hugged by a 5 year old boy. "Until well, I think a small child in here now. Feels like 5 year old male and he's hugging my legs? Like he's hugging me but he's small child and I'm a tall adult.". My friend looks at me bewildered. I start explaining that thing was a doozy, it had been following him since childhood. This thing had been attached to his family and I tell him, it was the result of his father pissing off a highly skilled and divinely protected Santeria practitioner who cursed their family with this spirit when he was young. The spirit would feed off of their misfortune which in return make it stronger and better at attacking its assigned target. Scared my friend asks, "Do... you.. practice.. Santeria?". Nervous, I look at him and laugh answer, "Uhhhh, I do in fact practice Santeria. That has nothing to do with what I did in your bathroom. That was ceremonial magic, it has nothing to do with Santeria. Yeah, I do practice Santeria. I don't have a crystal ball though. Why do you need a head washing or something? I can in fact do that.". We both laugh.

I hate CT

New England is by far one of the most haunted places in the country, especially Connecticut. I was professionally trained by Ed and Lorraine's last apprentice. They were in a paranormal group, met me and was immediately interested in taking me on as an apprentice to become a paranormal investigator as it obvious I was naturally gifted with spirit communication.

I had multiple paranormal trainings in Connecticut, I also naturally learned how to pass spirits over by opening portals to angelic realms to help lost souls pass over. Which also deeply impressed my mentors, but the things that happened to both the natives as well as the first colonists, in which their souls were trapped in spaces by the way they died were awful. Other spirits didn't know they were dead while we were doing EVP sessions, others were violently murdered and many of them were children who were told they weren't going to be hurt. Doing this kind of spiritual work, is it's very dark, you have to hold a lot of light.

I'l go into more detail later on some of the wild things that happened during this trainings and how the last time I saw my mentor. I saw a harbinger telling me to never come back and they had betrayed me and were going to get what they deserved. To be frank, I hadn't seen a harbinger before that so it was pretty terrifying to see it for the first time. I didn't understand what it was but, my mentor had seen it as well so when I get a weird vibe from them I realized what was happening. I never went back after that as I was told by my spirits not to engage in contact as they were trying to bait me into some very weird, potentially dangerous situations by lying about getting me a contract with Netflix for a ghost TV show. You think the paranormal community would be open and accepting, it's just as toxic as any other industry.

Atlantan and Lemurian Master Reiki Level III Class

So, sometime in 2020, I was browing on Udemy for random spiritual classes to enhance my abilities. Not going to lie, palm reading was hands down, the hardest to learn and you needed to know how to do to work at Hex. While looking at classes, I see "Altantan and Lemurian Master Reiki Level III Class" and I hear, "TAKE THIS COURSE RIGHT NOW.'. Which is honestly so strange to me as I've always kind of thought Reiki was a little silly to me. Not that I don't think it works or anything like that but I always understand some people get called to practice it first. Especially, as I enjoy more quantum physics energy based centered classes and as a science minded person reiki just seems campy to me.

Anyway, I take this weird as fuck course and finish all the different levels, take the test, and then you go into a video guided "attunement". When I closed my eyes, I was all of a sudden in a blacked out windowed SUV. The driver of this vehicle no joke was a dark skeleton shadow wearing an old fashioned newspaper boy hat, wearing a uniform, with no legs. I look other at this thing, I feel no fear, this entity was benevolent despite its appearance. The entity does not speak to me the entire ride down through a rural neighborhood and suddenly slows down in front of a house in the middle of the woods. There's a tall boy standing outside, wearing a bright green shirt, tin foil hat with an antenna contraption attached to it and the widest, darkest eyes I've ever seen. He looks directly at me, and I feel the most fear, l've ever felt in my entire life when this guy looks at me while I'm in the car. It's a feeling in your body, where if you've had it, you know it's time to start running. The entity finally speaks, "He can't see you, but he senses you. It's super important you see him first.. I immediately jump back into my body open my eyes, take a deep breath, and I hear, "Never forget that feeling when you saw him. That way you'l know, right away, when you both make eye contact for the first time.".

Kevin

Kevin is a ghost who approached me while I was standing outside ripping butts off my porch one night.

