Signs of the End Times

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1:11 pm

“shed”

“owl eyes” by ivri

Where it began was the moment you stepped outside

And where it landed was right in front of your eyes

The way it goes is

There's things that you were never told

Magic in your hands and bones

And treasure in the dreams you wrote

In a minute I might lose you

To the monsters in your closet

Leaking from the owls eyes

The colors of your bedroom that you left behind

Where it began was right when it left your side

And where it ended

Was with you tucked in the back of your mind

The way it goes is

There's things that you were never told

Magic in your hands and bones

And treasure in the dreams you wrote

In a minute I might lose you

To the monsters in your closet

Leaking from the owls eyes

The colors of your bedroom that you left behind

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tuesday

my outfit just happened- perfectly- silk black dress, slept in braid, yang crystals, i just looked like a movie character. the boots the purse. the glasses. everything. i love love love when this happens. outfits give me life. if i could live to do outfits all day i’d beeee happy. that and help and help heal people. design and healing. anyways.

chaotic

all was well until i left the door. nothing worked. even burned the roof of my mouth with piping hot coffee after the only uber ditched. somehow my neighbor paid for mine.

i felt compelled to let it all out that day.

it was off putting but i wasn’t scared of it. not at all.

i was empowered in my imperfection and raw honest truth.

then, the last uber

i wish i could share

but he said everything is needed to hear

specifically

“primero para mi, segundo para mi, tercero para mi, y si sobra, para mi también!”

i said thank you.

he saved me that day.

also said i was ELEGANT a lot. i love a respectful compliment.

thank you universe.

[kisxmesoft]

[naihve]

I will always reblog this

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wow

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codey would always say since we met

“see you in hell”

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it’s difficult to write because what the fuck

like putting your head into a vacuum

only possible a bit at a time without losing it

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i believe there are portals and that the reason i have always known time travel is possible is because i would experience it but its not what we think at all.

it’s like there are fractals that mirror past lives that when we connect with them seem to form a loop from which you can’t escape and inverts everything.

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i’m writing this in segments because whenever the subject comes up, dark shadows and flies distract me with a feeling of fear and discomfort.

my cat usually comes by and sits on me facing wherever it’s coming from. it’s nice.

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when i first met codey, a lot was weird. primarily that when was about to go down on me one time i saw something demonic in his place. i didn’t judge it. just loved him. i knew i was getting into a situation with someone who was a brute in a lot of ways.

i would jokingly ask if he was raised in prison because i’ve never experienced anyone so much like an animal. but it was weird bc he was like a posh refined person too. knew good brands, had good taste. he was very intuitive and thought for himself.

i fell in love with him because he was similar to me in our heightened intuition able to predict with certainty things we could project decades ahead since we were young. he found it fascinating how i could connect everything around me and i was entranced how he was just able to know how people and things worked. i wasn’t in ~that~ world but the terms found me like esp, remote viewing, psychometry, the clairs.

i just called it a broad scope of intuition since 2023.

he was difficult and painful. very emotional and uncommunicative. he got by mirroring everyone. it was frustrating. he would call me a bitch for retracting when in reality i would just not partake in much when i had to do all the emotional labor.

his communication style was inconsistent depending on who was in front of him.

when i first spent time with him it was strange but he would be very jovial and jolly with everyone and in private with me aloof and silent. it made me feel anxious.

he acted like different people all the time. he was aware at least. i figured he was just a libra

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impressing subconscious

that’s all

through ritual and timing

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it rained

at the park

surrounded by the blue circle

the water isn’t real

it’s an illusion

in the distance a reflective surface with a grid on it

sss

once again

it is time

i see again

the portal is open

and i have been using doorways as portals toward alignment

the dragon will be slayed

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i released a lot of anger today.

i also ate too many of those gummies for sex. i don’t know why i got them. i probably won’t have sex for many years. but when i have them i laugh a lot and can dance. it’s the pleasure principle of it.

regardless, i released. a lot of stuff.

it’s now 4:41 in the afternoon and i’m reading high magical.

particularly the part on meditation.

riding your bike in new york.

i realized. i wonder. and then, there are secrets.

“the hierophant never reveals his secrets”

just as well, “the high priestess never marries”

he was close to telling me. i could sense it. maybe he was like me, intuitively endowed with skill and knowledge or simply also endowed with intuition. maybe we both experienced both.

words won’t suffice but it is magical. even now. even in hindsight. i do love.

i still love him. every day for almost 4 years. that’s a lot. every single day. pouring my soul into him and him drinking it up. every day the piercing gaze in his eyes forcing whatever protected my heart wide open for him to devour it every single time i looked at him.

he didn’t hit me and it didn’t feel like a kiss.

our souls were one once and remembering was a process of becoming one another.

at least this is what it feels like. i read his posts feeling love and it almost doesn’t feel real but of course. the spell i did i only asked for him to let love in. that’s all. he wanted all of mine but stayed hidden behind distrust and hatred. completely frozen.

anyway, i will read the book about the magician with the cutt off tshirt and allow the synchronicity and the joke of it all to reveal to me what exactly was going on with that guy i met at the sixty and almost married me and got me pregnant.

every day i wish i married him and took his offer. it’s always forward, never back or else you risk falling through the very water you walk on.

i have blocked him everywhere. it makes me feel angry and it isn’t that it’s uncomfortable, it’s that it isn’t my anger. it’s an illusion that i am a victim.

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i was constantly afraid that you would leave me because of your volatility and threats

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i knew that love was shadow work

i didn’t think i would experience that

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the proposal was us walking around and you said “propose to me”

and i did

then you argued with me

what the actual fuck