Fantastical NeuroMystical
You may be sitting here reading this wondering, what exactly is NeuroMystical? And how do I know if I am one?
Maybe you’re someone who has always known, or someone who has been drawn toward metaphysical and paranormal since you were a child.
Perhaps you have always expressed an interest in traveling to specific places on Earth that are known to hold energy and power.
OR maybe you’re entirely turned off by the idea and you’ve stumbled upon this post, calling you home to parts of you, you have yet to uncover!
For me, this was a relentless pursuit from the mystical world. Breadcrumbs and symbols strewn about my environment, like diamonds in a coal mine. I tried to run, I tried to hide, and like a child I closed my eyes tight so I could not see what was right in front of me.
When I awakened, I realized I was more confused than anything. I identified with the principals of witchiness, however I didn’t necessarily feel connected to Salem witch trials or Hocus Pocus witches for that matter. I do however, remember vividly being tortured for being “different”. I had visions of horses pulling carts full of my sacred artifacts away, and flames that scorched my toes as I lifted my head to the sky. I could see myself healing others with a spellbook, and dancing under the moon with my coven. But the images were often frightening. And I’d abandon myself over again for fear that what killed me in lifetimes before would take me out once again in this lifetime.
Fore me, mysticism exists when I talk to the trees, or lean my head into the wind. It’s the ache in my knee just before a monstrous rain storm, or the lightning strike in my head when the barometric pressure in the air rises. My magic lives in my bones, in my veins, and in my skin. It interacts with the world and the people around me. It is my way of engaging in an everchanging world.
So how was I to tap into this knowledge without spiraling into madness? How could I remember AND forget? How could I be lost and found while figuring out how to navigate my own fleeting thoughts? For me, the answer lived in writing.
For years, writing was the ONLY place I felt safe to explore the edges of my story. I’d pull a book from a locked compartment, sit alone, and write until my head was empty and my paper was full. I’d write all of the dreams, thoughts, and visions that came to my mind. I’d write angry, sad, and indifferent. I’d write my breakthrough’s and I’d write my celebrations. I’d write what I’d remember, and what I had forgotten. Writing was the gateway, it was the portal in and out of these realms. It was the medicine I needed at a time when I could barely talk about what I had known I survived across countless lifetimes.
I spent years doing this. Over and over. Every single day until I felt complete. And now, I bring this alchemical process of mysticism to you.
My spells are prayers I lift to the divine, and my potions made up of the tea and alchemy that nurtures my spirit. My altar is made of intentions and oracle cards and my familiar speaks to me in the night. When I became attuned to my inner voice, my outer worlds revealed their secrets. And nature is the thread that connects the magic to my fingertips. When I embrace the voice of my mysticim, I feel more at peace with who I am on the inside. I feel alive once again.
The problem was, my fear of how that presented on the outside. The more I leaned into this craft, the more disconnect I felt from the world around me. Because it always rooted back to the same truth; this connection had killed me once before.
I had been burned, tortured, and abused for just being who I was… would it happen again this lifetime? Was it safe to share all of the parts of me with the world? Or would I be hunted once more for “being different” in a world hell bent on imposing order. Chaos is seen as the enemy, and witches are the art of that which is born through chaos.
So, how in the world would I be able to live in my authentic self when I was so terrifed to allow people to see me this way?
The truth is, the answer isn’t as simple as “deciding” to not care. Our coping mechanisms have a way of safegaurding against what has traumatized us in the past, and our nervous system is an intellegence designed to respond to stress. It matters not whether that trauma is from 10 years ago, or 1,000. The body remembers. Our ancestors pass down their powers and their panic. Therefore, it is in our cells to recognize what is dangerous to US and does a fantastic job of helping us survive impossible things.
As a witch, and neurodivergent, you too have survived impossible things.
Which leaves us at the edge of a new world, how DO you tap into your power safely while understanding your bodies deep desire to run?
If you were drawn to this post, it means the voice of your inner mystic is ready to emerge, or evolve. It means you are here for a reason. And while you explore the bounds of this voice we will commit to keeping each other SAFE in the process. It means there IS access to safety and we will empower that into existence. You are meant to thrive as a NeuroMystical human.
You are safe here, let your words touch light. Let the torch of your voice be a beacon for your body to follow. Let your story sing out from your belly and your womb. Let what you have hidden become seen. You are worthy of stepping into your mystical power. And it begins here, now with you. I believe in you.
Whether you are a practicing NeuroMystic or interested in exploring the magical worlds that live within you, your mystical spirit calls to you now. It is no accident you are here. I can’t wait to see all of the magical things you do.
Love ~ Robin
