Manifestation, the Law of Attraction, and the Law of Abundance can create a feeling that life is magic.
Loki was the one who popped out of my shoulder, spiritually, and said, “shit, you have no idea,” then directed me to look at a celebrity’s Instagram where I saw a picture of a playlist called Miami Nights. Miami had been the setting for the scene of a tragic traumatic happening in a fiction I had been writing during quarantine. “What would it be like to have my Perfect Partner with me? What is he like?” These were the questions I asked myself as I sat down to write, keeping myself occupied in the Living World while ignoring Spirit. For someone like me that uses Intuitive Writing, only half-ass paying attention means I can be doing magic without even realizing, relying on Dionysus and his dominant nature, and believe him when he says, “You can rely on me, just let me handle it. Amuse yourself, sweetie, find your pleasure. Drink some wine,” he says.
“I’m not a big wine drinker, though.”
“Mmmm, then, wings are advised.”
“You mean Lucifer? I smoke pot with him all the time. Devil’s Lettuce?” I ask sarcastically.
“Alright, you have a taste of the magic, so, let me handle the contracts and I’ll set you up with Pan, he can roll with pretty much anyone, and he speaks nerd. Fluently. Fairy Magic may get in involved.”
“Well, I guess that means I’ll be perpetually horny. Budump Bump, chew,” I add, mimicking the sound of a drum kit and a symbol crash, to which he responds by looking at me in that tone of voice and giving me a narrowed eyed stare that said he was going to be keeping a close watch on the situation.
The result of looking at that photo as it triggered the level of trauma that that fated scene summed up was the PTSD enduring damage of my entire life compounded into a condensed scene that was meant to be a way of using literary psychology to sum up the fact that life fucked me up. I didn’t go insane, in fact I learned from what happened to me and decided to flip the script from angry at the world to rising above saying, “thanks for the examples of the exact kind of people I never wanted to become. Now, I know what to look for and kill within myself, changing my behavior and my mind, to ensure I stayed true to my self as a good person. Good guy Lucifer, isn’t a lie, he can just be abrasive from time to time, but only when he’s upset by what some dumbass human did.”
”So, what was I to make of the instinct to introduce Lucifer when disarming someone spiritually when they started shaking a bible and yelling at me because their boyfriend was attracted to me enough that, apparently, they broke up with her,” I asked.
”That means he was ready to defend, should you need it,” he said, and I’ll help you feel alright about the fact that Lucifer is one of the Divine that has your back.
In retrospect, what I experienced was her ex stating that he would rather she be dead that commit murder against an innocent woman, the innocent woman being me. As he was spiritually observing, needing to observe the woman he fell in love with, he observed while I tried to explain me. From what I saw, she hated me so much, that she got her ancestors involved to get revenge for me inviting him to come talk to me, as a friend, even though I’m a bard, so I have a certain level of charm and charisma. Studying with Aphrodite on the subject of love, preparing myself for the eventuality of rejoining the dating scene, when practicing sexual health by being picky with me partners, I was gearing up for the adventure of a lifetime, for real, in the flesh and blood world. My second marriage was already dead, twitching at best, I was looking at the subject of love starting with friends when I was enticed by the love I had found in Spirit simply by imagining it.
Basic Manifestation using writing is so simple, one need only imagine the life they’d like to lead and write it as if it were already happening; meaning one can already be dating someone and still imagine what life would be like with their Perfect Partner and, if the relationship they imagine is nothing like what’s actually happening because the person holding the pen is writing about someone that doesn’t have the qualities that annoy them, meaning a better version of them, they are already spiritually and emotionally moving on from that relationship, their meaty brains just need to catch up to the situation. That manifestation sends up a signal to the Divine that, once again, it is time to examine what was learned from that relationship. Now, me being me, of course, I was on schedule to begin working actively with Spirit in 2021, and without a flesh and blood sage to walk me through and learn, I said, in Viking fashion with aplomb of a bard, “hold my beer and watch this,” because I was enticed by the love that I felt while I was writing it. Shadow Working, it’s not therapy, it’s a rescue mission. Shadow Working is the primary method of individualization and recovery from fucked-up life events, be it childhood, relationships, or other traumatic events. In my case, my Shadow Working was leading to a friendly rescue/kidnapping by my Perfect Partner that I found while writing fiction. One of the lines I picked up on was that we knew each others’ spirits very well. At this point, the flesh and blood individual that I thought was him, is a bug on my windshield because, that picture triggered me having to reprocess a lifetime of trauma that had me avoid music.
