Cooking Open Brain Shells Spell
(For "Doctors" That Can't Take a -No- For An Answer From Their Lucid/Artistic/Creative/Loving Patients)
~As I walk by the beach that once was covered in crude oil and I pick up the shells full of meat to cook and eat as I have done so many times as a child, I think of what my guides have in store for me... I wonder what they are up to, today.~
I find them one by one and I'm not counting because I remember how many times I dreamed of doing that with my children, Beatriz and Lukas... I once felt so proud of my simple and magic world... I could find food inside hard shells and that was always fascinating to me...
When I get back to my improvised office, I find out that ~I brought with me exactly 20 of them...
I brought an empty shell too and I placed it on my guide's alter...
My Guide Thanked Me And We Felt Glad For What We've Found...~
Then, I got a phone call from someone that I know for many years and she insists in ignoring my claims about everything that has happened to me and my family for many years now...
It makes me so sick, all I want is to puke with disgust and anger...
So, guided by my loving fairies, I cooked the brains of the "Dr.'s" obsessed with their own ideas that I do not have guides, much less that I am allowed to talk to them and hear what they have to say...
Ironically, a profession based on the ability to listen to your patients and understand their needs on a profound level, these so called "doctors" are totally incapable of doing exactly that. All the while that they continue to use yours and mine art/creativity/spells/sensibility/stories and trades to feed their sick ego's...
~I ate their brain's matter and it had no seasoning.
At such point of my degustation, I heard my cousin's voice saying that the brain that the "Dr." will eat, before he dies, tastes much better...~
Bon Appétit!Djanine PutinAugust 30th 2022P.S. I Hate You
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