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Your words felt like recognition. I found this post on a quiet search — looking for women who walk the craft not just in practice but in presence. And yours called something up in me.

When you said someone once told you your room was “too full of you,” I exhaled. I’ve had those moments too — where people feel my presence before I speak. Where something in my system listens before sound. That line, “knowing before they speak”? That hit. My body hears before my mind does.

For me, it wasn’t a return — it was an awakening. Violent, beautiful, disorienting. A single moment, after drinking spoiled tea, shifted something so profoundly inside me that I haven’t been the same since. My heart rate plummeted 2 days after, upon realizing the tea had gone bad. My dreams changed and a presence began to follow me. I used to think it was madness, a medical condition. Now I know it was initiation.

I also live through writing. Through ritual. Through letting my body guide me. I don’t come from religion either—I’m wild and opinionated. I don’t conform. I come from listening. From storms. From waking in the dark with messages I didn’t ask for.

This post felt like someone saying, “Yes, I see you. You’re not imagining it.”

So thank you🖤.

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