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.
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