The Wiccan Christian

Hope, Healing and Happiness in Trauma Recovery

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Welcome to The Wiccan Christian. I’m sure there are a lot of people who may wonder, “What exactly does that mean?” Well, I guess if there is a such thing, that’s what I am. Hi, my name is Cindy. I have started this blog to be more like a diary; with personal thoughts, quotes, biblical references, spiritual ideas, basically things I’ve come across in time, either by my own mind or the mind of another that has just stuck with me. I won’t say this blog will be organized as I am not an organizer. But I want to share my experiences with people in hopes that maybe someone will understand and actually relate to a few stories. Ive had a lot of experiences in my life that I feel I need to share. I think it removes fear and brings understanding. I suffer….okay, I won’t say “suffer”…that sounds so….empty, like there was never anything good in my life. Not the case at all. I’ve had some very wonderful experiences in life. But I too carry scars that may or may not completely heal. I’ve been hurt in the worst way I think a person can be hurt. Nevertheless, I am a survivor. Welcome to my blog. And thank you for stopping by.
People Want To Stomp Out My Super Power

People Want To Stomp Out My Super Power

What is one way you have grown this year?

I can’t believe there’s actually people out there like that….. And I can’t even spell the word I want to use. Dis en genuine. I don’t know, this is the word that keeps popping up for me.

My feelings aren’t hurt. Him blocking me, instead of me making a foolish mistake, gives me complete satisfaction. Not only that, but God had to literally point him out to me. “Cindy. Open your eyes. See what you refuse to see.” I didn’t want to believe it at first. But now I know it’s true. In my eyes, this guy, his soul is evil. To put me through the hell he did. He gaslighted me for like a year or more.

The important thing is I came out of it with my intuition back. It had been taken hostage for six (6) years and finally released. Which is a very wonderful feeling. I was like his prisoner, trapped by chains around my body and neck. But he finally let me go.

You know, that could be considered compassion. He finally felt sorry for me and let me go. He even said something to the effect, I don’t want to see you suffer anymore….

Who knows. It doesn’t even matter. I should thank him. But I’m sure there’s some anger in there somewhere. Just when I think of all the tricks.

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