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Rikki
High Priestess
I once walked into a room and overheard a couple of friends talking about me. They didn’t know I was there. I paused for a moment, let their words settle, then smiled, shook my head, and walked away.
There was a time I found out a friend had been speaking badly about me. They never knew I knew, and I never confronted them. Instead, I chose to quietly step away from that friendship, carrying only my peace with me.
Then there is my mother who cut me out of her life because I finally stood up for myself. I stopped crossing oceans for people who wouldn’t even help me across a puddle. This time, too, I smiled, shook my head, and walked away.
People often ask me how I can just walk away from those who betray me—people I trusted, people I thought cared.
The truth is, each of those moments is a crossroads. Every betrayal, every disappointment, is a sign pointing me toward who is meant to journey with me and who is not. It’s never easy, but it’s always necessary.
I’ve learned that anger and resentment weigh you down. So instead of getting mad at those who betray me—whether they’re friends, my mom, or anyone else—I choose to bow out gracefully. I trust that life, or perhaps something greater, will fill the spaces they leave behind with people who are genuine, kind, and true.
Because at the end of the day, the journey is mine. And I’d rather walk it with those who truly belong beside me.
From Priestess Anna's FB. The first time I saw her talk about her mom who abandoned her and her father
There was a time I found out a friend had been speaking badly about me. They never knew I knew, and I never confronted them. Instead, I chose to quietly step away from that friendship, carrying only my peace with me.
Then there is my mother who cut me out of her life because I finally stood up for myself. I stopped crossing oceans for people who wouldn’t even help me across a puddle. This time, too, I smiled, shook my head, and walked away.
People often ask me how I can just walk away from those who betray me—people I trusted, people I thought cared.
The truth is, each of those moments is a crossroads. Every betrayal, every disappointment, is a sign pointing me toward who is meant to journey with me and who is not. It’s never easy, but it’s always necessary.
I’ve learned that anger and resentment weigh you down. So instead of getting mad at those who betray me—whether they’re friends, my mom, or anyone else—I choose to bow out gracefully. I trust that life, or perhaps something greater, will fill the spaces they leave behind with people who are genuine, kind, and true.
Because at the end of the day, the journey is mine. And I’d rather walk it with those who truly belong beside me.
From Priestess Anna's FB. The first time I saw her talk about her mom who abandoned her and her father
pigfarmer
tall, thin, irritable
Interesting post.
Those weren't friends then were they? Or not very good ones at least. Best to cull the weak links, IMO and what could you possibly every say to them? In a situation very much like that with a frenemy of mine I never let on how I felt or what I was thinking I just stopped speaking to him and knowing his personality type that was the most effective way to deal with it. He'd prefer confrontation which is exactly why I let him stew in his own juices.
A corollary: a person you've known your entire life turns out to be someone you don't care for.
Nothing to do with love or being willing to help, just sometimes there are things you never saw before and when you do it's ugly and impossible to unsee. Kobyashi Maru, it's a test of character that many fail because it's usually easier to rationalize a problem away than do the heavy lifting and just deal with it.
Those weren't friends then were they? Or not very good ones at least. Best to cull the weak links, IMO and what could you possibly every say to them? In a situation very much like that with a frenemy of mine I never let on how I felt or what I was thinking I just stopped speaking to him and knowing his personality type that was the most effective way to deal with it. He'd prefer confrontation which is exactly why I let him stew in his own juices.
A corollary: a person you've known your entire life turns out to be someone you don't care for.
Nothing to do with love or being willing to help, just sometimes there are things you never saw before and when you do it's ugly and impossible to unsee. Kobyashi Maru, it's a test of character that many fail because it's usually easier to rationalize a problem away than do the heavy lifting and just deal with it.
nivek
As Above So Below
Sometimes impossible to see but sometimes possible to throw a sheet over...Like an old, torn, almost broken chair no one wants to get rid of because it's still comfortable to sit in so they throw a sheet over it, there are some who are so proud of their dis-eases that are more than willing to pour over into someone else's plate...That's why I always have bread with my meals, not to eat mind you, but to soak up any spillage from another plate...People can be messy...
Those type of situations also mould and hone an individual's character, offering opportunity to refine certain energies to a finer degree...Some of those instances are priceless...
