#sidhekin

[your-local-spoonwitch]

Tommrow I'm waking up a chosing sidhe magic and NO ONE CAN STOP ME

[floatingdusk]

I was an abrahamic angel, a virtue that was one with the trees, and wind, and mud, and Sun.

Such blinding light came forth from me and warmed everything that it touched.

I danced along the grass and let tips of my rays touch leaves above.

In breath I give love and holiness, and life I guide along.

Always feel my presence, child, and you'll never be alone.

[bappledilk]

[lobhadhsidhe]

I’ve had more memories lately from my lifetimes among the fae. I wanna find my troupe so bad!

I was a member of a physical tribe of nonhuman people with divine heritage, in the ancient british isles. When we died (I don’t know yet if it was individually after natural lifetimes, or if my entire tribe died in a singular event) we became a ghostly troupe of shades who continued to inhabit the land and interact with its later inhabitants for a long long time after that.

I rode a dappled grey horse. I remember it was large, but it may not have been analogous to any modern breed, and may not in fact have even been what we consider a “modern” domesticated horse. I was often referred to as the Prince of Rot, although that might not refer to an actual position of royalty. I was associated with decay and fungi, though.

If you’re from a troupe/court/whatever that has a similar background, or if any of this sounds familiar, please please hit me up

[gentle-deet]

I don't want to get super into drama but I do just want to point out that at least in terms of fossils and prehistoric lifeforms that things getting preserved as identifiable objects is incredibly rare, like just, completely minuscule chances. IIRC I think there's actually only about a dozen tyrannosaurus rexes out there, in various states of completion? Many more than that lived, I'm sure, so it's incredibly statistically likely that there's things that we'll never have record of

RIght!!!! I think its completely backwards when people are like:

“Oh PINNED YOU…. NO EVIDENCE….” but thats just it good citizen…. on your horse so high

you don’t have anything to fall back on either except wasting all that energy controlling other people and how they choose to live?

its really weird how it could be seen as anything but more of that same basal human manipulation tactic of “I DONT UNDERSTAND IT SO I MUST CHANGE IT” i mean look at history…. look at society and how its structured. we are born into a world where we are spoonfed this brainwashed garble that we exist to function for other people. the people who run this world have destroyed our curiosity by staging what we see and learn and process… i don’t know if i believe in some elite cabal of the super rich, but i can tell you that people structured society this way far before modern conspiracy theories: if someone in power was uncomfortable with something someone did, they could manipulate the public eye into viewing it in that same light.

its w i t ch�� h u n t s

now for some original content from my deep thoughts:

this is why i personally feel that things like druidism are hanging on its last threads in this world… because to me… magic is no different than quantum sciences at its most inarticulate way of being a remote idea. but… i also stem from a belief that our brains hold US, as in- an energy that is broadcasted from fragments of quantum sources that are unknown to us on an articulate level in this organic state. It holds US, this energy the same way energy is run through a computer. 

we are supercomputers and we have brainwashed ourselves to forget this. 

and i don’t think it was done out of innocence either. something happened in the world that twisted the truth and marked a lot of people with a trait i cant express in writing yet. im really trying to break it all down, its been eating at me for months. when i visited ireland, i went through a lot of emotional waves… and the closer i got to dublin, the more agitated and weird i became about everything going on. i started cursing patrick, i started getting very angry at what catholicism did to ancient ireland. i discovered something over there i had never even known but somehow DID and that was a BIG connection to celtic people and dragons. 

Its so difficult to find credible sources for it, because almost everything was passed down orally and the only real transcriptions are through people like Friars…. and its so frustrating….. so so frustrating……. 

I can tell you that they have theories they were connected to druids and were keys to finding ley lines, I can tell you that each megalithic monument in Boyne is planted like a node on these ley lines. You stand in Newgrange and you feel something. You stand in Knowth and you feel more.

The whole island is captivating, the cliffs of Mohr…. even seeing Eurasian wolves at the Dublin Zoo– despite everything I had been feeling on the way to and inside of that city. Those wolves… they were native outside of those zoo walls and they were hunted to extinction on the island. There was literally laws like: you had to have so many wolf hounds for however much land you had when you moved in??? And you would have to go on mandatory hunts.

I AM SO SORRY! This became a ramble…. I’ve been very…. not social for a very long time and for some reason this whole situation just brought everything I have been talking about in jagged fragments on places like twitter or facebook for the last few months. I had to roll with it. 

