Last Sunday, I was at Witch-N-Bitch in town and I was explaining why I wanted to become insane on my birthday. I want to drop all of society and every silly, frivolous inhibition I have. I figure that the day I turn 18 will be a very nice day to finally do that because I'll be dropping everything from my parents and childhood.
Uncle Ac brought to the conversation a point that is marvelous and makes me even more excited to go insane: If I have lost all of the world's rules of how things supposedly are, I can create much easier, therefore adding more power to my spells. I'm kind of using my own words here, but I think I am transposing what he spoke pretty much correctly (if it's all screwed up, you're welcome to correct me, Ac).
Imagine. If I truly become the insane I wish to be, a table will no longer be real. A piece of popcorn is no longer real. This means that I can say, "Okay, so THIS is how I want things to be. This is now how things ARE." I can create my own universe.
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Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Night of Terror
Okay, so I think I mentioned before how I did a real nice Samhain ritual and how a few days before then, I kept getting little premonitions. Well, truth be told, when those started, right before Samhain, something had changed. I keep seeing things. Out of the corner of my eye. Usually just startling me a tad, they mostly seem benevolent. No biggy, yes? Right. So tonight, Mom and I walked together into downtown, spent some time at the all-night cafe, enjoyed ourselves. Near the end, before we left to walk home (30 min. walk), I got real sleepy and just kind of zoned out. It was about 2:15am or so when we left. All was well as we passed the town clock and I 'pentacled' myself, still fine when we passed Memorial Park. But as we started walking right past that, I saw something. Not a big deal, yet. I'm freaking out as I type this. So we continued. We walked through the parking lot of the Bad Building (a building housing a brotherhood ... it has a demonic feel to the place), crossed The Bridge (not certified safe), started walking the trail. Once we got past the gated boundary of the building's property, I kissed one of my guardian trees as thanks for safety and, at this point, we were enjoying ourselves and chatting. We crossed the street to the next trail and I was showing her where certain things happened in this one dream I had had a while back.
In the dream, Mama and I were walking the trail at night. Our friend, Clara Luna (doggie), was walking with us and we told her to go back because it wasn't safe. Like ... spiritually unsound. She finally ran back to town. We continued and I don't really remember what happened next. Nothing bad, but there was a bad, forboding feeling to it.
So we continue walking ... I keep seeing shadows (you may say, duh[!] it's night[!]), but they move. And Things are popping up and I am FREAKING OUT. We pass this one part of the trail where there's a sewer thing above the ground, raised by this cement pouring. I see Mama and I's shadows pass on it and I grab her arm, because at this point, I almost can't take the fright. By the way, the other shadows aren't Mom's and they aren't mine. I tell her kind of what is going on. It is a BAD feeling. We keep walking and I just want to burst out crying and run as fast as possible outta here. But I keep walking with Mom and trying to shield as best I can. We cross under the bridge for the highway and I am still seeing tons of shadows. As we continue walking, Mom informs me that her entire body, but especially the backs of her legs are getting chills.
We are at the Faerie Park and the faerie mound is in sight. I feel like breaking out in a run. But I walk at a steady pace, instead. Right as we reach a split in the sidewalk and stay on our path, the Thing behind us, following us, stops. I can feel it. It kind of fades as we walk farther away from it. But then a ... almost a probe is sent out from it. I can tell that what is following us now isn't IT, but it is still a conscious watching. I tell Mom to hold on as we reach the faerie mound. I walk up onto it, into the circle of trees of the grove and lean against one tree. I'm just shaking like a leaf, tearing up. But peace pervades right away and I walk between a 'doorway' of trees and the faerie 'shield' stays with me. I can still feel the Thing back there, but I feel safe and confident now.
Mom tells me she felt it, too. We continue and as we cross the next street, the Thing stays behind. I feel safe now. We go home.
Boy, oh boy, was that intense!
So now, I'm sitting here, typing this. I can feel ... the back of my neck is cold. I'm facing away from a window in our laundry room. Th- Okay, nevermind. There ... dammit! Okay, well, there WAS a probe watching me, but I was okay. Then as I went to type that, it went away and when I went to type THAT, it came back. So indecisive, eh? Ha.
