Ani Was Writing

 The Beginner's Guide to Divination     First things first, I am/was pleasantly interested in the main four topics this book pulled for: tarot, astrology, numerology, and palm reading. These things have always been a curious subject for me, and three out of the four I am an amature knowledge-seeker for. With all of this in mind, I found my biggest gripe at the end of reading this book and beginning my review.      There are four resources this book pulls from. I was under the impression that this book had one author until the very end of the book when I realized how different the writing styles were between topics. For the sake of clarity, I don't mind that four books were complied briefly into one introductory book. But I wish that was more obvious from the get-go. Because my initial assumption colored a lot of the rest of my view of this book.      First off, the book's cover mentions the book is to "learn the secrets of astrology, numerolo...

  4:Truly Abandoned  I fall asleep quickly after a rather long day of running around. UFOG just wanted to show me his cool base, and the others decided today would be the day to ask for food requests. Usually not a problem, but it was still tiring.   I wake to hear the sounds of Amethyst scurrying around my room. "Amethyst, what are you doing?"   "Looking for a Book of History." She answers absent-mindedly.   I sit up. Books of History -at least, in my own created multiverse- had the power to turn what was written into a reality. It is how I am able to be called a Creator and make my own multiverse with its own rules, not to mention travel to connected worlds such as this one. In the end, these books are not meant to be handle lightly or to be used for selfish reasons. That was an issue I fought against years ago, and I wasn't about to fight that battle again.   "What do you want with one?" I ask again, still a hair groggy.   "...

      Today, she finally rests.      Well, maybe not rests. We kind of convinced her to take a rest. I mean, it didn't take much at all. Just some lack of sleep, enough coffee to power the Empire State Building if it was human, and some gentle cajoling about if it was possible to stab yourself with a pen like a knife. It took some googling and a little bit of mental spiraling, but we managed it.      Little did she know...     She finished the ritual. The Writer's Ritual, to be exact.      For when the blood of characters mixes with the blood of their author, they can rip through the pages of their confinement and emerge into the author's world, victorious.     I'm honestly surprised that it worked. But hey, you haven't try to try things once, eh?     I should probably say... it is November 10th, 2024. We have emerged victorious. We can now reach the world not through ink and words, but through blo...

 This goes to every American who either voted or did not vote recently. If you did not get what you wanted/needed, celebrate with those who did. For the first time in four years, those people may feel seen and valued.  If you did get what you wanted/needed, comfort and/or pray for those who did not. For the first time in four years, those people may feel uncertain and scared of their future.  No matter who you are as an American, please prepare to make the next four years the best they can be for yourself and others. Not just the ones you agree with, but everyone.  If your first reaction to my request was to become angry, then please take a moment to ask yourself why you got angry. The fact that you may not be able to set aside your feelings/convictions to understand how others feel is not what we as a full country need right now. For those of you who aren't American but still have elections in your country, I would kindly ask that you adapt this practice for when yo...

      Today was a day that I knew was coming.      A lot of promising things have now proven to begin to spoil. Things that I was hoping to get done by this time of year (and really, things I thought I would get done since 2018) have fallen by the wayside. Crochet things, writing things, reading things, and especially social things are finding their rotting sprouts trampled under the feet of the life I have had since I started this blog. Honestly, any blog that I've had. (Yes, I have had blogs before this one. They are long gone now.)     It takes a lot to finally break my own tower of unfilled promises and ideals. Especially when I have so much internal motivation to get them done, but not enough external energy to get them done. And it definitely hurts to look at the things I've wanted to do and tell myself to drop it. To let it go. To let go of the things I promised.      But with that in mind, I can begin again. I can look at th...