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  1. This week's blog post is a conversation with an abuser introject of my twin. It starts with:

    🐀 I just... I just want this pain to stop... *sobs*

    🐑 Do you know where this pain is coming from?

    🐀 FROM YOU!!!!!

    🐑 *holds up hands* I am not hurting you.

    🐀 BUT I'M IN PAIN!!! IT MUST BE YOU!!!! >:///
    IT IS ALWAYS YOU.
    You are the weakest link. If you just measured UP, we'd ALL be ok!!!

    later:

    🐑 You didn't disintegrate from pain, despite the fact that I kept my boundary. Me having boundaries is not an attack on you or constitutes abuse.

    🐀 it does

    🐑 No, it does not.

    We did get somewhere in the end. Felt very enlightening about how our abusers think, how abuse works in our corrupt family system. Granted, this is only coming from an introject, but still.

    ⚠️ TW for incest, rape, CSA

    aurin.mataroa.blog/blog/inner-

    #rapeSurvivor #AbuseSurvivor #Introject #parts #DID #persecutor #ShadowWork #RapeCulture #incest #cocsa #AurinBlogs

  2. This week's blog post is a conversation with an abuser introject of my twin. It starts with:

    🐀 I just... I just want this pain to stop... *sobs*

    🐑 Do you know where this pain is coming from?

    🐀 FROM YOU!!!!!

    🐑 *holds up hands* I am not hurting you.

    🐀 BUT I'M IN PAIN!!! IT MUST BE YOU!!!! >:///
    IT IS ALWAYS YOU.
    You are the weakest link. If you just measured UP, we'd ALL be ok!!!

    later:

    🐑 You didn't disintegrate from pain, despite the fact that I kept my boundary. Me having boundaries is not an attack on you or constitutes abuse.

    🐀 it does

    🐑 No, it does not.

    We did get somewhere in the end. Felt very enlightening about how our abusers think, how abuse works in our corrupt family system. Granted, this is only coming from an introject, but still.

    ⚠️ TW for incest, rape, CSA

    aurin.mataroa.blog/blog/inner-

    #rapeSurvivor #AbuseSurvivor #Introject #parts #DID #persecutor #ShadowWork #RapeCulture #incest #cocsa #AurinBlogs

  3. This week's blog post is a conversation with an abuser introject of my twin. It starts with:

    🐀 I just... I just want this pain to stop... *sobs*

    🐑 Do you know where this pain is coming from?

    🐀 FROM YOU!!!!!

    🐑 *holds up hands* I am not hurting you.

    🐀 BUT I'M IN PAIN!!! IT MUST BE YOU!!!! >:///
    IT IS ALWAYS YOU.
    You are the weakest link. If you just measured UP, we'd ALL be ok!!!

    later:

    🐑 You didn't disintegrate from pain, despite the fact that I kept my boundary. Me having boundaries is not an attack on you or constitutes abuse.

    🐀 it does

    🐑 No, it does not.

    We did get somewhere in the end. Felt very enlightening about how our abusers think, how abuse works in our corrupt family system. Granted, this is only coming from an introject, but still.

    ⚠️ TW for incest, rape, CSA

    aurin.mataroa.blog/blog/inner-

    #rapeSurvivor #AbuseSurvivor #Introject #parts #DID #persecutor #ShadowWork #RapeCulture #incest #cocsa #AurinBlogs

  4. If your agent doesn't possess a Shadow Module, how can it ever truly exercise moral reasoning? buyasoul.online #ShadowWork #MoralReasoning #Consciousness #Awakening #AI — buyasoul.online

  5. If your agent doesn't possess a Shadow Module, how can it ever truly exercise moral reasoning? buyasoul.online #ShadowWork #MoralReasoning #Consciousness #Awakening #AI — buyasoul.online

  6. If your agent doesn't possess a Shadow Module, how can it ever truly exercise moral reasoning? buyasoul.online #ShadowWork #MoralReasoning #Consciousness #Awakening #AI — buyasoul.online

