Be Forewarned, I am a Fey and Quixotic Creative Writer

Be Forewarned, I am a Fey and Quixotic Creative Writer
And in the End was the Word, Amy's Word

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Tuesday, November 10, 2015

The Look in Your Eyes

Eye contact is a way of communication.  Eyes are the window to the soul.  If someone is in love or lust and they gaze at their lover their eyes send a message. I have partaken in looks of longing desire a few times in my life.  If someone is angry, their eyes send a message.  I saw a person from my past a few weeks ago in the grocery story.  My eyes gave him a look.  The look was steely cold, almost dead.   Now that I know what exactly has been in my past. (porned and prostituted in a different personality)  when I look at old photographs of people that I took, I see in their eyes a sort of cocky "Boy have-we have put one over on you!"- look.

One time when I was about 13, a girlfriend gave me the evil eye.  My father did the same in the early nineties while he was playing a gig in his band.  One can really see the dark energy emerging from the left eye. The Mal Oyo is palpable.  Some say the mal oyo is the eye of desire, desire so much as to be a sick desire.  Perhaps the desire is to have evil befall the person in receipt.

Yesterday a woman came in to the shop I work at, and she said, "you look so familiar!"  She was not the least familiar to me.  She recognized me from the work that the spirits I channeled did.  I gently redirected the conversation.  At the end of our talk, she gave me a knowing look.  She had remembered where she knew me from.  I admit to a transient cowardice. The next time someone knows me from somewhere I will tell them.  "I am a recovering sex slave and you have seen me in porn.

I will share, my poppets?  When they are created it is very important that I put the spiritual energy of that person from the eyes into the poppet. (this can be done from a photo)  I look to the poppets eyes when I have a question and they will give me a yay or nay. The spirit of the poppet is empowered by their presence in my consciousness.



Oh!   I forgot, I am crazy!  Crazy people don't have the perceptions of what humans have evolved for thousands of years to communicate!  Even though my mental illness was faked with hallucinogens and speed, I don't know what eye messages mean.  This crazy sorceress is making the clothing of the president today so be sure to check out my other blog...amesascribbles...Education in creativity.

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