Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Hekate Threw A Wrench In My Life Plan

So it's been a while, again. More than a while actually but there's a very good reason for that. 2016 has been a ... turbulent year, to say the least. Not totally in a bad way, now that I've had a bit of time to heal. In March, my husband walked out on our family and moved back in with his mother (briefly) before moving in with someone else. I don't know who or where. At first he was around quite a bit and seeing the girls often, but now, he's all but disappeared. I would say that it was a total surprise but it really wasn't. We tried and tried over the years but really, while I loved him,  it just wasn't working anymore. Neither of us tried at the same time. When I was trying, he checked out, by the time he tried again, I had checked out, and vice versa. Hekate had been warning me and moving me for months but I'm nothing if not stubborn. I suppose she finally took the choice away from me.

11 years. At first, I didn't think the pain would ever lessen, spent more time in tears than not. Now, I still miss him but I don't hurt nearly as much. In a way, I'm happier. Which seems weird, but it's true. I survived the first 3 months and each day I just get stronger. I don't know what the future will hold but so far, even though I railed against the change, I'm ok. I'm infinitely more stressed out, suddenly doing twice as much, OR MORE with suddenly none of the help, physically or financially, but now I'm not disappointed by the let down. I'm not sure what tomorrow may bring, I can only hope it's good.

Thursday, February 18, 2016

The Night I Woke Up Screaming

I'm not entirely sure what happened last night but it has never happened before. I'm not sure if it was a neurological  (sleep disorder) problem, déjà vu, premonition, some kind of metaphysical attack or what. Neurologically, it could have been a part of the narcolepsy (hypnopompic hallucinations - I've had both hypnopompic and hypnogogic but only a smell here, a voice there or once a light that looked like a cat, etc nothing to this magnitude) but not sleep paralysis because I was sitting nearly upright (but not fully) in bed. Maybe REM behavior disorder (which I have discussed before with doctors and I've acted out dreams but again, laying in bed, murmuring and moving hands, nothing of this magnitude). Not night terrors as I've never had them before and it only half fits like the rest of the neurological options. I'm not sure if it wasn't metaphysical. Maybe a combination.

I was laying in bed asleep. It wasn't late for me, in fact it was reasonably early compared to some days when I finally get to bed. I do take medicines though they've never caused this reaction and I specifically looked up drug interactions to the meds I took last night and this was not even a possible a side effect, I'm not getting a cold so no interactions there. I dozed off facing my youngest daughter, I don't remember when but I remember in my dream or whatever it was I was facing the opposite direction (I don't toss and turn in bed) staring into the opposite corner of the room at something (things). Swirling, malevolent mists stationary just feet from me. I could feel the malice. The light was on (I turned it off before getting into bed) but my husband had just gotten home from helping his mother (bed bound) he walked into the room and stepped on something so he paused at the threshold and he flipped the light. He said he walked in and I was leaning up staring into that corner, pale as a ghost as if all the blood had drained from my face (even "winter pale" I'm still pretty olive/tan compared to many people) and I screamed 5 terrified screams. He reacted by jumping back and turning towards the corner to see what I saw. Nothing. I didn't hear myself scream and miraculously none of my kids did either (they sleep deep like their father). He said I just sat there leaning up,  staring wide eyed into the corner for a few seconds or minutes largely unresponsive until finally I looked at him and just kept repeating his name and saying "I don't know what just happened." Over and over. I remained a bit shaky, scared and disoriented for a bit and unable to really explain what had happened, even to my husband. Couldn't explain what I'd seen in that corner. Unable to shake the terror and still sensing harm. I slept in my husbands arms with the lights on but considered grabbing my protection necklaces hanging over my bed and slip them on but settled for a small plea to my Queen to still my troubles and protect me from whatever was threatening me. By the time I woke up again a couple hours later I was mostly fine (if still a bit shaken) and able to turn the lights off and snuggle back down to sleep. It really could have been any number of things and I've listed all the possible scientific/medical reasons it *could* have been but I can't discount the feeling that it was an attack.

Pagans in the Closet

I know it's been a while since my last post but there has been a lot going on and little of interest but I'm feeling a bit salty. I started this yesterday but got interrupted and busy. I'm openly not Christian but not fully openly pagan, as in, not out of the broom closet. I don't attend church unless my mother asks me to go for her for mother's day or funerals/weddings etc. I don't close my eyes and bow my head for grace at family gatherings or say amen. I share free spiritual posts (though full on pagan things are USUALLY restricted to my more open side of facebook, occasionally I don't bother hiding). Those I trust, know. Or suspect. Those that dont, don't. Anyway.

I have a relative who is ... the worst. Not as ... vocally vile, as say the WBC people but very close. I've seen her riled up but generally she's just a syrupy bigot. Tries to be somewhat civil but you can tell she's judging you, etc. She was even fired from a government assistance job (think DSS/People's Inc/Health services etc) for the way she treated her clients, multiple complaints, asked by several to not come back. She didn't even try to hide her disdain for these people. You get the idea. I could go on and on for days. Granted, she's my aunt and I love her. I just don't like her. It happens. I don't avoid her if she's around, I'm definitely civil and even friendly but we don't ... hang out. I can count on one hand the number of times I've been to her house on one hand and each time was to help her (she runs an animal rescue) or with my mom. Just a bit of history. Anyway. In November of last year, November 1st, to be exact, she posted on Facebook asking if anyone had a mama cat that could take an abandoned nursing kitten she'd found in her chicken coop. After about an hour or so of no takers I posted that I had a mommy cat if she didn't have any other options and we arranged for me to come get it when my husband got home. 2 hours later she messaged me asking where I was and that the kitty was hungry. An hour later I showed up with my husband and children. The kitten was in a transport crate in her drivewar with a little dish of goat milk and she gave me a medicine dropper to feed it while it was quarantined and some meds for a respiratory infection and dewormer, the meds were on her atv thingy (I have no clue what it is) in her garage so I stepped into the garage with her, about 2 feet in the garage. No where near her side door and on the opposite side of her house than her room is. Stepped back out of the garage and stood around talking outside while my husband helped my uncle with dog kennels since his knees and stuff are bad. Once done we left.

