Witchy Mystical Bitch

I’m having visions again. I’m asking for guidance and information and receiving it swiftly. Synchronicities, too frequent and precise to be mere coincidence. I know I often lose people on this woo-woo shit and I myself don’t even believe it. I mention “the spirits” and watch people’s eyes glass over.

On the other end of the spectrum are the excessively-happy, so called spiritually awakened. Their eyes are glassed over too, plastic smiles plastered on their annoyingly serene faces. I’d like to think I fall somewhere in the middle of salty-cynic and wide-eyed wonder. The happy medium of mediums. The inexplicable things I’ve seen and heard, slipping into the quiet of my subconscious as I return to “physical reality” in all its density. My excitement over the novelty in the moment having calmed down with the passage of time — brain and body, earthbound.

Temporary insanity or bouts of enlightenment? Maybe both.

But how do you explain the prophetic dreams? How do you explain my favorite aunt v…