Theory Of A Death Worker

In which I rant about my life to random people on the internet.

Hello all, it's me again!

I'm not sure if I'm going to keep this short and sweet, or long and detailed. Probably some mix of the two.

For the past 5 days my friend and I have been in East Ridge, Tennessee, I came out to do a handfasting for two close friends. It has been an interesting experience, to say the least. I came out here over a year ago, but the handfasting was called off due to financial troubles. The ceremony was lovely, I hope I did well as an officiant. People tell me I did well, but I've never been good at taking praise where praise is due! My friend took pictures, they are up over on my Pixelfed. (I hope my alt text makes some of you giggle!)

With that out of the way, we get into everything that happened in between! I was initially happy to be back on my old stomping grounds, the mountains have always been my refuge. It was an enjoyable experience despite all the horrible shit happening to the South, though it still makes me uneasy to know people from my home are causing such pain. Bad shit aside, I managed to make two new friends and even helped them! I played my first game of DnD, (a Helluva Boss one-shot) it was a lot of fun, and I'll be joining in on a few games back home! I wanted to check in on my cousin in Alabama, but with what I've dealt with in the past, it didn't feel safe. We got to check out Buc-ee's again, I am still no less creeped out.

The flight back has been decent, the first flight (ATL-IAH) was stressful due to the fact I forgot my rosary at TSA and proceeded to have a mini freak-out. Thankfully, I have a friend who puts up with my disastrous ass, and was able to retrieve it! I still managed to lose my Odin spear pendant, but The All-Father is understanding of the fact that I am about as put-together as shattered china. I prayed to Hermes and Odin before the flight for a speedy trip in exchange for an offering of their choosing, I shall make good on that when I am able. My Gods have kept me stable through this trip, and for that I am eternally grateful! My connection is improving rapidly, divination has confirmed that it is them who are speaking to me. I still don't know how to feel, to be honest.

I am planning on going to Church with a friend tomorrow, (a UU congregation called Unity Church) they didn't seem overly impressed with my church when they came. I love my Church, but the teaching as of late has been worse than usual, it's even given me a dreary feeling. I usually feel pretty energized, it's been my first foray back into organized religion since the cult I was raised in. I'm not totally upfront about my christopagan beliefs, for obvious reasons, but still, it's been nice. I don't plan on leaving anytime soon, but Unity Church does have its pull. I think it'll be OK, I'm going to think it over with my Gods.

Speaking of Gods (and other randomly assorted entities), I've been claimed by Lugh, King of The Tuatha Dé Dannan. So, at current, that's: Lugh, Lilith, Veles, Odin, Loki, Freya, Thor, Yahweh, Asherah, Sariswati, Santa Meurte, Yeshua, Sophia (The Holy Spirit/Wisdom), Saint Benedict, Saint Joan of Arc, and Mary. I'm honestly not sure how I keep them all straight, they just seem to rotate in and out. I've confirmed with a few psychotherapists that I'm not nuts, which kind of annoys me because, well, come on, really? My dead best friend (as well as her dead brother, my late boyfriend) was not present for most of the trip, they said it was because of bad memories. It was interesting to be without them, they did show up momentarily at the picnic, but they left quickly. They're back with me now, it's nice to have them back. I know I sound crazy, I've come to accept it.

I guess this ends the post, I don't really have anything left to write that won't make me sound like I've gone fully off the deep end. Until we meet again, happy existence!

I assume I'll be home when I post this, it may also be tomorrow. Sorry.

UPDATE: I'm home, it's tomorrow.

Hello again, wonderful denizens of the connected collective known as The Fediverse. I have returned.

As I sit here in the dark, thinking on where I am, where I was, and what my future has in store, I can't help but laugh.

It's been 3 years since I left everything and everyone that I'd ever known, since I tossed out the old and dove into the new, since I left my home to come to a strange place with even stranger people.

It's been 9 months and 12 days since the first person I could ever truly know, and who ever truly knew me, died.

It's been 2 months and 22 days since my boyfriend died by a gunshot to the head at the hand of a bloodthirsty, racist cop.

It's still fresh in my mind, even though their spirits remain with me.

On brighter things, I seem to be progressing well on my, admittedly unorthodox, spiritual path.

Even though I wasn't able to save my best friend from her boyfriend's jealous rage, I got the chance to relieve the pain of someone in an identical situation. Small miracles, I suppose.

I have some type of odd natural attunement to energy, emotions, and auras, and a magnetic personality according to the Gods I exist under. It seems to be vastly different to other traditions like Reiki.

I've had pushback and negative reactions from a few people I know, plenty of claims that what I'm doing is “wrong” which is funny considering they're pagan. I've chosen to ignore the unfounded bitching, my Gods are my business, nobody else.

