Oh gosh, how do I express this without sounding completely insane?
I guess that’s kind of a moot point now. I’ve already come out and said it.
Hello Tumblr, my name is Alice Hart, and I do time magic. Specifically, how to alter, and consciously travel through your Infinite Selves. (I’ve hammered out my current philosophies, details, and the execution of this technique in previous posts so check it out if you have time). I’ve been a “Traveler” for quite some time. And I’ve seen some pretty crazy shit in some pretty crazy places inside different versions of “me”. Lately, my guides have been directing me off Facebook, towards a deeper understanding of…something currently inexpressible. So I started this blog to document it all.
-I am a “they”. Equal parts girl and boy hormonely. I am also fat and potato-y in the above picture. I’m sure you’re having visions of Eggman from Sonic the Hedgehog. I do too every time I look in the mirror, rest assured. So now that we’ve gotten that number out of the way…
-I figured out how to fuck with my timeline through my devotion and dedication to Hekate. Also my desire to leave my racist, transphobic hometown and racist transphobic ex-fiance who tried to stab me when I told him it was over. That was years ago.
-I now live with my lovely partner-a sad boi music producer who’s actively studied Kabbalah since the age of six and would’ve been a rabbi if not for their heretical views-and my room mate who for all intents and purposes is a dragon. We live in Seattle and recently, moved into the house of a scientist, after we all did a “Verseshifting” ritual on New Years Eve.
-Our scientist landlord used to work for Nasa/Lockheed Martin. He is currently developing a measurement techniques to establish a bio-physical basis for quantifying magick and measuring it’s real-world effects. Because his hypothesis is that magick is NOT divorced from the physical body but rather a product of it. A natural process of the human body.
-He is also a traveler. We share techniques now. He made his house a time machine.
-Dudebro landlord knows his Egyptian mythos. His work space in the house is walls full of dry-erase boards full of math formulas. And Geometry.
-Previous to Tumblr, I used to roam around the Facebook Chaos Magic Groups. I was even a mod for one of them. I’ve been doing magic since I was 16 but after learning Verseshifting, discovering the utilization of Chaos Magic (it’s not a type of magic…its an approach to magic), and meeting my partner…I’m not doing magic. I’m becoming magic.
-Previous to Facebook and leaving my hometown once and for all, I ran away from my family’s estate. Because I was not a “girl” they locked me in a bedroom until I escaped at the age of sixteen and died. And it’s a story for another time but death didn’t stick to me. What I’ve noticed about anyone who’s good at Verseshifting…the one thing we all share is…we’ve all died. And we’ve all seen “The City”.
-I also fuck with crystal magic, sigil, servitors, practical Kabbalah, and drawing astrological events such as this Mercury Retrograde. Another thing I do is bring art to life by using my pen like a manifesting wand. The ink? The pure potential of chaos upon which all dreams, nightmares, and miracles are made of.
-Remember my fucking family that locked me in a bedroom? I recently found out that my grandfather, the architect of my suffering, died exactly 30 days after my most recent Verseshift on New Years. During that blue blood moon in Leo. Remember I said that every Verseshift before and after is heralded by great change…? Well, something this huge hasn’t happened before. Granted, he was old, but not that old. And they say his death was spontaneous. I was also diagnosed with PCOS immediately after his death and have had to COMPLETELY alter my diet.
-Changes this drastic and immediately after the ritual means the jump was a fair distance from the “me” I was inhabiting in Dec 2017.
-Last full moon, my grandfather’s ghost was on his last legs out this present reality’s door. But he just wouldn’t let well enough alone because we squared up in the dream world. I condemned his soul in the halls of Ma'at. But he took a huge chunk of me along with him…
And that brings us catched up to now. I don’t know if I still have anyone’s attention after that mad ramble but…here’s some more! Because my grandfather broke off a chunk of me and ripped it away with him into…wherever one goes after being eaten by a giant yawning void…I have been…kinda soul-searching. Blank. Even my name “Alice Hart” doesn’t fit anymore. Today someone asked me my name at Pike’s Place market and I couldn’t answer them so I said “I’m called Alice”. But am I even Alice? It felt so right awhile ago.
I went to Starbucks and they labeled my coffee “Ali-Zar”. Nobody has gotten my name wrong until now. Because I could articulate it with confidence and now it just feels fake and stagnate.
Now it’s wrong. Wrong as fuck. It doesn’t roll off my tongue confidently.
If you get anything from this post and reading about Verseshifting, then please get this: the technique has it’s consequences. It is the art of letting go. Because whether or not you want to, after you say goodbye to one timeline, that timeline is gone. And all of the narratives and situations that created it.
Hello Tumblr, my name apparently isn’t Alice Hart anymore, and I do time magic. Specifically, how to alter, and consciously travel through your Infinite Selves.
And for the first time in my Traveling career…I don’t fucking know where or WHAT SELF I landed into.
Also by virtue of seeing this post your timeline is probably weird too. Feel free to ask me questions or message me!
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