Kylie D Fae

“Death doesn’t separate us. Life separates us.”

  — Empress

 

The craving for death is the craving for connection, the truest connection. Being seen as the soul, free from the limitations of the body.

 

Mortem

 

Meet your darkness,

Befriend her,

Let yourself sink.

Touch the inky black, star dusted cosmos from which we all come, and will inevitably return to.

 

Surrender to the descent,

Without losing yourself.

Reclaim the parts of you that you disowned,

Release the parts of you that are no longer you,

Emancipate yourself from the fear and panic  that chase you from your past, that try to consume you with their lies and half truths.

 

Have yourself, really have yourself

Your foundation,

Your liberation,

by walking yourself down into the depths of your own pain.

 

Because you choose it.

 

Most people aren’t actually completing their death process.

 

Death is so natural, nature dies every single year, on repeat.

 

The reason that you feel stuck in depression and so many forms of mental illness, is because you won’t complete your death.

 

You exist in a half dead state.

 

Half living.   

 

Half existing.

 

Carrying around the dead weight of your old selves, unwilling to let go because you’re afraid. Of the pain, of life on the other side.

And quite honestly - of feeling so deliciously amazing, because some part of you knows that that is your birthright. And if you get it, it could be taken away at any moment, and you want to have control over that.

 

Until you do the work and surrender that, and in exchange receive the true freedom you crave.

 

Until you can die the way your soul is begging you to, you won’t feel life naked, brushing up against your skin, touching you with nothing in the way.

 

The shadows we don’t consciously seek out will take us over at some point - especially when we’re deeply working in the magical/energetic realms.

 

You may like to think you’re free.

 

But underneath, you know this shit isn’t going away.

 

That sinking in the pit of your stomach, that lump in your throat, that chill up your spine -

 

This is your body telling you to look at your shit before it bites you.

 

Mortem.

 

Face your shadows, make love with them, decompose, let the crows pick at your bones.

 

Beginning every November 1st, 3 months, 9 calls.