My therapist has been suggesting that I put myself out there online, posting about seeking new friends. I was planning on a post yesterday, but I first did a quick gratitude ritual with an offering of a piece of fruit and some candy on my altar and I lit a pink candle, and also a white one. I said a little thank you to my guides and the universe, and then went about making the post.
I posted on Threads, seeking like minded folks into spirituality, witchy practices, art, cooking, photography, etc. I kept my expectations low, because typically, I don’t get a lot of replies on posts. But something magical happened yesterday, and I am not sure how to explain it, but the post EXPLODED.
I received SO many responses and friend requests that I was overwhelmed. I spent the day responding and following people back, in between working on listing drafts on the reselling platforms. I had to turn my phone over at one point, and silence notifications in order to get anything done.
I managed to get 12 listings photographed, and posted it all up. Then I turned my phone over and OMG.
By the time Rick got home, I had over 100 new followers, and had meaningful conversations with quite a few like minded women, and even one guy. There are tentative plans with a few, and concrete plans for this Saturday with two women. Rick and I will be going to two different maker’s markets to meet people. One is a Valentine’s witch’s market, and the other is at an ANIMAL SANCTUARY! I am so excited.
My new followers list is jammed full of witches, psychics, paranormal investigators, musicians, tv and movie producers, screenwriters, animal communicators, special effects make up artists, and authors.
My favorites of the group are a woman whose job is SCREAMING for horror movies, and the other is a creepy doll maker I have followed on various platforms for over fifteen years, and I happen to own one of her paintings. I fangirled a little when I saw her follow and comment.
There was one dark aspect to Threads yesterday, and I am going to type it out here, and then let it go, because it’s heavy any way you slice it, and I cannot lose momentum by buying into whatever the fuck is going on with this person.
Last week, I encountered a woman who SAID she was a volunteer medic who saw Alex Pretti get murdered, only to return to find that her bff, homeless advocate, Ms. Shirley had died. She had posted NUMEROUS suicidal messages and people rallied behind her.
Hundreds of us spent days trying to help her, but watched as she continued to spiral and post unhinged things. But we “saved her”.
Then I found her Instagram…
There were stories she posted bragging about how her posts were getting over a MILLION VIEWS. In between bragging about her newfound social media popularity, she continued to post the most deranged and violent things.
I took screenshots of the bragging, and put it to the back of my brain.
I told Rick about it all and we agreed that she was doing this for attention. There are too many holes in her story, and I don’t actually believe she was ever in Minneapolis at all.
Yesterday, the suicidal posts started again. Then suddenly a post stating, “Nikki is in ER, post OD. I don’t know anything yet.”
People responded, “Who are YOU? Why are you posting from Nikki’s phone and account?”
The person claims they are Nikki’s mother. Then a BARRAGE of rapid fire single posts:
“She’s on life support.”
“She has brain damage.”
“Please don’t take my daughter.”
“She’s dying”.
ALL WITHIN HALF AN HOUR OF GETTING TO THE ER.
I had questions/concerns. (I did not actually post these, I just thought about it all)
1. Why would someone’s mom think to go directly to their daughter’s Threads account and post play by play commentary of a very private matter?
2. “MOM” seemed to word things and use the same punctuation as Nikki. She claimed she “didn’t know how to use this app” but seemed to master the art of using emojis and whatnot real quick.
3. When replies were slow, they upped the ante. “SHE’S DYING!”
4. When I look at the timing of the posts from Nikki and her “mom”, things don’t add up. Nikki posted at 10 a.m. Expletive riddled rants about her cunt neighbor and calling the cops on her. Then an hour later, her “mom” is posting about ER/OD/BRAIN DAMAGE/NEAR DEATH. I’m sorry, but unless Nikki lived across the street from the hospital, there is NO WAY that allllllll of that happened in a one hour time span.
I have seen enough reality tv about emergency rooms, and have been in quite a few myself, and it is simply not possible for all of that to have happened in a one hour time span. They would not have been able to diagnose BRAIN DAMAGE within minutes of arrival, and delivered the news to her “mom”. I believe things would be more carefully figured out.
But here comes the engagement! HUNDREDS of likes and comments from people like me who have been brought into this mess. Concerned and anxious for this girl.
I started really digging and I noticed all the patterns. I told Rick what I had found and he said, “Time to walk away, sweetie. She’s deceiving people for attention and is playing on people’s emotions. You wanted to help, but she’s too broken, and it’s time for you to block her.” I agreed.
I thought about messaging my concerns to another woman I had been talking to, who also got caught up in the circus. But my soul told me to block and move on.
But if it is genuine, it sucks, and if it’s not, it still sucks. No good can come of the situation.
So my posting it here allows me a little catharsis, and I can let my mind move on. I just don’t understand. I hope Nikki gets some help. And if she really did od, I hope she lived and can get some help.
I have a therapy appointment at 10:30, and I largely want to focus on allllllll the good stuff that has happened since Imbolc two nights ago. The spring equinox has arrived, and there are a large number of people that are noticing a positive shift. There’s HOPE. The dominoes are falling. Trump’s house of cards is SO CLOSE to toppling, and I am just looking forward to the Big Beautiful Obituary.
But in the meantime, I am going to concentrate on my own path of healing, my reselling, and finishing the cookbook for Zoe’s Valentine’s Day care package.
I hope you’re all staying warm, and thinking positively. The world is waking up…
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