the notes of a psychic red path fae witch. see above image as reference for the great split in our understanding. (image I found that fits; from Maya Luna) Foundational Beliefs: Fae = original inhabitants of earth. Humans = people from the stars Civilization : is not in harmony with the earth, causing a lot…

even the opinions of those I look up to now have to go through filters. absolute power corrupts absolutely. cause its not natural, its not reality. so no I don’t care that you can’t see me join the list of people that cant already

why do I prefer older women? what is it about them, that sends my heart fluttering my thoughts endlessly wondering… about her. they say all the beauty is in her youth but this just doesn’t even feel close to true. she only just begins to touch the surface of her gorgeous with her first grey…

maybe the only way to ‘save’ this world Is to stop using its tools. instead… slowly we abandon the mind logic, thinking, for instinct. to let the wilderness of our uncontrived human nature, take back over. no more attempts at controlling it. it will be messy. like when mother nature takes back abandoned houses, cities…

when I make art, my priority is not on how it will be received… I think this is a key difference between the majority and me. both have there purpose, neither are worthless. mine is just to stop focusing on how i’m perceived and to zero in, on what I am truly seeing.

worship me or die I don’t want you to try to humble me. if you don’t find yourself immovably obsessed then please don’t waste my time or my breath. cause the way I can love you, kings once raised war to win.

its like a desperate sprint you must trust your instinct. the mazes of logic, will take it. tear it all off with your teeth. cut into your heart and bleed. run, run as fast as you can towards that low hum Illogical, but felt. a lineage every day logos attempted to erase. rearranged, given a…

they think our girly worlds of pink and lace makes us brainwashed, unaware of the real feminine face. but… in our pink, beautiful scents, and obsession with shoes a secret place, just for us, just for women exists just for me and you. a secret garden planted with irrational aesthetic choices and an unspoken sworn…

I always felt like there was something wrong with me I craved love but needed freedom more. Wanted stability but played among chaos with utter joy for the cost I knew there was something in there we all forgot I’d try to cage myself, to be polite, to be good but the girl shaped monster…

I’ll go ahead and say it Jesus Didn’t Die For Your Sins. But telling you he did sure makes you sacrifice yourself so I’d say the agenda worked perfect. Jesus Was Killed For Speaking Truth he didn’t die for you. you think he wanted that? that enlightenment lives in martyrdom? that somehow freedom lives in…

I tried to believe I was crazy, I wanted it, more then anything, please please don’t rip me from the land of make believe. I’d whimper, i’d kick and scream resisting what was best for me. I didn’t want to see my power, my ability cause that means theres so much more evil then we…

you feed me my deepest insecurities like a slap in the face Its clever and I see genius in the way your evil curates and it will work on everyone else. so take that to someone who needs help. someone who still puts there worth in others mouths get the fuck lost take everything I…

ah, there she is. I lose myself in this world. but when i’m on my own I always know what to do, where to go the magic flows uninterrupted by others disbelief

what is it? I think it will be revealing itself to me more and more over time, but for now I think its time to share what personal experience this phrase is coming from. basically, I was once deeply shy, would not dance at parties, didn’t wanna look people in the eye, I felt so…

I am an introvert  if she was raised by extroverts. I know the dance  It even comes out of me in certain environments  but eventually  I am going to peel myself away from humanity  pluck myself into a nook  and write  I will billow smoke and laugh maniacally crying softly in between  my inner world…