So anyhow, I was trying to figure out what could be going on. Two things. There is Something right on that second trail that I can feel all the way here. I felt it last night, but not as strong. Tonight, I'm sure it's stronger because we went into its Territory. Speaking of Territory, it got me to thinking. I just explained to the 'probe' that I realise now, that the trail there is It's Territory at night. Between dawn and dusk. I didn't know before. East of the Mound/Grove ... that's my Territory. West is Its. I will no longer go west of the edge of the grove, unless I'm on the busy road. I'll stay out of the Territory at night. And the Thing is allowed to visit my Territory, but tonight it must go or I will be pissed. Well, it went. We have an understanding now.
All is well.
Blessings and Peace.
I apologize to the Thing.
(Note: Sorry it's a bit long. And I don't want to re-read it tonight for edits, so I'll do that later. If there's a typo or something, I'll fix it soon.)
In the dream, Mama and I were walking the trail at night. Our friend, Clara Luna (doggie), was walking with us and we told her to go back because it wasn't safe. Like ... spiritually unsound. She finally ran back to town. We continued and I don't really remember what happened next. Nothing bad, but there was a bad, forboding feeling to it.
So we continue walking ... I keep seeing shadows (you may say, duh[!] it's night[!]), but they move. And Things are popping up and I am FREAKING OUT. We pass this one part of the trail where there's a sewer thing above the ground, raised by this cement pouring. I see Mama and I's shadows pass on it and I grab her arm, because at this point, I almost can't take the fright. By the way, the other shadows aren't Mom's and they aren't mine. I tell her kind of what is going on. It is a BAD feeling. We keep walking and I just want to burst out crying and run as fast as possible outta here. But I keep walking with Mom and trying to shield as best I can. We cross under the bridge for the highway and I am still seeing tons of shadows. As we continue walking, Mom informs me that her entire body, but especially the backs of her legs are getting chills.
We are at the Faerie Park and the faerie mound is in sight. I feel like breaking out in a run. But I walk at a steady pace, instead. Right as we reach a split in the sidewalk and stay on our path, the Thing behind us, following us, stops. I can feel it. It kind of fades as we walk farther away from it. But then a ... almost a probe is sent out from it. I can tell that what is following us now isn't IT, but it is still a conscious watching. I tell Mom to hold on as we reach the faerie mound. I walk up onto it, into the circle of trees of the grove and lean against one tree. I'm just shaking like a leaf, tearing up. But peace pervades right away and I walk between a 'doorway' of trees and the faerie 'shield' stays with me. I can still feel the Thing back there, but I feel safe and confident now.
Mom tells me she felt it, too. We continue and as we cross the next street, the Thing stays behind. I feel safe now. We go home.
Boy, oh boy, was that intense!
So now, I'm sitting here, typing this. I can feel ... the back of my neck is cold. I'm facing away from a window in our laundry room. Th- Okay, nevermind. There ... dammit! Okay, well, there WAS a probe watching me, but I was okay. Then as I went to type that, it went away and when I went to type THAT, it came back. So indecisive, eh? Ha.
So anyhow, I was trying to figure out what could be going on. Two things. There is Something right on that second trail that I can feel all the way here. I felt it last night, but not as strong. Tonight, I'm sure it's stronger because we went into its Territory. Speaking of Territory, it got me to thinking. I just explained to the 'probe' that I realise now, that the trail there is It's Territory at night. Between dawn and dusk. I didn't know before. East of the Mound/Grove ... that's my Territory. West is Its. I will no longer go west of the edge of the grove, unless I'm on the busy road. I'll stay out of the Territory at night. And the Thing is allowed to visit my Territory, but tonight it must go or I will be pissed. Well, it went. We have an understanding now.
All is well.
Blessings and Peace.
I apologize to the Thing.
(Note: Sorry it's a bit long. And I don't want to re-read it tonight for edits, so I'll do that later. If there's a typo or something, I'll fix it soon.)
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Something To Do With Water....
I mentioned in Samhain Part III that Ac and Carmin gifted us with some essential oil - Hecate Trivia. I didn't know what it was used for, so I asked Carmin on Facebook.
Answer:
Divination, ritual, appeals specifically to Hecate for guidance, dream and astral work.
Okay, that works. I was excited to use it. Last night was Occult Science class at the bookstore in town and we were talking about the oil. Mom told us all that she rubbed some on her hands because it smelled good and a lot of weird stuff happened to her all day.
