An Experiment in Human Connection
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Antisocial Social Club is an experiment in human creativity and connection. For 365 days, I'm committed to sharing real talk that goes deeper than the chatter and noise of social media. I might fake my own death on social media in 2025, and if I do, this is where you'll find me instead. Please come along for the ride! No, I don't know where we're going, and I'm not sure when we'll be back. So get in, but only if you're down for a trip into creative chaos and the wild unknown.
83. birth of maleficent
I promised the other day that I’d share the story of the birth of Maleficent - how this powerful force of dark feminine energy came to reside within me, or how I came to know Her, and what she has given me in terms of freedom from some of my own fears.Â
This vision took place during an EMDR thera...
by Amelia Travis —
Mar 09, 2025
82. melancholy
Maybe it’s the flu stealing the air from my lungs, or Neptune at the anaretic 29Âş mark, but today was a really tough day. The fatigue I’m experiencing is so severe that I actually wondered to myself today, “Is this it for me? Am I dying?”Â
I feel like I need to write from the gut today and not pu...
Mar 08, 2025
81. nightmares
I'm still laid out with the death-flu, and it has me navigating some strange places in the dream realms.
Last night, I dreamed of three aspects of self: a young innocent maiden, La Loba (Wolf Woman, She Who Knows), and Maleficient, my inner protector. In the dream realm, La Loba came in the form ...
by Amelia Travis —
Mar 07, 2025
80. underworld (it's okay)
Imagine my voice arriving to you with an otherworldly timber, a vibratory essence of gravitas, heavy with meaning and mystery…
as if it’s echoing against the walls of a subterranean cavern, merging with the sounds of water droplets; cold shivers dancing with flickering firelight.Â
HELLO FROM THE ...
Mar 06, 2025
79. sick day
It finally got me. The kids have been down with the flu off and on for nearly two weeks, then a few days ago my mother in law and sister in law came to visit from the United States.Â
Over the past two years, I’ve observed that when anyone flies (especially internationally) it is nearly guaranteed...
Mar 04, 2025
78. sabotage
I used to describe some of my behavior as self-sabotage, but a few years ago, I stopped.Â
One of my beloved friends (and wise teachers), Irene Morning, heard me describing a behavior pattern as self-sabotage, and invited me to consider my actions from another perspective: to see every choice as s...
by Amelia Travis —
Mar 03, 2025
77. young love
I thought my first boyfriend was love, and when we broke up, I cried for weeks. But after the puppy love came a relationship which shattered my previous understanding of the depth of affection two people could share.Â
His name was John Thomas Douglas Dittmer, Tom for short, and he was beautiful. ...
by Amelia Travis —
Mar 02, 2025
memoir
76. rhizomatic
I check “the news” once a week, and no more.Â
I brace myself when I check it, knowing that it will be full of horrors.Â
This week, I watched the “leader” of my country of origin bully the president of Ukraine, taunt him in front of the entire world, make a mockery of the highest office, and once...
Mar 01, 2025
75. get real
I started typing another post for tonight, but three sentences in, it stalled out completely and I couldn’t find a thought thread. When this happens, I’m learning to just listen, and instead of fighting it, chuck the concept entirely and just let my fingers start flowing.Â
Instead of trying to co...
by Amelia Travis —
Feb 28, 2025
74. son and moon
I just got my emotional ass handed to me by my child.Â
Not for the first time. Hell, not even for the first time today - the big kid pulled me through a hurricane of their emotions earlier today, an hour plus of stormy weather, heavy tears, wailing, crumpling heap of a body collapsing to the floo...
Feb 28, 2025
motherhood
73. the cure
Wednesday, Mercury day. Messenger day. Mind day.Â
And for me (as you may now know), school day. I’m sitting in class (Shadow to Soul) and thinking about the response to yesterday’s post about how it feels to be individually and collectively holding too much.
What do we do, then, with this univers...
by amelia travis —
Feb 27, 2025
72. holding too much
“Sometimes, Amelia, when it feels like you’re holding too much, it’s because you’re holding too much.”
My dear friend Amber once said this to me when I was feeling overwhelmed, overextended, and overburdened. It was such a simple reflection, but one that cracked me open with a sense of being seen...
by Amelia Travis —
Feb 25, 2025
