Nahual
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Sometimes, life is too painful to just keep staying human.
That’s why you’ve got to get outside of yourself once in a while. Really, it’s necessary.
Be honest. Are you feeling stagnant? Are you languishing, waking up each day to go through routines so oppressively mundane in their relentlessness that the prospect of doing so indefinity becomes horrific?
We know that nothing is forever, after all, but getting our twitchy brains to really believe that is a fool’s errand. Today is forever.
This is something you can try for a few nights or every night. Whatever you need, really. It’s like an alternative to weird dreams: work out your traumas through real action rather than just letting your tormented brain do whatever it wants to. It’s downright therapeutic, and you feel refreshed in the morning rather than weirded out.
What is this magic, you say?
Behold, the nahual. Traditionally, they’re morally questionable people who turn into naughty animals and wreak havoc after dark, returning to their cozy, human beds before dawn. Suspicious townspeople say they can always tell who they are: they tend to stagger around town at dawn…
