E’s new Instagram profile picture

I was wondering if this was a picture of his dog or some random thing. An insult directed at me is always possible. Although I remind myself that not every move E makes is an attack on me. On instagram, it says, under his name, that he is an “athlete.” Let’s be clear. This man is unemployed. He is not a professional athlete of any kind. He does do sports in his free time and thank God for that! Get busy and give me a break, please! Saying that he is an athlete is about as truthful as me saying I work for “California Psychics.” I was joking. I am unemployed too. 

E wants to kill me and his brother R does too.  They never forgave me for asking for help and telling people around town that they were hexing me. They weren’t expecting that I would do that. They really weren’t expecting that other people would start believing me. People definitely got scared off from dealing with them. E was an aspiring professional surfer and R is a surf/sports photographer. I don’t think anyone in the surf world wants anything to do with them, at this point. They accuse me of robbing them of the world they were creating for themselves, as I robbed their cousin L of her world. (Her husband.) I am a dead duck, basically. That’s what I should charge my profile picture to. The U family can’t handle losing. The depths that they will go to release their anger and get revenge over losing is astonishing.

I was tripped and my iPhone was destroyed!

 A netherworld demon managed to trip me, while I was jogging today. I flew into the air and fell towards the ground. With my phone in hand, I slid across the blacktop very fast and forcefully. I absolutely destroyed my iPhone. When I went to Verizon to purchase a new iPhone, it was suggested that I maybe get an Apple Watch to wear instead while jogging. 

Evil E announced that he would figure out a way to destroy my new Apple Watch, if I bought one. It would require changing up the position of my voodoo doll a bit. The watch would be fastened to my wrist, as opposed to being held in my hand. I know he wants to manipulate things just right to ensure definite destruction of my watch. “I will figure it out!,” he said. “I will figure out a way! Invent a way! And trademark it!” E is going to be running Santeria seminars in a minute. This “Mastermind of Santeria”” definitely thinks highly of himself. 

The only thing Esteban has invented is a new way for someone to be thrown in jail. So thanks for that, I guess. Most folks have never seen this new, taboo way he controls and abuses people. It’s shocking and hard to believe that all of this is possible and happening. Everyone is very scared of you, Evil E! I am sensing that your temper is boiling even hotter than before, E. People reading this, please pray for me, that I get out of this alive!

On a side note (possibly, or maybe it’s related, if my suspicions are correct) my father fell early this morning and developed a huge hematoma on his arm. I hope this was just a random occurrence that didn’t hurt anything major.

I was thinking earlier about all of those TikToks where women are debating either to be left alone with a man or a bear. They all say, “I choose the bear!” With a man, or anyone really, you can’t expect them to protect you. If you are expecting to get protected or rescued from a dangerous situation, you will likely be disappointed. A lot of people who you may experience danger with, will end up being no help to you at all. They are more focused on saving themselves. 

A man may abuse you, use you for sex, string you along for years, and then kill you. It would be a long, slow, tortuous death. With a bear, he would kill you and eat you pretty quickly. There is no guessing game there. You know what he’s going to do and it’s over fairly quickly. 

I just feel more and more that if I was stranded somewhere with any person. It could become abusive, out of nowhere, whether it be verbal, emotional, or physical abuse. I think the way to avoid becoming disappointed in the lack of help you are getting is to  save yourself. Waiting for someone else is going to take longer, it may not happen how you wanted, or thoroughly enough, or haveif the rescuer arrives and saves you from danger at all. Like my Dad always says, “If you want something done right, do it yourself!” I’m  not saying that I am doing this all myself though. In this unusual and hard to believe situation, I know people are definitely helping me, 

 

I knew it!

