BloodyKirka: Daemon Spirits

Cosmic Bullshit

They call me Princess Cowboy and I'm full of cosmic bullshit and I know it. I'm a piscean alien with space for brains and big moon eyes and sometimes i get so full of water and tea it leaks out of my eyes and fills up my teacups again. I'm such a tea junkie i piss it. I'm such an everything junkie, really, and I love to be so overwhelmed with drugs, colors, lights, people, music, patterns, feelings, and daydreams that i almost can't breathe, because everything's a drug and I choose it all! I want to suck all of the marrow out of life and live as beautifully in each moment as I can. I'm a blue-haired moonchild whose only religion is love and I read chicana and native american literature, make terrible doodles of cacti covens in Arizona, play a pink ukulele with stickers on it, meditate to tribal music, cum to e.e.cummings, study buddhism and art, drunkenly dance in forests and graveyards, leave lipstick prints on cigarettes, and howl at the big glitter in the sky cause i'm a rhinestone-cowgirl and a pixie-shaman who eats peyote on top of a pueblo on a martian desert under the full moon, cause that's how i roll. I'm a sun in pisces, moon in gemini, cancer rising, and I'm full of all sorts of poetic bullshit about astrology and tarot, so go ahead and ask me anything. I'm a moon warrior of the tie-dye sky and I live in a land of poppies and mushroom trees where pixie-elephants fly and ghostly shamans put spells on stars.  I'm a forest people, and if you a forest people too, come have a tea party with me in a unicorn forest at the bottom of the sea xxx <666

Spirit Animals

my spirit animal, for almost all of my life has been a luna moth.  i have memories as a little girl of the moths flying around under the moon, beating their bodies against light, always yearning and howling, spinning through the world with chilling beauty, and i'd wake up the next morning to find wings all over the lawn, ghosts of the faerie spells i'd witnessed just the night before.  i used to collect them in a little drawer.  some of their magick would rub off on your fingers, gold and green.
recently, my dreams have been so clear.  i can almost still touch them when i wake up in the morning.  i've never been like that.  i always wake up empty, filled with darkness, clinging to the shade of the ghost of the feeling of the memory of a dream i had.  it feels so distant.  that feeling will creep into my day, but i can never place what it is.  i think i'm coming into a new spiritual awakening.  i can't sleep, but when i do, the taste and smell are still in my mouth when i open my eyes.
i had a shroom trip a month ago.  every time i closed my eyes i saw kaleidoscopic narwhals and diamonds, spinning in rainbows.  so dangerous and beautiful!  as the trip deepened, the bed became my ocean.  i rolled around in lumpy space princess, covered my face with hair, and made unicorn noises under the pillow.  water.  i need water.  i always need water.  i make people thirsty when i hang out with them.  i'm a pisces.  i basically breathe it.  i'm always thirsty.  always thirsty.  i need water.  using my otherworldy sonar powers, i drew my boyfriend into the room and begged him for a drink.  he brought me a nalgene, kissed my head, closed the door.  huge gulp!  and then i stared at it for a while.  splash splash splash!  i threw it all over the bed and myself, giggling and sparkling and then i dove into the sea.  i became a narwhal somewhere under the sheets.  i felt the spirit of the mystic sea unicorn in my bones.  i will always find comfort and guidance in the luna moths of my childhood, but i'm a narwhal now.  sometimes the queen seahorse visits me, but almost always i'm a lonely shaman narwhal on a quest through glittering diamond seas.

well that's a weird spirit animal...  not like a fox, owl, deer, or wolf.  curious to see what people would come up with, i asked everyone what they thought my spirit animal was.  number one result was narwhal, followed by seahorse.  that's so bizarre... is it noticeable? does it shine off of me?  i hope it does.  the bewitching narwhal is still swimming and spinning in my bones.  i often have dreams where i'm a pudgy little narwhal, floating in a swimming pool full of purple crystals.

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