Spaghettification


Spaghettification or The Noodle Effect. The process by which (in some theories) an object would be stretched and ripped apart by gravitational forces on falling into a black hole.

Stretched and pulled apart. The Collective is in utter chaos. Pieces have separated again. There is not much integration. A huge step backwards. Shattered. Again.

Into the darkness we were thrust. Chunks fell apart falling everywhere. Leaving the Dead One exposed for the first time. Left alone in the mess of debris. Open. Alone. Terrified. Mute. So tiny. Barely able to move. Vulnerable and defenseless.

The Cutter didn’t cut. She knew this pain was too deep for her to fix. She knew anything she could offer would make things worse for us all. So no offering was made. She screamed into the darkness instead. And screamed and screamed.

Yet we were still mute.

I am left to sweep up the mess and deal with the carnage. Just me. Melany.

I felt Diane’s desperation for this life to be over with already. She is tired and just wants out. She won’t do it herself so all she can do is long for the end and the new beginning in The Mist. In The Mist there is peace and love and understanding and total oneness. For a child she is wise beyond her years.

I felt Wendy’s feeling of worthlessness. Utter hopelessness of ever doing anything good, anything right. Ever. She is convinced that people were right in telling her it was her fault that her father is dead now. They blamed her. If it wasn’t for her neediness to be loved and accepted… it’s a hole that eats her up to this day. She is forever craving it like an addict craves their drug.

DieAnne knew what they expected of her and she was not giving it to them. They would talk bad of her and blame her and her alone. In our defense would be Kiki and Marion. For sure. We know that.

Berated over and over and over again. Beaten down verbally, mentally and emotionally. Used. Used and to be thrown away when all used up. Left alone. Again. Berated with lies and false accusations. Making sure she knows she is worth nothing. She is unlovable. Her love is toxic. Her love is thrown away. Like trash. She is taught it’s better not to love. By who? Someone who knows that love kills. Love hurts. Pain is all there is for her. The constant ache for companionship. For someone to love her.

The only ones I can feel inside that haven’t been blown far away are Diane, Wendy, DieAnne, The Cutter, Bitch, The Dead One and I’m not really sure who else is left. I can feel a few more of the darker ones scattered about. As for the others… Tanya, Missy, Diana… gone. Poof.

I fear we will never find what we are looking for, needing. Why? Some people are simply unlovable is all. We happen to be one of them. Just too broken for it to ever happen. That, for sure was drilled into us so deep it shredded our heart beyond repair. We get it. We are defective beyond repair looking for something only normal people get. We are the cat who was given a home in the water.

On that note…

Love, Melany

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mystical Cats Tarot ~ XVI The Tower


Merry Meet!

Have you fallen and you can’t get up? Something rocking your world? This may be a temporarily chaotic time. Read on to see what our Tower Cat has to say…

XVI The Tower

XVI ~ The Tower

Cats prefer that things remain stable, and we always pause to consider the situation to make sure it is safe before proceeding. Alas, not all things are within our control. Sometimes even a trusted structure will topple unexpectedly, rousing us from our rest with startling violence. This is not a time for hesitation: survival depends on quickly adapting to the changed conditions. At such times, instinct takes over. Turning in midair, we find the horizon and orient ourselves to land safely, absorbing the shock with flexible grace.

Saila’s Sentiment:

Has something knocked you off of your feet? It may be something big or it may be small… Things were going well and then — Whammo! You feel your foundations start to shake. If you can anticipate the fall and let your natural instinct for survival kick in, you will have time to turn in the air and land on your feet. There are lessons to be learned from this. It may just be a stumble, so watch you do not make it into something it is not. Trust your gut. Your lessons learned can serve you well in times of change and crisis if you let them.

Until next time… Blessed Be… Saila