I could tell by Maeve’s snobbery and boasting about being a fashionista aka clothes horse, that this family is rich! When Evil R trapped that poor woman into marriage, they celebrated at the Casa Country Club in Caracas. They must be members of the country club to have a family wedding there, I think? In my mind, I have been comparing them to the super wealthy minority in Mexico. I can’t speak too much on that because I don’t know them personally, but they definitely exist. These are the type of families that telenovelas are based on. They are actually more like like the oil heir families on the U.S. tv show, Dallas, from the 1980’s.  I did sense that the U families lifestyle has always been in the privileged 1% of the population. They are spoiled brats. They are filthy rich! They do whatever they want and have a lot of free time to do it in. The most rotten people grew up in wealthy families and they get into whatever trouble their privilege affords them. Their toxic patterns were inherited from equally privileged, toxic parents.

I would be a hypocrite to say growing up in Santa Monica/Brentwood didn’t put me in a somewhat spoiled crowd and afforded me the opportunity to get into an unhealthy amount of trouble too.. I shouldn’t judge, but it does bring me back to the malicious magic thing. Say what you may about Catholicism, at least we don’t have a malicious magic element to our religion. Allowing the congregation to hex people, get revenge, abuse, and hurt people would never be sanctioned and would be demonized definitely. Certainly no one would give you a roadmap or help you do any of those things. So yeah, I do think it’s weird that people still consider malicious magic a religion. Catholics don’t do that. We have toxic problems, secrets, and crimes too, but we are a religion. Santeria and Voodoo are not. I have fallen away from the church, more due to the sex abuse scandal, demonization of the LGBTQ  community and the pervading misogyny that runs through it. At least they don’t hex people though!

I am glad that law enforcement has been investigating religions, who all hold many secrets. Many things that I never expected were uncovered by these investigations. There needed to be an overhaul in religions who demand blind faith. I now believe it’s best to always have one eye open in regards to religion.  No religion or religious person should be granted blind faith. Please law enforcement! Investigate! Investigate! Investigate!

Now that we are finding out so many truths about Christianity/Catholicism, it’s time to expand our investigation to more private religions, such as Voodoo and Santeria. 

 https://www.bloomberg.com/news/features/2019-10-17/caracas-country-club-where-the-0-01-await-socialism-s-collapse?utm_source=website&utm_medium=share&utm_campaign=copy

https://www.nytimes.com/2010/12/28/world/americas/28venez.html?smid=url-share

Trying to drag around Esteban’s extra weight while I am jogging has fucked me up again. Add a new injury to my list of ailments that I have developed due to the U families physical abuse. My right shoulder blade is popping loudly when I move. I may have a torn rotator cuff from trying to push through Evil E’s fat ass sitting on me and weighing me down. Thanks asshole!

Please don’t have children of your own, Evil E!

 It’s Leadfoot here again, begging you not to procreate and spawn an evil demonic mini you! Evil E’s interesting new trick is weighing me down while I am jogging. It’s a great trick that is very on-brand for the U. family because it’s so perfectly sneaky. You can’t really pin this on them because I am 50 years old, obese, and trying to get back into jogging after not jogging for the last 20 years.  I actually was so self conscious and didn’t have the mental motivation to seriously go outside and begin for the longest time. We moved to this hilly neighborhood. I didn’t want to start off on hills but I have also been too uncomfortable to run along the beach. So I just remained stagnant. It finally dawned on me that I should put my insecurities aside and do this for myself. Who cares what anybody else thinks? I just needed to prepare myself for a rocky start. I realized that I needed to stretch first and keep trying to push through my mental barriers in order to progress. I didn’t realize and could never anticipate that these shenanigans by Evil E were contributing to my jogging struggles. He was literally holding me back and adding so much weight that I really struggled and still do. He is still having so much fun finding new ways to mess me up, discourage, and abuse me in every kind of way. Anyway hindsight is 20/20. I know what he is doing now and I hope everyone else does too. I am sorry he has so much free time on his hands, being the spoiled brat that he is. Thank you, in advance, for showing the world what an asshole you are (E and the rest of your family) and showing us how important it is to learn about this in order to hold people accountable and to fight off any attack like this.