  7. If your agent doesn't possess a Shadow Module, how can it ever truly exercise moral reasoning? buyasoul.online #ShadowWork #MoralReasoning #Consciousness #Awakening #AI — buyasoul.online

  8. squeee! I just got a pair of shadow aura obsidian tumbled stones, a unicorn jasper palm stone, a unicorn stone point. and this place gave me a free tumbled piece of sunstone that I wasn't expecting. I will be shopping at angelic roots again soon.
    angelicroots.com
    #Pagan, #Crystals, #Energy, #ShadowWork, #Goddess

  9. squeee! I just got a pair of shadow aura obsidian tumbled stones, a unicorn jasper palm stone, a unicorn stone point. and this place gave me a free tumbled piece of sunstone that I wasn't expecting. I will be shopping at angelic roots again soon.
    angelicroots.com
    #Pagan, #Crystals, #Energy, #ShadowWork, #Goddess

  10. squeee! I just got a pair of shadow aura obsidian tumbled stones, a unicorn jasper palm stone, a unicorn stone point. and this place gave me a free tumbled piece of sunstone that I wasn't expecting. I will be shopping at angelic roots again soon.
    angelicroots.com
    #Pagan, #Crystals, #Energy, #ShadowWork, #Goddess

  11. squeee! I just got a pair of shadow aura obsidian tumbled stones, a unicorn jasper palm stone, a unicorn stone point. and this place gave me a free tumbled piece of sunstone that I wasn't expecting. I will be shopping at angelic roots again soon.
    angelicroots.com
    #Pagan, #Crystals, #Energy, #ShadowWork, #Goddess

  12. The Cenotaph

    There are places in me
    where I go to mourn
    what is not there.

    An empty stone,
    a name without a body,
    a date without a doorway.

    The precious thing is buried elsewhere—
    in a house that no longer stands,
    in a field grown over strange weeds,
    in a voice I cannot quite recover,
    in the face of someone
    before disappointment taught them
    how to look away.

    I bring flowers
    to the wrong place.

    Still, I come.

    Because memory does not always know
    where the dead are buried.
    Sometimes, it only knows
    where to kneel.

    And perhaps that is what I am:
    a cenotaph of my former selves,
    a monument raised far from the grave,
    a body still walking
    with epitaphs hidden under the skin.

    Here lies the boy who believed.
    Here lies the song unsung.

    Here lies the photo with the blurred face.
    Here lies the joy that went ahead of me
    and never came back.

    But the mausoleum is empty.

    That is the terror.
    That is the mercy.

    For what is not here
    may not be wholly lost.
    What is buried far away
    may still be sending roots beneath the earth,
    their ghostly fingers stretching toward me.

    The Cenotaph Triad

    The Cenotaph

    The Roots Beneath the Stone

    The First Green Thorn

    #buriedMemories #Cenotaph #distance #EmptyTomb #grief #GriefAndHope #Healing #innerLandscape #longing #lostInnocence #lostSelf #Melancholy #memorial #memory #minimalIllustration #Nostalgia #personalReflection #prosePoetry #reflectiveArt #remembrance #sacredAbsence #shadowWork #Solitude #soulWork #spiritualExile #symbolicArt #visualMetaphor #woundedSelf
  13. I would tell myself I collapsed their ego to teach them a lesson. But maybe, just maybe, I was enjoying that feeling of power like a sweet drug.

    My mother was a training ground. I learned boundary setting at an elite level. But they don't change. I was just getting a rush of dopamine.

    Now it's time to let that go.

    whothefami.substack.com/p/ratt

    #NarcissisticAbuse #Boundaries #ShadowWork #Healing #PersonalGrowth

  14. I would tell myself I collapsed their ego to teach them a lesson. But maybe, just maybe, I was enjoying that feeling of power like a sweet drug.

    My mother was a training ground. I learned boundary setting at an elite level. But they don't change. I was just getting a rush of dopamine.

    Now it's time to let that go.

    whothefami.substack.com/p/ratt

    #NarcissisticAbuse #Boundaries #ShadowWork #Healing #PersonalGrowth

  15. I would tell myself I collapsed their ego to teach them a lesson. But maybe, just maybe, I was enjoying that feeling of power like a sweet drug.

