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L A V E N D U R R R

I share a name with a Danish/French actress – Anna Karina (see my featured image!) who, I think, was given her stage name by Coco Chanel. I used to think it was a little embarrassing to share a name with someone who was so flawlessly beautiful but I don’t feel like that anymore, it’s actually quite an honour. Anna Karina and Coco Chanel were friends. I was conceived in Paris too so.. thats kind of fun?
But when I was born – my mother said that on three occasions her God appeared to her in a dream and told her my name was AN-NA-KA-RI-NA.

My dad wanted to call me Fatimah. (Also see Hamsa) (Also see Hand of Miriam)

After the first dream – my mother told my very-very-very well read maternal grandmother, who was also in the hospital – and she and the Doctor that delivered me said “Anna Kar-ina? Surely you mean Anna Karen-ina” My ma was basically like, hell no – but she went back to sleep and asked her God to reiterate, and he did.. twice.

No one in my family had ever heard of the actress Anna Karina. But I do think Anna Karenina has it’s significance. This is my favourite page. (I stole this off a google search)

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I’ve written before, about how when I was little I stared a little too intensely at a dead kitten on a roof, was a little too fascinated by the beautiful morbidity of it’s blood congealing in the desert sun. Blood drops dry around the edges first. A medium, a vampire, some kind of eternal and ‘hollow’ vessel. I’m being poetic but my karma took me through some weird stuff. It’s okay – I picked this life – and this name – because I wanted to embody vengeance.

Don’t know if you know what the AKashic records are… but um. Our generation is being prepared to acknowledge the existence of a lot of things that we’ve been taught are ‘make believe’. Would you believe the Deus Ex Machina of a story like 1984 would be a being that could kill simply by falling asleep?

Ironically… spirituality and ‘magic’ as practices have slowly been destroyed by science. Religion was deemed fine – and not for the reasons you might like to think. If there is an inability to prove something it is believed to be impossible – but when people are in my vortex, very strange and inexplicable things start happening. It takes time. It requires me to be absolutely myself, which I’ve found difficult. Being a medium and not being able to “hear” or “see” spirit; means that you can be occupied by non-physical without really knowing… I’m trying to become more aware of it and myself.

I know that to most people the things I have to say are strange – but embarrassment is the residue of social – well, societal – conditioning; and it’s roots develop in a soil not unlike the most irrational kinds of fear. Fortunately I’ve had minimal socialisation throughout my life… I’ve been magnetically repelled by most people – and I’ve been fortunate enough to learn not to fear anything.
I mean, after being unacceptably dragged out of two homes, sexually molested by police men who knocked on my door and took me to a hospital where I was violently raped (can’t prove it because I was on so many sedatives.) I get a little uncomfortable about unannounced visitors who knock on my door – but I know that everything goes full circle… Karma is seven fold, friendssssss

P.S Life hack… If you ever get sectioned… DON’T TAKE THE SEDATIVES.


My first pair of cat ears were stolen from my sister – who did a performance at her secondary school. I saw them sitting on her bed and I was obsessed with them. But they were a little tacky/made of cardboard and string.

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Years later she would give me a pair of metal, spiked cat ears from Maison Michel. I wore them out and frightened – legit frightened – the village people of Farnham (I got sectioned not too long after.)

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This was back before “Anime” was a look/a meme/acceptable. Isn’t it strange how trends just creep up on you. Actually the people hacking me used anime to attract my attention. Years later it’ll be proven my guides were occupying them.

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There’s a video that’ll come out one day – of me dancing to

Infront of a heat-sensitive filter on my webcam – the metal on my headband inbetween the spikes bounced from colour to colour to colour (it was bizarre) and that’s why things that change colour are all the ~~rage now. Synesthete romance right?

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The human/cat hybrid thing is mine but I’m happy to share. One time on a thought journey I spoke to the kitten that died “VII” and it told me that if it were a person it would be Karl Lagerfeld… who designs hats for Maison Michel.

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These cat ears are from Accessorize. My Maison Michel ones were stolen by the nurses who took my things from me at Psychiatric Ward and never returned them.

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Forget that though – I’m such a diva rightttt

Oh oh, this song is fun. I was “meditating” about my favourite time traveller – the thirteenth soul – kind of looks like Trunks from Dragon Ball Z – s|he doesn’t exist on this planet yet because we still haven’t learned how to get through our karma so the entire planet consists of literally twelve souls. I incarnated to come take all yer pain, donate my body to Lucifer and give you some kind of good time before informing you that yes I am involved with the Illuminati and the reason you’re probably thinking about me is we’ve created an exchange of karmic debt. Illuminati hang outs are purely non physical. I can’t prove it.. sorry.. but if you think about me for long enough weird stuff’ll start happening. Can’t stop that, I’m afraid. Also – there is no one head of the Illuminati – because that actually changes by the minute.

But yeah – I exited the car (I meditate best when I’m in a car) and the moon was dancingggg. It’s on my facebook. You can find it, if I haven’t blocked you.