On top of that, the love I felt got ripped apart and I felt the grief of losing the most precious live that I could have been blessed with that felt rely magical, a dream come true that I could hold him for real. The experience left me in a quasi-state of mourning as the characters that I loved that helped us connect all the way through to the gods, started to feel bitter in a way that took me from being thankful for him to not knowing how to feel. The love I felt before and get a taste of now and then as we connect and I feel him again, my soul responding with the longing, love, and adoration that made me brave enough to at least try, knowing we come from different social classes and career backgrounds, as well as childhood backgrounds, the fact that I have spent more time daydreaming in other worlds than getting the chance to experience life outside either a 9-5 trudge or isolation while he parties and brings his toxic feeling into my environment when I started looking at him in specific because, instead of facing in the Living World, he turned his head and only did it in spirit, showing me that he was losing the amazing man I though he was, all tracing back to that relationship. That relationship fucked him up, and I did my best to rescue him, getting severely hurt in the process. Picking up the pieces and moving forward with my life, meant me having to help him via spirit (since he was either too busy or too cowardice to talk to me in the physical world) process the damage that was left, him knowing his psycho ex-girlfriend and how she took advantage of him, disrespecting and gaslighting him, while I was made to act out in a manner that (granted helped me see it) but made me feel like one of the worst people in the world. Now, in retrospect, I can see that, he feels the same way after processing certain roles he’s played, but I was afraid I caused real damage to an innocent man through my action, compounding the regret and remorse, the guilt and grief that I have to live with to get him to stop lying to himself by thinking that guilt, grief, regret, and/or remorse came from someone else. Considering his psycho-ex doesn’t feel any of those things, nor does she feel the longing now that he’s gone, he would just be lying to himself and inventing an imaginary girlfriend that actually gives a shit.
”Well, fucking damn,” Dionysus says as I sit back against a tree in the Tiefling guise that signifies I’m using intuitive writing to talk to him in the Otherworld I know so well.
“I hate that the love got so sullied,” I tell Dionysus. “I remember the times when I just needed a break from reality and could find a place in some dimension in time and space where he’d find me and we’d fall in love all over again. Having to suppress it and hold it at bay just so I can think of him again and let him know that I haven’t given up on the adventure of finding each other in real life. I’m not the kind of person that pushes for revenge, regardless of how protective I am. I will defend myself and those I love, but that relationship made me consider murder just to be free. And her pushing for me to kill him, just because he was pissed at him. I had to direct the love I found and had only imagined at him, just to buffer the potential for hurting him. I am a peaceful person by nature, I may mask my anger really fucking hard to stay calm when I’m frustrated, and I wasn’t going to risk cursing an innocent man that I had seen shine and inspire millions, while being a genuinely good man who loved and cared about pretty much everyone, even if he kept to himself and a very small group of trusted friends. That, I can relate to because the people who see the real me are family and I will defend with my dying breath.”
”You realize, because you are an unknown author, the chances of said individual actually giving you the time of day in the flesh and blood world are extremely slim?” Dionysus asks, “And I know the guy you are referring to. So, to help you get back at him, I’m going to help you personally. In exchange, you help me clear a few things up and I’ll give you pot shots.”
”Awesome, because I would rather help him recover and grow back into the beautiful person that I caught a glimpse of in life and in spirit, when I was writing. I actively avoided having lengthy sessions getting to know him because of how damaging that previous relationship in the Living World and the resulting feelings really were,” I say, drawing on my partial eduction in behavior psychology in my pursuit to fix me. “And, I was instructed explicitly when writing my first home brew spell to ensure he got to see the real her, up close and in person, to dispel the Lies and Deceit to help him out with my first Homebrew Spell, The Narccassist Binding, working it out with you, because I had already checked in with the Hellenics and Hekate and Persephone were excited and he told me that the original target should exist stage left. I WAS AIMING AT HIS EX AND EUPHEMISM BEING A SECOND LANGUAGE, you and I can communicate in literary psychology and Pictionary, D. Her exiting stage left back then, marked her as the first draft’s villain. You and the daughters of Hades, did a fantastic job acting out for me their personalities to get a feel for how to write to distract myself from thinking murder thoughts coming to fruition after being exposed to their personalities. That came after, Loki said, “You have no idea what’s going. And I listed him when talking about the magic of editing. Next thing I know, I’m being possessed by Pan wanting to help him escape that situation, handing him a spindle of fairy magic tied to my blood, and he already knew my personality and that I’m a genuine daemon about to ascend into a Marshal god to be able to write the guidebook to working with the Divine as a Champion for Hades as Pluto entered Aquarius, heralding the New Golden Age, a burst of energy to stimulate the collective bohemian spirit to inspire the world better themselves in isolation, ensuring that people knew, if they kept at it after quarantine, they would be rewarded, all they had to was imagine their dream life and the Divine would do their upmost to get as close to as possible for the first time in centuries and I had to go through and old fashioned Dionysian Frenzy to unlock my guides to help with the campaign for the Dieties of Positive Mental Health because I learned how to tame my demons a long, long time ago,” I say, harkening back to the day when I first started my tales with, “long, long ago in the way way back, a strange being evolved from an even stranger concept. That concept being, can I do it for real?” Now back then, I was asked, if I could change the world, what would I do? And my response was help people.
Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.
“That’s what makes you a Marshal God, remember that, babygirl,” DIONYSUS SAID, GIVING ME A LOOK THAT SAID HE WAS CHANNELLING HADES AGAIN AND THAT WHEN IT CAME TO ROMANCING, HE GAVE ME HIS HEART AS A CHILD AND GAVE ME A HINT TO WHO MY PERFECT PARTNER REALLY IS.
“I know, D,” I say, just promise you’ll always be there for me in spirit. “I’m not going to give up looking for him, but I’m short of physical world resources to afford the travel it might take to track him down in the flesh, but expose to her even when it was just remnant picked up by my guides, be cause Melinoe had already given me the tools to succeed before Hades made sire that she could have a coming out party to celebrate the fact that she was finally free of her curse to appear as Men’s Worst Nightmares and I under my natal chart would be able to prove to me skeptical ass that the person pointed out to me would indeed be a the perfect candidate for my perfect partner.”
”That would be Twin Flames, you idiot,” Melinoe said with begrudging affection as she touched Dionysus’s shoulders as she appears statuesque dressed in a black wedding gown, her dark hair visible, spilling over her shoulders, spanning her back. “Remember the plan you two were privy to in the Underworld as you and I became one so you could help tell my story?”
”Yeah, just like I know it’s more logical for us to relate since I work with your parents and was able to relate to both your dark and light origins,” I pointed out. “From being the lonely girl so disappointed with the world and trying to figure out who you were that you decided to search for yourself and caught me portal jumping after your father told you to keep an eye on me because I’d made deal with him to work on basic manifestation in 2012, before I died due to medical complications and depression because my mother wanted me to live her life married to a man that would end up resenting me, if not thinking death thoughts of us, either murdering me or killing himself, because I was already saying good bye to all the things in our marriage that I wish were true but just wasn’t, but we weren’t open and honest with each other at first, until a near death experience snapped me out of it to be half in half out, belonging to both worlds, to open my eyes to the reality of the situation. My marriage was a shame, I was working in a job I hate and I would rather be single, out on my own, and pursuing my creative passion by writing, a surprise gift to YOU, Melinoe, from your father to say congratulations for finally finding me so we could do it for real and figuring out who to walk me through becoming a spiritualist so I could finally hug you and say thank you for looking out for me so we could do it for real, finally break your curse and bring more love into the world, maybe even finding one for me,’ I say.
”YOU HAVE ONE,” Melinoe and Dionysus snapped in unison, making me chuckle
”Hehehe,” Dionysus chuckles darkly and sighs in self satisfaction at being amazing as I swallow wifely cackles, having made peace with my fate and decided to enjoy it.
“We should use dragons,” a certain satyr said as he appeared, drawn in by the Original Bard’s natural charm as he decided to put plan into action, smiling, as he grabbed Melinoe by the arm and drew her into his side, one of the few goddesses that could put up with the horde of nymphs constantly trying to ride his dick and still want to marry him. Pan smiled, one of my favorite love drunk idiots that knew when I was surrounded by the ones I love first, I tended to could with love and affection, something that a general malaise set up by years of dissatisfaction, loneliness, longing, and the ache of needing the perfect one to understand me, had been hiding when I wasn’t writing, actively reaching for him blindly as I worried about my life slipping away from me tick by tick, hoping there was some who would, could, and, according to Pan, should, get to know me before passing me off as not worth it for him to at least know me physically as friends. As the song “Get Out of My Dreams and Into My Car,” starts playing on my phone in the real world, making me remember back when I was excited in 2021 to finally meet him in person, just to have him walk away without saying hello because he wanted a specific reaction from me or wasn’t sure if he wanted that reaction or not, possibly afraid of commitment or wanted me to enter into his line of sight in a specific way and when I didn’t he gave up, either that or he did want me because I wasn’t model gorgeous and ready to film, the song tanking my mood as I fought the resentment the silence and distance set up as I fought to remember how hard I fought to recover my sense of self worth after questioning it so hard I ended up suicidal again and had to fight to be heard so my guides knew I was still actively working on recovering and feeling better about myself like I was when I said he was worth it to say the work writing about and bringing to fruition the Dieties of Positive Mental Health was the absolute truth that started when I was working on myself and Lucifer started leading me to the dieties with Zadkiel to save my life and get me to live it.
