I never thought I’d work with ghosts.
Like a lot of things on my path, it’s the last thing I expected that fits me the best.
The spirits I’ve begun to deal with on my sacred Kingship path are ghosts and monsters, and the ghosts think getting this song stuck in my head to get my attention is hilarious.
*is pondering recent developments within his life first thing in the morning*
Varian: I feel like my life is a fanfic.
the Madman: Dear, I think you passed “fanfic” a long time ago.
Varian: You’re right. My life is a fairy tale.
the Madman: Need I remind you that Love is infinite?
Varian: No, I know that, it’s just…this is overwhelming right now. I’m side-eyeing the hell out of e/Everyone right now, especially my feelings involving [person].
Varian: Take just one part of my past life, and you’ve got an action/adventure/romance movie plot. Smash it all together, and you’ve got a fairy tale.
Half the time when I wonder if any of this is real, and I get a sign, it’s something wonderful and awe-inspiring.
The other half of the time, it’s humorous or exasperating in just how obvious it is.
I’ve talked before about how I associate several of my deities with the moon, and about how many mixed feelings I have about that symbolism now, because of the emotional fallout of Otherworld Drama that happened this summer.
The Madman and I were talking about what I could possibly do to help me heal and move on from all this, and he suggested I get a new set of prayer beads. The beads would be a symbol of a clean start for myself in my practice, and a symbol for my chosen Family, rather than something that held old memories.
So I started browsing Etsy.
*Varian finds a set of moon themed prayer beads*
*ravens outside start cawing*
*Varian goes to move away from the beads*
*ravens outside go fucking nuts*
*Varian debates over the beads some more*
*ravens will not shut up*
*Varian adds the beads to his cart and buys them*
*ravens go silent*
I’m in shock.
All that Otherworld Drama that’s made me and my Family’s lives absolute hell over the past few months…it’s over.
My Beloveds and I are very, very shaken up, but…we’re safe now.
There’s going to be fallout from this, but we’re going to be okay.
Context: I was waiting for a movie to start, and all the previews were for action movies. This conversation happened.
the Madman: Why would anyone want to live in an action movie?
Varian: I have no idea. I mean, I joke that my life is a fanfic, but now we’re at the Angsty Plot Twists section of it, combined with a nice helping of the The Hero’s Past is Back to Haunt Him trope.
the Madman: And it sucks.
Varian: Yes, it does.
I mentioned this in another post, but the Madman has been doing some research on why Osiris is suddenly being so horrible to my Family, and on why the other Netjer (except for Seth) are being silent about this (or openly hostile when I’ve gone to them for help.) I also mentioned that the things he’s finding are horrifying, and there’s several layers of deceit and betrayal that we have to untangle (from both the past and present.)
I recently got some divination back, and it backs up what my Husband has been finding (it also backed up the past life reading I’d gotten from a different diviner.)
Actually knowing all this is really happening (it’s mostly happening Over There, but the emotional affect on me Here is very real,) and having a very solid idea of why this is happening…is something I have mixed feelings about.
There’s a bit of relief, because now we have answers.
The rest of my emotions are a mix of anger, sadness, and fear.
We also have the beginning steps of a plan on what to do next, and that feels good.
We have that, at least.
Slowly we begin to delve into the archives of time and memories and lives gone by.
And we see that the more we peel back, the more layers we find.
Betrayal upon betrayal.
How far back does this deceit and hatred go?
How much must my Family endure before it’s over?