u/OutsideOfWhack

If there are indeed psychics in this sub, without context, I would like someone to explain this to me. So here goes, some time ago a girl came in to my life who is very special. Without knowledge, I would like someone to explain to me who this girl is to me and any other information you may receive. Now, spiritually, this matter is of very powerful spiritual nature. So I would like to believe that without explanation a strong psychic should be able to pick up on this. Here's hoping.

Edit: I'm not trying to discredit credibility either, I just feel like it would be a more genuine reading if I give close to no information on who this person actually is. I do know that some psychics work better with a picture or name etc, but believe it or not, this person has neither been photographed or had a name.

Check out "Old Buzzards MC New Zealand" on Facebook, for old-school pictures of MC culture in New Zealand. There's some really nice pictures of old bikers from the 60's 70's and 80's. Got some big clubs here as well like Angel's, Rebels and outlaws. We've even gotten an influx of Mongols over here in the recent years. A lot of the clubs pictured on O.B.M.C.N.Z are no longer running so it's good to get a look at old clubs. My grandfather was a member of the Satan's Slaves MC, Wellington chapter, a town in the lower north island NZ. He's pictured on obmcnz holding up his patch/cut, he owned a black book full of old photo's and business cards from other clubs, he had practically every club in the country. It really is an impressive collection.

Edit: Also, Bikie Wars is a great show about the history of the Comanchero MC and Bandido MC in Australia. This show literally shows how the Bandido MC started in Oz. A Comanchero member, and others, patch over to Bandido's MC and start the club in Australia, leading to a war between the two clubs. I think you can watch the whole show on YouTube.

This is a cultivation question. I'm curious to know if an outdoor garden watered regularly would fruit the next year and so fourth? Does the mycelium stay active through the changing seasons.

When I was a kid I had a reoccurring dream. I live on a hill, rural, and at the bottom is the main road. If you turn left, there are tall pine hedges on both sides of the road, the road is straight and at the end suddenly drops down a smaller hill and turns beyond sight. The dream would always start with me just standing there in the middle of the road, and then teleporting ahead but never reaching the end. The road always appeared to just disappear because of the way it goes down out of sight. Then suddenly I'll be in a different part of the place I grew up, it would be about a kilometer away on a different part of the main road. This section of road is beach side and has three corners that have trees just before the beach, these corners always appeared a lot more distinct than in real life. I would start at one corner and then instantly teleport to the next, and so fourth. Then I'd suddenly be in a dark stomach (literally), it was dark with reddish hues and bodies all through the darkness, I'd be trying to climb out of the stomach but arms coming from the stomach walls would pull me down as I climbed. It was like a pile of corpses all up the stomach lining. I'd then find myself in another part of the body, that for some reason felt like lungs, same darkness and hues. But in this section the bodies moved rapidly and rhythmic. This would repeat over and over but everytime the order would be different (the order of locations I'm in). The parts of the dream on the road was always a very sunny and still day. This dream now seems more like a premonition, the roads like a representation of my innocence and connection to this place, it is very beautiful and when I was young it felt like paradise and I was very happy. The stomach, I think, is a representation of what would turn out to be my future struggle with hardship, depression, evil, sadness, anger, and substance abuse. Almost like I'm trying to crawl my way out of hell that came due to my eventual misfortuneate circumstances. The lungs and movement depicted in the dream now seem like a representation of my struggle with addiction to smoking, the rhythmic movements indicate breathing. There was only sound in this part of the dream, the sound of the movements, which are like frantic breaths of despair. The other parts of the dream were always dead silent, which made it quite scary, but the fear was more like numbness or hopelessness. I don't have this dream anymore but somehow never forgot it, it's strange because I'd always wake up like I didn't have such an uneasy dream, like I'd wake up not remembering it but somehow was always aware I had the dream and kept a vivid memory of it even to this day.

I have suffered psychosis many times, mostly drug induced. But now I'm stuck hearing voices and have been for roughly 4 years now. It's now more of a spiritual battle and seems more like demonic possession rather than mental illness. My whole life has changed because of this and bad things keep happening no matter how hard I try, or no matter how much good I do to avoid trauma. I have struggled with alcoholism, even though I now hate it and want to give it up. What makes it harder, is the suffering I go through daily makes me feel like getting high to relieve myself of stress and basically reality, it's escapism. I've just been recently attacked at a party, and have multiple times before because I do or say things that offend people, and I stay stuck with the shame of knowing my public image is destroyed. It seems I can never escape the trouble that comes with the way of life where I'm from, it happens almost every single time. I know that the reason I get in so much trouble is because of the way this has affected my mind and personality. I'm now a believer in christ and spirituality, whereas before any of this started to happen, I was atheist. And I actually lived very sinful and worshipped the devil (even though I didn't actually believe in him), but now I believe he is very real. I've never known anything as evil as the things I've seen and heard throughout this ordeal. I'm yet to make a trip to church to see if someone can help me with possible exorcism, but I'm afraid that my mental assessment will class me as just schizophrenic and not spiritually attacked. The reason I am most afraid of that outcome is, I will never be rid of this suffering until I die, because I know that no medication or mental health program will fix this. The voices I hear never stop talking, and they always speak of my past mistakes, my current situation, and future physical harm that will come my way. The saddest thing is they speak in the voices of people I know, which makes it feel like I am very hated and judged by these people. I've made several attempts at reaching out to someone, but no one ever knows how to help with my situation. I'd rather be alone nowadays because I hate the way my condition makes me appear to others, I'm nothing like the person they knew before, and I always seem to cause trouble or be awkward, weird, and not really accepted, and definitely disliked. The amount of sadness I feel is heartbreaking, I really am alone. Death seems like it would be easy, but I really want to live, and really want to get better and do good, it's just really stressful and hurtful living with this.