Saturday, 25 April 2026

"Ursula the Tardigrade" just sold!

Hooray - my first art sale of the year!

A person from the local goth scene bought "Ursula the Tardigrade"... this was another predicted sale, as I channeled from a guide that someone would want her.  That's 4 successful art sales predictions... the only prediction that hasn't manifested is the sale of "The Devil", which I downloaded is set to sell at some point.

The next art show is "Sexy Monsters" themed, so I decided to do a painting of a big breasted gryphon, to honour my last name, Griffin.  I haven't started yet, but I am thinking a smaller canvas, square, gold leaf the gryphon, mostly red and gold, give it the appearance of something from occult imagery, a coat of arms, or perhaps something medieval.  I still need to plot it.  I am also going to see if the curator will let me put my Whore of Babylon piece back in for a second round in the gallery, because she technically works within that theme.

My cough came back with a vengeance, so I finally went back to the walk-in clinic.  They gave me a prescription for Apo-Dexamethasone to fight inflammation that led to laryngitis, took one dose yesterday, supposed to follow up with a second dose in a couple of days if that dose doesn't work (it hasn't yet).  Failing that, I might have to see a specialist if this is ongoing.  This is not the worst flu I've ever had for symptoms, but it is the worst I've had for how long it's taken to get over a related cough.  It's driving me nuts!

My birthday is later this week, so I have some things planned... it just sucks that I am still feeling unwell.

-Saraƒin

Saturday, 18 April 2026

The effects of being psychiatrized too much...

Although it seems I have lost my voice due to my recent bout with a mystery virus (it's coming back slowly), I worry I have lost my voice in another way as well.  This is the result of putting out less than perfect bodies of work after being heavily psychiatrized by the local mental health care system, along with representation from the media and the court of public opinion, none of which fully understood certain details.  It means that whatever I put out about myself, medicated or not (and I am now a medication free person), it might not be taken seriously.  It's of real concern to me, as one who seeks to reinvent herself.

I often long to be in another life - perhaps a witch in Salem, a reader in New Orleans, anyone who has the respect of the master occultist not tainted by a psychiatric history that would be used against them.  My name has become a hodge-podge of ideas, inconsistent.  I find the idea of romanticizing mental illness sickening, and I am less interested in art by mentally ill people because of illness itself, moreso than I just take an interest in art for its own sake, appreciating an interesting character behind it.  At this point, with the behemoth of the internet only expanding, I can't imagine it getting better, only worse.  Rarely Google searching my own name, I fear the kind of ideas out there about me, I have tried to polish myself over the years as I conquered spiritual distress.  Again, I shy away from self-promotion, fearing hatred and vitriol, knowing the web is only growing ruder and angrier with time.

Experimenting with AI today, I noted it got me and Mad Pride Toronto history dead wrong.  It loosely described "Asylum Squad" as commentary about living with schizoaffective disorder, where in fact I cancelled that interpretation of me on file, the comic is satire about how flimsy psychiatric labeling can get.  It also suggested another local activist designed both the Mad Pride Toronto logo and the Cheshire Cat inspired Mad Pride flag, when I was the real designer.  It is disappointing to see how off this technology is about details like this, and yet we're expected to use it.

I'm not sure how much my writings resonate with anyone, I definitely have not caught on locally - traffic is higher overseas.  I know there is room for personal accounts of spiritual emergency, I just don't see Canadians as that fascinated by this subject matter in the media.  We seem to be moved easily by mental illness stories, but the soul is a mystery.

I still wrestle with feelings of not understanding love in some ways.  I aim to represent love in any form I can, but because I feel disrespected as I have been by psychiatry, I don't expect that love will provide.  I have trained myself to be more self sufficient with self-care in lieu of not getting what I needed from medicine.  The best I could get was removing certain interpretations from my file that were not literally describing my situation medically, but no deeper study has occurred to have a better understanding of the finer details of what is actually going on.  For that to happen, I would probably need to be made of money, and god knows I am not.

The good news is, with time, I am juggling my situation better and better, so I am learning to mask in this big city landscape, more and more.  My goal now is to age with grace, so as to know the respect I must earn from medicine, to be treated with dignity and respect when in a medical situation, like an ER room.  Elderly women often are treated poorly, so I must amp up all charms to be heard.  It's an ugly truth, but it's true for many.

Soon, I shall return to that CAMH outpatient clinic, to discuss my update with coming off Latuda.  I will report how well that goes on here.

-Saraƒin

Thursday, 16 April 2026

My use of the word "witch"...

I often use the term "witch" to describe myself, but let me be clear - I prefer to say "magician" usually, "witch" is just slang to me.  I hang out with a lot of self identified witches and pagans, among other groups (my main gang are mostly from Abrahamic traditions).  The reason I often say I'm a witch is because I feel I can get away with it.  Toronto, though not Salem, New Orleans or any city where magick is a popular subject matter, is pretty witch friendly, we even had WITCHfest North for a few years, a festival that celebrated the end of an archaic Canadian law that was designed to criminalize professional use of witchcraft.

Another reason is that I expect people will just call me a witch after a certain point anyway, women with interesting spiritual skills have often been accused of this throughout the times, so why not just own it?  I'm goth, I love Hallowe'en, so I'll roll with it.

