These are the only spirit protection idols we have at our house. I hope this helps!
(I take that back. We have two Catholic wall crosses hanging on our walls.)
These are the only spirit protection idols we have at our house. I hope this helps!
Like Esteban said this morning, “The confusion is real!” If I know one thing, it’s that I am confused. I am confused about how my life became so chaotic and publicized, yet no one seems to see that or care about it but me. I am also confused by my so called support network heartlessly playing games and making jokes, despite all I am dealing with. I am confused why Keith never believed me or bothered to leave his wife, until now? “Well besides that, she’s a great wife!” He didn’t care enough to check in with me or help me out of this for over 10 years since this supposedly began. And of course, me and the rest of the world are confused why I am being hexed and how the hell my tormentors are doing all of the shit they are doing? This is definitely unbelievable in every way!
Since I first realized that I was being hexed in 2014, I have been confused about whether I was actually being hexed or if my mental illness had gotten the best of me? I started hearing voices, most likely in my head, and I wondered if they ever occurred outside of my head? Could the voices possibly be audible to others? I wondered about and hoped that they were audible to others. I do credit my local Indigenous friends for helping others to hear and understand what I am dealing with. They are very generous, helpful, kind, and they possess many awesome and beneficial talents.
When my main verbal harasser, Esteban, claimed that he was a “mastermind of Santeria” I tried to look for information about Santeria online. The online information about Santeria definitely disappointed me, because it was very vague and glosses over any thing about abusive or taboo practices. Every explanation you can find of Santeria is just a cover up, in my opinion. The vibe you get from the online narrative is “just respect their religion, culture, and mind your own business!”
I disagree with forced respect to people and practices, who should be transparent and potentially be held accountable, for any abuses, (whether it be from its practitioners or its practices) like everyone else. Harassing and abusing other people should not be an accepted and illustrated part of any religion. I definitely see an attempt to gloss over the revenge allowances and malicious magic practices that Santeria allows and illustrates to its users.
I read that, to successfully employ the malicious magical practices of Voodoo and Santeria, you need to fully initiate yourself into that religion, become a member, and actively practice it, to reep the benefits of Santeria. Either someone has to let you into the religion or someone has to show you how to work the magic in Santeria.
Online and general public information claims that Santeria is “derived from Catholicism and combined with other Afro-Cuban traditions.” I don’t see how Santeria resembles Catholicism, in any way. They are praying to completely different “deities” or “orishas,” Each one the spirits they pray to are some form of Beelzebub.” Santeria is just Voodoo, with Latin flair. Santeria is just Venezuelan Voodoo.
Really, I think the U family should apologize to the faithful Voodoo and Santeria communities around the world, because the U family is actually dabbling in harmful magic abuse and crime. Call what you are doing, what it really is, malicious magic. No one wants to be associated with your family. You should apologize to the Voodoo and Santeria faithful communities around the world, for casting a negative light on them! Shame on you! You’re not like them!
When you practice malicious magic, supposedly the harm you do, comes back to you threefold. That’s not a desired outcome for me. I would never sign on, to sell my soul to the devil, for the purpose of playing God on Earth. People’s motivations for using a religion like Santeria is (in this case at least) to satisfy the demon that lives inside of them. They seek to use malicious magic to force moving forward in some way, to edge out competition, for revenge, or to satisfy sadistic cravings. All of these motivations are disgusting to me and the inevitable consequences from them are dreadful. My enemies will not be dragging me down into the fiery pits of (afterlife) hell with them.
I do blame this awful and inevitable Santeria trade off, for the reason why law enforcement has been so slow, to believe and to investigate what I have been telling them, for a decade. Like Federica said, “The Carlsbad police department doesn’t have the wherewithal to handle a case like this.” She’s right. People in law enforcement tend to be sticklers for following the rules. They definitely know the consequences of breaking laws and they don’t want that outcome for themselves. My point is, they don’t know how to or want to mess around with malicious magic. No one wants to sacrifice their peace of mind, after work, for eternity. Looking into magical mayhem, for law abiding, God fearing members of law enforcement, would most likely not be an assignment they would willingly take on. They would definitely need overtime, a bonus of some sort, raise or a raise for that!
**I am taking the opportunity to use their real names because it freaks them out. Let’s see what happens next!
Go get them, law enforcement team! (who are 100% on my side.) I knew stupid Leigh kick started this hex with her pathetic inability to let it go. She doesn’t have children but “Let it go! Let it go!” I can’t wait for miss manipulation (who is a complete bitch and not worth anyone’s sympathy) to be arrested! Any day now, law enforcement will step in to arrest you! You are a failure! A complete failure! I hope to see you behind bars! Why are your gym rat friends and Keith’s sister so up your ass? I don’t get it! You and your evil cousins, with your out of control tempers, are insane! What spoiled brats you all are! I cant wait to see your mug shots!! I hope they have Gucci prison jumpsuits and Manolo Blahnik slides for you in prison!You will have plenty of time to lift weights in jail! I hate you and I knew that you were a part of this hex all along! You have backed off and become more of a silent partner lately, but this is still all your fault and you will be held liable for what you personally have done, Miss Witch! Your world will be rocked way more than it is now! You are not innocent or a victim! You can’t force people to marry you or stay with you, against their will, you little spoiled brat! You and your family are such sore losers! Seek therapy, please!
When you have con artists like this woman and paranoid people continuing to reference the Salem Witch Trials, it has caused so much doubt in my story. No one believes that people are actually capable of spying, harassing, and physically injuring their targets through witchcraft. I know that the Salem Witch Trials were a crazy conservative attempt to control strong unmarried women. It was male driven misogyny at its worst! There was absolutely zero proof to punish the accused women in the most extreme and brutal way possible.
Unfortunately, since then, magic mayhem has not been thought possible. The cries for help are always scoffed at and dismissed as lunacy. My cry for help appears to be a huge joke to people. What I have been telling people may be hard to believe. You have to see it, to believe it. People love to gossip about me more than anything. No one takes my situation or story too seriously. I may be crazy, and this may be hard to believe, but this is actually real!
It seemed so perfect to find a spell man who is adventurous and unassuming among many other attractive qualities. She hoped he may not mind her having her magical mischief hobby. Maybe he would think it was cool, if he knew? He probably never knew that he had met and gotten serious with a witch. She seemed so friendly and innocent. She charmed everyone around them! Santeria may have played a role in keeping the blinders on her romantic target.
I never knew that drum playing was a way that practioners of Santeria summon spirits for help. Good to know! His drum kit should have been kept hidden from his magic meddling wife. If he had given my suspicious, but intuitive mind any credit, this could have been avoided. He may have been aware of her “fascinating” hobby and learned a few tricks himself.. I do wonder why he still traveled down here and why I get so excited to see him. He never seemed to care about how it appeared to his wife. She has probably been suspicious and nervous all along. I have always felt tricked and teased by his pointless attempts to get my attention, get my hopes up, and frustrate me. He never followed through on his pursuit of me. He enjoyed life with his wife and traveled the world with her. He knew the story I was putting out there. He never gave it any serious thought. He wrote me off as crazy or merely crazy jealous. He never offered any real consolation, assistance, or apology for kick starting this hex. I feel like such a fool for waiting around for him all of this time! Pointless! You are not helping me with my paranoia! You are contributing to it!
I apologize if this blog is offensive to people practicing Santeria. I am ignorant. I don’t know enough about Santeria to criticize it. I can’t generalize the bad intentions of my enemies to every person of this religion. I am jaded, as a result of this hex. I know that there are many good people of every religion. You can’t demonize an entire religion! Sorry for the blanket insult to Santeria and hurt that this blog may cause I think all religions have great intentions and Santeria is no different!. If anyone practicing Santeria has enough sympathy for me or interest to do so, I would appreciate your good and positive prayers I hope Santeria (and all religions) helps brings everyone peace, love, the best life (and afterlife) possible!