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pigfarmer
tall, thin, irritable
My wife and I have had a number of those priceless opportunities over the past few years and there has always been benefit it taking advantage of them even if it may not have been immediately obvious at the time.
Other people's Drama. Yup, some people just splash their **** everywhere without thought and we are deadly sick of it. But yeah, we just 'throw and old sheet' over some things because if we didn't the cost would be our own souls, or however you'd like to put it. I can put my head on the pillow at night without guilt so whatever we endured was worth it.
Other people's Drama. Yup, some people just splash their **** everywhere without thought and we are deadly sick of it. But yeah, we just 'throw and old sheet' over some things because if we didn't the cost would be our own souls, or however you'd like to put it. I can put my head on the pillow at night without guilt so whatever we endured was worth it.
Rick Hunter
Celestial
One thing I have learned in life is that nearly all of the time you have to accept people as they are, not as you would like them to be. By "accept", I don't mean condone what they do/don't do, or knowingly give them opportunities to hurt you. What I mean is, recognize the reality of the situation and keep living your life with them or without them as the case may be.
Best current example: my wife's sister "Hannah". Hannah has blown up three marriages in a row by cheating. The last one was especially painful because she has two children with him. Hannah has never apologized to anyone, she seems to think that because she claims no religious affiliation she can use situational ethics and nihilism to her heart's content. I really don't think she comprehends the fact that she is hurting real people by her lifestyle, and I'm not sure she ever will. I told my wife that, Hannah is going to do what Hannah does and the best outcome any of us can hope for is to have a cordial relationship with her while not placing her in a position of trust where she could hurt us in some way with her predictable behavior.
Best current example: my wife's sister "Hannah". Hannah has blown up three marriages in a row by cheating. The last one was especially painful because she has two children with him. Hannah has never apologized to anyone, she seems to think that because she claims no religious affiliation she can use situational ethics and nihilism to her heart's content. I really don't think she comprehends the fact that she is hurting real people by her lifestyle, and I'm not sure she ever will. I told my wife that, Hannah is going to do what Hannah does and the best outcome any of us can hope for is to have a cordial relationship with her while not placing her in a position of trust where she could hurt us in some way with her predictable behavior.
Rikki
High Priestess
From Priestess Anna's FB
Dear Mom:
"The hardest thing about losing you is that it didn't just happen once. I lose you every single day that we don't speak. When wake up in the morning and reach for my phone and hope to see a message that isn't there, and when go to sleep at night after I realise that the only person want to moan to about how crap my day was, isn't there.
And lose you in all of the moments in between, in all the hours of silence that go by where I do nothing but think of you, go to call you, and then I don't. Because I can't I lose you when I watch certain films, listen to certain songs, and go to certain places that are all tainted with certain parts of you and how you make me feel. And I used to think I could only miss you when I was alone, but that's not true. I miss you when I'm around everyone else, too. Because they are not you. But you're always there...somewhere. I can't not think about you. It's only when I'm asleep that I get a break from it. From thinking and wanting and missing. But, then I wake up the following day, roll over, check my phone, see that you didn't call and I just know I'm going to feel it all over again." And I can never ask WHY?
Dear Mom:
"The hardest thing about losing you is that it didn't just happen once. I lose you every single day that we don't speak. When wake up in the morning and reach for my phone and hope to see a message that isn't there, and when go to sleep at night after I realise that the only person want to moan to about how crap my day was, isn't there.
And lose you in all of the moments in between, in all the hours of silence that go by where I do nothing but think of you, go to call you, and then I don't. Because I can't I lose you when I watch certain films, listen to certain songs, and go to certain places that are all tainted with certain parts of you and how you make me feel. And I used to think I could only miss you when I was alone, but that's not true. I miss you when I'm around everyone else, too. Because they are not you. But you're always there...somewhere. I can't not think about you. It's only when I'm asleep that I get a break from it. From thinking and wanting and missing. But, then I wake up the following day, roll over, check my phone, see that you didn't call and I just know I'm going to feel it all over again." And I can never ask WHY?
Rikki
High Priestess
From Priestess Anna's FB
Dear Ian
Memories of You.
I remember when you walked into my life and lit up my world.
I remember when you picked daisies for me just because.
I remember when we talked for hours about nothing and still didn't want to hang up the phone.
