The other day I had or thought I had an epiphany about Billy Idols song “Eyes Without A Face.” Now I am thinking it wasn’t my epiphany that I was writing about. It was Esteban’s epiphany and he has a dirty mind! He plays with my mind. He works these evil messed up mind games with me, made more powerful with the use of his very weird and very twisted Santeria spells. I fear that my thoughts that I write or verbalize are not always coming from me. He has a lot influence over my thoughts and the conclusions that I make about many things.
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.
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