No one is trying to deport you! You fly in and out of America easily and first class, probably. That’s what it is! You are a spoiled brat! Everyone in your family is used to getting whatever they want because of the family money, connections, appearances, and of course Santeria. You can’t take a joke! You can’t handle losing! You can’t even handle seeing your distant cousin lose! WTF? Anyway, you think you’re better than everyone else and you are used to being treated like a celebrity in Venezuela. You must have been so shocked and frustrated when things weren’t so free…of consequences, due to differing cultural values. It’s all about freedom, right? You never know. If Venezuelan authorities knew the reckless vengeful harm the magical aspect of Santeria could cause, maybe they would outlaw it as well? I hope so!
This whole hex is just basically an overreaction to not getting what you want! You are throwing a huge tantrum over it! You think Santeria is cool and justified. There was no law spelling out the illegalities of hurting people through magic, so you assumed that you would get away with this. Are you so shocked that people found out what you are doing to me and feel differently? This is beyond messed up. It’s debatable whether I did anything wrong or enough wrong to deserve getting hexed. Now you are just dragging this out because you are stubborn and bitter that I sought help. Now that important people believe me and are helping me, you plead ignorance. It went from “I am not doing anything” to “Well maybe I may be practicing Santeria, but I never knew it could ever be considered a crime and be held accountable for it!”
I’m curious what you have done to your cousins husband? He initiated these emotional mental wanderings. He has been obsessed with me, since college. He never stopped driving down here and trying to get my attention, while married to your cousin. He started this, but I have a voodoo doll, in my likeness, that you stabbed in the back at least 20 times yesterday. You’re an asshole who just can’t let it go!
Someone is stealing the gas from my gas tank. Lately I have been noticing my gas and oil evaporating and needing refill very quickly. My service advisor at Herman Coon VW told me to start using high quality gasoline. I thought using regular unleaded would work just fine for my low-mid price vehicle. I never heard that using more expensive gas would help the gas not evaporate as fast/last longer. I never heard that investing in top tier gas would help in the upkeep of my car and minimize expensive service-related problems, down the road. I have been filling my tank up on Thursdays lately. I used to be able to only fill up exactly once per week. I drive a lot in short distances. Over the weekend I drove to Rancho Santa Fe, Linda Vista, and Solana Beach, so maybe that would explain why I am at 1/4 tank now. Or maybe someone is stealing the gas out of my tank, while I am asleep at night?!
Scorned woman loses control and murders her wife for attempting to terminate their relationship. The fugitive has fled to Mexico to evade police. You can’t keep a romantic partner, in a relationship, against their will. Break ups happen all the time. We need to deal with our emotions in a calm, graceful, and legal manner. Seek therapy, not revenge.
I may sound smug because I have never been in a relationship tornado that was exciting, passionate, and sparked the notion that my partner was perfect (for me). I have never had a passionate, love of my life relationship. I never thought that my partner was my “soulmate.”
I have never been dead set on holding onto a romantic partner, at all costs. I don’t think I will ever live and breathe for a romantic partner or spouse. Everyone is flawed. Anyone could conceivably leave, at any time, if they wanted to. Their reasons for leaving may feel unfair and insulting to their jilted partners.
People have the freedom to leave though. People can be shallow and fickle. They fall out of love. They find other people they like better and could conceivably choose that new person over you. We can’t lose our minds over it! We can’t try to hold them hostage or end their lives in order to prevent them leaving and moving on with someone else.
This unhinged woman, who allegedly killed her wife and her first husband, is pathetic! She really can’t handle rejection! Turn yourself in now, lady! No one is worth stressing over this hard! You should say to yourself, “Leave already then! I deserve better! I deserve someone who loves only me. I deserve someone who isn’t distracted and tempted to leave me for anyone else. I deserve someone who is willing to and capable of monogamy. I deserve someone who can ride the ups and downs of a life long committed relationship with me!”
https://www.nativehope.org/missing-and-murdered-indigenous-women-mmiw/
Please click on the link above to read more about the staggering amount of indigenous women who are missing persons.
I was eating lunch at Las Olas in Cardiff and I noticed a woman looking at me, as if to make eye contact. We shared a moment. She was staring into my soul and spoke a nonverbal statement to me.I couldn’t understand what she was saying by words or body language. I had a tough time reading her. I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable but I may have. I had never seen her before. My first instinct was that this may be a woman who knows me although we had never met before. I thought she may have been a Native American woman from a local tribe. Maybe she heard about my situation and that they were helping me.
I do have a single Native American family that I know. They are very kind and agreed to help me. It is a great act of kindness and friendship on behalf of them. It’s something that I am in awe of. I don’t deserve their help, but I am forever grateful. I just want to say thank you. I should have started earlier to put this out there, as well. I have been watching the news about the new Gabby Petito documentary, that her parents just released. I am heartbroken for them. I second the statements that her family is putting out into the universe, asking for the same energy be put into finding the other missing persons of every race, ethnicity, religion, and gender.
I owe it to my heroes, to research further the staggering amount of missing indigenous women. Where are they? What happened to them and because of whom? The same amount of energy and resources should be put into finding them.
. https://www.acls.org/fellow-grantees/matthew-wolfe/
A year ago, this man, Matthew Wolfe, reached out to me, because I was on a Missing Persons list at the beginning of this hex. Matthew is researching Missing Persons. He wanted to hear my story. I think my story seemed a bit off. Admitting my mental health diagnosis, made my missing persons story sound even more unrealistic. He was the person who first made me aware of the “white woman syndrome,” where the public gloms onto and gets super fascinated about stories about missing white woman. Unfortunately individuals who aren’t of that demographic, don’t get the same public interest or trigger the same motivation to find. Many don’t consider me to be necessarily pretty or white, but I think because crime and news is slow around here, I am getting help. I also have family and friends who are working to help me. Anyway I may not be missing, but I may not be out of harms way.
I am alive though, which is more than my indigenous female counterparts. My situation is tame, compared to theirs. My circumstances are gossip and entertainment fodder. People are fascinated that something different, taboo, and scandalous is happening locally. People are tripping out at the possibility that magic might be real. When I think too much about it, I start questioning my take on reality. Is everything that I am believing actually happening, because no one will give me a straight answer?
I want everyone’s help. I will definitely ask for and accept help, from any kind soul that will help me. If you have got magic, that could help me, let’s see it! At the same time, I don’t know how to repay those who are helping me in that way.
I am glad that Leopard Peltier was freed! I have been following this story lately. I do see the unfairness of him being targeted and arrested for a murder, when there was no direct concrete evidence to convict him. Beyond a shadow of a doubt? According to who? There is a huge power imbalance in situations like his. Police wanted to prosecute someone, in order to appear competent and as “winning.” They may also wanted to soothe their egos and the irrational fears of racist community members?
If a Native American shaman and/or tribe were helping me though, it does beg the question, am I getting preferential treatment? Why aren’t they (law enforcement and local community members who are blessed with magical abilities) finding the missing indigenous women, as many of these missing persons cases have been unsolved for longer than mine? I know it’s unfair, and I may be getting preferential treatment. When I complain about how long it is taking to end this. I should think instead, of the many family and friends of missing persons who are saying “join the club and wait your turn!” My case has gotten more attention than many other criminal cases. I am grateful. My goal is to be appreciative and mindful of the stories of other missing persons and unsolved crime victims. I know that I should speak on and give energy to their stories, while people are still paying attention to me and this story.