I remember when we read each other's minds and finished each other's sentences.
I remember when holding your hand sent a thousand waves of warmth straight into my heart and when you hugged me, I melted in your arms.
I remember when you won that huge, stuffed teddy bear for me at the fair and you said it was no big deal, but I knew it was.
I remember when you sat by my side for hours when I had pneumonia.
I remember being so deep in conversation that we lost all track of time.
I remember when we drove around town for hours just so we could kiss at the stoplights.
I remember when you wrote love notes for me and put them in my coat pocket to surprise me later.
I remember when we laughed out loud at things only we thought were funny.
I remember when you said you loved me and time as I knew it stood still for a moment and I was certain somewhere in heaven there were angels doing high fives and smiling.
On days when my heart is lonely and I'm feeling tired and old and blue, I die just a little to the memories of you.
And we just got started making memories.
Annabelle
Dear Ian
Memories of You.
I remember when you walked into my life and lit up my world.
I remember when you picked daisies for me just because.
I remember when we talked for hours about nothing and still didn't want to hang up the phone.
I remember when we read each other's minds and finished each other's sentences.
I remember when holding your hand sent a thousand waves of warmth straight into my heart and when you hugged me, I melted in your arms.
I remember when you won that huge, stuffed teddy bear for me at the fair and you said it was no big deal, but I knew it was.
I remember when you sat by my side for hours when I had pneumonia.
I remember being so deep in conversation that we lost all track of time.
I remember when we drove around town for hours just so we could kiss at the stoplights.
I remember when you wrote love notes for me and put them in my coat pocket to surprise me later.
I remember when we laughed out loud at things only we thought were funny.
I remember when you said you loved me and time as I knew it stood still for a moment and I was certain somewhere in heaven there were angels doing high fives and smiling.
On days when my heart is lonely and I'm feeling tired and old and blue, I die just a little to the memories of you.
And we just got started making memories.
Annabelle
Rikki
High Priestess
My beloved Goddess, over the past week, I have prepared myself to follow your footsteps. To walk as you have walked. This day as I have done every year I do the ritual of death and rebirth.. I reflect on your suffering and sacrifice. The details of the ritual are an oath bound secret
And this year Priestess Anna will be performing the ritual
As in life and death
It is my hope this sacred act will bring me back into balance.
To remind me of your unending love
And to give me a closer understanding of what you want for me this year and as I wish so mote it be!
Blessed be
Rikki
And this year Priestess Anna will be performing the ritual
As in life and death
It is my hope this sacred act will bring me back into balance.
To remind me of your unending love
And to give me a closer understanding of what you want for me this year and as I wish so mote it be!
Blessed be
Rikki
Rikki
High Priestess
Healing is not a grand spectacle; it happens in the quiet corners of your life, in the choices no one sees. Every step forward, no matter how small, was a victory.
Every time you chose to keep going, even when every part of you wanted to give up, you were writing a story of resilience that only you truly know.
Self-respect is the quiet strength to accept change without needing explanation. It’s when you stop asking why someone no longer calls or texts, and instead observe the silence with understanding.
There’s no drama, no confrontation—just a calm release of what no longer aligns with your peace. You walk away with grace, not because it doesn’t hurt, but because your growth has taught you that not everything lost is a loss.
Blessed be
Rikki
Every time you chose to keep going, even when every part of you wanted to give up, you were writing a story of resilience that only you truly know.
Self-respect is the quiet strength to accept change without needing explanation. It’s when you stop asking why someone no longer calls or texts, and instead observe the silence with understanding.
There’s no drama, no confrontation—just a calm release of what no longer aligns with your peace. You walk away with grace, not because it doesn’t hurt, but because your growth has taught you that not everything lost is a loss.
Blessed be
Rikki
Rick Hunter
Celestial
True wisdom no matter what religion you practice!
Rikki
High Priestess
A spell of intention:
My beloved Goddess who gave me life:
"My life is mine to protect. I will honor my own journey, choosing peace over pressure and self-love over self-neglect. I will prioritize my well-being, nurturing my mind, body, and soul with patience and compassion. I will give myself the best of me—my focus, my kindness, my passion—not just what’s left after I’ve given to everyone else. I deserve to thrive, not just survive, embracing each day with a heart that is full and a spirit that is free."