Honey jar love spell? Salary jar spell?

 https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8jHhSGY/

I follow the woman in the above link on TikTok. She goes by the name Luna Childs.  If you have TikTok and want to check it out, feel free to. It does have some NSFW comments in the story she is telling. I dont know if this woman is a legitimate witch with tangible results. I am not going to purchase her services or that of any witch, so I will never know. She may just be a story teller for entertainment purposes and a con artist. She reminds me of Miss Cleo (who was found to be a fraud)  but this woman goes a step beyond psychic advice. In addition to shock value in her story, she provides insight into the possibilities of witchcraft. She is discussing what she referred to as “honey jar love spells,” which caught my attention. What tripped me out later was when she mentioned “Salary jar spells,” which struck me as something that may have been cast on Stephen.  Is his company not moving forward with product approval because of a hex on Stephen and the company he works for? Is the purpose of this hex to prevent Stephen from moving up the salary ladder, and hinder any prosperity to him and our family? Are his road blocks to notable salary increase because of age discrimination, poor market conditions, general problems within his company, or was a salary jar spell, cast on us, by the U family?

I question everything now. My knee is bothering me this morning. Is the pain from overuse and pounding from daily jogging? Does E have pin stuck in the knee of my.voodoo doll?

Also, I was wondering if someone got into the house last night, because I woke up in a compromising manner of dress. I question how that happened. I don’t believe Stephen had anything to do with it. Also my family woke up to nonfunctioning and sparking electrical outlets. We need to avoid using these outlets, until an electrician fixes our issues. Again, it’s hard to say how this happened, because we live in an old house with many problems happening all at once. 

*Sorry for stirring up doubt in this spiritual woman. She may legitimately be very a very skilled and effective spell worker. I am just hesitant to go that  route, in case a more clear cut law is developed down the road. Is performing spell work a crime? Will spell work come back to me in karma threefold? No disrespect intended to Luna Childs. I just question everyone and everything now

He stabbed me in the back today.

 Evil E has a voodoo doll, made in my likeness, that he uses to hurt me. I can tell you, for a fact, that I really feel pain when he stabs my voodoo doll. I thought he stabbed me in the back, while I was at a school event today, and I groaned audibly, in pain. He may have stabbed me with a bigger and sharper object than usual. I am still having lingering pain, from that jab today. There is a possibility that the pin is still in my back, because I feel pain every time I stand up, sit down, lift anything, or bend over. I do have arthritis, in my lower back and degenerative disc disease. I have been jogging lately for an hour daily. Like with everything that the U family does to me, it could always be from some other probable cause. They are very sneaky. 

I question everything that happens to me now. I question as far back as 2008, or whenever L met K and when she really started falling for him. I think she fell for him pretty quickly. He must have traveled to Carlsbad (instead of back home to Santa Cruz) when things were getting serious and that must have made her feel insecure and threatened.

Her cousins (with or without her participation and/or knowledge) possibly began to take matters into their own hands by spying on me. They figured out pretty quickly why K came here specifically. It wasn’t to visit them or to vacation in Carlsbad. They secretly started redirecting K, as I have said before, all covertly, and with smiles on their faces. 

They were quietly and secretly spying on me, at the same time. As their concerns grew, their level of spying elevated to Voodoo/Santeria. They were everywhere I was. They were inside my home. They could see through my eyes, see where I was, and what I was doing. Since 2014 at least, they have been trying to monitor me, scare me, and drive me away from K. They were (and still are) inside my thought. They berate me for my for my private thoughts, feelings, and ideas. They berate me for my words and actions in my personal life. They are hearing everything that goes on in my mind and in my life and they are abusing me over it all. Evil E has also been putting me into dazes with some sort of spell. He makes me say rude things to people in my life. He makes me laugh hysterically or cry hard over whatever he cooks up. He has also been taking the steering wheel away from me and putting me in dangerous driving situations. But he would deny all of that because it’s all way too far fetched to be believed. 

Like the donut company name, Voodoo Donuts. People who do voodoo are nuts and the things people are capable of doing with voodoo are nuts too!

I know that people around town are watching me. Everyone wants a front row seat, to watch what I am dealing with. It’s fascinating to many people here. Everyone wants to catch a glimpse of the magical mayhem that I am dealing with. On one hand, it’s an entertaining train wreck, that people want to peep, from a safe distance. On the other hand, I do think people are concerned and trying to help. They want to see E irritating me, while I am driving, and messing me up. They want to see what Evil E moving my lips, to irritate me, when I am listening to music. E really comes out and performs a lot, while I am sitting at stop lights. 

