Spawnsorship

Funding f#ckery…

I don’t understand boundaries, unless I’m enforcing them. So when someone sets them with me…the concept is confusing. Since I feel like I’m able to self-regulate enough not to need them. But…..this only applies, when I’m not unintentionally endowing my shadow side with the free will to show up…as the demon spawn of satan. Since her ability to be possessed by an ‘it’s the principle’ personality…allows her to intentionally forget that other people have feelings too. Her ignorance stems from the pain of feeling unseen. Because she only gets noticed…off the strength of someone else.

The pain that can come from constantly being overlooked, allows my shadow side to make sense of saying whatever will have her host be seen as unappealing. Because…misery loves company. So whenever she’s able to show up…she always alters my rEaLitY, to reveal a repulsive reflection. Which isn’t entirely untrue. Since she says things I think…but refuse to say, out of fear of being seen as judgmental. And that’s exactly why she’s so obsessed with exposing my hand. Hiding it solidifies the selective silence…that she never asked to be sanctioned by.

So doing my shadow work never loses its importance. But it becomes a priority, when I see that my actions have led to a loss of access. Which is why I gravitate more towards people who force me to deal with the consequences that come with my behavior. IF…they’re emotionally aware enough to know when their punishment is peaking over the lines of pettiness. Because an abuse of power, in any capacity…forces me to support my ability to raise hell. And the light I use to see other shadows while I’m there, summons the secret satan their subconscious has been conditioned to hide…behind personas that go unchecked…solely off the privilege that comes with their position.

Love,

Choosy