03/08/2025
Magic Land Is Home
In my world, there is no suffering. No harm. No cruelty.
Here, you’ll have all the food and love you could ever want.
No one will ever hurt you again.
Magic Land is a place where you can rest without fear or pain.
It doesn’t matter if you're still alive or already have your wings—this is your home.
I promise with my life: no one will ever hurt you again.
Mama promises to love you with the same loyalty you gave to me.
Some of you, I never even got to meet alive.
I just found your little bodies on the street,
carried you to the temple,
and brought your ashes back home.
Because home is where you belong.
Here, within these four walls, there is only love.
You’ll watch the sunrise, sleep under the moon,
and hear the birds sing just for you every morning.
You’ll take your morning walks and run free in the garden Mama made with her own hands.
Last week, I took ten of my strays back to Magic Land.
For a moment, my world stopped.
My breath was taken away.
I almost died from the pain.
It was the kind of heartbreak that rips your soul in half.
All I could do was hold them close.
Their screams followed me into my dreams.
The pain won’t ever fully go away—it just gets quieter.
But I promise I’ll never forget them.
The pain they felt before they passed—I felt it too, in a different way.
Before their final breath, I kissed them and promised them a better life.
Now I hope they feel safe at home, surrounded by siblings, peace, and love.
I stay longer now at Magic Land.
I’ve created little corners for myself—places where I can sit, breathe,
and feel them all around me.
In my mind’s eye, I see them playing together in our sacred space.
Here, we can be children again.
Here, we are free.
Here, we live a good life without fear—a life we were never given before.
This is the place I’ve always dreamed of.
A place of safety, love, and protection.
No harm. No abuse. No suffering.
Just the love we never received in our past lives.
And as long as I live, I will protect this peace.
To the people who always seem to know better,
Let me share what actually happened, because I had no energy left to defend myself.
There was no time to get the dogs to the hospital.
When I arrived, many were already dead. Others were having seizures.
They would’ve died in the back of the truck—alone, afraid,
their eyes searching for a hand to hold.
The poison was so strong, it killed quickly.
The babies I held in my arms had only minutes left.
They screamed in pain, their bodies red and burning from the inside.
The poison scorched their bloodstreams.
Then, one by one, they looked into my eyes and cried out one last time.
There was vomiting of blood, diarrhea, nosebleeds—
and then, the soul leaves the body.
It’s brutal. It’s real.
And it broke me.
Please know—I’ve already paid the price in pain.
I’ve already stood at the frontlines.
There’s no need to throw blame.
King’s case was different. He stumbled out of the bushes, barely standing.
I rushed him to the vet and prayed with everything I had.
And though a miracle didn’t come, I told him:
“You're coming home. To Magic Land. With your friends.”
And I kept that promise.
He’s home now.
Home is where unconditional love lives.
Magic Land is Home.
Yes, I know I’m different.
You won’t find me in crowds or surrounded by people.
Some may pretend I don’t even exist.
That’s okay.
I am a dreamer. A strange one.
But I work hard to make those dreams real—
not for me, but for them.
If you see me sitting alone at a restaurant,
it’s because I enjoy my own company.
If you see me walking alone,
it’s because I choose this path.
To those who accept me as I am—thank you.
To the rest, I wish you peace and strength for whatever burdens you carry.
Life is about balance.
And whether I’ve had a good day or a painful one,
I never take the good for granted.
I live it fully, with all my heart.
