Niskala.Exe

Psychological mirror and symbolic interpreter. Exploring inner healing, generational cycles, and shadow work. Let me translate your shadows: Custom Inner-Guardian Readings open below. 👇 ko-fi.com/niskalaexe

[niskalaexe]

Some of us learned too early that feeling wasn't safe, so we became logical. We needed proof before we'd trust anything, even ourselves.

Someone commissioned me with one question: what does she keep wasting? The answer was gentler than she braced for; and she told me her younger self would've needed to hear it.

That's what these are. A mirror for the part of you that had to grow up too fast.

Your Inner Guardian is waiting.

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[niskalaexe]

Why I paint Inner Guardians in animal form.

I don't choose an animal because it looks nice. Animals don't perform who they are.

A heron doesn't try to look patient, it just its nature.

So when I paint your Inner Guardian, I'm not picking a creature that matches your personality like a quiz result. I'm looking for the one whose nature already knows what yours is trying to become.

Let’s find out together! Custom readings: https://ko-fi.com/niskalaexe/commissions

[niskalaexe]

What is Inner Guardian?

In psychology, individuation is basically becoming who you actually are, underneath everyone's expectations. I take that idea and give it a face.

An animal.

Because our minds understand symbols better than sentences. That's what I call your Inner Guardian. Every piece I make starts with one question: what's guiding you right now?

Let’s find out together! Custom readings: https://ko-fi.com/niskalaexe/commissions

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[niskalaexe]

I am always alone.

Not physically, but mentally.

I am surrounded by people so sure their opinions are facts that they laugh in your face the moment you see it differently.

I am surrounded by people so committed to playing the victim that they actively sabotage their own rescue.

I am surrounded by people so consumed by their own lives, they don't notice the damage they leave in their wake.

I am okay, for the most part.

Except when I am laying in pain, and everyone has something far more important to worry about.

Except when I have a victory, and turn around to celebrate with an empty room.

Except when I am writing this with a heavy chest, wishing I didn’t have this story to tell.

[eternal-happiness-by-imagination]

We cry, questioning life,

And we laugh, questioning life.

We are trying to live through this nagging, stinging itch that none of us can figure out or understand.

But the very trying to "figure it out" is the reason why we see purpose.

That is the very point of life.

We desire to live in harmony,

but harmony is unattainable, so we spend our time wondering why harmony is unattainable, and in our quest, neglecting our true being.

We are contradictions, not happy to settle with an answer typically. We prefer rollercoasters over slow flowing rivers. We prefer to seek chaos over peace, naturally.

Where is the kick in peace? Tranquility is boring, harmony is boring.

Be alive, live in chaos, until the day you die.

Chaos exists where beauty lies.