Blessed be
RIKKI
My beloved Goddess who gave me life:
"My life is mine to protect. I will honor my own journey, choosing peace over pressure and self-love over self-neglect. I will prioritize my well-being, nurturing my mind, body, and soul with patience and compassion. I will give myself the best of me—my focus, my kindness, my passion—not just what’s left after I’ve given to everyone else. I deserve to thrive, not just survive, embracing each day with a heart that is full and a spirit that is free."
Blessed be
RIKKI
Rikki
High Priestess
"The Butterfly’s Journey — Beauty Born from Becoming"
There was once a creature who began its life in the shadows, crawling close to the earth, unseen and easily forgotten.
It did not fly. It did not shine.
But it never stopped growing.
The elders say that before the butterfly was wings and wonder, it was struggle — wrapped in silence, hidden in stillness.
In that quiet cocoon, the world forgot it.
But it did not forget itself.
And when the time came, it did not burst forth in rage or noise.
It unfolded, slowly — colors blooming from what once was ordinary.
Not to impress, not to be admired… but because it was finally ready to be true.
The butterfly teaches us that transformation is not loud, and healing is not always visible.
It whispers:
"Do not fear your waiting seasons. The dark does not mean the end — it means something is preparing to bloom."
So wear your colors. Spread your wings.
Not because you are flawless, but because you have become.
And that, above all, is beautiful.
There was once a creature who began its life in the shadows, crawling close to the earth, unseen and easily forgotten.
It did not fly. It did not shine.
But it never stopped growing.
The elders say that before the butterfly was wings and wonder, it was struggle — wrapped in silence, hidden in stillness.
In that quiet cocoon, the world forgot it.
But it did not forget itself.
And when the time came, it did not burst forth in rage or noise.
It unfolded, slowly — colors blooming from what once was ordinary.
Not to impress, not to be admired… but because it was finally ready to be true.
The butterfly teaches us that transformation is not loud, and healing is not always visible.
It whispers:
"Do not fear your waiting seasons. The dark does not mean the end — it means something is preparing to bloom."
So wear your colors. Spread your wings.
Not because you are flawless, but because you have become.
And that, above all, is beautiful.
Rikki
High Priestess
From Priestess Anna's FB:
There was a time when i couldn’t even speak about the pain.
The weight of it pressed so heavily on my chest that words felt impossible, like trying to hold water in cupped hands—slipping through before they could take shape.
Now, I'm helping others heal—just by being real.
I didn’t get stronger overnight.
I broke. I rebuilt. Quietly. Consistently.
And now? My story has become someone else’s survival guide.
If you’re still in the storm, hold on.
Your breakthrough might one day become a lifeline for someone else.
What feels unbearable today may transform into hope for another tomorrow.
You’re not alone. You’re not weak.
You’re just in the middle of your story.
Keep going.
Even when it feels like no one sees your struggle, trust that your journey matters.
One day, the pieces you’re picking up will fit together into something beautiful—not just for you, but for those who need to see how far you’ve come.
Because here’s the truth:
You’ll inspire more than you’ll ever know.
May this be a blessing to you
Blessed be
Rikki
There was a time when i couldn’t even speak about the pain.
The weight of it pressed so heavily on my chest that words felt impossible, like trying to hold water in cupped hands—slipping through before they could take shape.
Now, I'm helping others heal—just by being real.
I didn’t get stronger overnight.
I broke. I rebuilt. Quietly. Consistently.
And now? My story has become someone else’s survival guide.
If you’re still in the storm, hold on.
Your breakthrough might one day become a lifeline for someone else.
What feels unbearable today may transform into hope for another tomorrow.
You’re not alone. You’re not weak.
You’re just in the middle of your story.
Keep going.
Even when it feels like no one sees your struggle, trust that your journey matters.
One day, the pieces you’re picking up will fit together into something beautiful—not just for you, but for those who need to see how far you’ve come.
Because here’s the truth:
You’ll inspire more than you’ll ever know.
May this be a blessing to you
Blessed be
Rikki
Rikki
High Priestess
More from her FB
Whether your heart is mending from loss, your spirit is recovering from hardship, or your mind is seeking peace, know that it is okay to take your time. May you find the strength to let go of what hurts, the courage to embrace what heals, and the grace to be patient with yourself. It took me four years to find my peace. The goddess helps me find my peace
I seen her face. It is mine. I seen your life it is mine.
