Curse-onality
Out with the old…(SS below)
People who can’t be happy for someone else receiving what they never had…irritate me. In most situations…this trait is inherited from ‘woulda, coulda, shoulda’ parental figures. And their frustration from never reaching a fullness of potential…leads to seed sabotage. So poor examples are set, guidance is withheld, and bad behavior is encouraged. This is a form of mental magick…because it casts illusions over the perception of those too innocent to know any better. Some parents are genuinely lost souls, who don’t realize the toxic pathologies they’re projecting onto their offspring. But others purposely curse consciouses. Because their egos can’t see a world, where their descendants accomplish what they couldn’t.
I had the privilege of being raised by both types. My dad was too busy ignoring his own trauma to realize that his refusal to address it…was traumatizing me. And my BM went out of her way to make sure I didn’t get treatment…for a mental illness that she subsequently tried using against me. That combination feels like I’m supposed to be worse off than I am…mentally. But after I realized the type of ‘family’ I was born into…I made healing my main focus. At the expense of every familial bond I had beforehand. As of late, it’s rare that I give thought to this part of my reality. Because I’ve made enough peace with the situation, to accept it for what it is. Then, I saw a community post on YT earlier…that brought it to the front of my lobes.
The post speaks about the planetary connection between Saturn and Pluto. And made reference to the fact that the last time they interacted like they currently are…was January 2020. Which coincidentally…was the year I started my spiritual journey. I don’t know a lot about astronomy. But I do know ‘As above, so below’. Which to me means…the energetic shifts in the atmosphere…impact our life experiences. 2020 showed me my upbringing was the source of my bipolar symptoms. So January 21’ is when I started the first Gang Goofy group chat. Making it to the other side of the volatility of these 6 years…leaves no doubt that their intention was to have me committed. Just so the ‘elders’ could avoid accepting that they needed me to be crazy…to avoid being held accountable by my gift.
Love,
Choosy
