NOT EVEN A WORM SHALL APPEAR IN YOUR WOMB.
YOU PEOPLE ARE FOOLS. MY KIND WOULD HAVE WELCOMED YOU WITH OPEN ARMS AND HEARTS. YOUR WITCHCRAFT CALLS TO ME. SO, WHY DO I GET TREATED LIKE SCUM?
STITCH UP YOUR LOOSE AND SMELLY VAGINA.
PRUDES WITH SHRIVELLED PUSSIES.
YOU REALLY LOVE MY LEFTOVERS, DON'T YOU, BIATCH?
Today marks a special day in my life. It is my very first Hekate's Deipnon, this morning, at 1030hrs. I did not leave any offering for her as I still feel incomplete without my Hekate statue. My conservative family went berserk when I confessed that I had a placed an order for my Hekate manifested. This is my mother's house... and I am struggling financially right now - more than I wish to admit, tbh. So yeah, I practically am living on a crossroad of some sort, so I am just doing everything indoors. No offerings, as I have stated, but prayers, yes. It is all in my head. My family already thinks I am worshipping the Devil as it is... and I know I have no rights in this house, so I'm just praying to get out of this financial gutter that I often find myself in.
So yeah, all you Hekatean witches out there:
Merry meet and merry part, and merry meet again.
Blessed be, y'all.
I can't even right now. I feel like dying, tbh. I have so many different clothes in my cupboard... and yet, I just can't muster enough energy to bother about my looks. I have piled on the kilos like no one's business, which have rendered me ill-fitting for my clothes. I miss my dressing up as an amateur goth. Dammit, lord, I used to fit into all these clothes.
I guess death is a slow process...
Save me, somebody.
I absolutely cannot wait for my Hekate to arrive. Creating my own sacred space has been something that has long been brewing in my soul and inner rebel. I just need to get some fresh garlic and pomegranate to set up a full-blown altar.
Omg. The anticipation is killing me.
I realised there was some cash in my bank account, so I got excited, and spent them all on online orders.
Ugh. Be still, my heart.
I placed an order for a absolutely dark-looking Hekate statue from Luciferian Apotheca. It did not miss me that the items on sale there are pretty expensive... and this is my very first online order from LA. I just hope I get the whole statue in one piece.
Is that too much to ask for?
I have been working on my Craft skills lately, as I am seriously drawn to this feminine aspect of my inner daimon. Found an amazing altar cloth from Etsy, so I placed an order. Oh yeah, and some fairy lights and stuff for room decor. I think I am getting too girly for my age. I swear, my room is going to look like a cliche very soon.
My masculine aspect is gritty, tough, and filled with pain. I share this with my Father, Lucifer, whilst, my feminine aspect is hard, dark, and unpredictable - just like Hekate. With Lucifer I had been working with primarily symbols and sigils.
However, with Hekate, I was driven my an inner lunacy to go find a tangible form of her... thus, the statue.
Mostly working on the aesthetics of my bedroom, and my sacred feminine.
I wonder where this lunacy is going to take me... but one thing I know for sure : it is going to be one helluva ride!
Good lord, I hope to never turn into one of them!
Why do they have make things so... personal?
Look, I am super glad that we are still strangers to each other.
Please keep safe distancing, thank you.
I actually kinda look up to most of you here... please do not lose your self-respect, thank you.
I perceive groupthink as a form of Evil. I am a fierce individual with an equally fierce individuality. Ever since I registered as a member of this website, my life has been nothing short of terror. The people call me names and they threaten me to keep silent. I have no fucking idea what is wrong with the majority of the people. It is as though they know everything about me, but I don't know a single effing thing about them... or anyone, for that matter. Damn if I do; damn if I don't. I am stuck here, against my will. Crap, it is like I had grown up here. I am an internet junkie. I think I need therapy. I just feel happy appearing online, even though no one really talks to me. I am not complaining. No harsh feelings towards anyone. It is the do-gooders who are causing such a havoc in my life. They do this thinking that they are preventing a bigger Evil, but I tell ya, it is THEM who are causing me misery.
I do not need a support group for being engaged in social media, and I do consider this site as a smaller group of close-knitted individuals; never mind that I am an outsider. I will always be an outsider... that, I have come to realise, and accept. No worries on that one. Really, I am not as butt-hurt as most of you may think.
I am a self-contented loner. I am the happiest, by myself, pursuing my interests - whatever they might be. Right now, I have taken up bullet journaling as my latest creative interest. I also have a Polaroid camera - though, I am a far shot of a photographer - and I absolutely adore instant photos! They are fun and quirky, and I don't require validation, authenticity, reason, nor explanation. So, yeah, screw all of you.
Lol! It is beyond my comprehension... this groupthink. Whatever happened to Bloody Feather? Here I am, stuck in Cancer's weird and sorely outdated cyber realm... having lost its essence and vitality.
Just where are the King and Queen, then?
I'll stop rambling.
It is really dawning on me that I could be up against big-E Evil. Been at it for 12 years now... and it has made me become a VVitch. I am terrified of procreating... just what would emerge from my body? I mean, yeah... everything is a big IF right now.
I think I am losing this war.
I have returned to the Dark Mother after a pretty long spell of surrounding myself with everything masculine. I guess it is time for me to explore the sacred femininity of my true self. Lucifer is my heavenly Father, as I abide by theistic luciferianism. Hekate is my sacred feminine. If you haven't already guessed, I tend to reveal my soul in my journal posts, which rightfully ought to be set as private and confidential. But, I don't get private and confidential. I am too creative for that. Released a spell using my menstrual blood, hoping to find true, unconditional, and sensual love. Yeah, I am PMS'ing right now... thus the moodiness. Masterofmadness, please unblock me.
Masterofmadness, how can you throw it all away? You and I go way back... for slightly over than a decade. You may not reciprocate the same feeling towards me, but it brings me great comfort and safety to see you appear online. I am sorry if I had hurt you, and your friends... but I just cannot throw away what precious moments we had shared between us.
I miss you, babe. My kismet is here to stay....
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