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2016-03-27 09:00:10 Post No. 17514832
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2016-03-27 09:00:10
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When I was younger, I felt like a vessel or a doorway to something other. It made me an observer, to life, my own and others.
As I got older, I got pulled in by a lot of people, mainly those that had problems or mental issues. By being an observer or a vessel, I too would take on those attributes, before I knew how to filter them. I tried to find names or niches to describe my situation, but never could.
Late teens early 20's I was into witchcraft. I was recruited to a few covens, it just happened. People would compliment on the power of the rituals that evening in comparison to other nights. Perhaps they did something different. Ultimately the inner working and squabbles of these things would drive me off, but I would get letters begging me to come back. Like the lack of my presence created a void in their practices.
The same thing has happened romantically, in friendships, with family. Somehow I was the glue and light psychically that they never knew was there until it departed. The whole time I was an observer. There are too many letters of regret and longing written to me after I decide to leave, and I always do.
I've never boasted about being important or powerful, this strange and obtuse aspect has become more prominent in my life. I inspire others, magnify possibilities and outcomes, radiate, but never technically create much of my own. Somehow if I try, it's not as impressive.
Are there applicable terms for this? I feel like a die being tossed into the lives of others for good or ill, depending on their outlook.