I am at the Mall of Georgia right now and I feel weird/sad. It's Ostara, the beginning of spring, a wonderful Pagan holiday, and I'm depressed. I am not often depressed, but today it feels right. The Universe kind of told me to come over here, so I did. I always, always park on the right side of the mall, often by Dicks. I don't even know why except that most times I come here, it's to go to Sephora really quickly and Dicks is over there. Let me explain my current experience.
First, I pull up and decide to do something different today. I decide to park on the left side of the mall. Turning to the right side today just doesn't feel right. So I go to the left side and as I do, I realize I've never even been over there. Like, WTF. I've been coming to this mall since I was like 12. How could I possibly have just not come over to this side of the mall??? IDK. Seems weird, but I power through. I go alllll the way around, to the exact opposite side I usually enter on, and immediately notice a situation. It is, of course, nothing out of the ordinary or even illicit and nothing anyone else would notice or think was amiss.
It was basically a cluster of dogwood trees in an overflow parking area that had been cordoned off. Whatever, right? Who cares, right? ME. First of all, dogwood trees are an immediate red flag, for several reasons. One, they smell terrible and everyone knows. Two, wood and trees are inherently phallic and masculine, right? Ok, well, you throw in a dog, which is sort of the carnal, basic representation of masculinity, and it's just too much man, for my taste. So I immediately notice this too-many-to-be-unintentional grove of dogwood trees.
Now these trees are growing amidst this half-paved, half-grass overflow parking area, that for some reason, has been shut off: there are like ropes blocking it off. Now, this is weird in the first place because sometimes this place gets hoppin'. Especially on the weekends when these country suburbanites want to feel like the "work" they did all week was worth it, so they flock to the nearest mall where they buy shit they don't need with money from jobs they hate. Anyway, the point is: it's weird that this totally useful, totally good land is not being used. Also, let's talk about grass for a moment, please.
Apparently grass originated from some people (probably men) just flexin'; bein' like "Lookie here, I'm so rich, I ain't even gotta grow food on my land. I can just have decorative plant shit". So yeah, any type of grass is bullshit anywhere, PS. I actually get suspicious of grass: too much, too green (especially unseasonably green) and I narrow my eyes. One time, I walked this Muslim guy through an existential crisis in the parking lot of some wedding store Vows & Veils after the Arab fest. I went by there the other day, and the grass all around where we sat for hours, talking through his needing to reach out to Allah and tell his kids that it was his wife who had ruined their marriage, it was all dead. Like in a perfect radius around where we sat, just brittle, brown, dead grass. Made me proud. :)
ANYWAY, these dogwood trees, this grass, this disuse, all spoke to me of problems. Plus it was on the left (feminine) side of the mall, dogwood blooms start pink and then turn to white (the colors of the prostitute), and some fool was clearly watching over this whole situation. Now, this is not uncommon with deep, dark sex slave magic, which this was. There are often men, usually just one in instances like this, that are stationed to stand guard over the magic and ring some alarm bell if it's disturbed. I know this guy was watching over this because he was parked far from the mall, completely apart from any other cars, facing away from the mall and towards the shitshow, sitting in his car, at like 11 am on a Wednesday. Most people wouldn't notice, wouldn't care, and wouldn't think anything of this. Well I've seen shit like this too many times to not notice. So I noticed. And I super know this was the deal, because as soon as I got out of my car and crossed into the aforementioned area, he lit up his car and drove by me, staring just as hard at me as I was at him. Fool.
Anyway, let me describe what was over in this area, because it was so typical of sex trafficking magic. First of all these sort of abandoned, bad magic places often have the same elements: a shitty, lone chair, a fucked up shopping cart, and rotting branches or trees or just bogus wood in some form. Ok, symbolism: the chair. So a chair, as something that receives, is feminine. It sort of serves you, it supports you, keeps you from sitting on the ground, right? Those are feminine functions. That's woman energy. So the chair is alone because these women and how you see them, in some dingy, dilapidated room, waiting for you to rape them, are alone. It's outside and weathered and rusting and rotting and just all fucked up because that's how the kids/people are who are being trafficked. They're just out there, no one caring for them, at the whim of the elements and any ass that wants to sit on them. It's sick and sad and I hate it. So every single, sad chair I see out there being used for bad sex magic like that, I tip it over. And this is what I did to this chair, too, because this certainly was one.