Whether your heart is mending from loss, your spirit is recovering from hardship, or your mind is seeking peace, know that it is okay to take your time. May you find the strength to let go of what hurts, the courage to embrace what heals, and the grace to be patient with yourself. It took me four years to find my peace. The goddess helps me find my peace
I seen her face. It is mine. I seen your life it is mine.
Rick Hunter
Celestial
Thanks, I really needed to hear this!
Rikki
High Priestess
In December Anna's father Carl met a wonderful woman named Laura. I watched as her relationship grew with him and Anna. In January, she decided to join WICCA and the circle, seeing the good it did to Anna. Time went by and Carl proposed marriage. In WICCA there are several oath bound rituals.
One of these is a rite celebrating the goddess and you walk as she walked. It's not an easy ritual I only do it once a year. Anna has taken up doing it monthly as her devotion to the Goddess. As Laura is still in her training High Priestess Katlin had to approve of the ritual for Laura. I agreed to undergo the ritual as a monitor for Laura.
Laura dedicated her life her soul to the Goddess. I was surprised when she finished it. Anna is gaining a good and loving stepmother and the Goddess a dedicated and devoted Priestess.
Blessed be
RIKKI
One of these is a rite celebrating the goddess and you walk as she walked. It's not an easy ritual I only do it once a year. Anna has taken up doing it monthly as her devotion to the Goddess. As Laura is still in her training High Priestess Katlin had to approve of the ritual for Laura. I agreed to undergo the ritual as a monitor for Laura.
Laura dedicated her life her soul to the Goddess. I was surprised when she finished it. Anna is gaining a good and loving stepmother and the Goddess a dedicated and devoted Priestess.
Blessed be
RIKKI
Rikki
High Priestess
The heart doesn’t heal in a straight path,
it moves in circles,
looping back through memories
we thought we’d already survived,
touching wounds
we believed had closed.
Some days, the ache crashes in
sharp as the first night;
other days, it ebbs,
a whisper in the background,
a shadow that moves when we do.
Over time, the jagged edges soften,
not because love has lessened,
but because it learns
a new shape inside us.
Grief weaves itself
into our days,
a quiet companion,
not an open wound.
It walks with us
into the morning light,
stands beside us
in moments of joy,
settles with us
in the stillness of night.
It does not leave; it changes,
from a force that breaks us
to a thread that binds us
to what we cherished,
to the person we are becoming
in its wake.
~ 'Grief Comes in Waves' by Spirit of a Hippie
Mary Anne Byrne
~ Art Unknown via Pinterest
it moves in circles,
looping back through memories
we thought we’d already survived,
touching wounds
we believed had closed.
Some days, the ache crashes in
sharp as the first night;
other days, it ebbs,
a whisper in the background,
a shadow that moves when we do.
Over time, the jagged edges soften,
not because love has lessened,
but because it learns
a new shape inside us.
Grief weaves itself
into our days,
a quiet companion,
not an open wound.
It walks with us
into the morning light,
stands beside us
in moments of joy,
settles with us
in the stillness of night.
It does not leave; it changes,
from a force that breaks us
to a thread that binds us
to what we cherished,
to the person we are becoming
in its wake.
~ 'Grief Comes in Waves' by Spirit of a Hippie
Mary Anne Byrne~ Art Unknown via Pinterest
Rikki
High Priestess
Some pastor claimed that today September 23rd is the rapture. He claimed that Jesus came at told him. While I will not discount his word. I have seen no sign of this. And EVERY time someone predicted that the rapture is upon us it is failure.
I have seen and spoken to the Goddess. Who is loving and not getting ready to end it all
Rather I'm working to prepare my father for his transition. The Goddess has said. "Behold I give him this season of grace. "
The Goddess is love and peace. Not fear and a messanger of doom.
Blessed be
RIKKI
I have seen and spoken to the Goddess. Who is loving and not getting ready to end it all
Rather I'm working to prepare my father for his transition. The Goddess has said. "Behold I give him this season of grace. "
The Goddess is love and peace. Not fear and a messanger of doom.
Blessed be
RIKKI