The Leonard Peltier situation of being wrongly prosecuted is actually helping me to lower my expectations for an eventual end and prosecution for the individuals hexing me. What proof do I actually have? No one wants another Salem Witch Trial or wrongful prosecution, if the idea of magic is not something that can realistically be prosecuted. There is no specific law outlining the illegality of using magic to mess with, spy on, and attack people. Maybe this falls under the umbrella of criminal mischief? I hope these individuals are stopped and put in jail though!
Esteban: She didn’t look into your soul! She looked at you! There’s a difference. You are putting a lot of weirdness onto Native American people. Native Americans are not interested in helping you, so be forewarned! They would not help a bitch like you, just so you know. I know you have been looking at my Instagram stories, Danielle. See me living my best life in Venezuela? I am zen-ed out just hiking and doing yoga! No one would ever know that I was at all pissed about having to move back here or at anyone in particular for ruining all my good times and aspirations while living in the United States. You should know by now! I’m pissed and I will never stop hexing you, so be forewarned!
Off topic (kind of): I don’t know if I already posted these videos. Growing up I enjoyed listening to (mostly) male artists, especially those that I was attracted to. I definitely favored artists and bands that I thought were good looking. I do know now, that I probably shouldn’t have been listening to much of it. In grammar school and junior high, I missed a lot of what was misogyny or what were offensive in other ways, or that could have a negative influence on me. I believe it ended up messing with me, because I liked the songs or bands that I now know are considered offensive. I started excusing a lot of musicians and song lyrics that I now feel conflicted about. This translated into excusing much male bad behavior (in my life) that should have been addressed or been a red flag to me. I still like these songs and bands, but I am a little embarrassed about it. I don’t want other people (women especially) to know that I still listen to these songs from my youth and be judged for it.
I do have two different songs that I can think of, that are by male artists that I really like, but there were parts of these songs that I was always confused by. I thought the lyrics were a little silly, maybe? Maybe it was written hastily because there were parts of the lyrics that didn’t make sense to me. Very recently, I went back to these two songs, feeling nostalgic for them. I had these AHA moments, and I finally understood that they used double talk to address very serious and dark issues. They must have been afraid to explicitly speak about these issues back in the day.
In the 1980’s I was a young kid whose parents listened to country music. I really only seriously liked Willie Nelson. I especially liked “On the Road again” and his song “Mama Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys.” I am not sure if this song was specifically about another country artist or just certain men, in general. Anyway I just figured out what Willie was saying in the verse right in the middle of the song. The verse begins “Cowboys like smoky ol’ pool rooms and clear mountain mornings, little warm puppies and children and girls of the night. Them that don’t know him, won’t like him, and some guys won’t know how to take him. He ain’t wrong, he’s just different but his pride won’t let him do things to make you think he’s right.” Now that’s some double talk! It took me years to figure that all out because that is ALOT. Also, I am a female who doesn’t think or understand from the male perspective. For most of my life, I was not fully aware of the difference in male and female libido and the extent of male desire for new, novel, and possibly harmful and illegal sexual experiences. I am usually shocked and unprepared for the frequency men want sex and I don’t share their “out there” sexual interests. (Certainly not anything kinky) Men don’t find “kinky” to be a dirty word. This is a huge problem for me. I also hate being told that if I were more open to frequent sex and whatever way my partner wants it, men wouldn’t have affairs. That is how people see it though. I am just better off single.
The rap song “They Want Efx” by Das Efx drops so many bombs, through the course of “They Want Efx.” Das Efx was actually labeled “mumble rap” by some critics. If you peel back the lyrical layers and read between the lines, you would see that they used double talk to mask a very dark and serious message. I finally figured out what they were saying. It was fascinating to crack the code, which just finally happened for me recently. I do wonder if Evil E or someone else guided me towards the hidden meaning though. As a naive female, I may not have figured out what these songs were talking about, without the male voices in my head. I have both both friend and foe male voices, who perhaps, as men, found it easier to understand what these male artists were trying to say.
I have been sitting here, at home, waiting (in a sense) for my “soulmate” Trey to come rescue me for too long! He’s been tricking me for too long! He’s as bad as his in-laws with the mental fuckery. He began this mind fuck, anyway! His wife and her family are just joining in. I never wanted to reach out to him and let him know about the hex. I assumed that he knew what I was saying and he didn’t believe me. Maybe he thought this was just jealous girl trash talk and it would blow over. Me and his wife would just have to work this out ourselves, while he played innocent. He wanted proof, some evidence that may make my amazingly hard to believe story believable. Even if he finally understood and believed this situation, he didn’t really have to leave his wife. He definitely didn’t have to leave her, if what her cousins were doing, was not to her knowledge. If she had no part in witchcraft that is.
This could just be a charade of leaving his wife, in order to piss Evil E off, so that he would act out even more. If he gets careless in his rage and thirst for revenge, he may make a few necessary missteps. This would give us tangible proof and knowledge of how he is doing his magic tricks, that law enforcement really needs.
Trey truly doesn’t have to leave his wife though. It’s unbelievable that he would leave the woman who moved across the country for him, when I probably wouldn’t even move up the coast for him. Little Miss Perfect she is, who everyone in his family, social network, and the Santa Cruz community love! What could he be thinking?! They had the perfect life!?
The U family wanted to completely prevent us from ever hooking up and moving on together. I think that, at this point, the U family are just stretching this hex out, (and enjoying every moment of it) in order to rob us of the fun years. They crave the satisfaction of holding off releasing me from this hex to eat up what should be the time of our lives, when we are still young enough to enjoy each other and have the best times possible. I guess we all will have to wait and see. When will this hex end, if ever? I have remained idle and let things slide for too long. If I start talking to everyone about this situation and complaining, hopefully the U family will get super pissed, start losing their tempers, and get sloppy and make things obvious to others. I am waiting for them to go further, be bolder, and get caught! I think me not making waves and not acting up has moved my problem to everyone else’s back burner. I don’t want this to be my private issue for me to deal with by myself privately for the rest of my life. I want the help of law enforcement in this. Help and justice served would be so satisfying! This would be their just dessert, as well. Fingers crossed!
My female voice is an actual person and a skilled witch, who lives very close to me in Carlsbad. She moved even closer to me?! Holy Shit! I am truly scared of her. We’ll call her Felicia, for now. I would love to say “Bye Felicia,” and poof, she’d be gone, but I am stuck with her and her dirty rat brothers, against my will. They are here in spirit but invisible? They may be able to mess with me physically with the help of a voodoo doll that they created for me. Today I googled my ten year plus tormentor Felicia and apparently someone recommended her (probably herself or some asshole close to her) for some local publication, as a “resident of interest here.” I can’t believe someone interviewed her, like she is some cool person and interesting local person. Who cares about her interior design business? She is a resident of interest? She is a person of interest in a well known criminal investigation. Interesting and person of interest are two different things. Be real about her. She is just bullshitting her way through life, as if she’s done nothing wrong. She has no remorse, so she is not going to change anything that she is doing. She is taking her and her families malicious magic and evil deeds to the grave.
