uroboros1640

I feel like running.

books baby's first things

Bad back, need to get a good corset to support back...

Thinking about linking parallel events that are not related in the reality plane and pointing out similarities in order to draw a conclusion which then will be used to one step closer to unmasking hidden memory.

Return to Innocence _ Enigma

Gonna get some water therapy and then read a bit.

More time, day goes by fast nowadays.

This happened about 10 years ago. I was up for over two nights. Sleepless, I was also on Ritalin (ADD matters). I drank a bit too much coffee too in those days. We were going out to a club and right beforehand, I had visions of some bad event about to happen. Anyways, we proceeded with out plans. Usually I would be dancing my ass off. THis time I was sitting on the corner, dark thought, nothing in particular. We left early. Drove around. We love trees, went someplace with lots of trees so we could meditate and find out what's bothering me. The second we parked, something from the sky fell on my head, causing me major visions of a whole bunch of religion-related stuff. I couldn't talk to my friend who started driving. I felt my voice was changing, and I was telling him that this is not me and that I don't know what's happening. Then I saw myself on a surgery table. Something about God and what not. Operation table? it was like a bad dream. Anyways, we parked on my driveway, as soon as the car stopped, I felt this "thing" lifting off of me, leaving me, getting far from me, back into the sky. I started crying. Since I have had been sleepless, I am assuming I "dreamed with my eyes open". But boy was it freaky as heck. Still to this day, I think about it, analyze it. I wonder if my brain waves slowed down as if I am in a sleeping mode, but my eyes and the rest of my body continued to be away. A bizzarre experience but also interesting. Some of the stories I read here just now tho... man, crazy. I have some other ones. And there is one I cannot seem to grasp at all.

Always better than yesterday and tomorrow.

Lately I have stumbled upon a similar if not same attitude from a number of people, including myself to an extend, and it all comes down to this. Supressed emotions from childhood or from a tragic event cause a person an invisible jail. In order to break free, first you must allow yourself to feel those feelings and then let them exhaust themselves. If you are like me and the stuff that happened to you are no longer recognizable, then continue working with it. Talk to people if you are ok to talk about it. If you don't know what it is, remember that what happened in your childhood is not your fault.. All the stuff that cause guilt, shame, anger, and the such... If it's recognizable, like maybe u didn't properly mourn the death of your dog, then allow those "intense negative sorrowy feelings' to flow freely and let them burn out. Lola Jones (things are going great in my absence) also has a website divineopenings dot com Women who run with the wolves These are two I can recommend for now. And like the guys above me mentioned, you are not alone.

matches the static in my head.

Thinking of days of innocence. Thinking of mother, father, sisters. Thinking of an image of a girl with no face, destroyed, burned, chewed off. No eyes, no mouth, no nose. Thinking of how she has fun with no face...

Not sure exactly how i am feeling.

Taking a break from flying off the civil handle with a customer service department.

Cos the "goth" accept the weird and cynical and the crazy and embrace it. It basks in it. Goths befriend the monsters within. Write/say some sinister quote/remark elsewhere and "norm" thinks you are suicidal/homicidal. Just the most tho, there are some good little "norms" out there who are also basking in all things "goth".

I should be asleep dammit.

Almonds and cranberries.

Feeling tired after a long day of de-cluttering.

I think I saw a pussy cat.

Found two online for right away. "On War" has been popping up around me wherever I go where books are. I am now seriously considering it. Thanks!

Welcome Astraea

thinking of dreaming unicorns