#12 12

[mama-forest-witch]

12/12

Hey friends! Does anyone have any rituals that they like to do on 12/12? I know today is big manifestation energy but I don't exactly know how to do ritual work for today.

Here's what I do know:

12/12 is a lucky day - 12 is a powerful number - there are 12 zodiac signs, 12 months in a year

12 is a completion cycle number

12/12 is a good doorway (portal) open to see what next year has in store

[yorkieeevie]

12/31 Christmas Eevie 🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🌟🎄🎄🍪🎄🎄🛍️

[danricci3]

A summary

Cas: I’m gonna die. Dean:

[gaxatar]

[perseid-haunt]

Btw only an hour after that one post, he left a brief voice message about something funny that happened and again said my name. It's like he really does take every opportunity.

Yesterday, during his breakdown, through his tears he said my name many times. I mentioned it as feeling like I'm being materialized when he does that. But I wonder whether it's the same for him. By speaking my name, it makes me realer and closer. Perhaps a sort of comfort. There was so much desperation and despair in his voice. My name has never been uttered like that before. Not even my given first name.

You pull me in to you. You bind me to you in that moment. Speaking my name like it's all you have.

[perseid-haunt]

I realized it within a day or two of meeting him: this guy is a living artwork, a living poem.

The longer I know him, the truer this becomes. Every page I flip contains more poetry and since he has added me to his pages, I have become poetry too. It's surreal. Like living in a published leatherbound intelligent creation.

I originally viewed him like classical painters did upon a beautiful woman they wanted to depict as Athena and Antigone and Magdalene. I didn't expect that as we continued to know each other, this artistic impression of him would stay. And that he would become my muse, entirely unintentionally. 90% of my poetry these days is inspired by him and idk the last time I wrote so much.

He was so excited for me to work on my viscera poetry project. Sorry dude but you really fucked that up for me. Stop levitating in my line of sight with such expertly woven light and shadow and then maybe I can look past you.

[perseid-haunt]

I've never met anyone who says my name even half as much when speaking to me and it makes me feel like I'm materializing into existence. You speak the name of a thing, you make it real. For every utterance, the spirit becomes more fleshly.

Yes, I am Leigh. That's me. I have a name, therefore I am.