An open letter to my comrades, and then to my biggest haters <3
Y'all already know what this shit is about.
To my friends: It’s weird being someone so attuned, isn’t it? Like, my ears have been ringing all day. I’ve been heavy and exhausted. As a deathworker and a high priestex, I offer myself up to protect those who feel they cannot protect themselves yet. It’s like being the lone shield on a battlefield where opposing worlds meet, and just having to sit there and breathe. I’m well-versed in this. I let it all flow through me, knowing the balance is ultimately within. I know I am needed, I can feel what’s happening. I knew about the deaths of our siblings in advance, but I also knew there was nothing I could do to alter the timeline. Death and change, those are forces outside of my control. The only thing I can do is surrender to these forces, and choose to work with them when possible, through remaining aware. I’m so sorry, I really wish I could change things in this moment, with my magick wand, just reverse it, but. But I know that’s far from the reality of this situation, I haven’t studied necromancy quite long enough for that. What’s reality right now is, there are real people, human souls and beyond, dying here every single day. Most of them, they go peacefully, they know their time has come. But those who have been taken too soon, by folks who choose to play God, and take from the land of the living selfishly, those lost souls are full of rage, anger, bitterness and defeat. They want revenge, they want action. And they need something more fulfilling, a satisfying meal, before they are ready to fully and truly let go. I’m here to channel them in this moment. Our fallen siblings are on our side, I promise. They hear us and feel us, they work from beyond to keep us safe, we are safe, I promise.
To the fascists: So, I know you read the first part cause you’re a fucking snoop. Let’s end this now! Before things get worse for you, you mother fuckers who are killing endlessly, fully engulfed in your shadows, let’s. stop. here. Because you don’t know what’s fucking coming to you if you don’t. And I get it! I do, I understand just how difficult it is to see things differently when you’re closeminded, when you’re in blissful ignorance, when you feel your hatred is justified, when it’s all consuming. But this is not the way forward. Your feelings don’t matter here, and you’re no longer in control. When you send out hatred, you receive hatred. You’re hurting others, who you don’t give a flying fuck about, I’m sure. You think we’re nothing but animals, subhuman, you want us to rot in the pits of hell. But the only person you’re really hurting is yourself. You’ll drown in that shame, of killing others, your God will punish you for your sins. And your God, is not my God. You stay stagnant, I flow. That’s revolutionary against old news, old kings ready to lose their crowns.
And to that I say, good. Let your own anger suffocate you, I’ll let you kill yourself off and it’ll be no goddamn sweat off my back. Anger is poison, you know. I’ll even hold my army back, give you some time to think real hard about what’s coming to you if you don’t change course. Like I said, I’ve got all the time in the goddamn world. I know I’m not going to be the one to lose, here. I’m in it for the long game, and you’re just a piece on my chessboard unless you wake the fuck up and stop it. So here I am, slapping you in the face. Wake. Up. I’ve taken a good hard look in the eyes of my fears many times and never backed down once. I’m a 22 year old tranny with autism, diagnosed with C-PTSD, and I know for goddamn sure you’d wet your pants if you got a real taste of my energy. You think I’m weak, but I’m your worst goddamn nightmare walking. So what are you gonna do? Either it’s your move, or mine <3 think on it and get back to me. I’m always watching.
- Thanatos