BrookeBasketcase

Not because I am a Basketcase; because if you argue with me you won’t have a leg to stand on.

I am the Omnipotent being of this domain, I am the sole creator of all the content presented to you. Yes, I wrote it. Yes it is knowledge I’ve acquired which has gone through the wringer in my mind a thousand times just to end up here for your viewing pleasure. My pronouns are “Goddess” “Your righteousness” or simply “wretch”. Whatever you see fit.

All jokes aside (yes, that was a joke). I’ve been studying occult and esoteric practices for well over 10 years now. Everything rooted in the desire to learn divination. In studying it I found, oddly enough— I already knew most of the fundamental content of the each practice.

How? I have no clue. I just knew it. Growing up my dad remarried a woman who was in a coven lead by a notorious witch in Salem Massachusetts. Though she always discouraged me from delving into magic for no reason other than “You can’t even focus long enough to meditate”. I will never forget those words. While her daughter scribbled in a leather bound book titled “The Book of Shadows” as if it were an elementary drawing pad.

So I never picked anything up back then. Though I didn’t necessarily avoid the subject, I didn’t step into the wheel house until my life fell apart one year in 2016, for the third time. In the same sequence of uncanny events which completely leveled my life. I picked up a book on astrology to try and make sense of everything and I simply knew the fundamentals of the elements, their meaning, and several other important facets of esoteric practices.

Despite being baptized as a catholic, I never attended church. Never believed in much of anything. In dire straits I’d do something like prayer— but as a friend once described, it was more like ‘fighting God’. Which entailed swearing at the sky like a sailor in a series of “What the fuck!?” and “This is bullshit!”

They said my mother walked among the angels

My Maternal side of the family is where I gained any ability whatsoever. Though, all of them catholic and not practicing any craft— they were all extremely powerful people. Not in influence, just simply in who they were. When my great Grandmother came over from Portugal, she was the first woman in my hometown to own a sports car she purchased herself. My grandmother paved the way for disabled rights when her son was born with Trisomy 21 (Down syndrome). Due to a total lack of Acknowledgement towards the disabled she helped established one of the first recognizable aide programs at the time.

Not to mention, every single one of these women were absolute kitchen witches.

My mother could taste any recipe and break it down to its bare ingredients and recreate it.

My Grandmother was a baker.

While i didn’t know much of my great grandmother, she birthed 13 children. Half of them in Portugal. She didn’t need to be a kitchen witch, clearly she was a material manifester.

A significant loss

At the age of 17 my Uncle passed from Down Syndrome. As a result my family started to regularly consult an Angel reader. This is the insight where my mother walking among the angels came from.

Without ever meeting me, this angel reader pegged me as spiritually gifted as well. While the term will make you roll your eyes, (because it makes me roll mine)— I was pegged as “Millenial Child” “Indigo Child” “Child of the light” what have you. Essentially, take that not as “I’m special haha” and more like “I inherited the family gifts”. So, that’s fun.

Ok enough about me, I just wanted to let you know I wasn’t entirely bullshit in my knowledge. Take care! I won’t tell you my exact gifts, I keep my cards close to my chest.