I was reflecting about seeing Felicia’s brother R- at the Mission Valley mall, right after Christmas. He was being his asshole self. I was thinking about how this brother tries to fly under the radar, because he has a successful sports photography career and he doesn’t want to screw up his life, in any way,. He’s trying not to call attention to his role in this hexing. Of course, he is trying desperately to play this off. He could be prosecuted and jailed for his role in this. At the mall, I was tripping out about how clean cut and normal looking he is in person, as opposed to his brother Evil E-. Evil E- always poses like he could and would kick your ass, if he wanted to. Anyway, the day I saw R- at the mall, I realized that he got married. I saw his wife with him. I thought to myself, “Holy Shit! Someone actually married you? Good luck getting out of that marriage, lady, if you ever wanted to get out!” Then I got the feeling that she is probably a witch too. Where did they even find each other? A malicious magic matchmaker? I looked up R’s wedding website and on the website, there is a closeup shot of the ring on her hand when R-proposed to her. She had black nail polish half chipped off on her hand, like she just crawled out of hell. She is definitely a witch too and not exactly trying to hide it, mirroring her sister-in-law Felicia. You have to read between the lines in everything they say and post online. There is always some nod to witchcraft with them. If you know, you know, and I definitely know!
I know Evil E has already read this post by now, because I woke up with this horrendous gravely voice. I am not at all sick, but I sound like RFK Jr. (who I hate) Thanks a lot, creep! I didn’t even realize until later in the day that RFK Jr was sworn in today? This was a well thought out and premeditated prank, knowing that I would probably be a little pissed off today anyway. Good one Evil E! Hardy Har Har!
It’s crazy moving from a big city to a small town, with small minded folks. If I could, I would move. You folks are brutal! Absolutely brutal! Now I know why Shaun White moved from Carlsbad to LA. There are a lot of haters ,who chop you back down to size here, even if you don’t feel like you have an oversized ego. I don’t feel any better or any different with this weird notoriety. You all are looking at me with hate-filled eyes and are cruelly making fun of me. Would you like to be in my shoes? Make fun of a person with mental health challenges. Make fun of a person being hexed, why don’t you? You are jealous that I don’t have a job? You are jealous that I appear to have an abundance of money and free time? Pardon me! I’m a not such a bad or mean person to deserve this. People will find any aspect of another person, no matter how random and minute, get jealous, and just run with it! I am out here complaining about things that bother me and hurt my feelings, to vent and get sympathy (which you don’t have any) and to get help possibly. This isn’t a play book for everybody to know how to bother me and make me feel like shit. Everyone really is looking at me and paying attention to me and making fun of me. This isn’t my imagination.
In a few weeks I am getting chin lipo and I will be driving around (for an entire week) with a chin strap on. You already make fun of me every time you see me, so who cares? This will be more of the same. I am practicing ignoring random people driving by who try to make eye contact with me so they can do some asshole gesture to hurt my feelings or make me angry. I will also be looking down at my phone at stoplights, like you all do. Watch the master though. See how I break away from what I am looking at on my cellphone, put my cellphone down, and accelerate when the light turns green? I won’t selfishly mess everyone else up and make us all miss the light. What are you all looking at, that you get so lost, that you are unaware of the light change? You can’t break away from whatever you are looking at on your phone? It’s a little sus. I hope you aren’t looking a p- at stoplights? It is either p- or something else that you are addicted to. The only reason why I am looking down at my phone is to avoid seeing the assholes around me. That is why I can keep track of the light changes. Thanks to the Carlsbad/Encinitas community for making my driving experience a living hell!
Dear Karen,
I should have captured your behavior with my cell phone today and posted it here. Maybe I will start doing that to all the random mean spirited women who act like they hate me and want to be a villain in my story. I am not casting you in the story of my life. Thank you! Next! I hate random hater females. I am truly sorry that your last boyfriend or husband dumped you. That must have been very painful for you. I’m don’t know how you lived through that? It’s unbelievable because you are so sweet and perfect. How could anyone be repulsed by you, immediately or over time? I should have taken a picture of you purposely sitting in a weird position slumped over in a way to mock me and make it look like you had a huge double chin. You are looking so gorgeous like that! You are truly beautiful inside and out!
When I first started getting hexed, my new enemies kept repeating that they hated me and that they were going to hex me for the rest of their life. They were trying to say that this was a family issue and that the hex was totally justified. They repeatedly told me that I was a home wrecker. I never touched this man since college, so I never thought the punishment fit the crime. They hexed me hard from the get go. They told me that they were angry for the sake of their cousin. They felt sorry for her. They wanted to help her protect her marriage, by scaring me off. This was completely opposite to what (I believe) they were doing to their cousins husband. I think he was oblivious for years! They may have put a love spell on him. He was also very comfortable in Santa Cruz. I was happy with my children and gained a ton of weight, while focusing on my family. Men are very visual and my three children are more work than children without Autism. He was always hesitant to get over the initial fear of approaching me and getting into an actual dating situation with me. I would have definitely gotten my hopes up quickly and maybe he didn’t want me to think so far ahead, rush him, or be crushed if it didn’t work out. It would be a big waste of time and effort and commitment, if it didn’t work out. I have a major mental illness. He knows that. I look terrible on paper. It was so much easier to stay with his younger, healhy, CrossFit wife who put so much effort into their relationship and won over everyone in his life. She won over everyone in Santa Cruz, I think. They were a popular couple too that everyone thought was so happy together.
On the other hand, her cousins seem like they are the type people who are quick to react and get angry. They get angrier than most people, when they get angry too. They saw me as a threat and they noticed that I lived near them. They really premeditated hexing me, followed through with their plan, and were successful in doing that. I think at some point, it shifted from serious revenge to they just get a kick out of seeing what they can do with their harmful magic tricks. This is a seriously f-d up hobby that they want to continue learning about and playing with. They wanted to see how the magic can further benefit them. They also might possibly enjoy the notoriety that they have earned for their crazy Santeria hexing skills. They didn’t anticipate that I would get law enforcement to believe me and investigate this. They are seriously pissed at the thought of potentially getting punished for this mess, which they never anticipated. I may have lost track of time but I was so confused and frightened when I first got hexed. My first instinct was to ask how I can get myself out of this and who can help me? I may have started asking for help too quickly. I didn’t give them a chance to end this before they suffered any consequences to their actions. They were so callous and ruthless though. How could I trust people who keep telling me how much they hate me? They refused to agree to ever stop hexing me. They were messing up my life and continued to do so in ways that I may not even know yet. I fear that they have messed with my family members and who knows who else? They appear to have the capability to spy on people without their knowledge, unless they speak to their target directly, I would have no idea myself, if they hadn’t started talking to me. I wonder how long they were spying on me before I was aware of the spying. I wonder what other crimes they may have committed.and how serious those crimes are?
I may have asked for help too soon though. There is a slim chance that they would have stopped hexing me completely, on their own. But even when the voices were few and far between, they always came back. They would pop in to insult me a few times a week, if not more. It seems that when they had a free moment, they would spend longer harassing and threatening me. The
Their diatribes could run long and be very repetitive. I truly believe that they have been messing me up in other bigger ways. They have been messing with my health and safety and of those close to me probably too. I may never know for sure. When I did start telling people what I believed was happening, I know it affected the two male cousin’s livelihood. They all eventually moved back to Venezuela, because they weren’t making it here, as they hoped to. R was a well known surf photographer. I don’t know about now. E had a few potential surf sponsors like Lost and Psycho Surf. I think those sponsorships fell through. I feel grateful to still be alive and wonder if they have seriously tried to kill me, but maybe weren’t successful? Or they may not have wanted to get caught on a serious charge, so they continually do more covert or smaller things to mess with me but fly under the radar too. They dont want to lose their easy lives and freedom, which will allow them to continue messing with me. I think that they assumed they would never get caught. They will definitely continue to get their kicks hexing me indefinitely if at all possible. We will see if karma smacks them back in the face. Fingers crossed!