Other shit: trees parts. Ok so this is easy: we already established wood is phallic so a bunch of tree parts, like branches, are just a collection of dicks. These piles of useless, congregated, phalluses are everywhere and it makes me mad. They basically represent the unrepresented, sad, congregated John's, who, btw, are victims too. Like, one time, last Pride, I noticed these errant piles of branches everywhere. They made me mad because I knew someone was "working" on the gay men's energy there. Basically a big, disorganized, ugly, rotting pile of branches is no good to anyone. Most times you can't even burn it because it's all soggy and dumb. Anyway, I came upon one of these piles of useless dicks and looked daggers at it. Some girl called out to me and was like "Hey, I see you looking angrily at that pile of branches. What gives?" So I sat down and told her. She ended up telling me that she hadn't noticed my facial expression when I looked at the pile, but had instead felt my emotion. She had felt that I got all mad at this collection of dead branches on the ground and wondered why. So, yeah, a pile of dead branches isn't just nothing: someone put it there. Someone went around and collected those branches and built that pile, more than likely for nefarious purposes; because there aren't usually piles of dead branches hanging around the park where we have Pride and there's no reason there should have been then.
Anyway, yeah, there was a whole slew of dead branches running down one of the "aisles" in this cordoned off parking lot at the Mall of Georgia. In it was also a ton of bad magic like a big, blue, plastic bucket I "rescued" that represented a large vagina, as blue is feminine and anything that receives or is hollow or cup-like is vaginal. It's a whole thing, and very common to find plastic containers "abandoned" in very prominent places within sex-slave magic sites. There was also some rusting, abandoned fire pit thing, a deep fryer turned upside down with two fry baskets sitting on top lined up perfectly and at right angles, and too many perfectly placed bottle caps without their bottles around to be "coincidence".
Ok, so the shopping cart. It was red and had been thrown down some thorny hill into a riverbank area. Let's discuss. First of all, the symbolism: a shopping cart is entirely ubiquitous, right? Them shits are everywhere. Everywhere, and everyone uses them, so no one looks twice at an abandoned one, right? Plus, yeah, homeless people use them all the time, so who cares about one on the side of the highway, right? Except homeless people aren't all insane, most aren't, and none of them do "extra" work, like bring a Target shopping cart all the way over to the mall, just to push it down the side of a hill into a ravine. I mean, first of all, they need that shopping cart. They're not going to abandon it. And even if they can just get another one, I've found that homeless people are rather territorial and feel very proprietary toward their few personal possessions. So It's unlikely that this deed was done by a homeless person; which begs the question: who did do it, and why? The problem here is that this is such a non-problem in such a remote area that is already warding off interlopers like me with built-in magic, that no one is begging to ask that question.
That's the thing about magic, especially dark magic done by the establishment: it's so, so, so, crazy, crazy, crazy, easy to hide. Because everything is magical. EVERYTHING. I once went to the Jimmy Carter Presidential Center here in Atlanta, and I happened to notice a million things, but one was a tiny piece of string tied around a very importantly-placed tree. Who cares, right? Fucking me, bro. First of all, string magic is huge, major, big-time magic. You can stop a man in his tracks by tying the right kind of knot in a certain type of string if you, you know, believe you can and are looking at him and intending that and have string and know the knot and are there and all that. So the fact that a single string can lay waste to a situation, should tell you that you can do magic with anything, anywhere, anytime. Like, I laugh when people tell me I can't come inside some certain building anymore, which super happens, btw. Because I don't need to go into your fucking precious building to "work" on the energy in there. First of all, I could take a leaf form the ground on the property and burn it, or wrap it in ribbon, or draw a symbol on it, and they would be completely at my mercy. Or I could just print out a picture of the building and do whatever I wanted to it. Because really, I don't even need to enter the place, I can do so, so much on the outside to affect the whole area. If I just tear off said leaf, or bend a branch, or pull up a weed, with intention, it'll do the trick. There's no need to break laws with magical activism. You can always, always, work within the law.
So, the point it, you can do magic with nothing and everything, and make it look like who-cares-whatever trash, or "art", or just another corporate event at some church, or mall, or whatever whatever. Taylor Swift's outfits, stages, and song lyrics are all magically coding bullshit meant to make white, Millenial women buy, buy, buy her shit and idolize, idolize, idolize her. Buy her cds, concert tickets, underpants, whatever. Seek to look like, sing like, be like her, to the detriment of their bank accounts and sex lives, btw. Technically, everything is magic; picking your nose is magic, that bee over there taking pollen from that flower is magic, the lighting at your mom's house is magic. It's all magic. That's why it's so, so, so, crazy, crazy, crazy easy to hide that shit. That's why just the arrangement of trees on a property "says" something, is "coding" the reality in that space. I know it sounds nuts, but you think God and the devil just hang out, and chill, and watch tv, or whatever? Nah, bro, they working on it ALL. And let me tell you, this is mostly the devil's world, and, yes, he is in the details. He's in the fact that the lights in this godforsaken mall have a complete, six-petal flower on the right, and an incomplete, four-petal flower on the left. Every single light in this bitch is magically coding for complete, male sexuality and incomplete, female sexuality, with a side of subservient homemaking for those ladies just walking unsuspectingly around in there, looking for underpants or whatever (see my numerology post). It's a fallen world we live in, folks. :(
