Marie O’Nette
@cracksintheporce.bsky.social
Naturalist, healer, and advocate for truth, choosing compassion, clarity, and courage over cruelty.
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Field Note: On the Mythic Nervous System
Why Story Is Not a Metaphor, but a Regulatory System
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January 11, 2026 at 6:57 PM
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Divergence Map: On Choosing a Different Lineage
There is a particular fear that haunts many survivors of abuse:
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December 6, 2025 at 10:07 PM
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Today’s mood brought to you by Fascists.
Can you spell Fascist?
That’s right, N A Z I!
Can you give me an example of one?
Velveeta Voldemort is an excellent answer.
Can you spell Fascist?
That’s right, N A Z I!
Can you give me an example of one?
Velveeta Voldemort is an excellent answer.
December 5, 2025 at 3:44 PM
Today’s mood brought to you by Fascists.
Can you spell Fascist?
That’s right, N A Z I!
Can you give me an example of one?
Velveeta Voldemort is an excellent answer.
Can you spell Fascist?
That’s right, N A Z I!
Can you give me an example of one?
Velveeta Voldemort is an excellent answer.
If a turducken is a turkey stuffed with a duck, which is stuffed with a chicken, what is a chicken stuffed with a fish, which is stuffed with a cigarette called?
And is it considered “smoked”?
And is it considered “smoked”?
December 4, 2025 at 3:00 PM
If a turducken is a turkey stuffed with a duck, which is stuffed with a chicken, what is a chicken stuffed with a fish, which is stuffed with a cigarette called?
And is it considered “smoked”?
And is it considered “smoked”?
Today’s Lantern House piece explores the process of developing a trauma-informed framework from the inside — the narrative, somatic, and symbolic work behind the method.
If you’re curious about the process or walking your own healing path, you’re welcome to read.
If you’re curious about the process or walking your own healing path, you’re welcome to read.
On Building a Healing Framework from the Inside
(Notes from the Naturalist’s Workbench)
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December 3, 2025 at 6:03 AM
Today’s Lantern House piece explores the process of developing a trauma-informed framework from the inside — the narrative, somatic, and symbolic work behind the method.
If you’re curious about the process or walking your own healing path, you’re welcome to read.
If you’re curious about the process or walking your own healing path, you’re welcome to read.
Reposted by Marie O’Nette
Walmart and McDonald’s are among the top employers of workers who rely on food stamps.
McDonald's CEO raked in $18.2M last year — over 1,000x the company's median employee pay.
Walmart's CEO pocketed $27.4M — 930x the company's median employee pay.
See the problem?
McDonald's CEO raked in $18.2M last year — over 1,000x the company's median employee pay.
Walmart's CEO pocketed $27.4M — 930x the company's median employee pay.
See the problem?
November 30, 2025 at 5:30 PM
Walmart and McDonald’s are among the top employers of workers who rely on food stamps.
McDonald's CEO raked in $18.2M last year — over 1,000x the company's median employee pay.
Walmart's CEO pocketed $27.4M — 930x the company's median employee pay.
See the problem?
McDonald's CEO raked in $18.2M last year — over 1,000x the company's median employee pay.
Walmart's CEO pocketed $27.4M — 930x the company's median employee pay.
See the problem?
If the goose-stepping boot fits…
November 30, 2025 at 9:10 PM
If the goose-stepping boot fits…
I keep a baggie of catnip in the drawer and this is how she asks for some.
Who can deny those beautiful, crossed eyes?
Who can deny those beautiful, crossed eyes?
November 22, 2025 at 11:04 PM
I keep a baggie of catnip in the drawer and this is how she asks for some.
Who can deny those beautiful, crossed eyes?
Who can deny those beautiful, crossed eyes?
Oink oink bitch!
November 21, 2025 at 8:33 PM
Oink oink bitch!
We’re boycotting Starbucks, refusing to shop at Target, and now we’re not supposed to listen to Spotify.
Fucking MAGAts ruined EVERYTHING!
Fucking MAGAts ruined EVERYTHING!
November 13, 2025 at 2:14 PM
We’re boycotting Starbucks, refusing to shop at Target, and now we’re not supposed to listen to Spotify.
Fucking MAGAts ruined EVERYTHING!
Fucking MAGAts ruined EVERYTHING!
The release of over 23,000 documents related to Epstein is like fucking Christmas.
I don’t care where you are on the political spectrum, diddling kids is wrong and I hope every fucking one of you assholes implicated (looking at you Clinton) get exactly what’s coming to them.
I don’t care where you are on the political spectrum, diddling kids is wrong and I hope every fucking one of you assholes implicated (looking at you Clinton) get exactly what’s coming to them.
November 13, 2025 at 1:42 PM
The release of over 23,000 documents related to Epstein is like fucking Christmas.
I don’t care where you are on the political spectrum, diddling kids is wrong and I hope every fucking one of you assholes implicated (looking at you Clinton) get exactly what’s coming to them.
I don’t care where you are on the political spectrum, diddling kids is wrong and I hope every fucking one of you assholes implicated (looking at you Clinton) get exactly what’s coming to them.
And so she writes: perhaps I do not need to become. Perhaps I only need to belong—to myself, to the moment, to the soil that holds me steady when all my striving forgets its reason.
Peace, then, is not the summit. It is the ground beneath all this motion, waiting for her to stop measuring and start breathing again. To rest in the ungraded miracle of being alive.