I usually try to keep personal bitch posts to a minimum, considering I'm moderately certain people from the cult I grew up in are stalking me on The Fediverse.

Until next time!

Hello again, beautiful people!

I return with more ramblings from my life!

I've been putting down roots here in Washington, getting in touch with the land, so to speak. Furthermore, I have gathered a bit of graveyard dirt in an attempt to cleanse some prayer beads a friend gave me. It took me a week, but I was finally able to remove the stagnant energy. She had managed to accumulate a pretty good amount of ick that actually made it painful to hold. While I didn't feel it'd be useful in my Catholic witchery, it seemed perfect as a sort of Earth tether.

I'm also dealing with a few issues with family and friends, it appears to be the work of a psychic parasite that's draining energy from them to the point of sheer exhaustion. I'm still trying to figure out how to go about, as one seems to hate me and the other has regressed back to their usual reluctant state of mind. Likewise, I think I'll proceed with a bit of intercessory work in an attempt to break the parasitic connection, I don't know how well I will succeed, but if I don't do something soon, I think it could be seriously harmful to both of them.

I have experience with remote energy work, but how do you help someone who doesn't want it?

Until next time.

#witchcraft #folkcraft

Hello again, possibly adoring and surprisingly committed assholes who follow this blog. How ya been? Good? Good!

I come to you all again on this fine day (Monday the 19th of February 2024) with a life update.

I'm over COVID, thank Gods. Not much else has changed beyond that.

I've begun using Brave browser again. I've come into a strange issue where chromium thinks I don't have internet, it's annoyed me to the point that I've considered Brave as an alternative. I tend to transition back and fort between applications til I end up right back where I started. It's a process. A painful one, but a process nonetheless. I hope Brave continues to be my browser of choice for a bit, I actually like some of the things it has now!

The paranormal group is still a shitshow. Kinda like herding cats on catnip while you're high on weed. I am attempting to dispel any bad tech jargon from the group, I detest misinformation. I'm on the hunt for a note platform that's free (in all respects) and easy to use, but still supports Markdown. Most of the people I know don't give a crap about their data, which doesn't bode well for many of my ideas. I'm not sure why I still try, to be honest. But, never fear, I'm persistent as fuck!

Until next time, Assholes! Peace out!

It's been my usual amount of time since my last update.

First and foremost, I've managed to contract COVID. I've no idea where exactly, but the two possibilities are my Church, or a bar I and a group of friends went to. I had experienced what was presumed to be a bout of food poisoning at said bar, which, thinking back on it, could have easily been a symptom of COVID. Either way, I'm fucked for at least two weeks. I've begun a regimine of Paxlovid as prescribed by an urgent care nurse, I am hoping that will knock this out without the need of hospitalization. Symptoms so far appear to be flu-like in nature, minus my arthritis kicking up a few gears. My knees are killing me, and my IBS has flared up again, both make for trouble considering I live on a top floor and the accessible bathroom is downstairs.

There isn't much else to report in the way of daily life, the paranormal group I manage has begun their transition to Telegram. I'm trying to figure out the best way to curb misinformation, we previously had a member who was making claims that Telegram had destroyed their phone. They have been put on probation for two weeks, with a warning that if it continues, a permaban lies within their future.

Other than that, all is well.

Until next time, blessings be with you all!

Hello, Fediverse, It's me again...

So, apparently, I've incurred the wrath of local mountain Demons/Gods/Entities. I've been forced to move. Again. This is a new record. Apparently, somebody spending the night to help me move in counts as living there...

I'm currently staying with a friend at his parent's place, it seems to be going well so far. But, given the current tide of things, I expect it to go sour soon.

This is a short update, sorry. Will report as it happens.

It's been a few days since my last update, in that time I've migrated myself and my belongings to a friend's apartment for the foreseeable future. The situation at my old residence had really begun to come to a head, with the other tenant getting all the more irate while lying through his teeth that he had no issue with me. Ha! I already feel safer than I have in the two years I was there, even before the other tenant had shown up. My energy levels are returning to normal, I even feel like writing again! I'd long since surmised that my depression, sleep problems, general anxiety and paranoia may have had a spiritual component to them.

Unfortunately, it seemed whatever haunts that house got one final laugh. When I got to the apartment, my medical advocate had brought to my attention a bloody scratch on my left shoulder. I've been attacked by things before, but they usually fuck off when I bring out the Holy water. It does slightly concern me as I was wearing my Rosary at the time, of which I am seldom without anymore. Whatever was in that house didn't care much for my proto-Catholic ass, there also appeared to be an imp infestation as well as shadow entities on the property. Everything got worse when the other tenant moved in, more violent, agitated. I've long since assumed something used him as a vessel, my priest and a few other people have confirmed this.