So, after I did what I could for the bad magic piled into that parking lot, I went inside the mall. There are several stories here I want to talk about. One: America is getting uglier and much less formal. Now I don't mean people's faces or whatever are degrading. No. What I mean is that people no longer fucking get dressed anymore. The younger generations are just not putting on proper clothes in the mornings. It's sad. It's a waste. It's a bit despicable. They're all wearing sweatpants and leggings and hoodies and crocs, which are a straight-up abomination, both in terms of style and symbolism. I mean, plastic, foamy shoes with holes in them? MY GOD. It's insane. It's criminal. It's lousy. And it makes me yearn for the good ole days when people got shit tailored and things were made to last. While I kinda think these kids are out her rebelling against the very nature of appearance (since it has been so commodified by the internet) by dressing shlubby, I can't help but want to scream at them: DON'T Y'ALL KNOW YOU ARE YOUNG?! DON'T YOU KNOW THIS IS THE BEST YOU ARE EVER GOING TO LOOK?! DON'T YOU KNOW IT'S ALL DOWNHILL FROM HERE?! I mean, no, they don't, because youth is, indeed, wasted on the young. But it's like, don't you want to look the best while you look your best? Don't you want to go strapless and wear short skirts while your tits are still firm and your legs cellulite-less?? Ugh. It's so sad, because now, I get happy when I see older people, because at least they're wearing fucking jeans. At least the older generation still has some self-respect. If someone's wearing a blazer or a suit now, I freak out. If a girl is wearing a dress and heels, I die. It's pathetic and totally, totally avoidable. Just, you know, GET DRESSED, YOUNG PEOPLE (and everyone, really).
Another story I want to talk about: there appear to people in here that are working out, walking in circles around the mall, on a perfectly good, spring day. WTF people. Why aren't you at a park? Why aren't you enjoying the sunshine, the fresh air, the new flowers? For Christ's sake, winter just ended! Don't you want to be outside?! Is the fucking lighting in the fucking mall better than the fucking sun??!! Is this stale, sad air inside here better than God's air, than the air of nature??!! I think not. It is insane to me that these people are waking in circles inside a mall for exercise. One lady was all dressed up in fancy work out gear, with a full face of make up, too. Like, what the ever-loving fuck? WHAT THE FUCK, people?! I just don't get it... Many of these types seem to be stroller-bearing moms, too. And they all on the phone. I noticed some Hispanic woman walking her baby around, yammering on her cell phone in Spanish, pushing it's stroller. Which is fine. But then two seconds later, another woman, this one a black lady, was doing the exact same thing. Which is fine? IDK. THEN, some young Asian-seeming man walked by, pushing a stroller, but he wasn't talking on a phone. Which is fine?? IDK, it's just like, go outside. It's better. Don't walk inside when you can walk outside. Please.
Also, what the FUCK happened to color? Everything is so flat and bland and colorless these days. Or at least there's no in-between anymore. Either someone or some store is rocking like rhinestones and neons and florid paisleys or they're all greys and neutrals and whites. Some young girls, in their fucking prime, just walked by, all in goddam leggings and hoodies (school??) and they were all wearing super neutral blacks, whites and greys. It's tragic. Ugh. Some dude is pulling some cart full of boxes right over there, looking at his cell phone as he does so, wearing a black sweatshirt and pants that say KING. Ugh. Would a King wear head-to-toe sweats, or all black, or be head-first in his phone at work, or even be working at all??? I don't think so! What is wrong with this world?!!!
Ok, and none of this is to mention what I did yesterday. GOD. I felt the same Universal pull to go to the mall, but I didn't super make it. Instead I went down this road adjacent and across from the mall I'd never been down. It was quite the experience. For one thing, there was this giant water filtration plant scene thing that was so far back down its road, I wondered if I'd ever get there, which, btw, is a red flag. Why you gotta be so far away, you creepy fucks?? Wtf you doin' with our water way back there, huh? I didn't super know even by the time I left, but I saw some other shit. The first things that comes to mind is that there was some sort of color coding going on. I saw this whole pipe gauge system shit painted in bright ass florid pink, way back, behind some shit, where no one goes or sees.
Now, we all know (if you read my blog one bit), that pink is the prostitute color. So, like, what function did all this pink tubing shit serve? What part of the water filtration/providing process was pink required for whatever needs to be done for us to safely drink that shit? Hmmmmmmmmm? Anyway, that was the most energetically egregious thing I saw. Most of the rest of the shit seemed to just be unhappy workers, flowerbeds covered in mesh, and bad smells. But overall, it could have been worse? I don't really know. I'm just glad no boys in blue were called, although I didn't feel that I was trespassing as it was all government property and as a citizen, I feel I have the right to just look at our water plants or whatever. There was a bit of a buzz with my driving around, some weird white guys in trucks oogling me, but no one bothered me and I just dropped some frankincense oil in a few choice places and got the fuck outta that semi-smelly place.
But my overall point is:
WHAT THE FUCK
IS GOIN' ON AT
THE MALL OF GA???
