Hindsight is 20/20

As I’m putting things in place for this next chapter of my life, I’m starting to notice something about myself. While I would have described myself as quirky when it came to spiritual matters, I wouldn’t have given it any other thought. Like, I would get some “insight” into something, make a comment about it, use logic to dismiss it, or to understand it, and then just go about my way. I would even use outlandish things to shock people because most have the religious stick so far up their asses they choke any time they swallow - it made it so they’d go away and leave me alone, don’t judge. Lol, I tried it before with Kristopher when I started working early mornings in receiving at Walmart. He asked what I was doing for Easter, and I told him I was sacrificing a white bunny to the Spring goddess under the full moon. I wasn’t really. I was boiling and dying eggs like every other mom in America. The look on his face when I invited him to the “sacrifice” was priceless! No, back then I was a Christian by society’s definition of a Catholic - “non practicing” which basically means you don’t go to church in the Baptist world; you don’t pray every day, and forget about taking communion. I believed in God and Christ and all that stuff, but I did have a warped sense of belief around it.

Truthfully, I was told it was just my “over-active imagination” playing tricks on me - been that way since I was a kid - so I never really delved into any of the “woo-woo” stuff. Looking back on Royal Pitas with what was going on back then comparing it to what I know now - y e a h… Someone had been trying to get my attention my entire life; and given some of the shit that happened while I was documenting Royal Pitas in my personal and professional life - y e a h… I don’t believe in coincidences and while I may act dumb and naive, I’m not. My mind may be slow, but it hangs on to every frigging detail until I can process it. May have been three years later, but by golly, I was already getting pings from Spirit about shady shit happening when I didn’t know about spiritual shady shit. Oh well. The instigators from back then will be getting theirs soon enough (if they haven’t already); just as the current instigators will be getting their own.

Therein lies the rub. People fucking with others on an energetic and spiritual level is one thing when both parties know the existence of the woo-woos; but fucking with one who has no concept of the woo-woos? That’s literally digging your own karmic grave. The universe doesn’t play around when defending those who are innocent of any wrong-doing. The universe will send Karma to start the chain reaction of events that will befall the perpetrator or perpetrators and, just like in the case of Job from the Bible, the universe will bless the innocent beyond what they lost. I don’t know why they decided to gun for me - I was just living my life trying to get shit figured out. My husband had been dead for two years; I had just gotten out of my grief induced depression and stepped into an existential crisis. I was trying to figure out who the fuck I was, not to the world but to myself. Knowing what I know now and the amount of energy needed to even maintain the level of bullshit I endured back then…I should be flattered, I guess? Maybe vengeful? I’m not. I feel sorry for them. The energy they’re expending in their animosity towards me was wasted. Well, not wasted per se, because I alchemized that shit into personal growth and expanded my knowledge and understanding of the unseen (the Fae aren’t as bad as others would make them seem) - again, I was doing woo-woo shit when I didn’t even know what the fuck it was (story of my life it seems). I made decisions that were profitable for a time. I found parts of myself I thought were long gone. I discovered parts of me that I didn’t even knew existed. I also had moments where the personal growth cost me dearly in the way of losing friends and family - including my own child. Those were moments that were crucial in my journey, and though I didn’t know it at the time, I was transmuting the crap that was getting thrown at me into things that were necessary for not just my growth, but also the personal growth of my child and those whom I’ve parted ways with. I heard things through the grapevine about some sad situations for people (gotta love small towns) and it sounded like Karma paid them a visit. I’m not saying it was for me, but given the blessings I had received in my personal growth journey I’m going to say if it wasn’t, I was given a “sneak peek” of things to come for me. Even now, as my home’s wards got hit and I got the tingele (its a combination of tinge and tingle - that’s the best way I know how to spell the sensation) I’m alchemizing their energy into this blog; into building my chickens a new “winter home” and in a more stable relationship. It almost makes me want to start some shenanigans just so they’d throw more my way so I’ll have the energy to fold laundry…I hate folding laundry. I won’t though, just like I won’t seek vengeance for what they’ve done or are continuing to do. They can blame me for all their life woes if they want. I’m a mom. I’m used to being the bad guy. But until they start checking themselves, karma is going to continue coming back around for them and not for what they did to me, but what they continue to do to themselves. Which is why I don’t seek revenge - I have enough shit going on that I don’t need to add karmic repercussions onto my plate.

But I really don’t want to fold laundry…