Never made a relationship post that could be relatable for anxious and depressed people.... Here goes!
1. Unpopular opinion but I love getting drunk messages. Even when the person is completely bolloxed they are thinking about you and.... you can take the piss out of them the next day lol
2. Tread gently with that dark heart
3. Run (who else hears that beat drop?)
4. Actions speak louder (consensually oc)
5. Please and return the favour
6. Preach!!! If they are your designated driver, never let them go
7. Red flags. Red flags everywhere
8. 🎶 I came in like a wrecking ball 🎵 where the vodka
9. Also I'm dumb as fuck and wont believe someone would actually be interested in me, in that way. See #4
10. If I truly care for you, you'll see both
✨ “Children and adults change for the better when they are around others with strong, loving, and sensitive energy. You can embody that. The only obstacle that keeps you from shining is fear. As empaths, it is our assignment to gradually heal our fears so that they don’t block our way to the light.” ✨ -
As healers, restorers & clients alike, we must embrace our sensitivities + care for ourselves. We are needed in this world! -
PS. peep the paw prints 🐾☺️
I met a powerful moment during my hike today. ⠀
I connected to Mother Earth and to Spirit simultaneously. The trees and the Earth were loud in my ear; their voices were combined with God above. ⠀
I asked to have my Heart Chakra opened up to the energy around me. I felt it in an instant. Sudden tears choked up my throat. ⠀
“You are here to SERVE. We are here for you, to guide you. And you are here to serve others.”⠀
Even though this message has been on repeat for the last year, I think I finally GRASPED it today in this forest. The energy of the message was embodied in my being and my soul. There is no question now; no going back. ⠀
I am here for this purpose 💚 and I am immensely grateful.
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Let's talk Mexican Hoodoo. Mexican Hoodoo is an elective spiritual practice. It's not a purist practice. It's embedded with Shamanism, thanks to our ancestors the Mayans & the Aztecs. That is a whole subject in itself, lol! It is influenced by Catholicism, Santeria, Wicca, Westernized Hoodoo practiced through generations. It is Folk Magick and Folk remedies practiced for centuries. You won't find many books on it on Amazon or the library. There is a good explanation for that. Mexican Hoodoo is an oral tradition and it varies depending on what region you are from...for instance the worship of La Santa Muerte according to historians has it's roots in Aztec Religion but in Mexico she wasn't openly venerated until the 21st century because the Catholic church condemned the worship of her. That didn't stop her popularity among Mexican culture - at least privately and depending on your upbringing. I was exposed to Mexican Hoodoo by my Grandmother Doña Blanca and she by her Mother Doña Amalia. Even those who do not claim to be a Witch - have been in one way or another touched by Mexican Hoodoo because Mexican Hoodoo is ingrained in our culture by the indigenous people who had to assimilate within European Catholic religion in order to survive, it's our Folk Magick, it's our Virgen de Guadalupe aka Aztec Goddess Tonantzin, it's our God who is as real to us (depending on your beliefs) as any diety in Paganism. Every Mexican family is rich in history, in Folk Magick, in the Paranormal. We have paranormal stories for daaays..lol. Mexican Hoodoo is so much a part of our culture and upbringing. I cannot speak on other Latin cultures nor would I want to. I can only speak for my culture, as a Mexican-American and what I inherited from my family. My beliefs are old and new. I believe it's up to us as individuals to own & be at peace with what is true for ourselves. 👌 #dailyguidance#wisdom#life#intuition#cartomancycommunity#tarotcommunity#divinationcommunity#crystalcommunity#spiritualcommunity#folkmagick#mexicanhoodoo#animism#alchemy#electicwitch#cartomancy#cartomancer#empowerment#empath#paranormal#selfawareness#selfcare
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Hi my loves❤️let’s do this! Welcome✨
Why did I decide to share my story? I've come a long way. Such a long way the past year.
I’m done hiding. I’m done being silent. I’m done wearing mask over mask over mask.
I’ve had so many wake up calls and visions the past months that I’ve lost count and that I know it’s about time that I follow my true self.
I want to encourage people. I want you to know that you can heal. Because I am.
This week marks 12 months. 12 months of what? Hard to explain. So much to say but so challenging to put into words.
12 months of slowly realizing how much I had been fighting myself for how I feel, for who I am – basically judging my heart my entire life. Judging myself for every single emotion and tear, even for the emotions and tears I held back. Judging myself for the feelings towards everything in life because my way of feeling didn’t fit into our world and its society.
I had always been a person of deep feelings. But what began 12 months ago was next-level.
I STARTED FEELING EVERYTHING. Things I read, people I talked to, people I listened to, people I saw on the street, energies in rooms in stores, at school, at work, on the train – Of course also my own energy.
In the beginning I fought towards it, ignored it. Like I knew best. Even though I knew deep inside of me that there was a deep deep meaning in everything I started to experience and something big was about to shift.
I knew it.
However, my life was a blur. I couldn’t concentrate on anything. So much brain fog I was kind of fainting 24/7. …But the person typing this was successfully ignoring these sensations until the day her nervous system began to shake she could see it with her own eyes. I’m not kidding.
I fought against my emotions until I became physically sick and experienced physical pain like never in my entire life. So sick, I had a nervous breakdown and countless panic attacks. Fell deep, so deep into a depression. Had to quit school, had to stop working. Had to sleep. Had to sleep a lot. Went to countless doctors. But everything seemed fine. But I wasn’t fine. At all. So, I had to start the work on my own. Had to question myself why I had become sick.