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5 years ago

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Forced Reflection Spell

A spell to force someone to see and reflect upon what they have done and who they are.

Ingredients:

A small box

Various small mirrors to line the box with

A picture of the person

A marker

Black thread (for binding)

Black pepper (for binding)

Method:

Line a box with small mirrors (sides, top, and bottom) all facing inward. Take a picture of the person with their name written on it and bind the picture up with black thread as you speak aloud your intention to force them to recognize the results of their actions. Place the picture in the box and surround with black pepper while announcing that you are binding them to see the effects of their actions and reflect upon those actions. Close and seal the box and hide away.


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4 years ago
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2 years ago

What is it, you fight for?

I keep asking myself the question. What is it that I fight for! This question, sprouted in thought because I feel that this planet is sooo fucking ghetto. I’m not saying that I have been on other’s. Or even know wha it’s like. But! What I am saying is that It has to be better some way some how!!! Why is it that we have to pay to live on this planet and for what! Also not to mention we're also kept in line by some fictional being that regulates how well you deal with bull shit it decides to put you through. To me! None of this makes sense. What so fucking ever.

Today I was on the metro north train. Headed from Yonkers to Grand Central. Me not paying any mind to whats going on around me. Because I’m busy being face down on my phone scrolling through ā€œTic Toksā€ to make me laugh or to feel righteous abut some social injustice done right. That I did not notice that I made it to yankee stadium. Where all of my alarms bells and whistles have gone off. Because a bunch of loud and drunken white folks have gotten on from the game.

You see I’m not always around white folk. And when and or if I am, It is because I have to be. This was crazy all of them were very loud. And very drunk and very disturbing. The group started chanting, fuck Biden. And other game like chants. I had no problem wit what they were saying I just had an issue with the volume. I became super perturbed and even greatly annoyed. My ears flickered and my face, it rested like it never rested before. This resting bitch face, felt so legendary that it could have starred in its own Movie. A movie that literally is made up of grunts and looks. I felt like a cat among dogs. I see why they sit there and make faces now. When all you are doing is sitting there trying to relax before your 12 hour shift in the hot loading dock.... and boom!!!! This wave of drunken entitled people come and just took over.

I’m writing about this because, These spaces they take up when they enter, is crazy. It’s almost as if the energy gets warped. Like a real ilife glammer spell is casted before your eyes. I had to ask myself. If any person of color were to come in to such a public space and create such a nuisance. Would it have been accepted or even tolerated. As they chanted in camaraderie of fuck the president or even when being vaguer with other statements. Would it have not been challenged? I started to feel unsafe. As a sea of people who are Notoriously known for violence when intoxicated. Started to take over the car I was in. It’s really the first time in my life that I felt like an other. Not for my sexuality like I usually do. But! Because of my skin!

Now! They did not do anything to me. They did not intimidate me. And! They did not have anything to do with me. My point is that in black and brown spaces. We’re inclusive of everyone in the space, "usually". We acknowledge and for the most part tolerate others as much as we can. We see each other. And we in a way create a psychic safe space. You can agree to disagree. But! As a spiritualist and psychic. What I learned is that white people don’t always do that! But! Expect you to provide it. They walk around with is hard energy and take, take, take. I truly believe the mentality they posses is a cancer to this planet. This statement even ones for those who think like them. It’s tiring and annoying at this point in life. And I’m only in my mid 20’s This planet really needs a reshaping. A restart.

I just wanted to go to work. I’m tired. And this is how I fight this fight called the human experience. But! I don't wanna do this anymore. I’d rather live in the woods with the tree spirits and animals where I know at least there intentions are true. Where if there’s a real fight it’s because of survival. True grit! Not a created problem and blame the person who’s living in it,the issue.


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1 year ago

"Winterfell's daughter. We heard she killed the king with a spell, and afterward changed into a wolf with big leather wings like a bat, and flew out a tower window."

That's stupid. Arya thought. Sansa only knows songs, not spells.

The Hound poured a cup of wine for Arya and another for himself, and drank it down while staring at the hearthfire. "The little bird flew away, did she? Well, bloody good for her." (ASOS Arya XIII)

bad bitch Carmen Cortez from the 2000s masterpiece Spy Kids, dressed in her maroon school clothes, emphatically asserts that there is no way her parents could be international espionage agents because they are frankly lacking to the extreme in cool. Grey text boxes are superimposed over key dialogue to change the meaning to Arya emphatically asserting that there is no way her silly sister Sansa could have the will or the power to pull off a magical regicide such as the one described in the above quoted text.

Lucille Bluth (rip Julie Walters), an aged, stunning woman, here gives voice to another problematic parental figure, Mr. the Hound. She is seated delicately on a finely upholstered chaise lounge, clutching, equally delicately, a superimposed image of an overflowing horn of beer. We don't know what she's looking at, but her expression conveys congratulations and a sense of quiet yearning for the bravery to commit such an act as she says, almost to herself, "Good for her."

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