I am putting this in Hybrids because it really deals with inter-species relationships. Well, all non-human kin really. When you were awakening was there ever a time when you backed off from what was happening to you for some reason? If so if you are willing to say so, what was that reason?
I am about to get dead serious with you all, and honest. I know people have been begging others to talk about this kind of stuff, and right now I am feeling quite bold, so please bear with me.
I supressed mine for a full decade and a half. The first time I stepped into the astral was incredibly scary for me, and accompanied with a very frightening vision. Nobody around me could explain what was going on, not even my magck using friends other than to say that I was destined to be a very powerful person. They literally couldn't help me, and had no idea what to do about it. Besides what I do is outside of the knowledge of practiced magick. I say, and this is true, I am not a witch. I never have been. Witches have to rely on potions and powders, incantations and illusions, but not so much with me.
I knew that I could not talk to the clergy either or be mistaken for being demon possesssed. The wouldn't like to hear about my gifts or the gifts of my family. my parents have long ago mostly given up on any gifts they had except for very minor and innocuous ones like aural sight, and were already mostly convinced that here was something strange about me.. I couldn't talk to anyone about it. Worse, I came to the conclusion that I would be denied grace for these things, that if I was to be denied humanity, I was not to be extended the grace that comes as a privelidge.
But fifteen years of supression took its toll on my body and mind. I made myself wilfully naiive, I became withdrawn and soft spoken, afraid of the world, depressed, and I began to make myself ill. I stopped meditating and fasting, content to hide my spiritual needs in material pleasurees. I sufferd hard, and tried so hard to be normal. . .
but it did not work. I began acting as a vampire, psi feeding, at first instintually, and then with intent. I literally began this draw to keep up my prison. It bcame a necessity bnecause of the toll it was exacting upon my own native forces. I slowly saw the draining away of my strength and my gifts, a faltering of powers that I had naturally from childhood.
So, I could take no more. I realized that i would never succeed in being mundane. in the end it brought me to the bronze vault doors in my mid that i had used to deal with myself years before. It took a lot of energy. I mean a lot of energy. I said this in another post but here I can elaborate. Finally, after preparations to do this and a full night in meditation I got those doors cracked open. these were huge things in my mind, on the scale of,oh, like the gates to a giant's burial vault. Bronze darkened and cold. I am not comfortable saying what I found on the other side. Suffice it to say that my nature was dying, buried and suffocating there under layers of spiritual detritus stacked like layers of peat in a bog.
I knew that my choices were grim. I was forced to either accept my full self, or face living spiritually half alive for the rest of my life. I knew also that the rest of my half life would be short if I chose that path, powerless, defenseless, but finally mostly mundane. the problem I knew well was that in the first part, since I was already well into the side of the preternatural, I would not be left well alone. On the second, I would not ever erase my memories of having the gifts that were part of my birthright and my soulright. Third, I was not sure that I would be able to exist as half a person. I would have gaping spiritual holes that were only going to require more and more energy to repair or patch, and likely, raher than mundane I would have had to commit myself to being a true vampire. That was unapealling to me because I would not be gaining powers or becoming stronger as a vampire, I would only be sustaining my existence whiile I slowly rotted away, spiritually speaking.
So I chose to undo the supressions and blocks in my mind. The first week was the worst. I ran a high fever, sweats, It was like having the flu combined with PMDD. Everything hurt. Even my hair follicles hurt. I was irritable, and I varied between being unable to eat and being ravenously hungry for food, prana, blood, just anything!. And i was weak all day and so aware of everryihing that i could not sleep at night. This was a full week before my body settled down after that initiall opening. But it will no longer close, that bronze door. I jammed it open, began draining the wound, began working on aligning my fucked up chackras for once in a very long time. Actually, got out to the level where I could actually work them back.
And I am glad to say that I am feeling better for it. Anyways. Testimonial over.