We got home and I was really tired, in a funky state of mind. When I went to bed, I decided not to try using the oil, just yet. But a few minutes later, I changed my mind and put a couple drops on my pillow; went to sleep. I had really weird dreams, although that's not weird at all. I always get those. Early in the morning, I woke up to either Sam or Mom in the kitchen. I thought, "There's something to do with water. Water." I chewed on that word as whoever was in the kitchen turned on the faucet. I went back to sleep, content with the little premonition, had more weird dreams and that was that. For now. I'm going to expirement with this oil. This is fun!
Answer:
Divination, ritual, appeals specifically to Hecate for guidance, dream and astral work.
Okay, that works. I was excited to use it. Last night was Occult Science class at the bookstore in town and we were talking about the oil. Mom told us all that she rubbed some on her hands because it smelled good and a lot of weird stuff happened to her all day.
We got home and I was really tired, in a funky state of mind. When I went to bed, I decided not to try using the oil, just yet. But a few minutes later, I changed my mind and put a couple drops on my pillow; went to sleep. I had really weird dreams, although that's not weird at all. I always get those. Early in the morning, I woke up to either Sam or Mom in the kitchen. I thought, "There's something to do with water. Water." I chewed on that word as whoever was in the kitchen turned on the faucet. I went back to sleep, content with the little premonition, had more weird dreams and that was that. For now. I'm going to expirement with this oil. This is fun!
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Samhain Part I
Happy New Year and Merry Samhain, brothers and sisters!
WOW! This year’s Samhain was very fascinating. Indeed.
But first, I’m going to reminisce. I’ve had lots of wonderful Halloweens throughout my childhood.
In fact, when I was 6, I started wanting to be a real witch that Halloween. My brother, cousin Bri and I were all ‘witches’ in play. We each had a music recorder and they were our wands. But then Dad made us go home.
Anywho, I’ve been dressed up as many things in the past. Clowns, Witches, Vampires, even Power Rangers! Of course, as a child, I was happiest after Trick-or-Treating, when I was out of the cold, eating candy.
One year (I think I was 4 and Sam was 6), we were living with our Grandma and we grew our own pumpkins in her garden. It was really wonderful.
Now the story of last year. I dressed up early in the morning, but I ended up looking like a hooker.
So I changed into a vampire.
I went out Trick-or-Treating, because Mama and our friend, Jeff, wanted candy. It was real quiet and almost no one was out for some reason. I walked up a few streets and turned around to go on the other side. I came to this duplex, knocked on one of the doors … waited.
The door opens and there’s this lady who is swaying slightly. She gasps and puts her hands to her mouth. “Oh my god, I can’t believe it! Are you serious?”
I kind of look at her like … uh … what?
“Are you REALLY Trick-or-Treating? Seriously? Are you sure?”
I’m nodding and thinking I might want to make a run for it.
“Here, I made some chocolate cupcakes for all the little Trick-or-Treaters! Oh wow, our first Trick-or-Treater, I can’t believe it. Look, honey!” She’s talking to a man in his PJ’s who is sitting on their couch, watching TV. He has a beer in his hand and he’s talking to someone on a cell phone. He says into the phone, “Yeah, we just got our first Trick-or-Treater. She’s all excited about it.”
Then the lady brings a tray of cupcakes to me. Gives me one. Insists I take another. “I just want to give her the whole lot of them! I just want to throw them at her!” She stares at me in awe for a few seconds. “I love you! I just want to give you all the cupcakes!”
Finally her husband gets her to shut the door and I leave.
I threw the cupcakes away; No telling what was in them.
WOW! This year’s Samhain was very fascinating. Indeed.
But first, I’m going to reminisce. I’ve had lots of wonderful Halloweens throughout my childhood.
In fact, when I was 6, I started wanting to be a real witch that Halloween. My brother, cousin Bri and I were all ‘witches’ in play. We each had a music recorder and they were our wands. But then Dad made us go home.
Anywho, I’ve been dressed up as many things in the past. Clowns, Witches, Vampires, even Power Rangers! Of course, as a child, I was happiest after Trick-or-Treating, when I was out of the cold, eating candy.
One year (I think I was 4 and Sam was 6), we were living with our Grandma and we grew our own pumpkins in her garden. It was really wonderful.
Now the story of last year. I dressed up early in the morning, but I ended up looking like a hooker.