But the naturalist in me knows another truth: not every season is for blooming. The forest grows in cycles of stillness and decay; even the most luminous trees drop their leaves without shame. The body does not improve—it adapts. The heart does not level up—it endures.
November 12, 2025 at 5:14 PM
And so she writes: perhaps I do not need to become. Perhaps I only need to belong—to myself, to the moment, to the soil that holds me steady when all my striving forgets its reason.
Peace, then, is not the summit. It is the ground beneath all this motion, waiting for her to stop measuring and start breathing again. To rest in the ungraded miracle of being alive.
But the naturalist in me knows another truth: not every season is for blooming. The forest grows in cycles of stillness and decay; even the most luminous trees drop their leaves without shame. The body does not improve—it adapts. The heart does not level up—it endures.
In that whisper lies the quiet tragedy of self-improvement—it can become a form of self-rejection. Healing mutates into a chase for a self that never quite arrives. What began as devotion turns into surveillance.
November 12, 2025 at 5:14 PM
Peace, then, is not the summit. It is the ground beneath all this motion, waiting for her to stop measuring and start breathing again. To rest in the ungraded miracle of being alive.
But the naturalist in me knows another truth: not every season is for blooming. The forest grows in cycles of stillness and decay; even the most luminous trees drop their leaves without shame. The body does not improve—it adapts. The heart does not level up—it endures.
In that whisper lies the quiet tragedy of self-improvement—it can become a form of self-rejection. Healing mutates into a chase for a self that never quite arrives. What began as devotion turns into surveillance.
I’ve spent years refining the inner landscape: mapping trauma, naming archetypes, writing volumes to turn pain into pattern. Yet sometimes even sanctuary starts to hum with the tension of expectation. The self becomes a thesis, always revised but never complete. Belief you should be further by now.
November 12, 2025 at 5:13 PM
But the naturalist in me knows another truth: not every season is for blooming. The forest grows in cycles of stillness and decay; even the most luminous trees drop their leaves without shame. The body does not improve—it adapts. The heart does not level up—it endures.
In that whisper lies the quiet tragedy of self-improvement—it can become a form of self-rejection. Healing mutates into a chase for a self that never quite arrives. What began as devotion turns into surveillance.
I’ve spent years refining the inner landscape: mapping trauma, naming archetypes, writing volumes to turn pain into pattern. Yet sometimes even sanctuary starts to hum with the tension of expectation. The self becomes a thesis, always revised but never complete. Belief you should be further by now.
When Healing Turns to Chasing
There comes a point in every evolution when growth begins to ache. At first it feels like ascent: books read, insights gathered, habits built like scaffolds around the soul. But after a while, the climb begins to blur. Every step upward starts to feel like an audit.
There comes a point in every evolution when growth begins to ache. At first it feels like ascent: books read, insights gathered, habits built like scaffolds around the soul. But after a while, the climb begins to blur. Every step upward starts to feel like an audit.
November 12, 2025 at 5:13 PM
In that whisper lies the quiet tragedy of self-improvement—it can become a form of self-rejection. Healing mutates into a chase for a self that never quite arrives. What began as devotion turns into surveillance.
I’ve spent years refining the inner landscape: mapping trauma, naming archetypes, writing volumes to turn pain into pattern. Yet sometimes even sanctuary starts to hum with the tension of expectation. The self becomes a thesis, always revised but never complete. Belief you should be further by now.
When Healing Turns to Chasing
There comes a point in every evolution when growth begins to ache. At first it feels like ascent: books read, insights gathered, habits built like scaffolds around the soul. But after a while, the climb begins to blur. Every step upward starts to feel like an audit.
There comes a point in every evolution when growth begins to ache. At first it feels like ascent: books read, insights gathered, habits built like scaffolds around the soul. But after a while, the climb begins to blur. Every step upward starts to feel like an audit.
November 12, 2025 at 5:12 PM
I’ve spent years refining the inner landscape: mapping trauma, naming archetypes, writing volumes to turn pain into pattern. Yet sometimes even sanctuary starts to hum with the tension of expectation. The self becomes a thesis, always revised but never complete. Belief you should be further by now.
When Healing Turns to Chasing
There comes a point in every evolution when growth begins to ache. At first it feels like ascent: books read, insights gathered, habits built like scaffolds around the soul. But after a while, the climb begins to blur. Every step upward starts to feel like an audit.
There comes a point in every evolution when growth begins to ache. At first it feels like ascent: books read, insights gathered, habits built like scaffolds around the soul. But after a while, the climb begins to blur. Every step upward starts to feel like an audit.
November 12, 2025 at 5:10 PM
When Healing Turns to Chasing
There comes a point in every evolution when growth begins to ache. At first it feels like ascent: books read, insights gathered, habits built like scaffolds around the soul. But after a while, the climb begins to blur. Every step upward starts to feel like an audit.
There comes a point in every evolution when growth begins to ache. At first it feels like ascent: books read, insights gathered, habits built like scaffolds around the soul. But after a while, the climb begins to blur. Every step upward starts to feel like an audit.
I’m just sayin’, I need a job, ICE is hiring, and sometimes institutions need to be taken down from the inside…
November 11, 2025 at 3:07 PM
I’m just sayin’, I need a job, ICE is hiring, and sometimes institutions need to be taken down from the inside…