Every person in our lives mirrors back pieces of ourselves. Whether it be our hopes, dreams, how we believe ourselves to be, what we perceive, our fears, anxieties, worries, burdens, losses, etc.

Sometimes, our children have alot of wisdom we fail to see. My daughter is a reflection of me. She reminds me just how perfect my life really is. Here's to all the mom's and dad's who have all been given such perfect gifts.

Come on, people! We're not going to world war 3, just because the middle east hates us. They've always hated us. :D

So aimlessly some say that things, over time, tend to get better.<<<<---------Where this ALL stemmed from. But 27 years old now I wonder, if that wasn't just a lie someone said to give people in darkness some kind of hope. Some kind of light, even if it's faint.. As maybe a last chance of some sorts cause they maybe failed at doing so themselves, or the dark ones simply saw through the vesade and lies they probably recklessly shoved down their throat in pointless efforts in caring enough to save them, and bring sun back out.

In this entry, I had gotten a new witchy book while in Sioux Falls, SD. It was a reward in a way for me. Still need to use it.

I become pregnant by a monster. My life has always been rough around the edges but I’ve always survived. This one thing broke me so bad I’m still walking myself back to the woman I was once.

What is a self? This issue is a timeless debate in psychology, and for good reason: how is one to decide something that can not be seen? Well, as humans, we put our fate into things we can not see all the time, but what is a self? In my opinion, it is completely different for everyone. It is a value that is learned and not given. So…what is a self for me? What do I believe in? How do I know this? You’ll see these questions repeated in this essay.

The morning after your birthday, a quiet drive took an unexpected turn, leading you to a discovery that would change everything. What started as a tragic moment soon introduced you to a tiny survivor. This is the story of an extraordinary bond, a journey of unexpected lessons, and a profound connection to a departed loved one.

Well, while not staying consistent with journaling, I forgot that I had already started night journaling off and on. It's the second of last 2024 entry.

I choose to live and fulfil what i was born to do. I was not created to be unhappy and leave unhappy. This is my journal and I am writing in every page about my success and achievement in Christ Jesus. I will write everything about this life and leave no page unturned.

They may have even went to a diviner of some kind to see if they was your soulmate and found out they was just a lesson. They found out you was going on a path they cannot join you on.

In the first half, I finish my pentacle! I also did some night journaling. The second half finished out July.

When you say "a good life", that implies a fulfilling, meaningful existence, and existence, though punctuated with failure, disappointment, and loss, yet you are still at peace; still at rest; still hopeful.

To thee who findest these words, Thou holdest the last breath of my soul, pressed ’twixt trembling fingers and holy parchment.

The first poem is a limerick about a boy named Ike. The rest are regular poems about different subjects

The first poem is a limerick about a boy named Ike. The rest are regular poems about different subjects

After taking a mental health break and getting my energy back, this entry is one that anyone can do.

A forensic critique of animal sacrifice in cultural and religious rituals—exploring why these practices threaten ethical consistency in the U.S. and how modern morality clashes with ancient rites.

Discover some YouTubers that I am subscribed to as a witch and allow me to just vent about the continuous disconnection and things.

It’s easy to act ethical when you’re rested and respected. The real test shows up in private, when it costs you.