So I changed into a vampire.
I went out Trick-or-Treating, because Mama and our friend, Jeff, wanted candy. It was real quiet and almost no one was out for some reason. I walked up a few streets and turned around to go on the other side. I came to this duplex, knocked on one of the doors … waited.
The door opens and there’s this lady who is swaying slightly. She gasps and puts her hands to her mouth. “Oh my god, I can’t believe it! Are you serious?”
I kind of look at her like … uh … what?
“Are you REALLY Trick-or-Treating? Seriously? Are you sure?”
I’m nodding and thinking I might want to make a run for it.
“Here, I made some chocolate cupcakes for all the little Trick-or-Treaters! Oh wow, our first Trick-or-Treater, I can’t believe it. Look, honey!” She’s talking to a man in his PJ’s who is sitting on their couch, watching TV. He has a beer in his hand and he’s talking to someone on a cell phone. He says into the phone, “Yeah, we just got our first Trick-or-Treater. She’s all excited about it.”
Then the lady brings a tray of cupcakes to me. Gives me one. Insists I take another. “I just want to give her the whole lot of them! I just want to throw them at her!” She stares at me in awe for a few seconds. “I love you! I just want to give you all the cupcakes!”
Finally her husband gets her to shut the door and I leave.
I threw the cupcakes away; No telling what was in them.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Look What I Can Do!
I can write a post here, promoting my new post on my other blog!
Yes, this blogpost is only to say that Miscellaneous Insanities has a new blogpost.
Okay, well ... almost. I also wanted to say that it is absolutely GORGEOUS outside. Bitter cold, but it is beautiful in the snowy mountains! Also, nestled in these very mountains, there are so many fairy parks and places with lots of wonderful activity.
Much Love
Yes, this blogpost is only to say that Miscellaneous Insanities has a new blogpost.
Okay, well ... almost. I also wanted to say that it is absolutely GORGEOUS outside. Bitter cold, but it is beautiful in the snowy mountains! Also, nestled in these very mountains, there are so many fairy parks and places with lots of wonderful activity.
Much Love
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Bad Party Luck or No Alcohol Equals No Guests?
So I was joking with Sammy and Mama tonight about how it is very likely that no one will come over for the Samhain Stop-By on Saturday. Because it seems like whenever any of us plans a party or get-together, no one can make it or they're all busy or they're not busy and they just don't come over.
When people actually get themselves to visit, they absolutely love it and talk about how lovely and peaceful and wonderful it is here with us. So why don't they come more often?
Well, we noticed that the only two times when everyone seemed to show up was when either someone brought alcohol or we had bought some beers or wine or something for the guests. You see, Sam hates the taste of alcohol, I don't much like it, either. Mama is allergic. A sip of beer makes her woozy. So we don't often have alcohol. Not only that, we don't see the point in drinking fermented stuff that is unhealthy for you.
Now ... if this is true, that people will only go to parties when there is alcohol, that is really very stupid. And I don't hate to say that. Drunk people act like idiots and what they find funny is only funny to those who are drunk (or stoned ... same thing there). People who are just nervous or socially uptight without something to focus on, without something to relax them, should know that if they are creative, they can relax and enjoy themselves without alcohol. Hell, at our house, if you're needing something to relax, we'll set you up with Unwind tea and you can even take a warm bubble bath for all we care.
Anyway, I could go on about how retarded (and I mean that by the definition of the word) only going to parties with alcohol is, but I would be repeating myself with different words. So what I'm going to say now is this:
At our house, the atmosphere is usually so peaceful that there is no way to be uptight after a few minutes. We have really good energy here. Not only that, but there is little-to-no friction between Sam, Mama and I. We are friends more than we're blood-family. As a result, there is no familial tension in our house. We accept you for who you are in the stage of life you're in, so there is no need to worry about what we'll think. But please, don't avoid our get-togethers like the plague just because we don't serve a drug. Be aware. On a blessed night such as Samhain, I'd think that you'd want to be aware enough to see any fairies or spirits that come a-callin' ... and remember them the next day, as well. I know I do. And I know that I want to be clear-headed on a very holy night like that one is.
Blessed Be
When people actually get themselves to visit, they absolutely love it and talk about how lovely and peaceful and wonderful it is here with us. So why don't they come more often?