Yesterday, I woke up to an odd stomach pain and a lot of blood. I proceeded to the ER where I would spend the better part of a day only to find I have hemorrhoids. I did get to talk to a few interesting people though. The universe, or God, or whatever seems to like to stick me in people's path whenever we least expect it but most require it.

I finished reading a book by Nadia Bolz-Weber called Pastrix, about an up-and-coming Lutheran pastor's coming of age/faith journey. It was refreshing in a way I would have never expected out of a “Christian” book, no God-posturing or apologetics, just good ol' human disaster bullshit. She made no claims of superiority or self-righteousness, just the opposite, in fact. She was relatable, she described God not as a pissed asshole glaring down at us ants with some divine magnifying glass, but a God who was right here with us in this hell we call home, experiencing the same pain, suffering, and heartache and feeling just as helpless as the rest of us. I will definitely be checking out more of her books going forward!

I am going to attempt to update in a timely manner, despite the fact that I think nobody reads this!

Until next time!

Hello all, as you know, (At least, if you follow my Mastodon.) I've recently begun attending St. Timothy's Episcopal Church. As an Old Catholic, it feels like home. I was worried that when I came to Washington I wouldn't find another church like the one I left behind, I'm happy to announce my worry was all for naught! Tough, I've only been involved for a few months, I have been accepted without issue. Even with all my strangeness, odd raisings and strange capabilities! I am fully aware my given spiritual path is unconventional, and yet still I am accepted without issue!

I just needed somewhere to let this out, sans Mastodon's character limit!

#religion #Catholic #ranting

First and foremost, Happy Second Sunday of Advent!

Yet another life update by me, Markus Gaines.

First off, my previously thought-to-be-Shiga was not, in fact, Shiga. Rather, just some weird issue with my body not agreeing with red meat. This isn't surprising considering I have IBS and GERD and God knows what else!

I found a lovely statue depicting the Holy Family for my altar, which, by this point, is getting rather crowded. I'll need to clear off space, which could be an issue considering most of the junk on the shelf isn't mine! Likewise, I figured I should have something for Advent, given this is my first time actually celebrating! I've also been praying The Auxilium Christianorum considering my roommate situation.

Onto said situation, currently, my living situation consists of me renting a room from a guy in Centralia for $300 a month for room and board. It was a good deal for a long while, up until about 8 months ago, in which a new tenant moved in. Since then, my life has been a real pain because this asshole apparently dislikes young people. Whoop-fucking-ee. He has gone out of his way to make my life an annoyance, I have explained hundreds of times that I have medical issues that make it hard to get around, but it seems to have no effect in how he treats me. He also seems to expect me to clean the house, when I only have use of my room and a bathroom. Furthermore, he's taken to bitching and moaning about every little thing at this point, and has recently threatened a friend of mine with gross bodily harm. Did I mention he's a registered sex offender and a self-professed next-John-Wayne-fucking-Gacy? Granted, so is my landlord, but that's just called luck!

But, enough about that shit show in motion! I've seemingly gotten more adept at psychic things and seeing spirits, I can more vividly hear them now, as well. I've confirmed with a few people to insure I'm not going insane. Or more insane, anyway. I'm still actively attending church at St. Timothy's in Chehalis, and going to my monthly Grove meetings. Some would call it an oxymoron, but I grew up with the duality, so, meh. I'm Appalachian, we're a strange bunch. I haven't really tied down to a specific religion, I suppose Folk Catholic describes me best. Not wholly mainstream, but wholly Holy in my opinion. Even as more Gods have made their presence known, the trinity still hasn't left me. I used to think it had to be one or the other, but given all that's happened, I'm just embracing the duality at this point.

My Altar

#life #religion #rambling

I'm trying to post things other than the extremely scarce life update.

I got back into writing in the middle of last year, mainly fanfiction and unposted poetry. It's been a ride, I've had so many ideas and nowhere to put them, nor the courage or self-esteem to actually find a place until now! I've been posting to AO3 for now, I might post here as well, no idea yet. As it is now, I've only posted kink related fics. I've never actually told anyone about my writing or put my name on anything, until now. I've already told 3 people about it and got nothing but praise! Likewise, I've run into a bit of a wall with a few fics I'm working on, need to rewatch a few shows to get the creative gears turning again.

Overall I'm happy, it's a great mood booster, and it could end up being a job as I want to apply to write for The Centralia Chronicle! But that's still on the cards, as I am unsure if it will provide adequate funds to live off of. I will update as things progress, if they ever do.

#writing