Please forgive me for my novella

[arethinn]

I would call myself just sidhe, but then I do that already. I do say “otherkin(d)”, but I don’t normally use the type-specific forms “faekin”, “sidhekin”, “dragonkin” etc. to refer to myself.

This is purely a semantics question but:

if you were given your chosen body, fully physically your kintype, would you personally still call yourself "[species]kin/d" or just "[species]"?

[howling-deathhound]

Some Thoughts

I feel like something unmoored, unplaced, alone.

I am a Beast in a world of humans, a creature of the Hunt and of instinct, surrounded by those who were always upright and two legged.

Others have memories, images, thoughts, that they can trust. I have a spotty mind, and only have a sense of a Prior Life, of running the moors and the plains, into forests deep and dark, of more than myself.

Others have energy, have the ability to sense or feel energy. All I have is an ability to touch sensitive people and make them cold, but so far, I am unsure if it works, or if there would be more. Especially as I seem like a Fae of Flames, of the Fire and the Heat, and yet, I have Coldtouch.

I want more for myself, but I can’t even astral by myself. Even slightly. My mind wanders when I try and it feels impossible to do it.

I have the Sorceress, I know, but people have their own lives, and I feel like a bother when I ask them things they can’t answer.

I guess, I just wish I had more than I have. Something that felt more real than thoughts in my head which can conjure any image it is given.

[indigonightsidhe]

I'm reading a book on elementals

and the accuracy is overwhelming.

Must take break.

[bappledilk]

Right after I made my last post, I saw the number 222.

“222 is a message of hope, representative of balance, harmony, life choices, commitment, compromise, and trust. It's a sign you can build on your current situation to achieve your goals and more. You might see Angel Number 222 when you have important decisions, conflicts, or changes in your life.”

I find this really fascinating.  I wonder if it’s directly related to what I said in my last post or not.  I thought it was worth sharing either way.  :)

[lobhadhsidhe]

Hey are there faekin discords?? I really wanna meet more fairies

[utluceantdeactivated]

there are sidhes coming out from nowhere or is it just me

[arcanetrivia]

MythiCalia update, Sept 6

With three weeks left until MythiCalia, I would like to mention that next week is the deadline for us to cancel any unneeded campsites. Baxil was kind enough to help me reserve the sites in the first place by putting two on his credit card, but if I cannot guarantee that we will have enough separate parties to have at least one occupant per site (right now we have several small groups each sharing single sites, rather than solo folks split up across all the sites), I need to tell him soonest so he is able to cancel those two and get a refund. That in turn will lower the cap on attendance and number of vehicles.

So! If you have been holding off, while registration is technically open until September 23, I encourage you to register soon, by September 11 at the latest, to ensure that there is a space available for you. It is OK not to pay the registration fee right away - that can always wait until you have your next paycheck or whatever. It is the registration and commitment to attend I am most concerned with.

Hope to see you fae folks (etc) there!

Main site: http://mythicalia.eristic.net

To register: http://mythicalia.eristic.net/regform.php

[indigonightsidhe]

Fae and electronics

Ever since I was a little kid I've always broken electronics by just being near them.  My frequency is too much for them to handle.  Even computer sensors in my car fuck up. My phone restarts every ten minutes. Alarm clocks go berzerk. CD players can't read the CDs.

Anybody else experience this?

[bappledilk]

My experience with my kintype.

So… I’ve known I’m otherkin for many years now, but I’ve struggled to pinpoint my kintype… and although I’m still not sure, I’d like to share my experiences and my memories anyways.

Most of my memories came to me in the form of dreams, so I’ll start there.  Buckle in, because this is going to take a while to explain.

I had the first dream when I was 7.  My cat, Callie, had passed away that day…  That same night, when I went to sleep in the hotel room my family was staying at, I had the dream.  I was an angel.  I had white wings, and I can’t remember whether or not I had a halo.  But I was at my grandma’s house (my grandma’s part of the family is very religious) and God was up in the sky, looking down on me.  I think he was asking me to do something for him?  There was a contract in front of me, and the world around me started to fade to black… until it was just me, God, and this small pillar with a contract laying upon it.  I can’t remember if I did or didn’t sign it.  Suddenly, I began falling.  I fell into this black void, and was falling further and further away from God.  That was the moment I woke up.  Later that day, as my family was getting ready to leave the hotel… I was outside, looking at the clouds.  I was thinking about Heaven, and it felt so familiar to me.  It felt like a concrete fact that Heaven was real, and I found comfort in the thought of it.  I asked my mom, “Did Callie go to Heaven?” and my mom said, “Yes.”.  That’s where this story ends.

