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In the 8th House...
In the labyrinth of the 8th house, the individual discovers her distinctiveness, concealed and forever unknowable. Pluto's influence creates tempests of psychic energy, unleashing tidal waves of prophecy, inner surgery, and occasional delusions. Euphoria becomes the antidote, mitigating the sweeping lunacy that can consume some. The 8th house manifests as a realm of between worlds, inviting descent into unconscious symbolism and blurred perspectives. Aggression, sexual compulsion, volatility, and destructive relationships erupt like a volcano. Pluto's presence makes the boundary between worlds porous, exposing vulnerability to unseen forces. Fear of death transforms into hysteria and phobia, inducing withdrawal and depressive episodes resembling death. For some, the Pluto partnership invokes profound magic, necromancy drawn from the cauldron of unconscious prophecy. Relationships turn into obsessions, a compulsive response to fill an apparent void, a split in the spirit that seems never to have been born. Self-destruction becomes routine, often without understanding its cause, prompting the individual to cherish solitude for reflection and research. In the 8th house, secrets are exposed, corruption is laid bare, and deception shattered, allowing the individual to decipher the language of the unconscious with brilliance in occult studies, mediumship, or depth psychology. Rituals, seemingly nonsensical to outsiders, become sacred ceremonies dictated by natural instinct and intuition, contributing to the individual's spiritual evolution.
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It really isn’t easy growing up sick and poc because people are so quick to assume it’s drugs. I was 15 years old having people pester me about what I was on and it hasn’t changed. My partner is white and has never had that problem and will use cannabis to their hearts content to feel better and I still find myself staring at it with a pit in my stomach not wanting to make these people right.
Something I feel like people getting into folk magic need to understand, for many people of many backgrounds, is folk magic started as a means of survival. It was struggle magic, and it is still struggle magic.
Where I'm living now and where I'm from, people planted by the signs to ensure their crops wouldn't go bad before harvesting. People used ocean water to soothe joint and muscle pains when they got old. People studied the native plants for medicine and were mindful to only take what was needed. People did little rituals and minded their grannies' words to keep their good luck. If they didn't know how to do something (or couldn't), they went to people who did.
Learning folk magic to reconnect with ancestral traditions from before your time is valid. Learning folk magic to connect with and work with the land is valid. There are many valid reasons to take up folk magic. Still, understand that folk magic is survival, and folk magic is community.
This world ought to be a whole lot kinder to nonverbal and uncommunicative people.
No one really tells you that when you're disabled, visibly or not, you'll have to get over feeling the need to apologize for everything.
You'll apologize for
Not being able to move quickly through small doors and walkways
Not being able to eat foods your friends like, make, or want you to try.
Having to ask for help.
Asking for space and to not be touched.
Needing accommodations
Being passionate about something
Being tired
Being tired when you weren't an hour ago
Being in pain
Being in pain when you weren't an hour ago
Going outside
Not going outside
Being on disability
Having brain fog
Needing medication
Not being "nice"
Using mobility aides
Asking people to simply do their jobs
Wanting to be treated like a human
And so much more
I know I shouldn't apologize for these things. It's not my fault. But, when you've been raised in a world where your very presence is an inconvenience and worth apology, it's hard to not break out of that cycle.
Don't even get me started on the underlying feeling that your partner, family, and friends are saints for "putting up with you."
I know it's a thing I have to work though myself. It's internalized ableism that I need to fix. But it sucks that it was instilled in me and now I have to deal with it.
Once I'm no longer plagued by The Tired™️ it's over for all of you.
This rings true in so many ways
I've become a morning person for the sole reason of that's when I'm in the least pain.
like yeah I just folded laundry and started a new load before 10 am, what's your point?
not my fault my brain has a pain lag. I've still got invincibility frames dude, I have to do chores
All I want to do is lay down in the dark
Being nonhuman 🤝 being autistic
The urge to bite things