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Welcome to The Wiccan Christian. I’m sure many people wonder, “What exactly does that mean?” The truth is, I’m not sure there’s an official definition. If there is, I suppose that’s what I am. Hi, my name is Cindy. I created this blog to be something like a diary—a place to share my thoughts, favorite quotes, Bible verses, spiritual reflections, and the little things I’ve learned along the way. Some of these ideas are my own. Others have come from people whose words stayed with me long after I heard them. Together, they’ve helped shape the person I am today. I won’t promise that this blog will be perfectly organized because, quite honestly, I’m not an organized person. What I can promise is honesty. My hope is that by sharing my experiences, someone else might feel understood. Maybe you’ll see a piece of your own story in mine. I believe that sharing our stories takes away fear, replaces judgment with understanding, and reminds us that none of us are truly alone. I’ve lived through some incredibly beautiful moments, and I’ve also experienced some of life’s deepest wounds. Those experiences have left scars that may never completely disappear, but they have also shaped my strength, my faith, and my compassion for others. I don’t define myself by what I’ve been through. I define myself by the fact that I’m still here, still growing, still learning, and still believing there is hope. I’m a survivor. Thank you for stopping by. I hope you’ll stay awhile, and I hope something you read here brings you comfort, encouragement, or simply reminds you that someone else understands. Welcome.

Well, I Did It. I Cut The Ties That Bind Me

Close up sincere empathic young african ethnicity man covering hand of biracial woman, supporting in difficult life situation, giving psychological help, asking forgiveness or making peace indoors.
A close-up photo of a woman’s bare feet while walking on grass and soil in nature.

Regardless of the description, I see somebody deciding to walk away after prayerful decision. And that’s me. Not just once, but twice. Two different people.

Maybe people wonder, “Two? Who?.

The last two most important “men” in my past ……

It goes back to 2007.

I choose myself. I don’t want either one. I believe they are both toxic for me in their own ways. But I’m not “healthy” either.

I see things. I get visions. I memorize everything about you, but the everyday dealings. I can hear your voice in my mind. I can see your face in my eyes. I can see you lying to me. Betraying me in some way. Not being honest about your feelings I could probably go on.

I am a woman. Surely someone you can confide in. Either one, I’ll give an honest answer.

But I can’t help you.

I remember having a vision, 2019 sometime. Or was it a dream? I don’t remember. All I remember about it was I felt I could heal narcissists…..🤔

And I know that’s what I’m dealing with.

Is that even possible?

From what I’ve read, “NO”.

I like to believe they can be. I have a hard time believing in ….. I believe God can change them. I do believe God can. And I’ve probably got the biggest mouth to pray 🙏

I know there are a lot of hurt people out there, who have been bulldozed right over. I believe in the power of prayer. 🙏 There’s enough of us out there to whoot and holler. Not for them to go to hell. But for God to open their eyes. #1 just open their eyes. Feel what it felt like.

Every night, light a candle. It doesn’t have to be anything but a birthday candle will do just fine. I light a candle for as long as I want the prayer to last. For me, prayers can be two days. Non-stop.

Maybe there has been a crusader out there before and came back kicked in the a**. I don’t know. This narcissist stuff is new to me. I feel anyway. I don’t know if I’m in denial about something when it comes to that(?). I mean, I can see it in my mind now ……

Maybe I was so doped up before I never noticed it.

Today I cut the cords. At least I feel I did. I wrote each of their names on an index card.

Funny thing. I thought these index cards were blank, so I just grabbed any old one. It already had one of the person’s name on the card. All I had to add was “letting go of”.

At 8:26pm I burned both cards.

I suspect I’m going to be bullied again, because I cried on Facebook. And I’m sure the stalker saw it. 😂

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