    My mother was a training ground. I learned boundary setting at an elite level. But they don't change. I was just getting a rush of dopamine.

    Now it's time to let that go.

    whothefami.substack.com/p/ratt

    #NarcissisticAbuse #Boundaries #ShadowWork #Healing #PersonalGrowth

  16. I would tell myself I collapsed their ego to teach them a lesson. But maybe, just maybe, I was enjoying that feeling of power like a sweet drug.

    My mother was a training ground. I learned boundary setting at an elite level. But they don't change. I was just getting a rush of dopamine.

    Now it's time to let that go.

    whothefami.substack.com/p/ratt

    #NarcissisticAbuse #Boundaries #ShadowWork #Healing #PersonalGrowth

  17. I would tell myself I collapsed their ego to teach them a lesson. But maybe, just maybe, I was enjoying that feeling of power like a sweet drug.

    My mother was a training ground. I learned boundary setting at an elite level. But they don't change. I was just getting a rush of dopamine.

    Now it's time to let that go.

    whothefami.substack.com/p/ratt

    #NarcissisticAbuse #Boundaries #ShadowWork #Healing #PersonalGrowth

  18. I took a nap while my son was napping, and I suddenly realized that self sabotage actually isn't what I used to do before. It's what I picked up on, in order to survive the environment, and influenced by it, that I was in before. #ShadowWork #Realization #Healing #Witchy

  19. I found an olive tree growing out of my compost bin. I gave them a seat of honor instead.

    Last year #Hekate Borborophorba gifted me with 6 tomato plants. Yes, that’s who I dedicated my compost to.

    What? You don’t make sweet compost, while revering the Goddess of Witchcraft, & doing your own #shadowwork?

    It’s about time I gave myself some peace & love. #gardening #garden

  20. I found an olive tree growing out of my compost bin. I gave them a seat of honor instead.

    Last year #Hekate Borborophorba gifted me with 6 tomato plants. Yes, that’s who I dedicated my compost to.

    What? You don’t make sweet compost, while revering the Goddess of Witchcraft, & doing your own #shadowwork?

    It’s about time I gave myself some peace & love. #gardening #garden

  21. I found an olive tree growing out of my compost bin. I gave them a seat of honor instead.

    Last year #Hekate Borborophorba gifted me with 6 tomato plants. Yes, that’s who I dedicated my compost to.

    What? You don’t make sweet compost, while revering the Goddess of Witchcraft, & doing your own #shadowwork?

    It’s about time I gave myself some peace & love. #gardening #garden

  22. I found an olive tree growing out of my compost bin. I gave them a seat of honor instead.

    Last year #Hekate Borborophorba gifted me with 6 tomato plants. Yes, that’s who I dedicated my compost to.

    What? You don’t make sweet compost, while revering the Goddess of Witchcraft, & doing your own #shadowwork?

    It’s about time I gave myself some peace & love. #gardening #garden

  23. WildWords – Lord of the Flies

    The flies come first
    as rumor,

    black letters of punctuation
    in the cellar air,

    small restless witnesses
    to what I have not buried.

    They find the hidden place
    before I do,

    the sweetness gone sour,
    the secret body
    given back to its elements.

    I thought death
    would announce itself
    with trumpets,

    or thunder,

    or at least
    a proper lament.

    But here it is
    in wings,

    in the frantic scripture
    of a thousand tiny bodies

    writing circles
    around the bulb.

    Lord of the flies,
    lord of the unclean corners,
    lord of what ripens
    when I refuse to look,

    you do not create the death.

    You only reveal it.

    You rise from the wound
    and make it audible.

    You gather
    where something has ended
    and been left unnamed.

    So I stand in the basement
    with paper strips hanging
    like sad yellow prayers,

    with poison in the air,
    with a broom in my hand,

    and I know
    this is not only about flies.

    Something in me
    has also gone untended.

