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The Wicca: " A Tangled Mess Of Contradictory Things"

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Two half moon spectacles looking up at the sky, a hand reaches out, it's too far. Will she be able to touch the sky someday?  Her head has always been roaming the planet, she has lived and died a million times. She was there when the moon dared the sun, when mountains rose, when seas dried. Blood in her veins runs with rivers, every breath she takes she's whispering to the trees. Some say she's a "Wicca", is she?  Magic is her escape, but what is she running from? Nature is her home, but then why is she aiming to the sky? Theory says: She cannot be contained anymore, she has had enough with being materialized. But the sky is not her limit, she's aiming for beyond. She's ready for the journey. This blog is the story of Potanda the Wicca through her stairway to the beyond...  But who is Potanda? She's a heart full of life and a mind of "Tangled Mess Of Contradictory Things" . Her planet is art, music, philosophy, energy, science...It's natu...

A litle kid with too big eyes

 She wants to reach her beloved ones in the Sky & Beyond. That's what she never really articulated out loud.  She loves purely and she wants to be loved as much. And the truth is, she never really learned to accept unconditional pure love. She always needed to believe in Witchcraft powers to be loved by the wizarding community. But, it's magic she believes in... Isn't odd? that the wording can change in the meaning even if it doesn't change the outcome. Witchcraft and magic, two sides of the same coin. but one you burn if you touch it, and the second you fly if you do.  How can they not love her heart and mind? How can they condition her by terms and practices she never really chose to be part of in the beginning? She chose magic because she had power that were too abnormal for her to be just a human. She needed magic, and she belonged to the magical realms. Not to cults...  Wasn't love supposed to be all innocent and pure? Isn't love free to give? Doesn...

DO RA MI

 A horror charachter. Not your typical Zombie brain eater, but your inner voice who tells you to run, avoid, hide your feelings, pretend you're strong and move on. DO RA MI lives in my brain rent free. She feeds on those small actions people I love do to remind me that I am Just me. "Juste me" says she doesn't need validation but she thrives on the kindness people around her gives her all the time. Every like, every I love you, every look I get my way tells me that I am seen, cherished, needed and loved. Don't spare people your kindness. Many DO RA MIs are waiting for harsh acts of unkindness to remind their hosts that they are not enough and unworthy. So be kind.

Tell me Potanda, I am searching for answers

 Dear Potanda, I have read your mind of how you're seeing life with love and beauty in spite the pain, but Potanda I need you to listen: The pain in my heart has taken roots I don't know the roots depth anymore. Today I felt as if someone is trying to pull the roots out, tearing my heart into not existing anymore. I see the beauty, I see the love in life. But I am missing it. So dear Potanda, tell me what to do. I need you to tell me how to cope, how to act. Cause all I want to do is go inside my cocoon again and shutting my heart out. I want to keep my friends, my family, my everything beside me and save myself from losing everything again.  Dear Potanda, when are we finding peace again? Love without attachment is so much easier. I know I love them unconditionally. Tell me what to do...

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 Have mercy on my heart. That;s her message to herself. She's not waiting to tell her anything, to be anything. She's expecting nothing from anyone, but herself. To be goood to herself and to protect her from hurt and unecessary pain. Her love is now beyond confinments