Staring off into the distance, chain smoking and incredibly anxious, out of nowhere, this spirit softly pushes me while I was leaning over my porch. “That was pretty rude, dude.”, I mumble, a little drunk and this thing looks shook I can see it. “Wait, you can see me?! No one can ever see me?”, this ghost starts whimpering. “Yeah. It’s a cool gift you receive when no one can see you either.”. “Can we be friends? You’re the prettiest girl I’ve pushed in a while and I think you’re really cool.”, he says with the widest smile. “Dude are you on drugs? Im convinced ya’ll on fucking good kush up there or some shit! You just pushed me, why would I want to be friends with some mean as fuck ghost bro on spirit realm drugs, who’s favorite hobby is assaulting pretty girls?”, I ask irritably. “Bahahahah. That’s how I died! Well, why not? Aren’t you kind of drunk and smoking the sheeba right now?”, the ghost boy snickers back. “Be nice or I’ll beat your ass with a lotus want. You’re fucking pissing me off. You shouldn’t be fucking with someone who can clearly see you and knows more than you. Now, what’s your name, bro?”, I’m yelling at this spirit as this point. “Okay, okay. My name is Kevin, I’m sorry. I’m be good!”, Kevin says a little horrified. “Okay, apology without changed behavior is manipulation and I’m not having it, so be good. Thank you.”, I say it, sternly.

My neighbor walks out on the porch to smoke a cigarette and asks, “Everything ok, Al? I can’t tell if you’re on the phone or talking to spirits right now.”. Super annoyed I answer back, “Just spirit issues. Thanks for checking on me. Appreciate you!”. Kristen responds back immediately, “Are you beefing with the 18th century civil war guy who stands in the corner on the porch again?”. Confused I say, “No… Wait, you can see him too?! How do you know he’s civil war guy?”. She tells me that she sees him all the time standing in the corner of the porch. She goes on to mention the first time she saw him, she thought he was a real person. She was freaked out some guy was standing in the dark corner outside my window in a really good solider costume and was trying to investigate but saw he had a real gun. So, she kind of just went back inside and kept staring at him until she realized he was actually just a very strong apparition. She planned on discussing with me at some point as she was concerned it was a bad spirit. But, when she saw me not react to it, knowing I can see spirits, she figured he was a guardian of sorts.

Kevin continues on to possess my oven light in my kitchen. Kevin loves to prank people who shouldn’t be in my house to begin with. Once, I had a male friend, he was hanging out in my house with bad intentions. I asked this friend what he wanted to do and Kevin fucking panted this dude, because his intention was to try to hook up with me. Kevin was not having it and wanted to humiliate him for acting like that. So, he’s allowed to stay here cause he's a girl's girl.

1111 101

In another previous post, I mention this spirit who visited me as a child so I wouldn't feel alone. A lot of people do not know I was a complete nihilist before my spiritual awakening and parts of my spiritual philosophy funny enough contains quite a healthy dose of nihilism. I did study philosophy as well studied the occult for the past 20 years. I reached a point where I gave up my life entirely to my spiritual practices and dedicated my life to doing whatever I'm supposed to do here so I never have to come back with started with the hearing about the twin flame journey. If youve heard of this, you know how crazy people get about it, thinking a past soulmate in a past lifetime who sold you for a bag of corn ships is your true love. Nope, they sell you out again. Learn the lesson and keep moving.

The twin flame journey is interesting to say the least. Most of the time, it puts people in a toxic cycle chasing other people, but the purpose of it is to rid yourself of all your toxic behaviors, so you know yourself completely and then stand in your truth. This soul calling is not for the weak, it's a program to expedite your ascension while on planet earth. It's a radical self love journey because only when you accept and love yourself can you have healthy relationships with other people. As hurt people hurt people. The idea is you become authentically so much yourself and understand both your light as well as darkness. In doing this, you begin to realize how to also heal and protect not only your inner child but also yourself and family. These people called for this journey are typically healers. What the twin flame journey promises when you can come into union with yourself, as well as both the higher and lower self, then will you come into union with a partner which is union between two people and "god". Once those two people meet, the love and passionate between the pair will be so great all the light from said union will mirror back into the world. The pair will then go into what is called, "ministry" and whatever these two people decide to do will inspire others. That is the twin flame journey in a nutshell.