I am forever grateful to my awesome family friends, who helped other people hear the voices in my head, that no one else would have heard otherwise. My bad luck and my hell-like mental state would have continued to be written off, as merely mental illness. I hope this investigation can give us some useful information to help others in similar situations and be used to solve more crimes. I think many people are looking into this situation and helping me. Thank you to everyone helping me. I know I don’t necessarily completely deserve anyone’s help. I am not a complete victim here. I am a villain in other people’s story. No one really wins here. Many involved and those around around us got hurt as a result. The heroes here are the awesome Native Americans and law enforcement, who are using their skills and power for good and to help protect people from harmful magic.
I know that my family and friends would like me to insert a courtesy thank you here. Don’t hold your breath. I don’t appreciate the secrecy and the lying behind my back. I don’t appreciate the trying to bother me or making jokes at my expense. You may try to say that you have the best of intentions. I just don’t see it. I will probably forgive you, but I don’t thank you or credit you for anything at this point. Sometimes you see the forest through the trees years later though. That definitely could happen. I am remembering how my mother wanted to care for foster newborns until they were paired up with adoptive parents and released to them. At 16 years old, I wanted nothing to do with helping my Mom or babysitting the babies , to give her a break and help her with her passion project. It was selfish and immature looking back. I didn’t feel bad about my resistance at the time. Now I definitely feel differently. My mother must be looking down on me right now and trying to help. After all, if we never cared for foster babies we would have never met our family friends who are caring for and protecting me right now. Great idea Mom! I finally see the beauty of your idea of helping and giving to others. It’s beautiful how our family friends felt so much joy in expanding their family that they remembered us and our part in their sons very first months and now things have come full circle. I may not appreciate the little things my family and friends are doing for me now but hopefully I will see it in time to thank everyone and make peace with them too.
When I went to UC Santa Barbara, I met a lot of people from Northern California and they really were extremely hippie. They were much more hippie and bigger deadheads than I had ever met before. My mom said once, “I don’t think you would even like it there. It would definitely be culture shock for you.” I blindly agreed with her and trusted what she was saying. She knew me well. She was probably right, I believe I should and could go visit there now. It’s on my bucket list of things to do. My motivation to travel there has been stalled for the past few years by the wrath of the family of the wife of my one college classmate who I still think about who lives in Santa Cruz. I really don’t want to see him frolicking on the beach with his wife though and have it ruin my entire trip. I will always wonder what would have happened if I traveled there when I was young, stuck it out through the initial adjustment shock, and possibly fallen in love with Santa Cruz. I may have changed a bit, but I may have lived a life that was freer and happier.
Coming forward and seeking help from the dark arts, by telling my tale of torment, has gotten many strangers in my community, that I am encountering, up in arms. Unfortunately, our racist and money-hoarding president is triggering the people around me, to be even more harsh to me. I definitely feel judged by everyone around me right now. I am being treated worse by the people who I don’t know at all, but who may know just a sliver about my situation. Many people do not believe me at all. Many people think that I deserve this abuse, because I am a “home wrecker.” Many people downplay this situation as being “not that bad. He’s just talking to you.” It’s giving “So what? We all have our problems!” Many Mexicans, Mexican Americans, and Latin Americans, living in America, have no sympathy for me and blame me for contributing to the racist push for the deportation of minority ethnic groups. I absolutely want nothing to do with that. I don’t want Donald Trump to ever hear this story and use it as a justification for ridding the United States of non-“white” people. I naively thought DT was just making jokes to offend deep-hearted Democrats who believe that America should be an open land of opportunity for everyone, regardless of their race, religion, sexuality/gender, or disability. Now, I see how serious Donald Trump is, trying to fulfill all of his evil campaign promises. He is seeming more and more, like an evil dictator. What if I spoke out against him? Whether or not Italians are “white” has not ceased to be debated, since we first came to the U.S. Who knows? I could be on the path to deportation next?
People say that white people overreact to being called out by people of color when they are out of line. I was shopping at Walmart yesterday and was not out of line. I simply asked an employee for help with something. He totally snapped at me and made a scene. I didn’t react. I definitely didn’t overreact but I think he wanted a reaction. I know there are protests happening now because of Donald Trump and his racist deportations. I wasn’t being inconsiderate or a bitch though. He took his anger out on me for no reason. It was 5 pm in the back of Walmart in the fishing supply section. Maybe there was no camera surveillance there and he thought he could get away with being an asshole to a customer? Is this the beginning of a race war or is this just a Walmart employee with a shitty attitude, who is dodging helping a customer? Trying to mess with (white) people to give us a taste of our own medicine is racist and messed up too. I don’t care if you disagree. This is why I don’t ask for help at Walmart if I can help it and I use self check if possible. I do believe they are not being paid enough for exemplary customer service. I have even heard a Vons employee say that once. She will bag groceries, that is all. I don’t feel the need to make small talk at the checkout. It’s the “I hate you” vibes that caused me to drive further away to buy my groceries at a grocery store where the employees are not chatty (because I don’t necessarily want to chat with them) and more importantly they do not throw shade or negative vibes my way.
I hate feeling the jealousy of others. I hate bad vibes, evil glares, and catty comments that I assume are directed at me. I am going to start holding my hand up to deflect their negative energy, back at them. I am going to make it very clear that I did nothing wrong and this weird person is picking on me, out of jealousy. I want to say, “talk to my hand.” Look in the mirror, lady! As if you aren’t entitled yourself?” I don’t want to hear people gossiping about me, while I am in earshot. I mean, you know someone is jealous of you, when they start picking you apart, over some minor thing. Then they blow up the issue to vent their frustration over their own life, and take out their personal frustration on you. A (white) woman at Target was definitely a problem yesterday. It had nothing to do with me. This white woman at the Target checkout was a total “pick me” this afternoon. She jumped all over an honest mistake, just to fuck with me. I accidentally walked into a short line when the cashier woman working there had just turned off her light. I didn’t see it was turned off. When she explained that she was off and not taking any more customers, I left with zero attitude. Then her last customer, made some snide comment about me, being entitled and trying to get in the shortest line, instead of waiting, like everyone else. You know damn well that it was an honest mistake, lady. Bitches, I am not making my Santeria story up, so quit trying to make it seem like I am just some racist Karen. You’re a Karen, bitch! I don’t need to “learn my lesson” from your idiot ass or “get a taste of my own medicine.”
I am a technically “white” woman with a nice, cushy life, despite being hexed to death, by one nutty family. Just the other day, I heard a man in the grocery store say… “Well, it helps to be pretty.” The local police/sheriff department here consists of primarily men. If they are attracted to me, that may be one reason they are investigating my far-fetched story. I also have a relative in local law enforcement. Members of local law enforcement here are, for the most part, very handsome males. If me being attractive to them or showing them that I find them attractive, works to motivate them to help me, I am ok that. I know that I have privileges, but it’s weird how, all of a sudden, people are getting pissed over it, and feel the need to constantly remind me of my privilege. Don’t give me your jealous energy, over the fact that law enforcement is investigating this situation. I am fortunate to live in a low-crime neighborhood. It’s a slow news day everyday here. That is another reason why I am getting the help that I have been asking for. Hopefully this investigation will help protect people or uncover information that can help people in some way. It’s been 10 years now and no one has been able to figure out what is happening here, or how to stop this, so don’t be too jealous. You have no idea what I have been through. The only reason why you can’t muster any sympathy for me, is because you’re jealousy, over unrelated issues, is getting in the way of that. I know that I read into things and I assume that every negative comment people are saying around me, are about me, and that’s my paranoia problem. But to those of you, who are truly breathing fire at me, I hope your negative, jealous energy, bounces off me, and hits you right back in your face!