In between the times I was 7 and 10, I would pretend to fly, and I would use one of my parents’ blankets as my wings.  I did this a lot, and it felt very comforting to me.

Fast forward to when I was 10.  I hadn’t had any other noteworthy dreams since the last one, at least not that I can remember… and I hadn’t recognized the most crucial part of my true form yet, up until this point.  I was in the car, and I fell asleep.  I had my second dream there.  In this one, I was a regular human, going to school… or so I thought.  Even though I felt human, I had this tremendous pressure in my back.  After thinking about it for a second, I remembered, “Those are my wings.  They’re a bit cramped since I have to hide them inside my shirt.  My friends can never know I have wings.” being surrounded by my friends in the dream.  Eventually, my friends and I left the school and went on a walk, until we reached an empty parking lot.  In this parking lot, my friends began picking on me…  They kept saying bad things about me, and it got more and more aggressive.  It got to a point where I wanted to run away, but they had formed a circle around me and were surrounding me.  Finally, in my frustration and desperation to get away, my wings ripped through the back of my shirt, spread out, and I flew upwards into the sky.  That was the first time I finally got to see my own true wings.  Feathered, black, and very big.  Each wing stretched out completely is nearly the same length as my body.  That was where my second dream ended.

I finally got a glimpse of my true form.  After that dream, my supernumerary phantom limbs appeared.  I could feel my wings, and the feeling never left after that.  I don’t feel my wings all the time, but I do feel them rather consistently.  Here is a list of the feelings I experience with my wings.

The most common/obvious feeling is that I feel a pressure in my back, right around my shoulder blades.  Sometimes it hurts a little, and sometimes it simply feels “weighted”.  Let me be very clear, not HEAVY, but weighted.  I don’t find them difficult to carry on my back, I just feel them there as my back feels slightly more weighted than usual.

Second, I feel the breeze against them.  Whether that be from a fan, the wind, or simply the soft breeze from when I’m moving forward, I feel a cool air lightly brush against them.

Third and last, is I get uncomfortable when my back is pressed against a seat of any kind.  It happens the most in the car, but also when I get lazy and lounge on the couch, ugh.

On another related note, I feel like I can reach behind me and grab my wings at any given time, but of course, there’s not actually anything there… so nothing would really happen.

So from this, I assume everyone would say, I’m obviously angelkin, fallenangelkin, or demonkin… right?  Well, I’m not entirely sure.  I think I definitely am partially an angel, but I feel like a piece of me is still missing.  Let me explain.

I’ve always felt half angel, and half… something else.  Even though I do feel like an angel, I don’t feel exactly like the others up in Heaven.  I feel conflicted inside.  Plus, my wings are black… and aren’t angel wings typically white?

Recently, I discovered elven souls, and I relate to everything regarding them.  Right now, I’m wondering if my kintype is half angel and half elf?  I’m not sure, and to be honest, I don’t know if I’ll ever be sure.  I’ve been trying to pinpoint my kintype for almost 5 years now, and I still haven’t fully figured myself out.  Luckily, I’m still learning new things, even after all this time… so that gives me some hope!  :’)

So… I think that’s about it.  That mostly sums up my experience with being otherkin.  I hope you learned something from my experience, and if you relate to me, feel free to get in touch with me.  I’d love to make new otherkin friends!

[lobhadhsidhe]

Death Be Forgiving

A girl named Pandora was born in ‘96. She was born to one mortal woman, and one fairy woman.

She lived for 16 years.

Nevermind the specifics of the agreement - the sidhe girl wanted to die and I, for want of a body, obliged her in this regard.

I am, as of now, this body’s only living resident. However, I am even still burdened by the ghost of the girl, whose corpse hangs on my back, a silent weight.

This body, like a house after a plague, is littered with the remnants of her. I do not share her memories, but rather find her journals, her photographs, her files - these are the precious grave goods left to prove that she was once a living thing.

Now like a parasite I move the carcass of the sidhe girl through a life of my own design, to my own benefit. And I do not regret killing her.

But I do fear her ghost.