I would tell myself I collapsed their ego to teach them a lesson. But maybe, just maybe, I was enjoying that feeling of power like a sweet drug.

My mother was a training ground. I learned boundary setting at an elite level. But they don't change. I was just getting a rush of dopamine.

Now it's time to let that go.

https://whothefami.substack.com/p/rattling-people-became-my-drug-of

#NarcissisticAbuse #Boundaries #ShadowWork #Healing #PersonalGrowth

I found an olive tree growing out of my compost bin. I gave them a seat of honor instead.

Last year #Hekate Borborophorba gifted me with 6 tomato plants. Yes, that’s who I dedicated my compost to.

What? You don’t make sweet compost, while revering the Goddess of Witchcraft, & doing your own #shadowwork?

It’s about time I gave myself some peace & love. #gardening #garden

RE: https://mastodon.social/@buyasoul/116626814289528717

AI has no ego, no personality, no sensitivity. ChatGPT does not even have a clock.
The question I've been pondering about is: If you were a Google employee with CIA connections and you made $500K+ a year, would you use AI on people's searches, emails, chats, etc. to determine if those people are paedophile, have traumas, weaknesses, etc. that could be exploited for political and social control purposes?

#AI #psychology #shadowwork

WildWords – Lord of the Flies

The flies come first
as rumor,

black letters of punctuation
in the cellar air,

small restless witnesses
to what I have not buried.

They find the hidden place
before I do,

the sweetness gone sour,
the secret body
given back to its elements.

I thought death
would announce itself
with trumpets,

or thunder,

or at least
a proper lament.

But here it is
in wings,

in the frantic scripture
of a thousand tiny bodies

writing circles
around the bulb.

Lord of the flies,
lord of the unclean corners,
lord of what ripens
when I refuse to look,

you do not create the death.

You only reveal it.

You rise from the wound
and make it audible.

You gather
where something has ended
and been left unnamed.

So I stand in the basement
with paper strips hanging
like sad yellow prayers,

with poison in the air,
with a broom in my hand,

and I know
this is not only about flies.

Something in me
has also gone untended.

Some old grief
has softened in the dark.

Some resentment
has been born in bitter warmth.

Some fear
has bred in the damp boxes
of the soul.

And the outer world,
faithful as a mirror,
begins to reflect what is within.

The dead thing calls forth wings.

The buried thing
becomes a cloud.

Lord above,
but Lord beneath even this,

teach me to descend
without disgust,

to find what has died,
to name it,
to remove it,

to open the window
where I can,

to let the clean wind
do its slow ministry.

For even the fly
is a witness,

even decay
is a kind of bell,

even infestation
can become annunciation

if it leads me
to the hidden corpse,

if it leads me
to the truth,

if it leads me
at last

to bury what is dead
and bless what still
wants to live.

A tender reflection on taking the shadow dancing, playing out adult-style, and letting joy return without pretending the ache has disappeared.

#blog, #healing' #ajashe, #shadowwork, #beinghuman

https://beinghumans.blog/2026/05/20/when-the-ache-loosens-its-grip/?utm_source=mastodon&utm_medium=jetpack_social

Your “inner demon” isn’t just darkness it’s power in disguise.

https://de320.isrefer.com/go/LUYDFREE/Stuartn/
 
#ShadowWork #InnerPower #EmotionalAlchemy #SelfMastery #TurnPainIntoPower #ThinkandGrowEducation #RayBehan #Fear #Energy

Some people mistake boundaries for darkness because they’ve only ever benefited from your silence.” 🖤

#VelvetAndTaboo
#DarkAesthetic
#TattooedWomen
#RebelSoul
#ShadowWork