One setback to progress has been that I am busy raising my children. I want to be mentally present and focused on them. They are my first priority. I am very busy being a caregiver to my family. 

Also, I am surrounded by people who express disbelief in the story I am telling them. They don’t seem to be listening to me at all. There is a possibility that they know full well my situation, but they are playing dumb. Do you really not know what I am talking about and am dealing with? Are you just so fundamentally self-absorbed, that you don’t want to hear about my problems at all? Just talk about your own “not as serious” problems and dump them on me, every time we talk! This is why I don’t go back to the police station or to a news station or a lawyer. I am surrounded by people who don’t believe me, who downplay my struggles, and who keep me busy with their own problems. I don’t have the time or the encouragement to fight and to get justice for the seriously crazy, never ending, abuse that I have been dealing with.

As I said before, I started jogging again. Now I feel like Evil E is weighing on me, while I jog, like a weighted blanket. I feel like I am wearing heavy ankles weights. He just drags me down! I feel like the bionic woman, fleeing danger and trying to conquer evil criminals. She always ran through crazy, challenging, and dangerous territory.

I am running an uphill battle. I am trying to be brave and cope with my situation. I keep finding ways to call out for help, in indirect ways. I should probably be more direct with law enforcement, ask them more questions, and be more vocal publicly. I need to do more and fight harder to end this craziness and get the U family under control.

A furia mood board?

Apparently, over a year ago, Rodrigo created a mood board on Pinterest, to channel his anger online. This family and their Pinterest pages?! My family isn’t heavily into Pinterest, but my family is regular old Catholic, so it would be very vanilla compared to the U~ family. I know Rodrigo is pissed. He and K’s wife have been trying to get off free, by remaining fairly quiet and in complete denial of the crimes at hand here. 

Everyone around here (in Carlsbad) knows the situation I am dealing with. They support me, of course. I have put up with a lot, for along time, because of the menacing U~family.

 I was at the grocery store yesterday and this man pushing a shopping cart by, spoke directly to me. He broke the fourth wall. He said, “Fuck him.” I looked curiously at him and he repeated himself. “Fuck him!” I wondered which “him,” he was referring to? Fuck who? There are a few different men in this story who are pissing me off. Fuck the U~ family definitely, but fuck the mysterious married man, who reappeared, after rejecting me many years ago. 

K keeps retriggering my past heart ache from when the window of opportunity closed. K was lost in limbo then, and he still is now. He just can’t give it up though. I think he’s still here in Carlsbad. I don’t know if he separated from his wife yet or filed for divorce? He may have moved his office out of his home, to another location, in Santa Cruz. So he is still living and working there I guess.

I don’t think anyone supports him down here anyway and they think that I shouldn’t either. What has he ever done for me, except take advantage of me in college and stalk me from afar?  He didn’t deem me girlfriend material back then. He just wanted to sow his wild oats. He wanted to continue hunting for and enjoying other women. K definitely tried to work his way around, in college. I do think he had the intention of dating around in med school as well and possibly finding someone new after he graduated med school and got back home to California. 

Maybe I am just deluding myself, with that possible scenario though. He had a much younger, cute girlfriend, who he was having fun with. What good looking male medical student graduates, without getting engaged or married beforehand? I knew this was going to happen. Some woman nabbed him during that critical window of time, prior to med school graduation. The U~ family, being the spoiled, sore losers, that they are, weren’t going to let the handsome medical student that their cousin was dating, get away, She was not pregnant, but figuratively, it was a shotgun wedding.

K’s family is driving me up the wall. They believe Maeve wasn’t involved in this or maybe they just don’t care. Is it so sweet that she loved K so much, she coerced him into and to remain in a marriage, to some degree, against his will? He obviously had good reason to doubt their relationship. 

