Nettle Briar @Ulfra_Wolfe@awoo.space

Hack reality.

Complaint to the Powers that Be:

Children get hurt in this reality. Not worth it.

I hate my emotions would would be well rid of them.

I'm a real shaman and witch (of no particular tradition but learning from others), and I'm feeling less and less impostor syndrome lately. Willow and Hazel and I make a powerful coven and we understand so much more now.

In our Salvia trip, Willow saw time being plasticized and recorded. Made into these plastic bubbles of solidified memory. And Willow, Hazel and I all felt like we were being watched and recorded, but not necessarily in a paranoid frightened way. For me, it is was comforting, like mom was right there the whole time?

And once you slow things down enough mentally, it's a LOT like... looking at a TV and not beinga ble to see the images for the static.

Televisions rely on optical illusions to show you moving pictures, but if you alter perception of time you alter perception of the image. Reality is a lot like that.

No one knows anything, really. They see and think in visible light that's only one part of the spectrum, in a reality where they go through time, and think their second-to-second perception of time is at all the reality.

All part of a dimensional plane that has rules and regulations and laws and stuff that's stable and measurable, here in this plane, but once you step outside of it, everything gets fucky

-Damnit pull me out of this PULL ME OUT OF THIS PULL ME OUT OF THIS
-Hug Hazel. Get up, stumble out of the room. Material reality again! now I can TOUCH PEOPLE

Do you realize how much a superpower touching someone is?!

We take it for granted, but try spending aeons seeing but unable to touch!!!

-I can see color again. I'm returning to body. I can make Willow out. She's still laughing. I can make Hazel out. I crawl over to Hazel, it takes ALL my energy. I want to CLING to her. But all I can do is put my hand on hers. I'm trying to pull... but I lose connection again.

-An outline beside me. She's laughing. She's laughing. She's laughing. A mad chaos god. But not, she's my friend. She won't stop laughing. Goddamnit, stop laughing.
-I want to touch her. I want to feel her. Why can't I reach out? Where am I? Pull the sheet, pull pull pull...
-Suffocating. Suffocating. I can't get to them. If I were to stop here, I'd drift among the void, stuck in this suffocating blanket.

-Warm.
-A playground. Inside or outside, didn't matter. Both. A place of childlike refuge, recess, play.
-Others around. But not interacting. Comforting presences, but not my friends.
-A window. What was behind it? Something important. Someones? I should reach out and be with them.
-Reach out to window
-The window becomes a big thick blanket, all around me.
-Pull at the blanket. Pull, pull, pull. Slowly getting it off me? But am I?

Let me put it this way: basic contact with others is a superpower in the cosmic scheme of things. Being here in this reality with these physics and being able to touch another soul you love, is amazing when you compare to not being able to do it... to do that you need this body, with its complex brain, circulatory system, everything. You aren't your shell, but your shell has a lot of abilities in its limitations