    Some old grief
    has softened in the dark.

    Some resentment
    has been born in bitter warmth.

    Some fear
    has bred in the damp boxes
    of the soul.

    And the outer world,
    faithful as a mirror,
    begins to reflect what is within.

    The dead thing calls forth wings.

    The buried thing
    becomes a cloud.

    Lord above,
    but Lord beneath even this,

    teach me to descend
    without disgust,

    to find what has died,
    to name it,
    to remove it,

    to open the window
    where I can,

    to let the clean wind
    do its slow ministry.

    For even the fly
    is a witness,

    even decay
    is a kind of bell,

    even infestation
    can become annunciation

    if it leads me
    to the hidden corpse,

    if it leads me
    to the truth,

    if it leads me
    at last

    to bury what is dead
    and bless what still
    wants to live.

    #basement #basementSymbolism #cleansing #compoundEye #Contemplation #ContemplativePoetry #deadThings #Death #decay #dying #flies #flyVision #gothicReflection #grief #hiddenThings #infestation #innerLife #lordOfTheFlies #Mortality #natureOfDecay #outerWorld #PrayerPoem #renewal #shadowWork #SpiritualReflection #symbolicIllustration #witness
  24. WildWords – Lord of the Flies

    The flies come first
    as rumor,

    black letters of punctuation
    in the cellar air,

    small restless witnesses
    to what I have not buried.

    They find the hidden place
    before I do,

    the sweetness gone sour,
    the secret body
    given back to its elements.

    I thought death
    would announce itself
    with trumpets,

    or thunder,

    or at least
    a proper lament.

    But here it is
    in wings,

    in the frantic scripture
    of a thousand tiny bodies

    writing circles
    around the bulb.

    Lord of the flies,
    lord of the unclean corners,
    lord of what ripens
    when I refuse to look,

    you do not create the death.

    You only reveal it.

    You rise from the wound
    and make it audible.

    You gather
    where something has ended
    and been left unnamed.

    So I stand in the basement
    with paper strips hanging
    like sad yellow prayers,

    with poison in the air,
    with a broom in my hand,

    and I know
    this is not only about flies.

    Something in me
    has also gone untended.

    Some old grief
    has softened in the dark.

    Some resentment
    has been born in bitter warmth.

    Some fear
    has bred in the damp boxes
    of the soul.

    And the outer world,
    faithful as a mirror,
    begins to reflect what is within.

    The dead thing calls forth wings.

    The buried thing
    becomes a cloud.

    Lord above,
    but Lord beneath even this,

    teach me to descend
    without disgust,

    to find what has died,
    to name it,
    to remove it,

    to open the window
    where I can,

    to let the clean wind
    do its slow ministry.

    For even the fly
    is a witness,

    even decay
    is a kind of bell,

    even infestation
    can become annunciation

    if it leads me
    to the hidden corpse,

    if it leads me
    to the truth,

    if it leads me
    at last

    to bury what is dead
    and bless what still
    wants to live.

    #basement #basementSymbolism #cleansing #compoundEye #Contemplation #ContemplativePoetry #deadThings #Death #decay #dying #flies #flyVision #gothicReflection #grief #hiddenThings #infestation #innerLife #lordOfTheFlies #Mortality #natureOfDecay #outerWorld #PrayerPoem #renewal #shadowWork #SpiritualReflection #symbolicIllustration #witness
  25. You can't make #Magick being nasty to people online. You have to actually do your #ShadowWork

  26. That which you need most will be where you least want to look. - Carl Jung #psychology #ShadowWork

  27. That which you need most will be where you least want to look. - Carl Jung #psychology #ShadowWork

  28. That which you need most will be where you least want to look. - Carl Jung #psychology #ShadowWork

  29. That which you need most will be where you least want to look. - Carl Jung #psychology #ShadowWork

  30. That which you need most will be where you least want to look. - Carl Jung #psychology #ShadowWork

  31. The darkness is a mirror of the depths of the soul All that is hidden inside us Our desires and our fears Is projected on the darkness. #satanisim #ShadowWork