Thoughts on Astral Blighters

Today is a bit of a reaction post on Mari's recent video about psychic attacks. Her video and the topic in general have given me some pause to contemplate some things that happen here more deeply.

First off, I'm calling these entities "astral blighters", because the word "blighter" in my head is always said by an Englishman with a thick Manchester accent from the 1900's who says, "Poor li'l bligh'a." Which is to say "poor little blighter", and much to my amusement when I looked up that phrase it comes from the troll William in The Hobbit. Of course. Tolkein's world is part of my inner world, so of course.

Anyway, the troll says this about Bilbo, who has been captured by William and his two companions and they are just contemplating how to cook and eat him. It is William who sees him like a fuzzy rabbit and wants to let him go. "Poor little blighter. Let him go!"

Which is to ultimately say that I see these beings that harass us in the astral as sad little things worthy of pity of my giant light being self that could squash them into jelly by accident.

I digress, though that was a fun digression.

I'm going to digress just a little more, because we're spiraling into the topic today instead of going in a straight line.

There's something I want to make mention of first. When I started watching the video, imagine my amusement when I see in the background a bear hide that is the same color as my bear blanket. And my further amusement when I realize the crystal ball with the stars glowing inside is reminiscent to the crystal ball I have on my coffee table, which has an etching of the galaxy inside (it was the first spiritual object I acquired, in case you didn't know). If I can make the stars inside it glow like hers did, you will all be the first to know.

Consider such signs noticed and smiled fondly over. "A bear there was, a bear, a beaaarr..."

Now, I'll actually get to the topic at hand.

Mari's discussion on the nature of psychic attacks made me contemplate the shaking I experienced while drawing the other day. How the cats have been crowding me. It also made me think about the random, hyper-critical thoughts that have been getting into my head. As well as the insecurities I have surrounding my perception of this reality and the telepathic connections to others I'm experiencing. "Is this real? Am I just delusional? Do I understand what's happening accurately?" Are concerns that are often expressed by my ego, but it's been on a repeat loop that is very irritating.

There are the chinks in my armor. You might say, "No! Do not share those!" But it is all right, because sharing is me being aware of them. And I am aware of them. If you want a visual, just imagine me in Renaissance courtier clothes with a rapier going, "Have at me!" That's my attitude about this.

I am aware that there is a part of myself that is viciously critical of myself, and I have been chipping away at this part and healing it over the years. It is, however, not fully healed because it takes a while for that part of myself to surface these days. I don't often have moments of beating myself up. Being messy while baking is evidently one of those moments, and I even had to stop and shout at myself to stop being so critical the other day. Now, I look back and think, "Something was exacerbating those thoughts to the point where I had to shout to hear my own self."

And I am aware that I have a number of quite understandable insecurities about what's happening in terms of my understanding of my current situation. While I cannot make these insecurities completely go away, I can practice radical acceptance and say to myself, "Well, it's completely normal to ask yourself this, and it is a sure sign that you are completely sane that you can ask these questions." Which is what I try to do whenever they come up. Yet recently, they've been coming up like a swarm of annoying mosquitoes. The best I can do is take some deep breaths and release any focus on them.

As for the cats, well, they have been crowding me a lot as of late. To the point of sleeping on either side of me at night so I can't even roll over easily. As well as sitting on my desk right when I start writing, thinking, drawing, using tarot cards. Oh, it doesn't matter, if it involves channeling, there's a cat right in my face. Sometimes literally right in my face staring at me sagely, trying to tell me something, but I want to do my activity so I don't listen. I even get annoyed, because I also have felt energetically crowded. Like there's a bunch of people I don't want in my energy crowding me like on a subway train at rush hour.

(No, 'Yanna and Seraphel, you do not factor into the feeling of being crowded. Your presences are comforting in the extreme.)

So, after watching Mari's video I have concluded that there are some entities who are harassing me a bit. Why? Because something wonderful is about to happen, they know it, I know it, and they don't want it to happen to me. Well, too bad. They can't stop what I've manifested. All they can do is make the ride bumpy and uncomfortable.

What to do about it? Well, I did take my obsidian jaguar carving off my bookshelf and put it next to my bed with the angel aura quartz. And I've moved the black tourmaline and amethyst to my office desk. That's just a bit of ritualistic protection. But that doesn't stop things, it just deters them.

The best thing to do about it is to:

1. Know that nothing can stop my manifestation.
2. Realize their aim is to make me doubt myself, my connection to my family, and my perception of reality. Therefore, whenever those doubts surface, I can unilaterally dump them as useless noise. (Which will probably heal those doubts by virtue of increasing my self-confidence.)
3. Remember that I'm a "namatsa"--a being that has conquered life and death. That I am also "ijitsa"--which is like "spirit mother". And does anything seriously think it can actually get one over on me?

Have at me!

I thank you for your time. Adiamas.

--Kyriel