What I really think I am (and I probably can't get away with this right now) is a shaman, or witch doctor.  I don't yet have that role in society to really call myself that, but what I did suffer was that archetypal spiritual crisis that arises when a shaman is called to initiate.  I became possessed by evil spirit, the old self was destroyed, I felt chewed up by maggots and cut into with the sensation of razor blades while tormented by psychological horror, I saw my power animal come forward, and it was Cobra.  A devil tormented me while angels cheered me on.  I had to heal myself by reintegrating, and shaping the new self.  In the end, after figuring out my medicines, I healed, and now I don't need Latuda anymore.

Unfortunately, if I were to go around claiming this at this point, I would eventually face some asshole who would want to chime in that I can't be a real shaman because I'm white, I don't come from a traditional society, I don't have the right lineage, or whatever reason they would use to try to discredit me, believing that in doing so, they are doing indigenous people a favour by "calling out" some random white chick who longs to discuss her experiences.  But real shamans have to get sick and solve it to be the real deal, one can't simply want to be a shaman, train in a school of shamanic studies, get a certificate, and then they're fit to practice.  You have to be royally fucked up by the spirit world, risk your life to save yourself, and learn your power that way, which is exactly what happened to me.  I don't yet have the role of the shaman in any sense in this society, so perhaps I'm still just a student, waiting for the next stage.  I believe anyone from any group can be a shaman, including caucasians in the west, but you must be called with the sickness, or you are a wannabe.

Schizotypal Personality Disorder was the brief insult I have to bear in mental health care when I asked for ECT, which is one of the most insulting things one could call a true shaman.  It feels like an attempt to discredit my experiences outright, rather than find any meaning in them, and I had to shut it down with reasoning by outlining that, at the very least, there were simply not enough symptoms there to call me this.  I am convinced that, on the world stage, Toronto is a bimbo for ideas related to consciousness, which is really disappointing for a city this multicultural, and therefore multi-faith too.  We should know better, we should do better, white supremacy could stand to learn from other groups for a field of medicine that seeks to treat the most spiritual vessel of them all = the human mind.

So, I will keep using the term "witch", along with terms like "magician" and definitely "mystic" (I know I am the real deal that way), I am not about to go around claiming I'm a shaman until it is proven to me as well.

-Saraƒin

Sunday, 12 April 2026

My voice is still fucked up...

Christ, I sound like Lori Petty if she was a Canada goose on crack - I should probably go back to the walk-in clinic and check it out.  This has been going on for just under a month.  No karaoke for me for a while, I guess - I'm worried I won't get my voice back completely!  I never had the most beautiful singing or speaking voice, but I don't need this shit.  (I might call my pharmacist first, see what he thinks.)

Something really interesting happened with consciousness the other day, it's like a significant level of awareness was reached in the higher chakras.  Something stepped forward in me, and now I feel even more integrated as my true self.  My personality is more interesting when I socialize, problems seem less stressful, and I don't worry as much.  The tarot suggested I am no longer the Queen of Cups as a persona, but an integrated Queen of Swords, and will now show her to the world.

Fire Horse is known by the Chinese as a potentially difficult year, but things seem to be on the right track for me, apart from problems I have had in my unit.  I am now less stressed about these problems.  Looking back, the struggle with the entity and with transformative psychology was worth it for what it brought me with personal strength and wisdom about confronting certain issues.  But I'd be lying if I didn't admit I never want to endure such hell again.

Getting rid of that fucking entity felt like this:


-Saraƒin

Saturday, 11 April 2026

New painting: "Yemaya"...


I think I want to touch this one up a little bit, but this is a very simple rendition of the Orisha Yemaya, for the Aquatica show.  I had already painted Her, it sold, I wanted to do this one, so that if She doesn't sell, I have a homemade icon of Her.  I have a statuette of Yemaya with my Orisha shrine, but it's whitewashed as a caucasian figure, and it would be nice to have Her represented as a woman of colour.  (I think I will do another one of Shango, He is another Orisha I work with heavily.)

I think Manipura chakra is still a little bit wonky, but not enough to require medication, of course.  I am focusing my healing on solving any conflict with the vayus, hara, or the enteric nervous system.  (I have turned another corner, and feel a more calm, relaxed state throughout the day.)

The Aquatica show is next Friday and Saturday... bound to be fun!

-Saraƒin

Tuesday, 7 April 2026

New painting: "Ursula The Tardigrade"...

 

I just finished this piece today - I don't think I will get any others done for the Aquatica show at Super Wonder Gallery.  It's very small, only 5 x 7", framed - acrylics and paint pens on canvas board.  I am not sure what price the curator wants to set for it, but I'm thinking $75.00 because of its size.  Small pieces are selling more these days than larger ones at this gallery, and I also don't have tons of wall space, so I kept this one small.  (I can also enter it into the "All The Small Things" show when it happens again at Northern Contemporary gallery, if it doesn't sell this time.  Perfect theme for that one, too - a micro animal.)

Here's the flyer for the Aquatica show:  


My birthday is coming up soon - #44, eep!

-Saraƒin