There's a bunch of other complex yet simple stuff more related to it but it's also essentially operating on the "I Am"/"Christ consciousness awareness vibrational frequency of love and finding that within yourself so you can mirror it out to attract the same energy, so you can attract the ultimate soulmate. Now, the hardest thing about it I think is thinking you're ready for this kind of relationship when you're just not and that's okay. But, attracting the ultimate mirror of yourself, think about it. How much do you love all your dark parts and can you handle someone else mirroring it all back at you and understanding we're all the same, time is short in this human experience, and we all will leave this earth and our mortal shells will return to the earth sending our souls back to their origins.

Now my twin flame, he died. He couldn't handle earth. I'm not even mad, on any level. People ask me, "But Al, are you fucking ripshit you went on this journey through space, time, cracking the matrix code only to find out this guy couldn't handle what he had to do to meet you on the mortal realm?". I tell them, "No, the twin flame journey is about you, not anyone else. Plus, I understand and he did keep his promise. It just wasn't ideal. I only ever knew him as a ghost, I never met him in his recent reincarnation and it wouldn't have mattered, as he wouldn't be able to reach me on my level anyway. To be honest with you, he can always come back as an animal or even my child. If he wanted to. So, it's really whatever. Once you realize someone can love you that much, you stop worrying about that stuff cause you know it exists, if that exists than anything else is possible as long as you believe. This spirit came to protect me on halloween when I was alone and just wanted to make sure I didn't hurt myself when I couldn't handle it, when no one else believed me. That means more that anything else anyone has ever done for me. He made sure I felt safe when I didn't think I would make it. I could never be mad at him. But, the real magic of the Twin Journey is anyone can be your twin flame once you're vibing on that frequency. So technically, even tho I met my 'twin'. It doesn't actually matter anyone can be your twin, when you exist on that frequency. There are also things like fated events and that's a completely different explanation.".

Always got to listen to the ghosty boys

I was kicking it with one of my friends today. We were talking about a party we had all gone to and one of my friends asked me if I got sick after eating food at the party. These friends make me feel safe to express myself fully with my abilities, so the conversations we have about spirit communication is very candid.

My friend looks up and asks, "Hey, did you get sick when you ate the food at the party? Random, I know.". I answer very casually, "No, my spirits told me not to eat the food at the party.". He looks very surprised and says wild eyed in disbelief, "They told you not to eat the food!?". "Yeah, they said not to eat the actual food. They said, the drinks, the cake, cookies: All the sweets were fine. But, not to eat the food." He exclaims, "Wow. These spirits really know their stuff!!", then asks again," They tell you things like that?". I reply, "Yeah, they are constantly chitterchatting and talking. I don't disclose I talk to spirits unless I feel pretty safe talking to you or I'm told to tell someone and then if I feel comfortable with you I'll tell you what the spirits said. I didn't know the food would make anyone sick, if I did know I would have told you. I kind of assumed they told me not to eat it because I wouldn't like it or something like that. I didn't actually know that until you just told me. I just listen and do whatever they tell me to do cause I prayed for it. I don't really ask questions. Sometimes, it's like literal divine intervention. So, I always just follow instructions.". My friend looks at me and says, "Hm. That's so interesting. So, they'll just tell you everything?". I explain, "Yeah, spirits are pretty cool. you just share some offerings with them and then once you're friends. You know you can ask them for stuff like that. Bonus points, if you treat people the way you treat things like demons. Demons are awesome. They don't work for free. You have to be transparent, give them some offerings, treat them with high honor and respect their power. Demons can be tricky because if you don't treat them correctly they will not work with you and can cause really horrendous consequences approaching them improperly.'.

