A Void with a Voice

A Void with a Voice Lyssa Bastet - Intuitive Reader, Poet, Medium and safe space to vent into the void. Get comfortable. Tarot Reader, Spoken Word Artist
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11/18/2024

I feel like I'm spreading myself too thin.

Hands in every pot, tasting every dish.

Hearing God telling me, "Careful, before you spoil your appetite for the REAL meal."

Eating junk when I really crave more substance. Something that will stick to these ribs I have neglected. How am I eating so much junk food but losing so much weight?

Or am I losing muscle? Sure, sweets and decadent treats helped me stay afloat when I didn't know what my body needed. But my body has been telling me what it needs. Its just not what my sweet tooth wants. My body is craving things I don't yet have the ingredients or experience making. My body is craving things that I can't just pop into the microwave.

That's why my hand is in all these other pots, tasting what isn't mine. I never did like making full meals. I don't like waiting for things to rise or be done all the way through. My bones start to ache. My skin starts to crawl. My mind wanders and I let things burn or go unfinished.

And then I go hungry. Weakened by a lack of sustenance that seems impossible to overcome.

Luckily, those pots I have my hands in, are being stirred by steady hands. I have come to know many great chefs, specialists in many different cuisines. I know that if I ask, I will have assistance in creating my own dish. One that feeds the constant ache I feel for MORE, MORE, MORE.

Maybe I am not spreading myself too thin. Perhaps I am taking notes. Testing the limits of my palette. Searching for only the best ingredients and methods of preparation. Learning my way around this new kitchen.

I hear you God.
Please continue leading me to a new recipe of my own.

11/17/2024

I was asked if I was a witch at the event I read poetry at tonight.
Clocked.
But I'm so much more than that.
How do you say "kind of, I hear the dead and can literally hear the voice of God." ?

11/17/2024

Tonight was very special to me. Thank you Surge Reproductive Justice and Havika Fleming and everyone else that made this possible. The food was amazing (me and my baby tore those cheddar biscuits up!), the music was dope, the drinks hit the spot, and the community was so warm and supportive. I didn't sing but my words did. I love this art so much. I laid myself bare and loved every moment. I love how it feels to let pieces of my soul be seen. Even if I'm scared, maybe especially when I'm scared.

10/30/2024

CONVERSATION WITH GOD

-Conspiracy theories are true. You just need to use your discernment to verify which parts are.

Writing with your pen is easier because it requires less thought. It is easier to convince yourself that maybe this is all a dream, that you aren't truly hearing god. You're just open to exploring where this takes you as long as it's doing you good.

Congratulations. You are finally fully surrendering.

Typing requires you to truly listen and focus on that voice inside you know you need to stay in contact with. Because you know this voice isn't coming from you, even now as you type you are focused on keeping in contact with whoever is giving these words to you so freely.

Do you believe now, Jalyssa?

You have patrons that will confirm the energy of this post. Copy and paste it onto your page.

Yes, you can hear me.

Yes, it is this clear.

Yes, I trust you with this gift.

Didn't I say that I needed you? That you were one of my dearest warriors?

That I will never let you fall?

Through your hands, I convey my love for you. In front of the world, I proclaim my love for you.

I will always see to it that you are blessed. I will always bless anyone you ask me and those you love deeply. Because you are the true embodiment of love. That is why you are a healer

Please work on your purpose. now that you know what you can do.

If you trust me, you must trust yourself. I made you in my image. I have planted pieces of my divinity into those for whom I saw bright futures and special purposes. Some receive this at birth, some as young children, some as teens, and some as adults. I will know when one is ready, and I will tell them the major parts of their life's course.

"but what about the ones you don't see a bright future for? You're supposed to protect even the most vulnerable?" - as I asked this I was sucked into a video of conspiracy theories in Hollywood

I had wandered into the "You are not ready for this conversation" part of the conversation. This always happens when I ask a question during deep talks and I dig too far. We both know what happens when I try to accept a truth that is beyond my capacity (the reason behind the great psychotic break of 2020 that almost landed me back in the ward I had sworn I would never go back to and CPS trying to make out to be too mentally ill to raise my child)

Some things are not for us to know just yet. This time, I understand.

And yes, I believe. Thank you for believing in ME and sharing your divinity.