Well, we noticed that the only two times when everyone seemed to show up was when either someone brought alcohol or we had bought some beers or wine or something for the guests. You see, Sam hates the taste of alcohol, I don't much like it, either. Mama is allergic. A sip of beer makes her woozy. So we don't often have alcohol. Not only that, we don't see the point in drinking fermented stuff that is unhealthy for you.
Now ... if this is true, that people will only go to parties when there is alcohol, that is really very stupid. And I don't hate to say that. Drunk people act like idiots and what they find funny is only funny to those who are drunk (or stoned ... same thing there). People who are just nervous or socially uptight without something to focus on, without something to relax them, should know that if they are creative, they can relax and enjoy themselves without alcohol. Hell, at our house, if you're needing something to relax, we'll set you up with Unwind tea and you can even take a warm bubble bath for all we care.
Anyway, I could go on about how retarded (and I mean that by the definition of the word) only going to parties with alcohol is, but I would be repeating myself with different words. So what I'm going to say now is this:
At our house, the atmosphere is usually so peaceful that there is no way to be uptight after a few minutes. We have really good energy here. Not only that, but there is little-to-no friction between Sam, Mama and I. We are friends more than we're blood-family. As a result, there is no familial tension in our house. We accept you for who you are in the stage of life you're in, so there is no need to worry about what we'll think. But please, don't avoid our get-togethers like the plague just because we don't serve a drug. Be aware. On a blessed night such as Samhain, I'd think that you'd want to be aware enough to see any fairies or spirits that come a-callin' ... and remember them the next day, as well. I know I do. And I know that I want to be clear-headed on a very holy night like that one is.
Blessed Be
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Meet Another Fajr Witch
After each blogpost from here on out, look to see who wrote it at the bottom. I have a new contributor! My lovely sister, Leyla Fajr, is a new Wiccan/Witch/Pagan/Chick ... well, I mean she's not a spring 'chick', but um. You know what I mean.
Much love!
Much love!
Arguments!
Wow, you know, it is amazing how people can claim to follow a loving religion and just spend so much time arguing about how they're right and you're wrong. You may be thinking that I'm talking about Christians, but I'm also talking about the so-called Pagans.
I have been listening to some really lovely Pagan music on YouTube, lately. In the comments for a good many of the videos, everyone was blessing each other and being very loving and such. But the more videos I watched, the more comments I found (sometimes 2000 comments for one video) that were just arguments.
This is really stupid, my brothers and sisters. What is this? Someone comes and makes an ignorant comment about how they feel that we're all devil-worshipers and sure you can point this person toward truth, but leave it at that! There is no NEED to keep commenting and commenting and trying to convince them. You're not going to change how they think and how they feel, okay? And then, when you are trying to convince that we are loving, you start being quite rude and insulting. Give us a good name. Nice.
So I went to this one video where this was happening and decided to do a little experiment. I was going to say something that I hoped would 1) take the wind out of the Christian's sails and 2) show my brothers and sisters that we should be peaceful.
I started with something that's been said before, as an introduction:
"You know what I think? I think this is really very silly! No matter what TheWiccanRaven or cfactsrfacts or Aamria or Gandalf4173 or AstralMelody or USBOwl says, it will make no difference. Do you pagans really think that arguing the point will change the way christians think? I hope you have the sense to see otherwise. And do you christians really think that arguing YOUR point will change the way PAGANS think? I certainly hope you have the sense to see otherwise, as well. Be peaceful, loves!"
This got a thumbs up.
The Christian that everyone was arguing with replied to this:
"I do not argue...I tell the truth!
Jesus is Lord the true and living God.
It is up to you to take of the blinders and see His as the truth He is before it is to late.
And yes I know that what I do on here and other sites makes a difference...I got the emails to prove how many lives Jesus changes!
Just shows that Jesus is much bigger then satan and his demons.
God Bless!"
This got two thumbs down.
And so I replied:
":) I agree that Jesus is much bigger than evil, hun. Love always survives in the end (hopefully, heh). May your God bless you and Jesus watch over you, lovely."
Two thumbs down.
Our Christian friend said nothing else to me, but it seems that our Pagan friends didn't like what I said. Why is this? I feel it is fascinating how we can be so damn loving to some people. But when one of us is in an argument and someone else comes and difuses the situation, it just makes ya so mad!