K traveling down to Carlsbad all the time, screwed up both of our lives. M’s cousins obviously did some witchcraft, when he was staying with them, with their fakest smiles and welcoming bravado.  This emotional affair was “all my fault,” according to M’s cousins. Their treatment of me was honest and awful from the start. They were transparent with their feelings about me and about what they were doing to me.

I know I didn’t deserve all this. The stupidity of K’s family and his own lack of bravery, apologies, and any form of help, could be a deal breaker for me. Not one of the S~ family members wants K to leave Santa Cruz, including K. They are pissed at the thought of K leaving his witch wife.  They could care less about the witchcraft or the developing criminal investigation. I’m just some crazy, meddling home wrecker, who made this all up. Right? If you do believe me at all, you just don’t care that your family name is being dragged through the mud because of M. If you think K’s career and your whole family’s reputation isn’t going to be affected by this, don’t kid yourself!

I can’t control weird, stupid, or toxic family members. I can choose not to enter into relationships and to exit toxic relationships, at all times. Most people (who aren’t under a spell or coerced in some way) are able to deny relationship overtures and exit relationships that are toxic or that just don’t suit them. People who are dumped often feel used and insulted by their romantic partners reasons to break up or divorce. People can leave for perplexing and superficial reasons. That’s a part of life and relationships though, Everyone experiences and suffers through this at some point in their lives. Putting a love spell on your partner is just delaying the inevitable and will backfire later on. That’s where we are now.

I probably need therapy to see clearly the man at the center of this disaster. Would such an opposite mate even suit me? I am brave and strong. I definitely want a man that can match my bravery and strength. I probably wouldn’t have any respect for a wimpy man. I do see the frustration and confusion that other men feel over this fight over K. I may be superficial, but K is aging well, retaining his looks, trim physique, and a full head of hair, at 50 years old. I am not alone in being a job snob, when pondering the ideal mate. He’s a doctor, so the fight over K got ruthless quickly. He knows he has an advantage over other men too. He knows he has options, which is why he has a wondering eye. 

She seemed clueless from the start though. Carlsbad is great, but of all the places in San Diego/world that you could travel to/surf why is he always here? Next time your husband wants to travel and explore a random city, like Modesto maybe, you should ask yourself, does he want to travel to this destination because he genuinely wants to explore Modesto, or because some girl, who he knew in college lives there? 

Ponto is stalker central, if you ask me. If you are an old acquaintance of mine, who is not from San Diego, and you are going to surf Ponto, make sure that I see you in your wetsuit, on the side of the road, holding your surfboard. Otherwise you missed a critical trip goal. Even the guy that I never thought was the one that got away, bitterly comes down to stalking me from afar and talking shit about me to anyone he can. Go home already  Tony!

Many of the images on R’s mood board could be great tattoos for him and Evil E. Your tempers and your inability to handle loss, are what got you into this mess. You are sore losers! You should work on that, in therapy. (Not merely through a Pinterest mood board) 

This is all I got in the house to protect me.

These are the only spirit protection idols that we have in our house. I hope this helps!

(I take that back. We have two Catholic wall crosses hanging on our walls.) 

I do believe that Indian Americans are selflessly, thoughtfully, and courageously helping me. They are living, kind spirits, though. The people hexing me might be in contact with non-living, demon spirits. That’s all I meant. I definitely give credit to my American Indian friends whose help allowed people to hear and believe my story.  I do want to be a vocal ally and friend to them too.

There are many charities run by American Indians to aid American Indians. The charity below spoke to my heart and is a great cause to support the work of finding missing indigenous women across the country. 

https://notournativedaughters.org/make-a-donation

This wasn’t a hugely humorous post, but apparently Evil E was not amused. I have been having terrible stomach aches lately, which really bothered me today. It was the kind of stomachache you would get from laughing too hard or doing a very intense abdominal workout. Was my pain and suffering the result of a hex, or was it a random occurrence with some other potential cause?

Ok I am second guessing my accusation here because I did start taking a probiotic which causes pain that can last for weeks after starting.

We missed you at Universal Studios! I know you were there in spirit!

 Dang! Evil E photobombed this last shot!