This poor baby was left in a veld to die. He is just butt bones and ribs. He followed me home. Fed him, gave him water and now he is sleeping soundly. Human beings never cease to disappoint me.
I, however, am starting to feel like Snow White... coz all the animals come to me eventually💗
Havent named him yet. Duno what breed he is. But I would love some suggestions for a name🤔
Please continue telling us we are nuts, insane... "conspiracy theorists"... that we remember things wrong... while yall busy doing that, more and more of us are waking up and understanding what happened to us. I wana see yall debunk people like this woman. I'm about halfway through this podcast. You can see that she isn't just someone reading off a script... you can see when she is emotionally and mentally reliving an Experience. I think this tracks for alot of us. Everything is there... the auditory tests, pink chalk bubblegum flavoured drink... and much more. I would like fellow experiencers thoughts on this🤔
Its like Stardew Valley but better. It takes hours out of my life but I love playing it. I have 5 plots with 5 different themes and setups. This is just some of thr layouts and highlights. It took loooonnnggg to collect all those plushies. And every house and every ornament was built and placed by me. I have been busy af as you can see🤣😋💅
New fun facts about me that yall can think about. I used to dig these things so deeply into my palms that my hands hurt for days... but the sensation is so calming. #autismshit
She ran as fast as she could, her heart pounding, head racing. She wondered what could scare the fae, as they knew every living thing that moved through these lands. She felt scared... terrified. She heard roaring in the distance. A roaring of a creature she had never heard before. Her eyes filled with tears, her heart with dread. She stumbled and fell upon a tree root and tumbled helplessly forward. "Oh God, oh God!" she cried breathlessly.
She slowly got back on her feet... the world was reeling around her. Which direction was she running in? She tried to get her bearings. As she spun around trying to find the way, she spotted something that she couldnt quite fathom at first. It was coming towards her... fast. The sound of hooves rose in the dark, and a wall of flame came charging at her. She stood watching in abject horror as the animals all ablaze, ran around her, past her into the dark heart of the night. She whimpered, the tears slowly running down her cheeks. Ahara finally saw it... the entirety of the forest was engulfed, the bright red flames licking at the sky above.
She felt her legs weakening as the stampede of animals ran past. She wanted to scream, to cry, to fall to her knees and surrender to the enevitable. She shook her head, took a deep breath, looked up to the sky. Her heart was torn. Without the forest... she had no home. Yet, if she stayed she would be destroyed along with everything else. She was about to turn when a single form walked out of the inferno... unscathed. She stared in bewilderment.
On seas of silence I lay my soul, and close my eyes to slumber. I place my hand over my heart, listening to its silent thunder. My thoughts are restless... always racing. I struggle and fight as best I can to push them away... but they push back and fight to stay. I feel their filthy fingers pierce my mind... looking for the broken pieces that shimmer and shine. I beg, I plead, I cry out to the dark... Take me! Save me! The tears slowly runs down my cheeks... my breath stuck in my throat... quivering... burning. Oh how we wax gibbous and wane poetic... how we try to ease our minds. We place these fake smiles upon our face, trying to forget our fall from grace. Every night the truth reveals, the depth of despair that we feel.
She closed her eyes, letting the warm summer breeze envelop her body like a cloak. She dug her toes into the grass, the slight tickling sensation made her smile. She let her mind roam... drifting to the sounds all around her. The sounds of night sang their sweet notes, a chorus of insects and creatures rang out into the darkness.
Ahara opened her eyes and gazed up at the pale full moon, as she had done on many previous occassions. The air felt strangely different somehow. There was a stirring in the energy, a sense of foreboding almost. "What word do you send me this night, Lady Luna?" she whispered softly. She stood there for a minute more, turned and headed towards the river.
As she approached the river, that shimmered and shone under the grace of the full moon, she felt a shiver. A strange sensation travelled down her spine, she surveyed her surroundings for a moment. A silence had fallen all around her. Ahara felt the forest floor underneath her feet give way to a clearing. She turned her gaze to the mighty willow tree that stood next to the river, which was lit with the faint flicker of the fairy creatures that beckoned to her...
"She's here! She's here!" the sound of hundreds of small voices cried out as Ahara approached the tree. "He comes! He comes!" the voices seemed tense, restless as they echoed around the tree. Ahara bowed down before the willow tree, and took a small offering of honey and grapes from her pocket. "I come bearing gifts for the Queen of the Fae, and request an audience with her this night" Ahara said calmly. The lights fluttered above her head and surrounded her. "Why do you come? Why do you come?" the voices echoed.
Ahara had never seen the fae act this way before, it startled her for a moment... the interaction almost seemed... aggressive. She took a deep breath and composed herself. "I felt a stirring, the Lady Luna beckoned me to come here, as I have done many times before. So, Queen of the Fae, what news have you for me from the forest?" Ahara asked meekly.
The droning and buzzing of the fae grew louder, their lights flickered and buzzed with a sense of dread and urgency, "RUN, HE COMES!" they screeched. Ahara's eyes widened as she fell away from the tree, her heart pounding, she shot up and ran as fast as her legs could carry her.
So it is with all those who dare to love. It is like a fleeting dream, a drunken memory, and when it has passed these lovers by, they forget the dream that once was. They cry out in lament, like children that have awoken from some nightmare... searching, reaching out for consolation. Yet the darkness has taken hold of them, and their fear has stolen their voice. Silently they cry, holding together a brokeness that has shattered the light.
A faint glow speaks from the distance, a voice soft and gentle, a light without form draws near. It watches without judgment, it has seen all this pain before. It waits... patiently... quietly for a moment to make itself known. A moment, a pause in the agony, it steps into the darkness of a lovers bosom, gently laying its hand upon their heart. A gentle river calms the soul... as the lover's agony fades into dust.
It is but a cycle...for all those who dare to love.
Im tired of caring til I break... Tired of nobody even noticing. 🤷♀️
I am tired of wasting my energy and getting zero to minimal return. If that makes me selfish... so be it.