I don't believe in God. I think Jesus was just a typical enlightened being many years ago. I'm not a Christian. However, this is how he feels, so I hope that his belief in God will bless him. Let him believe what he wishes, same as we will believe what we wish.
Blessed Be to All
I have been listening to some really lovely Pagan music on YouTube, lately. In the comments for a good many of the videos, everyone was blessing each other and being very loving and such. But the more videos I watched, the more comments I found (sometimes 2000 comments for one video) that were just arguments.
This is really stupid, my brothers and sisters. What is this? Someone comes and makes an ignorant comment about how they feel that we're all devil-worshipers and sure you can point this person toward truth, but leave it at that! There is no NEED to keep commenting and commenting and trying to convince them. You're not going to change how they think and how they feel, okay? And then, when you are trying to convince that we are loving, you start being quite rude and insulting. Give us a good name. Nice.
So I went to this one video where this was happening and decided to do a little experiment. I was going to say something that I hoped would 1) take the wind out of the Christian's sails and 2) show my brothers and sisters that we should be peaceful.
I started with something that's been said before, as an introduction:
"You know what I think? I think this is really very silly! No matter what TheWiccanRaven or cfactsrfacts or Aamria or Gandalf4173 or AstralMelody or USBOwl says, it will make no difference. Do you pagans really think that arguing the point will change the way christians think? I hope you have the sense to see otherwise. And do you christians really think that arguing YOUR point will change the way PAGANS think? I certainly hope you have the sense to see otherwise, as well. Be peaceful, loves!"
This got a thumbs up.
The Christian that everyone was arguing with replied to this:
"I do not argue...I tell the truth!
Jesus is Lord the true and living God.
It is up to you to take of the blinders and see His as the truth He is before it is to late.
And yes I know that what I do on here and other sites makes a difference...I got the emails to prove how many lives Jesus changes!
Just shows that Jesus is much bigger then satan and his demons.
God Bless!"
This got two thumbs down.
And so I replied:
":) I agree that Jesus is much bigger than evil, hun. Love always survives in the end (hopefully, heh). May your God bless you and Jesus watch over you, lovely."
Two thumbs down.
Our Christian friend said nothing else to me, but it seems that our Pagan friends didn't like what I said. Why is this? I feel it is fascinating how we can be so damn loving to some people. But when one of us is in an argument and someone else comes and difuses the situation, it just makes ya so mad!
I don't believe in God. I think Jesus was just a typical enlightened being many years ago. I'm not a Christian. However, this is how he feels, so I hope that his belief in God will bless him. Let him believe what he wishes, same as we will believe what we wish.
Blessed Be to All
Welcome!
If you have any experience at all with my other blog, Miscellaneous Insanities, you know full well that I am missing something up in the attic. Or maybe there's too much stuff up in there, who knows. Well, this new blog of mine is more the style of sane witcheries. Ya know, normal stuff? Haha, right.
Here, I'll be writing posts that have anything to do with Witchcraft, Paganism, Wicca, Earth Religions, etc., so on and so forth, ad nauseum!
Please note that I may be writing many of these posts after normal people go to sleep, which means that either I'll have some real insights (especially if I'm half asleep. Don't ask, I don't know how it happens) or what I have to say will make absolutely no sense, whatsoever.
Feel free to comment and tell me I'm insane. Although, if you say that, it'll be a boost to my ego. Keep in mind, please, that if you say something in comments that is negative or rude or something, I might just say something that makes no sense or something that takes the wind out of your sails. Or I might just delete your comment, if I really feel like it.
May the Deity of your choice, if you believe in any, bless you, if you so wish to be blessed!
Here, I'll be writing posts that have anything to do with Witchcraft, Paganism, Wicca, Earth Religions, etc., so on and so forth, ad nauseum!
Please note that I may be writing many of these posts after normal people go to sleep, which means that either I'll have some real insights (especially if I'm half asleep. Don't ask, I don't know how it happens) or what I have to say will make absolutely no sense, whatsoever.
Feel free to comment and tell me I'm insane. Although, if you say that, it'll be a boost to my ego. Keep in mind, please, that if you say something in comments that is negative or rude or something, I might just say something that makes no sense or something that takes the wind out of your sails. Or I might just delete your comment, if I really feel like it.
May the Deity of your choice, if you believe in any, bless you, if you so wish to be blessed!
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