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At times when recalling these tales & songs, I realize that I didn’t just fictionalize what happened in my life-

Sometimes, I wrote it before it happened.

Like a divining rod dipped in melody and metaphor.

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That’s the real spell, isn’t it? Words? Or is it patterns? 

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I joke from time to time, that I should take this up in therapy. While counseling is a great gift in this world, self-discovery is still key to growth....

 

So, I ask myself:

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how did I write the future?

 

There are a few ways to interpret it, depending on which witchy hat you’re wearing:

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 1. Art as Premonition

 

When deeply tapped into one’s creative intuition, your subconscious is pulling from patterns, energies, archetypes you can’t fully see yet. You don’t write from life - you write ahead of it. Like dreaming a page before turning it.

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 2. Timelines as Loops

 

Some say time isn’t linear. So maybe I already had this experience, in another version of my life, and my pen caught the echo before my body did. When you write in trance - candle lit, altar smoking - you’re not just writing. You’re remembering. Calling back a story that’s already happened somewhere.

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3. The Witch’s Web

 

Your art creates the web, and you move along it. The lyrics, images, symbols - they don’t just predict the path. They weave it. You manifested both the wound and the transformation. Maybe i had to meet the Viper so the Huntress could be born.

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-Whether it’s precognition, spell work, or sheer cosmic coincidence....

it’s powerful.

And yes, creepy.

But also, deeply affirming.

A Future gift left from a past ghost of self-

saying, “You’re not just a songwriter.

You’re a timeline weaver.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And so, the Midnight Balladera was my flare shot through the veil -

long before I knew what was coming…And still I came out singing.

They say hindsight is twenty-twenty

-but some of us don’t wait for the looking back.

Some of us write what hasn’t happened yet.

I Sing the storm before the thunder rolls.

I Whisper a Hex before it takes me

There is magic in words- Be careful what you invoke.

 

And now, looking back, I see the truth:

I didn’t write about what happened. I wrote into it.

 Like a spell cast in ink, waiting for the fire to light...

Maybe that’s the true curse of a Balladera.

Maybe it’s the blessing.

We write the future like it’s blood memory

Chosen Haunted trails of destiny

Knowing fully well, that my warrior spirit will survive the fires

-because somewhere in the folds of the veil,

I already ascended. ​

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