You are a wimp, sir, and a total let down. You are an idiot! Your game is weaker than weak. I’m not attracted to idiots. You are not making yourself attractive to me. I could choose someone else or remain alone. You never believed me. I am just crazy and it didn’t affect you in any way shape, or form, so you did nothing to help or comfort me. This is your fault! Why have only I been made to suffer for your sneakiness and your wandering eye? You were more concerned about your reputation, appearances, and sexual convenience. so you remained married to your witch wife. Unbeknownst to your wife, you had been second guessing your marriage off and on since the beginning. “Should I Stay Or Should I Go?!” I mean you never had the courage to make your move, so we never actually consummated an affair. I never deserved all of this chaos, mental, emotional, and physical abuse from you and your crazy in laws, that continues to this day. You are a dichotomy. On the surface, you appear to be intelligent. You graduated medical school and became a successful radiologist. In regards to me, you are brain dead though. This leads me to wonder just how many other ways are you brain dead?
Why is it so hard to show up and make direct contact with me? You know where I live and my schedule, because you stalk me. I should just ignore you. Paying attention to your distractions are what has destroyed my marriage and led me to the broken place I am now. You and your wife never had children of your own and you probably didn’t want any. I know that I made the right decision to marry someone who wanted children. I knew that I wanted children and I am so happy that I was able to fulfill my dream. I have never and will never regret that decision. Thanks to my husband. Choosing you in my younger years would have ended up in heartbreak because you would be stringing me along, when you knew all along that you were just stalling because you didn’t want children of your own.
Your half-assed attempts at wooing me are laughable. Your wife’s evil family antics have brought me a lot of attention from other men. I do have options. Your jokes are cruel and unfunny. You have spent a lifetime being obsessed with me and making me the butt of your jokes. You might need hypnosis to get over your negative stalker obsession with me. I am sure that there are a million hypnotherapists is Santa Cruz. You probably know one. You should utilize their services. You always point the finger at me like this is my fault! You are pathetic! Absolutely pathetic! I know a lot of men here locally are thinking, “Why are they fighting over him? He’s not worth it. He was never interested enough in her, to be in a relationship with her, and now he’s coming around to make her think that she’s the one he always wanted. And then he keeps acting like an asshole and publicly humiliating her? He’s not worth leaving her husband, much less fighting over. This crazy situation should be a lesson to everyone, choose your spouse carefully and make sure that you are feeling all the feels from the get-go. Make sure that you really can see yourself with this person for the long haul. Look what happens when you don’t do enough vetting of your future spouse! Look what happens when you get carried away ruminating, reminiscing about and romanticizing people from your past? Look what happens when you start having an emotional affair and it snowballs out of control!
You were making fun of me today, while you were sitting on the bus stop? You are worthless! You want me to rescue you? I bet you do. You want me to make the first move? I bet you do. I’m sorry, but I will not do that. A man would have to approach me, ask for my phone number, ask me out, and make the first move. I am not interested in a man who is incapable of doing that. Maybe I am too stubborn and too old-fashioned. On my tombstone it will probably read, “She died after waiting a lifetime for Keith, her secret admirer from college, to see her, smile and say “hello.” I don’t get it, though. You left your wife and now you are here in Carlsbad. Now you are free…to make fun of me? I am not interested in beginning a relationship with any man who acts as awful as you are acting right now. I deserve better than that. You are immature, unfunny, cruel, and clueless, Keith. Im sorry, but it’s true!
Federica: You’re pathetic! Maybe the reason he hasn’t made contact with you yet is because he is still married to my cousin! It’s not too late for them, if you stay in your lane, mind your own business, and let them work this out! Be forewarned! We do not understand why Trey would leave our beautiful cousin, who is better than you in every way, for a complete slob like you! It’s mind boggling! He has terrible taste in affair partners, but to each his own. Just wait until he does officially divorce Maeve, in order to hook up with you, At that point, his wrath will really kick in. Be forewarned!
Esteban: I will probably kill you, before I am arrested.” This is what Esteban said to me a few minutes ago.
Earlier this morning, I got my daughters into the car to take them out to breakfast. I pulled up to Rancho Santa Fe. Rd. facing West and into the left turn lane. As I was pulling up to the light, the sun was shining bright into my eyes. I could not see past the bright light and was shielding my eyes. When I periodically looked up, I noticed that I could see the turn signal further to the left or the light. There are actually two turn signals at this intersection. Since the main overhead light was hidden by the sun, I was relying on the other light. A woman pulled up next to me in the next turn lane. I looked up again and I saw the turn light was green. So I put my foot on the accelerator and moved forward into the intersection. Then I looked to the left and a car was coming at me. This was on Rancho Santa Fe. Rd. where cars drive around 50 miles per hour. I have always thought that the speed limit was too high on this street. People move so fast that it makes it difficult to stop at a red light. Many people just run the red light to avoid slowing down. So anyway, I was in the middle of the intersection and saw cars coming at me, so I looked back and reversed to safety before any cars flying by clipped us or possibly killed me and my daughters. When I looked back at the other driver, she didn’t look back at me or react. She knew the light was red and she was just sitting at the red light on her phone.
One could say, it was sunrise and I got mixed up because of the sun shining into my eyes. Or you could say, that Esteban played a trick on me. He may have covered my eyes and created some green light hallucination so I would drive “towards the light and to our death.” Later Esteban laughed and warned me that he will probably “Kill me” before he gets arrested. Good to know!
Also, I read this updated travel advisory for Venezuela. Americans are advised not to travel to Venezuela. It is a Level 4 travel danger. Not to nitpick, but one danger that is not mentioned on the advisory, is the danger of being hexed to death by someone who may have upset or who may perceive you to have wronged them, in some way. They must hex the s- out of each other in Venezuela! Knowing what I know about Venezuela and the high percentage of people practicing Santeria there, I will state for myself, marrying someone who is even 1% Venezuelan is a hell no for me. If the person you are marrying says they don’t practice Santeria and most certainly, don’t hex their enemies, who’s to say they are telling the truth? Who’s to say someone in their family isn’t practicing Santeria for their sake either? You never know. There is practicing Santeria on the up and up and using it for revenge and for competetive purposes. I don’t want to condemn all people practicing Santeria because other practitioners may not be using it to harm others. If religion brings you confort and peace of mind, pray away! The malicious magic though, is deceit and manipulating through magic to knock out competition and ensure you achieve your selfish desires. I wonder if the rare, wealthy communities of Venezuela have used witchcraft to attain and maintain love, success, and wealth.
My advice to you is never marry anyone hastily, who you barely know. You may naively enter into a marriage with high hopes and thinking the best of them. When things get rocky and perhaps, you see a side of them that makes you want to run, you can forget about easily slipping out of that marriage. No one is leaving (certain) Venezuelan marriages, unless their partner allows them to leave. Leaving certainly won’t be easy and you may be stuck there for however long you are stuck there. Even if you are able to get out of that marriage, there is the additional danger that you could be hexed for the rest of your life. Whether or not, you or anyone around you, realizes it, it may happen. If it is a messy breakup, you can bet that they (the malicious magician) will be watching you and messing with you. You may never be able to prove it or to stop them, but you will always wonder if your misfortunes are naturally occurring or their doing. Vindictive, sadistic, malicious magicians may pose more harm to the world than we realize. What’s the good of a third eye, when you only use it for satisfying your selfish desires and to get your sadistic sick kicks? You definitely do not want to proceed romantically with any potential mates, if you develop suspicions about them. Recognize the red flags and create a Plan B and an exit plan. Your first instinct can spare you a great amount of trouble and pain, if you listen to it. Take it from me, do not underestimate the potential of romantic rivals or romantic partners to cause you harm. It is best to really work on reading people, to see the worst of them, before making any serious commitments. If they start making creepy jokes or their behavior leaves you awestruck and suspicious, get out while you can! Be forewarned!