”Dionysus, Dragons, the Devil, Dark Fairy, Daemons, and Demons,” I say, looking at Pan, “that’s a lot of D’s. Add that to the angels on our side and we can really do this, we can help humanity to heal. Between defending you guys and myself, weren’t going to need Ares for this, primarily because he already had the conversation with Hades about whether or not there would be a war against the family for this. I said I wouldn’t go to war against my own family and that includes the deities, who made it clear that I could target them with my hate if needed to keep from doing something that I would end up beating myself up for for the rest of my life.”
”We’re the United Divine, we are independent and you have the information needed to explain the Ecumenical Government so people can understand the spirits they are working with, should they choose to do so,” Melinoe said gently, knowing that her fighter’s spirit and mine tended to resonant when united and the two of us working together in the name of the Deities of Positive Mental Health and telling their stories was my life’s work that just so happened to include my Twin Flame and the one whose psycho-ex girlfriend wanted to turn into a weapon after I started to recognize that the Gods who previously specialized in psychological warfare were the experts to appeal to when recovering from PTSD.
Since COVID-19 gave humanity a taste of isolation madness with a spiritual movement to take better care of ourselves and individualize so we could make our dreams come true, including those of us who had only ever dreamed of perfect partners and we were using that as motivation to keep going and keep fighting when it didn’t seem like we could to have he best that we could achieve by applying ourselves with hard work instead of using magic to get what we want. Which for me was just a life worth living, instead of what I felt stuck with, knowing I was already adopting the right mindset to put the Law of Attraction and The Law of Abundance into action working for me by working on myself to feel better and earn my success in writing after deciding to own the fact that I have genuine writing talent and could make a living wage living somewhere like New York as long as I put the effort into polishing my work instead of rushing like I did with my first book, ensuring the quality and benefit to others’ mental health and lives as they realized the being happy is a choice and, if I can make it, anyone else can too. There is no reason to give up without giving it your all, all you have to do is find your passion, be brave, believe in yourself and, if need, faith in your gods to see you through when times get tough and it feels like your stuck to help give you a push with a miracle right when you need it, even when it’s close but no cigar but enough to give you a push in the right direction.
“Considering the fact that I know I’m not going to find a flesh and blood dragon that can shift into human form to be with me, I have refine my earlier images of my perfect partner down to someone more realistic based on my actual needs, and if he’s friends, like it already seems like he is based on previous writing and the instinct to have him coming from a country other than America, Melinoe, please do not let that bitch haunt his dreams or nightmares unless it is to make it abundantly clear that it is in his best interest to severe ties with her permanently because that relationship is so damaging.” I add as a side bar, already knowing that in order for his psycho ex-girlfriend to know anything or argue about why they should get back together, to know anything about me, she’d have to be stalking me in the Living World, if not violating my boundaries on a vicious basis that caused physical pain to gain a list of my celebrity crushes and if he wants her so bad that he would open himself to her having that kind of access to himself, which would mean her reading his thoughts and monitoring him, which is why I sent the dieties in and systematically dismantled demons to render any paid for curses sent by Santarea witches, after reading a neon pink book that had the flavor of it in the writing, and my niece dating someone who had a dark entity following their family and wanting to get her free of them while actively working with Lucifer, who taught me that the Devil catches the negativity and bullshit from the goat-skull stabbing fear-mongers to sabotage them when it comes to those kind of cult leaders and witches, I am protected by the Dark Fairy, Dionysus, Pan, Thanatos, and Hades, and who all know how to throw their weight around to protect innocent people from spiteful pettiness, after I found the knowledge needed by reading a book and he confirmed it after Dionysus and Pan stepped in to make sure things stayed fair and any retaliation that I did myself was justified all the way to spreading out to Divine Guidance geared towards recovery and healing, to point out that if she were the one who had that power or caused the pain that I went through instead of letting me just get back to writing my fictions and living my life, she would be attempting to facilitate the human sacrifice of some one that earned Jesus’s respect for their level of pure, selflessness, even though they are a polytheistic Heathen working towards a healthy amount of selfishness by recognizing their self worth with the intent of being their own success story to give hope to the world by proving it was possible to overcome mental illness with a combination of therapy and faith, even without medication if it’s unavailable, like it was for me due to lack of funding, with the exception of smoking pot which I’m not doing nearly as often.
UUUUGH!!!!!!! RANT OVER!!!!!!