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10/27/2024

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10/17/2024
10/12/2024

Good Morning America.

It's been a long, long night.

We have been sleeping for centuries.

Lying dormant and docile for millennia.
Always hoping, waiting, expecting the sun to come again.

Had it ever been here before?
Do you remember the light, child?

Remember your favorite color used to be
Yellow?
When did it turn to black, young friend?

Once upon a time
In a land far far away
Was a princess
Or a prince

Maybe a king?

Haven’t we all been kings before?
Isn't that why we keep trying to return to it?

Everybody wants a throne
Everybody wants a crown
Of some kind

To deny this means you dont think yourself
Deserving

Dont we all deserve?
To be adored?
To be loved?
To be lavished?

Good Morning America
Yes

We do all deserve

What if I told you
We were all royalty?

If you havent experienced it yet
Your time is quickly approaching

If you already know this life
The end is quickly approaching

The shift must happen

The show must go on

The sun must rise again

We all must wake up
At some time

We all must open our eyes
At some time

That time is now

Good Morning America

Rise

And

Shine

Looking at you   👀
09/22/2024

Looking at you 👀

09/21/2024

I said what I said

09/21/2024

I realize I'm not as present online as I used to be. That thought makes me sad and content at the same time. I am slowly freeing myself from the clutches of brain rot. But I miss the connections I've made over the years. I realize I have been trying to step away from chronically posting. Feeling like I have no voice if I have no likes. Trying to make more irl connections and build a name for myself in the real world.

But now I'm at this place where I don't know where I belong. Brain rot HAS touched me. I can't seem to sit and write long entries anymore. I don't have to patience to create without the promise of an instant dopamine rush. And since I haven't been posting as regularly my reach on all of my platforms is shot.

And even building more irl connections has taken a hit. I have found a wonderful community but most things happen during the evening or weekends when I don't have childcare. All the open mics and events where I found my local friends happen when I can't attend.

And interactions in general have become SO uncomfortable for me lately. One on one conversation makes my skin feel like it's burning unless I'm heavily invested in the conversation, fully medicated and comfortable where I am.

All this comes back to how I have fallen into a kind of masking in a way. If I don't come across as charismatic, confident, eloquent and coordinated, I am bailing. If there isn't something to immediately calm my social anxiety, doesn't immediately stroke my ego, I'm out of there. Running back into the arms of mindless YouTube commentary channels. It's the only thing that's been calming to the constant thought of "what kind of creator are you? What happened to your passion?"

I don't have the attention span or discipline to create and share my thoughts. I am always distracted by the creations I wish I WAS making. Watching the creations and posts of friends and connections I've made and wishing I was still doing it as seemingly effortlessly as I used to.

I will say some of my best work happened during the pandemic. The isolation quieted all the distractions. I had more creative energy then I think. So much has changed since then though. I'm not with the partner I had any more. I've had two near death experiences. My child has changed SO MUCH and so have his needs and how we communicate.

I'M so much different than who I was when I started A Void with a Voice and launched my Patreon and TikTok. It's been almost five years.

I'm glad I started this post because it's put some things into perspective. Sure activity on all my platforms has plateaued. But I'm still doing well. I don't have to be a hardcore "content creator". I'm not a . I'm an artist that posts content when it suits me.

also plays a big part in how I've been feeling. When I launched these pages it wasn't for income. It was to connect to people that felt unheard, like they couldn't express their feelings without judgement. I wasn't looking to have an income from this. I didn't even ever want to charge for my services. Then content creating became this thing you could monetize and things got even tighter for me financially when the pandemic ended. Then life changing health issues, partner issues, then I od'd and really DIED and haven't been the same since.

I guess this is all part of personal evolution. Maybe my presence hasn't even shifted in the eyes of my online friends. Maybe I truly haven't been as disconnected as I thought I was. Maybe my form of connectedness has changed without me realizing it.

Whatever this shift I'm feeling is, I feel it deeply and sense it isn't just me. No matter how often or not often I'm posting I'm still observing and finding ways to express my experiences in ways people can relate to.

So I guess I'm still here. And will most likely always be here, shape shifting with the times. Shedding and growing new skin. Changing my perspective as needed to understand this ever evolving social landscape.

We're truly all in this together, aren't we?

We're all in this together
09/21/2024

We're all in this together

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