If you say not getting into a serious relationship in college or not keeping in touch with me was your way of not hurting me, confusing me, or stringing me along, your plan backfired majorly. You had a hard time forgetting about me and moving on, even though you were ambivalent about whether you deemed me the right fit for you, knowing all of my issues, after trying to peek in on my life, to study the big picture. The only one of us who had any idea that you still had feelings for me and wanted for me to wait for you was you. Why should I have waited? Because you traveled down to Carlsbad to spy on me? I shouldn’t be flattered and I shouldn’t view it as a great romantic gesture or anything to get excited about.
I don’t even know you really. In college, you wanted me to be attracted to you and you didn’t want to seem immature and dorky, so you didn’t share much about yourself. You said very little to me, in general. It seemed like you were hiding details about yourself, to the point of being deceitful. You didn’t want to talk with me, in order to get to know you. You would rather talk to people I know or knew to get secondhand gossip from them. The people you were interviewing barely knew me and could not speak for me. Snooping and mind games are prominent flaws you have that I can see from a mile away. I don’t see the point in you constantly driving past me, with different women in your car.
You stayed with your wife for sooo long, almost 10 years after she and her family started hexing me. You obviously didn’t believe me and they weren’t hexing you, so you didn’t understand or care. Why weren’t you trying to see if what I was telling people had any truth to it? You don’t care if your wife is a witch? You were down here spying on me but when you saw my fat body and the big picture of my busy life, with three children, you changed your mind every time. “No! I have a great life in Santa Cruz! My wife is thin! We are child free, so she can sexually be at my beck and call!”
You don’t think she got immediately suspicious about all of your random trips down the coast to Carlsbad? You were making trips here from the start of your relationship. She figured out very quickly that you weren’t excited to travel down here to merely see her devils-in-disguise, meddling cousins. It’s weird that they have been so fake to you and so awful to me. You have been oblivious, to how badly they have been messing with me. You are still laughing at me and trying to make me jealous too. I know that all your online photo shoots and the dragging out of your unhappy marriage were a long, drawn out way to get revenge on me for getting married. Is that how you felt? You were jealous, to the point of being angry with me? That’s crazy! How the heck should I have known to wait anyway?
If I had known and did wait for you, you would have made me wait until 2010 to get pregnant, which would definitely be stringing me along and having to hear me complain or be done with you, for good. I am guessing that you feared a commitment to me and having children would have been stressful and hurt your chances of getting through medical school and getting your career off the ground. You can’t help yourself, though. You are finding any way possible to get under my skin, make me jealous, mess with my mind, and of course string me along. You are still jokingly driving past me, with no seriousness or follow through. You are still married to Maeve. I bet no papers have been signed or even filed. You love running around, ever the actor, with every random woman you can find. Have so much fun with your new girlfriend! I am half heartedly waiting for you to walk into my life. The other half is quite content not having to share my bed with anyone, catering to one more person, and navigating through hard times. Snagging Mr. Wonderful and enjoying the honeymoon phase, with my fabulous cute doctor mate would me great. I know nothing about falling head over heels in love, but I hear it’s a disappointing reality check when you get deeper into the relationship and you see their flaws and maybe second guess your decision to be with this person. It would be very stressful for my children too. Getting a divorce from their other parent and then moving on with someone, who may only be in their life briefly is a heartbreaking thought. Maybe we should reevaluate things and definitely not rush into anything. But do you have to drive past me, while you are on dates or acting like you are? Sheesh! You couldn’t not string me along, if you tried! Here’s to a lifetime more of stringing me along!
I’m not saying that I am blaming the Los Angeles wildfires on the U. Family but I am leaning towards the possibility that they are capable of bringing about that much chaos and destruction if they wanted to. The fact that they are convinced no one can stop them so they will do whatever they want to do is concerning. Evil E seems like a menace to society with nothing better to do than to reek small scale and perhaps large scale chaos for kicks and because they simply can. Who would ever know or could ever be able to prove it anyway while they are so far away in Venezuela. Well some are of them are. I still see them around in San Diego sometimes. I think they have the ability to travel back and forth from Venezuela to America whenever they please.
Because I find that they have some sort of clairvoyance with their hexes and spells, I find it to be apathetic to know when certain catastrophes are going to happen ahead of time and not use that information to alert and help people in advance. They really are selfish bastards who are probably sitting back laughing right now. I had one friend who I spent a lot of time with growing up also an aunt and two cousins who lived in Pacific Palisades and it’s upsetting to see the fire destruction that take so much from the residents of Pacific Palisades and everywhere in LA where the fires are raging
This is related to climate change so DT’s comments on the California fires are angering. He is oblivious and offensive and he knows it. He’s not trying to be nice or play nice. He only cares about himself.
But back to Evil E, I believe he traveled with me in spirit to my last family reunion in Santa Barbara which I believe was two years ago? I remember talking to one of my cousins who grew up in Pacific Palisades and I randomly asked her about the Catholic Church in Pacific Palisades (Corpus Christi) that she attended growing up. My cousin looked at me curious why I was asking that. I think she knew the question may have been coming from a weird place. My family knows what I have been trying to tell them. They are watching me and wondering when things like that happen. The U family reveal themselves sometimes. They give people such scary dark somber vibes. It’s like go home. We invited Danielle to the family reunion. Not you. If they knew her church was going to burn down years before it happened, they are so messed up for just letting it happen and then sitting back and laughing about it later. They are so evil. They may have done that for revenge. They keep trying to get me back for stealing their cousins husband who I am not even with yet and have not touched much less talked to in person since college in the 90’s Her evil family is thinking “you took something precious from our cousin who she loved and cherished with all her heart, so now we are going to do the same to your cherished cousins to F you all over, mess with your families minds, and show you how we feel! Scary folks! I am sorry these demons blame me for their cousins loveless marriage which brought her evil family into our lives. I feel helpless and to blame for all the bad things that happen to my loved ones because I don’t know if this is naturally occurring or the result of angry idiots hexing me and causing destruction around me.
I have expressed that he uses music to mess with my mind. I have been listening to music in my car since I first got my drivers license many years ago. It’s so natural and habitual for me to turn on the radio before I start driving, in anticipation of hearing some of my favorite songs. Esteban has been ruining my fun for years now. He gets a sick kick out of extinguishing all of my enjoyment. He lets me build up my hopes of a good time, only to be left feeling disappointed and sad. I have been feeling insecure lately driving, thanks to this whole mess. I feel like people are looking at me and making fun of the story I am putting out there. A portion of the people don’t believe me, a portion of the people judge me for my role in this, a portion of the people support me, and a portion are just studying me at stop lights to see if they see anything crazy happening with me. They usually see something at stop lights because Esteban loves humiliating me in front of audiences. He gets off on making a laughing stock out of me and having the last laugh.
A lot of the things he does seems minor. It has been barely noticeable for so long that it really has only been super obvious by accident. Esteban wants to do a bunch of crap that is so unnoticeable that he will never get caught so he can continue to mess up my life forever. He hopes nobody believes me or cares about this situation. If he is invisible and extremely careful, no one will ever connect the dots and he will never be accused of more serious illegal activities.
