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Shit the Spirit Say

“Look, one needs to put in effort to feel pretty and when one feels pretty then one feels good about themselves. So, naturally, you need to do the work to feel better about yourself. So put the effort in, starshine, before I kick your ass. ‘kay?”

T, getting real fed up that I haven’t been doing my full skin care regime for a couple of weeks

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Shit the Spirits Say

You say you’re scared? I think that makes you brave- let me finish. You’re scared of “everything?” Yet you are facing your “everything” head on. You are taking your steps, no matter how slow or how small, to correct your mistakes and rebuild what has been taken. You may feel that you are not making progress but we can see how far you come and how much you are trying. You are trying to overcome your fears and that alone makes you brave.

R, posted with his permission. Because “others may need to hear this as well.”

Shit the Spirits Say

Me: *looking at room sprays because why not* I could use this in the bathroom!

Spirit friend 1: You already have a strong ass candle in there.

Me: But it doesn’t smell like sugar cookies!

Spirit friend 2, not liking being dragged grocery shopping:That’s such a female thing to think about.

Me: *sprays the stuff right above his head so it rains down upon him*

Spirit friend 2: What the actual fuck?!

Me: maybe if I make you smell sweet it’ll offset all the salt you’re throwing around.

Let’s get Real, Here

So I work part time at a restaurant. Most of the time it’s fine. I deal with my fair share of idiocy. But today… ooooh today has me pretty heated.

A table of regulars came in. Tbh I only really like one of them but he’s the only one I really interact with so I tend to over look minor stuff from the others (“for the third time, ma’am, you can’t substitute anything in a special. The answer won’t change no matter how many times you ask.”)

Today I happened to have this table. I walked over and sat down my guy’s Diet Coke like I usually do before pouring water for the others and the other guy at the table (it was a party of four, two couple and all in their mid to late 60s) jokes that I’m playing favorites. Someone else said something about how you’d have to be a “white male” to get that treatment. I immediately open my mouth to dispel what would undoubtedly become a very uncomfortable situation for me (“haha nah he just reminds me of my grandpa”) when the same woman that I mentioned before opens her mouth and the words “My son says white men are being discriminated against” pass her lips.

I’m pretty sure the effort and energy it took to not roll my eyes so hard I could see the back of my skull is the same energy that launched my soul into another plane of existence to scream into the void.

I had to walk away.

And for those of you who might not understand, here is why:

You can not discriminate against white people.

You can not be racist towards white people.

You can be rude as fuck but you can’t be those things. You know why? Because those listed above and so many more are forms of oppression.

The definition of oppression is “prolonged cruel or unjust treatment or control.” You know who holds the most power? White people. Specifically white men.

White people are not oppressed, we are doing the oppressing. And just because POC and those of us who either know better or are learning are finally getting tired of your shit doesn’t make you oppressed. The only ones (that I am aware of and feel free to correct me. Thanks, American education system) that would know are the Irish. Your pasty white, dresses like your mama picked your clothes straight out of your grandpa’s closet ass doesn’t.

There was a lot more that I wanted to add to this but it’s three AM and I have shit to do tomorrow.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Signed,

A fellow white person who is Getting Real Tired of This Shit ™

The Guiding Angel

So I had a dream last night of a family who hunted creatures that weren’t human. There was a grandmother, parents, and three kids.

The dream starts from the point of view of a Being without a form following them. They try to take the forms of people that the family knows to approach them but most members automatically sense what this Being is and try to fight it away. The odd thing is, though, the two youngest children can’t see them.

After trying for so long the Being takes to stalking from the shadows. The grandmother seems to know something isn’t quite right as she starts making plans for settling down with the family. For example she purchases an old factory building and made plans to renovate it into apartments with a room for each family member.

As she is showing these plans to the rest of the family the shapeless Being approaches again but still stays to the shadows so as to not be seen. The family members who can see Them are asking questions and the Being answers.

“Why are you stalking us?”

“I need you to come with me.”

“Why do we need to come with you? Why can the youngest not see you?”

“Because you are all dead while those two still live.”

“Why should we come with you?”

“Because, as you know, the dead do not belong among the living. I must take you to the where your souls will be judged and where you will find peace.”

The parents try to argue and want to fight but the eldest child and the grandmother stop them, knowing what the Being says is true. Then they all start to please with the Being, asking for just a little more time to make preparations for the two children that still live so they would be comfortable and asking for the Being to watch over them. The Being tell them that they have to take at least one souls with them in order to give them more of the time they need for the youngest.

The eldest child volunteers and takes the Being’s hand. As they ascend, the Being grows wings of flame that burn the very air but won’t touch the family. They ask for the Being’s name as he ascends with the eldest child. He answered truthfully, as he always had.

“Lucifer.”

The Cave

Some may recall several posts ago I wrote about a recurring dream that involved a cave system that showed those who dared to enter it their worst fears… Well for some reason every time I try to Astral Travel now I end up in that cave system, at the heart of what causes the phenomenon. There’s a being down there who cannot even remember what their original form is. They spread themselves over the cave walls, creating a stifling darkness when there should be light. I can feel their loneliness yet their ability to create fear is too powerful for them to control so they exist in those caves, alone. I want to help them but I don’t know how… Especially when they show me something that causes me to automatically lash out to protect myself.

I think I saw them take an animalistic form once while moving around the cave. Whether it’s their true form or not I can’t know and I doubt they do either.

Modern Slavery: Another Strange Dream

I forgot to write about the dream that I had the other night… TW for slavery

Basically, under the angry cheeto, slavery is reintroduced in America (but of course they call it something like “job drafting”)… ALL poc individuals are round up and sent to work for different farms, museums, and other institutions as grounds keepers, “actors,” farmers, etc. My dream followed this one plus sized woman with glasses who was sent to… Idek what it was it looked like a museum surrounded by farmland and she was to be part of the gardening crew.

Despite her situation she acted quite cheerful in an attempt to help keep the spirits of the others with her up a little bit. A little while passes after she gets to where she was “assigned” and she decides to explore the grounds. She starts walking towards the farmland and can see the tops of the heads of the farm slaves as they picked corn (because for some reason they were doing it by hand? Idfk.) The others who came with her tried to herd her away from the fields because they were forbidden to mingle with the slaves of the neighboring property but she wasn’t having it and ends up developing a crush on an Islander who was working those fields.

It fast forwards and there’s a cultural festival going on for the POC (because the people who “own” them in that part of the country are looking for every way to break whatever laws were passed as possible without getting arrested… Because if they were arrested their “workers” would be relocated.) The guy she has a crush on gets up and starts singing traditional music while others from the same area as he are playing instruments. When he gets off stage she goes up and starts singing the National Anthem? I think she was singing it as a call to arms of sorts, as that’s what the reactions of those around her suggested. My dream cut to her crush looking up at her in awe and then I wake up.

I hope… That things don’t go anywhere near that direction under the walking spray tan ad’s presidency