my friend, PC. part I

In 2021, while working in Salem, Ma as a psychic a young man came into the shop and immediately upon seeing me starts talking to me about life. His energy was very sad, I could see his aura was dim and his soul light shadow was hanging on by a thread, begging to leave his body. I listen to him talk, he was with some family as well as friends, he was speaking about some heavy life philosophy topics and told me he believes in psychics as well as magic. PC told me he does because he had a dream about me and the things I'll do on Earth. He saw I was holding a Golden Dawn: How to do ceremonial magic book, a lotus wand, and a turquoise Hathor pendant. He told me I needed all of those things for the work I was to do for humanity on planet earth and bought me all the things I was holding in my hand. I look concerned and said, "You don't have to leave. You have a family, please reconsider your plans. I know it's bad, but you don't have to leave. You have a family.". He gives me a giant hug and tells me he can't and I hear a woman whisper, "He misses me too much. He needs to come home. I know you want to help him but there is nothing that can change this man's mind. He wants to go home.". We both start bawling our eyes out and he tells me, "It's too late for me. Not you. You see this book I just bought you? You're going to teach yourself so many things in this book that are going to help people. You are going to heal and save so many people with your gifts. Please, understand you can't save me. I had a dream and saw all the things you're supposed to do here. I know who you are, I know you saw my mom too, so I'll see you later. When you really need help.". PC added me on Facebook and told me not to hesitate to ask him for anything. He also told me if I needed to buy anything, to let him know immediately. Time was short. A few days later, I wake up to a million Facebook posts about PC's passing and felt so weird as I never knew him personally but I had this very intimate magical experience with him. We're ghost friends and sometimes I tell cannabis industry people this story but I typically don't because PC will alway just say, "Don't bother. You really think people in the cannabis industry are going to be really chill, cool, opened hearted people. "Vibes" people and it's just an illusion. These people are fake, shallow, self serving people pleasing shiteaters. Can't cast pearls at swine.".

Halloween - the night my childhood ghost bro came home

I was visited by a little ghost boy with dark hair when I was young. He’d always come to visit me on Halloween, around the age of 9. Our last Halloween together, he told me he was going to be going away but when he’d be back, I would see him again, and when that happened. I would have full control of my psychic gifts. I always just thought I was insane.

My Halloween, last year. It was pretty bad. The year before, also bad. I almost had a heart attack from being ruffled in bar, so it's really not my favorite holiday. I was an actor at a haunted house last October. This customer grabbed me, then kissed me as a fear reaction. Which completely freaked me out, then I was very obviously groped by a rando guy laughing at me telling me not to quit my day job. Not to mention, this guy at work was crushing on me so hard, he dressed up as a knight. Had someone walk by me and say, “Hey, don’t you typically dress up as the crow for Halloween?!”. This guy looks right at me and says, “Yeah! But, I thought this was pretty cool this year!”. I also thought it was adorable as I had shared with him what had happened to me in the weed industry. Since it financially fucked me so hard after being stalked, harassed, and shamed for speaking out against the fact this shit was actually happening to me. I thought this was also, “Pretty cool!”, until I went home. I found myself hysterically crying myself to sleep, realizing all the interactions with guys that day were abusive as well as toxic af and no one believed me. I was also had an ankle injury and was in so much pain, I couldn’t stop crying. It was too much for me.

I hear a spirit ask my room guardians if he can walk into my room. I hear Lilith say, “Yes. Come on in!”. I immediately sit up, trying to process seeing this tall ghost kid, with glasses and blonde hair, which had previously been dyed blue, sitting cross legged like he’s a sub or something, underneath my altar to Lilith.

I say, “Ok. Who the goddamn fuck are you and what the fuck do you want?”. He looks at me and says, “When you were young, I would visit you on Halloween and Beltane every year. I promised you, you would see me again on Halloween, here I am! Keeping my promise! I’m actually the knight in shining armor! Uno reverse, bitch! I’m sorry, he did that. It was mean. He’s very mean. I’m glad he didn’t contact you. You dodged a bullet. I see you as a sister, so I'm not here to make you feel uncomfortable, in anyway. I'm here to provide soft masculine energy and protection”. I think about it for a second and say, “The Halloween cartoon movie, with the little spirit boy? We’d watch it together? That was real? I’m just not traumatized and having a mental breakdown where I am hallucinating due to being under too much stress?”. “Sorry boo, nope. You’ve been seeing ghosts your whole life! Traumatized? Yes! Crazy? Unfortunately, no. I didn’t want to leave you and had to spend some time on Earth for awhile. Dear fucking god, is Earth hard, I’m so proud of you though! Look at you! You followed the directions and your intuition! You found me and now I’ll never leave you again! The plan was to meet you on Earth to surprise you but, I kinda fucked up.”, the spirit says looking down at the floor, ashamed. I lay back down staring at him, in shock. He looks at me and says, “Now, you’re exhausted, you’re in pain, scared and hurt. We’re going to play a game like we used to on Halloween, it’s called: you go to sleep and I watch out for the dark ones. I’m sure you remember it.”.

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