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Happy Christmas everyone.
I have finished the first chapter of my story.
I want to say this isn't really a Star Wars fanfic. Although if you are a Star Wars fan you will enjoy it.
This is a love of storytelling and how it can change how you see the world. And the power that comes from seeing things differently. Especially in a world that runs on propaganda.
This is the roots of what artists and caretakers through the centuries have done. Tell stories to combat war, hate, and anything that people with way too much power love to control. The narrative.
Because war and violence makes you feel nothing. They want to make sure you don't use your feels. Even though that is where truth lives. The only reason it feels like it isn't true because your emotions have been weaponized since birth.
This is a story of a Trickster who has a conversation with a villain. It is a modern version of what the Christmas Carol was doing, but in actual practices of deradicalization and ideas that break ideology.
Narrative therapy has roots in indigenous practices of storytelling that many around the globe still practice to this day.
This is dedicated to the caretakers, the artists, the storytellers, the people who love people and want love in return.
People who are different, who never was going to fit in and became themselves and loved yourself proudly anyway.
People who had to teach themselves love.
The ones who have never been seen, who use to believe in something and hope died with it.
This is for people who have loved ones lost in propaganda, in a story of lies and do not know how to reach them.
People who are alone, people who still practice compassion even when you run dry.
The people who helped even when they felt like they had nothing to give.
The people who helped me when they too had very little to give and gave anyway. ❤️🩹
The people who do not care where you come from and still greet you with warmth and want to listen to their stories.
People who see the truth and still hold it with care.
People who learned they harmed and hold the truth with reverence rather than dismission.
People who are lost and need grounding.
For the neurodivergent community that has always been there unseen, their lived experience not believed and learning to finally not give a DAMN what others think about it. 💚
To anyone who has planted seeds of hope everywhere you go.
And for everyone who shows up everyday with an open heart.
Because you know there is still good in this world, and it is worth caring for. ❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🤎🩷
Happy holidays and may the New year bring you hope.
Enjoy my story, follow so you find out the next chapter goes out and donate if you can, I would really appreciate it
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