Today at a stoplight, I was listening to Tom Pettys “Into The Great Wide Open,” and Esteban was trying to convince me that when Tom Petty was saying “…and a roadie named Bart,” that he meant Bart Simpson. Was Tom Petty making fun of roadies? I have no idea. Maybe Tom Petty really had a roadie named Bart?! Who knows. The lyric may not have been a Simpsons reference or a joke about roadies. It’s not a super mean way to mess with me. The thing is, I just don’t want to talk to this asshole Esteban. He’s not my friend. He is not someone who I invited into my life, brain, or even into a silly conversation. I don’t want to talk to him, he but he forces me to every day. He inserts himself into my thoughts, without my permission. He spies on me with the use of Santeria and tries to manipulate me mentally and physically. I know that much of his evil deeds are far worse than anything you can see for a briefly at a stoplight. I want to know what things in my life I have screwed up on my own, what things in my life are naturally occurring, and what has been negatively affected by Esteban and the U. family.
I have been smearing this family name for years. I have been detailing this publicly and on my blog here. You would wonder, “why haven’t they filed a case against me for slander?” Because what I am saying is true and they know it. They don’t want me to countersue them for harassment and injury incurred by their malicious magic. I should have sought the advice of a criminal attorney of my own, years ago. What can we pursue against them to keep them away from me and to prevent them from continuing to mess with me in ways that I may not be aware of. For example, women have children born with Autism every day after a perfect responsible pregnancy. I don’t regret having my beautiful children and they are perfect in my eyes, but I wonder how far back this family has been watching me and messing with different things and people in my life. Before the U. family ever started saying all of the horrible things that they are now saying out loud to me, I believe this family was watching and making subtle changes to my life and health, as well as, to my loved ones. I am an internet sleuth and have been cyber stalking them right back. It always makes me wonder. What year did Trey meet Maeve? When did they start getting serious? When did Maeve start getting the notion that she wanted to marry Trey? Did she use any tricks or ask her families help to ensure they indeed went down the same path together? Did Trey ever mention me? I was just a girl from college and never his girlfriend. But I think when he would travel to Carlsbad thus may have made her suspicious from the start. We never met up or chatted one on one. With Santeria, they figured out what Trey was hiding from them. They knew his secret feelings and activities. Since Maeve’s evil cousins lived down here, they sized him up and saw what he was doing, behind her back. They were probably watching me from back when they were first dating. I think they met late 2007. That family is so crazy. Once one of them are into you, there is no way you are going to get out of that relationship or marriage, unless they let you out. If it’s a bitter break up, you can bet that you are going to get hexed too. I wonder what Trey is hearing or experiencing now that he finally left Maeve. I am scared for him and for me and my friends and family. What retaliation will strike now and how bad will it be? I’m scared and Trey hasn’t even made contact with me yet. I will keep you updated here if and when he does. Or perhaps I will stop posting here publicly at that time.
*** I have been thinking of a word to use instead of Black Magic because it isn’t accurate. Santeria is brown magic or to the U. specifically malicious magic. U. Family Fucked up magic. Then again I don’t want to offend any Latinos, besides the U. Family specifically. I do want to offend them. They probably would be offended to be referred to as brown because they are very much white passing and full of themselves over their appearance. They wear the most glamorous and expensive clothes than I have seen in my life. They look very comfortable and carefree in Caracas. I think the U. And G. Families have to be hoarding much of Venezuelas wealth somehow, because the majority of the country is struggling.
Like with everything in my life for the past 10 years, (noticeably that is, because this may have gone on for longer. I was just oblivious to it) So today I had an epiphany about the Billie Idol song “Eyes Without A Face.” I remember in college singing along to this song. It was randomly in my head. And some guy looked at me and simply said “Ew!” I had no idea why he would say that to me. I thought he was so rude. For a naive girl like me, I never really thought about what that meant. I just didn’t get it. I was today years old, when I was listening to this song and I finally got it! I mean, I think I got it! I may have only realized this because Esteban was laughing in his head about it. He didn’t use his words though. You would have to be a male to really get or appreciate what Billie Idol was talking about here. Eyes Without A Face? If he isn’t looking at your face, he must be referring to another pair of eyes. At almost 50 I finally understand! I am horrified, but I understand what he is saying. Maybe because my intention was to always keep my fourth eye closed, I was not thinking that I had a second pair of eyes.
This is why we need more female musicians. Men like to write about sex. If they aren’t writing lyrics about sex or lyrics written with the intention of acquiring sex, what else are they writing about?
Anyway, I was watching this TikTok where this man was complaining about his loneliness and frustration about how most men that he is encountering, want sex first. The dating and subsequent relationship happen after that initial experience, if the rest happens at all. A boy told me that in college and I didn’t want to believe it. I thought he was playing a trick on me to make me let him do what he wanted with me. I never did. But I do believe that is the order most men (at least secretly) want it to be. They don’t seem that interested in alot of chit chat or taking me on any kind of date, to get to know in a real sense or to be romantic. That puts a lot of pressure on women to make that initial sexual encounter off the charts sexy and memorable. Part of the problem is that teenage boys start to watch porn and get these high expectations of women, in their sexual encounters. Don’t get your hopes up! The average woman is not a porn star or a performer, trying to give you a 4 star experience and feed your ego. I hate to disappoint you. We all know that if a woman gives it up too quickly, whether they impressed you or not, you judge them as being a whore and quickly move on to your next victim. If you do want to engage with me, look into my eyes! (On my face, that is)
People have been asking me the usual New Years questions. What are you doing for New Year’s? Do you have anything fun planned? No. Do you have any big plans for the New Year? Any New Year’s resolutions? No again.
I have been running myself ragged lately because my three children are on winter break. I have been, for the most part, the sole parent to keep the kids fed and entertained. Their father is a lazy hermit, with a bad attitude. He is depressed, as well, and practically bed bound. If he is not in the office at work, he is lying in bed. I fear people will blame me when the bed rot runs its course. It’s not my choice or preference for him to lay in bed all day. The bed is his favorite place to lounge. It’s his choice and it’s his life. I didn’t realize beforehand, that I was marrying Charlie’s grandpa from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Oh, the things you learn after the wedding ceremony, when you actually move in together! Stephen is little help to me with the children and he certainly doesn’t help clean. He is a pack rat, who creates the majority of the mess and clutter, as opposed to cleaning it.
So what’s going to be different about 2025? Nothing, most likely. 2025 is going to be exactly the same as 2024. . I am in the exact same place, doing the exact same thing that I did last year. It’s Groundhog Year for me. Every year is basically the same, except I am getting older and I am physically feeling my age. Not much has improved, since I first got hexed. Well ok, I moved back in with my children’s father, so I can be with my children. I love my children and I love living with them full time, so that’s the silver lining. Stephen isn’t so bad either. He helps in some ways. Our relationship is friendly, and we put up with each other fairly well, so that’s good . My father is still alive, so I appreciate that and my other family who live close to me. I have helpful, loving siblings and a fun, supportive group of friends too. I know that I shouldn’t complain or be so pessimistic. I am a glass half empty kind of person, unfortunately.
My wish for the new year is for the criminal case against my enemies to make progress. Let’s get some evidence together, so we can figure out how to stop them from hexing me and prosecute them. I would like to feel less messed with mentally, by my enemies and by the man who is at the center of this drama. I never got an apology or closure, or got any closer to him. He doesn’t appear to be affected, by what is happening to me. He appears to care less and even find this flattering/amusing. He secretly loves that two women are fighting over him. He has been no help or support to me, throughout this whole ordeal. This begs the question, is he really worth this terrorizing roller coaster? I’m personally not having fun with this. I have enough to do and enough stress in my life already. I’m too busy for this drama! Crappy Poo Year!
Ok I take that last part back. I am going to be 50 years old on January 27th. I am going to focus on speaking and acting with maturity and grace starting today. I want to also work on being more positive and optimistic.