A few days after Christmas my mom called me to give me a heads up that my aunt couldn't find a piece of very expensive jewelry and had been looking everywhere and was going to file a police report and remembered she had seen it before I came over. She also listed a handful of other people, including my mother that had been there but at first I was pissed. None of my immediate family had gone inside the house in the 2 month period between "it may have gone missing then" and "just a heads up" and she runs an animal rescue from her home so has her "volunteers" and people from that and has people house sit for her and has them over etc but mom talked me down and I let it go. Simply because mom said she'd given them "all the names she could think of" and it was a very expensive piece. I'd be panicking too. However nearly a full month went by with no word so I forgot about it. Until a detective called me and asked if I could come in and talk with her and give a statement. I'd completely forgotten about it and assumed it was about a completely different incidence (where I was a witness, not a suspect) until I sat and thought about how not only were those two agencies in two seperate counties but two seperate cities AND two seperate states. So I got to thinking and that "heads up" was the only thing I could think of. I'd agreed to come in, I have nothing to hide in any case but we'd played phone tag and things kept coming up for her but finally yesterday I was able to get in (though had to speak with a different detective because the original got called out on a case).

I was mirandized and though I could have refused to cooperate or asked for counsel, I'm innocent of everything (except for having differing beliefs) and not afraid of giving my accounts. I've never been arrested, never questioned as a suspect (once as a teenager I was questioned at a local hangout on the whereabouts of a friend who was later arrested for possession) never suspected. In short, I've never been in any kind of trouble, I don't do drugs, I don't steal, I've never stolen from friends and family, never been accused. In short, I'm the cleanest "black sheep" in the ENTIRE family. My black sheep status comes ONLY from being a pagan democrat. My friends all know I'm not a thief, as does my family. My own mother stated I'd rather do without than look for handouts and I won't even ask for help with something I need and hate accepting help unless it affects my children. When my husband lost his job I did what I had to by starting to babysit but was fully prepared to move to an area I hate (because it's all people like the rest of my family and I'd be shoved even more in the broom closet but even more secluded because it's in the mountains of coal country) because that's what was going to happen if I or my husband couldn't pay our bills. But we are surviving. My bills are paid, my children had a prosperous Christmas, I'm able to afford winter gear and clothes they need and even toys and entertainment. We don’t go out a lot, I have wish lists that occasionally I can buy from but more often, they have to wait. And that's ok with me.

The detective straight up told me that I was there because I was a suspect in the disappearance in the jewelry that had been reported sometime in December and that I'd been there. I gave a statement and showed the detective the messages that were time stamped with the date and time, the post from where she was asking for help etc so there could be ZERO "around this day/time" "may be off by a bit" etc. No, it was "the last time I was at her house was at x time on y day for z purpose " and "as of this day (which was yesterday) I've only seen her one other time. At my mothers, for thanksgiving dinner. I didn't see her AT ALL in December, January or February, and just those two instances in November." My husband, who is not pagan (is curious) though not practicing Christianity, was with me in both of those instance and on the first, even returned alone to their house after dropping us off to continue (outside) helping my uncle with the kennels. He has not been called or questioned yet he was also there (longer than me), he has a minor record (for court, violation of probation on a driving while suspended that he didn't fix), a long driving record and a history of drug abuse all of which is resolved and has been but the fact remains, he has a past. My mother was also there and while she's been on the right track as well, for years, she's now a practicing Christian who attends church more regularly than aunt. She has been inside my aunts, regularly. She has not been called or questioned. Another person who has a past, including from stealing off of her in the past, was also there. I have no way of knowing if she's been questioned. Another who leads an "alternative or frowned upon" (to people like my aunt) lifestyle and does drugs but is a "Christian", was also there at different times, has not been questioned. My cousin who has been in and out of jail and prison, also an addict and "alternative/frowned upon", also been found guilty of stealing off of a relative etc, has not been questioned or even a suspect, probably because she "goes to church with her aunties". Despite catching another charge just last month. Another relative house sat and their spouse is a meth addict and thief who abandons their son for weeks at a time while that relative was seeking treatment from the VA. Neither of them have been questioned. Yet again, they're non-practicing Christians. The list is endless. But I'm the only suspect of the people I know. My mom went with me and was astonished. Then she said "It's probably because she thinks you're a facebook satanist".

This is why I don't want to say it loud and proud. Why I only fully admit it to some or total internet strangers with some anonymity. Trustworthy people. More trustworthy obviously than my own blood. I know I'm innocent. My friends know I'm innocent. My immediate family. But this is the first time I've been accused of something based not on character, but simply for being different. I've read articles of people who are suspects in homicides and headlines read all about how the crimes are suspected "pagan/wiccan ritual" killings, how people are still murdered because they're pagan or accused of witchcraft. STILL, to this day. In 2016. And while MANY people are accepting or at least not automatically on the defense or actively on the offense. For nothing. Granted now that my opinion is that aunt can kiss my non-satanic ass and I'll never lift a finger to help her again, I kind of want to say fuck everyone and walk out of that broom closet with my middle fingers up. Or at least with my head held high. Just something to think about next time someone says they're afraid to step out of ANY closet. Because I knew some people would not like it, but I never thought I'd be accused of a crime I'd never commit even desperate by my own blood.