Consumiendo muchas drogas principalmente estimulantes de todo tipo primero entre en paranoia pensaba que todo el mundo se burlaba de mi que todos estaban en contra mía y hasta que enviaban gente a molestarme pero yo debía ser simpático amable y saber marcar limites pero de buena forma, me costo mucho lograrlo y un día comiendo varias pastillas de éxtasis con cocaína y lsd mas hongos, las…

As masters of our own reality, it is of supreme importance that us Witches learn to turn our fears into faith. Yes, our egos will try & make us paranoid about all kinds of things. Other people will try to bring to our attention everything that could go wrong. That is to be expected. But dismiss that train of thinking. Witches know that their outer reality is a reflection of their inner world. So... don’t give into the fears, instead embrace Pronoia, the belief that the whole Universe is conspiring in your favor. Expect good things to happen, expect life to go your way, expect the Universe to reward you, expect your spells to work, expect things to get better— and they will. The more we learn to live in the Certainty that God/the Universe, our ancestors, guides, angels... all have our backs & we are protected & it’s all unfolding as part of a larger plan for us - regardless of how things look on the surface sometimes, the more you’ll see your truest intentions + desires manifest in your world. 💓🌈✨

Paranoia says: You’re being watched. Pronoia says: You’re being wanted.

Paranoia tightens your chest— every silence a threat, every pause a test you’re failing. Pronoia tightens something else entirely: anticipation, breath, the delicious ache of waiting because you were told to.

Paranoia asks, What if you lose control? Pronoia answers, You already gave it— and look how gently it’s being used.

In paranoia, power is theft. In pronoia, power is a gift passed hand to hand, warm, deliberate, returned with interest.

A rule under paranoia is a cage. A rule under pronoia is a caress that lasts all day, a quiet reminder that your body is being considered even when untouched.

Paranoia flinches at restraint— What if you can’t escape? Pronoia melts into it— What if you don’t have to?

Here, surrender is not erasure but focus. The world narrows to tone, timing, consent. Your pulse learns a new language: wait, hold, now.

Paranoia says: They’ll take too much. Pronoia whispers back: They’ll stop exactly where you asked.

Even the edge— that trembling place between fear and desire— splits in two. Paranoia calls it danger. Pronoia calls it trust with teeth and a steady hand.

You are not trapped. You are contained. You are not small. You are chosen.