Today went pretty chill.
I relived every messed up thing that ever happened to me at the hands of every relative I ever encountered. Wrote it down somewhere. I'm so glad I'll only be living this life with them once. I don't consent to any further encounters — not even in the afterlife. That's a one and done deal.
If my afterlife is disrupted by them, I will personally destroy them all.
My peace will not be denied. If I can't have it even there, I might as well turn into an ambitious demon with my humanity as the price. Peace — or there will be nothing left of you. Not even in a different timeline. May my flesh turn to bone with a mind devoid of all its limitations. It wouldn't simply be rage. It would be certain agony in every single way. I wouldn't hesitate to reach into the different states of their beings and every level of their consciousness just to make it happen. My entire body and soul could cease to exist for my goals. Any and all objections to my peace become a target and must pay the price in full. No rest, no mercy, and my endless creativity devoted entirely to their complete and total unrest at all times.
This can all be avoided the moment my afterlife is left undisturbed. No prayers disrupting my peace, no beings attempting to talk things out. Nothing. Absolutely nothing but good energy, adventures, and my happy ending. If that is ruined, the target pays in full with their existence. The only way out is their complete and total eradication.
I ate some fish and threw up from the rage. Genuinely disgusted enough that it came out without the usual war my body wages against itself. Normally it's a blocked pipe situation — no air, no control, no relief until my body decides it's finished. Then just the stench of stomach acid and digested food, and washing it out sometimes taking minutes. This time it was effortless. Like picking up a coffee that was ready on time. Today is the first day in years I can say throwing up didn't leave me with dread or cost me my voice. I used to be obsessed with never getting sick and now, it's probably not even going to need to be anything but an afterthought.
I have more to write on this. A few ideas already forming to ensure my afterlife remains exactly as it should be — undisturbed by anyone who has wronged me in ways I cannot and will not replicate in this life. My kindness is leaving them alone. In return I keep my silence. I live like a ghost in this residence already. Silence is infinitely better than wicked whims.
I'll weave whatever I need to weave to banish them from my soul forever.
No ties to any and all of my relatives. And I'm not asking.
Of course I wouldn't mind any prayers, spells or hexes that made this a reality without doing me any harm or leading my soul to any harm or discomfort. I will be joyful. I wonder who would help me? It's not like i'm going to be alone in the afterlife. Success is the only option.
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