Hello Cancer New Moon!

 This new Cancer moon is a great time for manifesting positive things into my life. Since witches-in-the-know, are trying to block my blessings, during this time of great potential, I must tap into my inner witch to protect the gifts awaiting me. I have gifts of my own now, which is one important reason that people are targeting me. They are jealous of my intuition and my connection to my dearly departed guardian angels. I have a connection to the spirit world. People like me up there and they are looking out for me. I can see why my warlock enemies envy me and covet my good standing and popularity in heaven. The F. U. family wants to siphon my channeling gift from me to use and abuse, in their own self interest. Evil E practices malicious magic for kicks. Nothing he does is justified, although he will lie very convincingly, to the contrary. Evil E thought he could do whatever he wanted his whole life, whether it be legal or illegal, and get away with it. I pray to protect my children from being targeted by the F.U. family. 

My children’s teachers at school have told me that my children are very uncomfortable during the school day and they complain about back pain. I have back pain and I do believe that is, in part, the result of a voodoo doll that the F. U. family has made in my likeness and is being manipulated by Evil E. I fear that the F. U. family has made voodoo dolls to mess with my children too. I pray for the protection of my children from Evil E and the F. U. family. Sorry F. U. family,! The days of you manipulating, spying, harassing, and torturing  people, are coming to an end.

I may dabble in the world of witches tonight, to protect myself, my family, and to manifest the intense love, fun, prosperity, and safety coming my way. In order to do this, I am manifesting the demise of your malicious menacing magical hexing powers over me.  I pray for people to hear me. I pray for people to believe me. I pray for people to help me. I pray for any roadblocks to our investigation, to be lifted. I pray for success in this criminal investigation. I pray for punishment of the F. U. family. I pray for justice to be served. I pray for gifts, gratitude, and good things to be sent to all of the good people, who took a chance on me and who went above and beyond to help me. I will be forever grateful to you!

I would never send a malicious hex to the individuals hexing me and their idiotic cronies, who could care less about what I have suffered. I don’t want to sink to your level. Praying for good and positive things and rebuking evil has always been my family way. If my prayers are answered, you may land in jail and get your just dessert, as a consequence. I never hexed you though, so I would never land myself in jail or be sent to a hellish afterlife either. Anyway, I need to go pray now, in order to block my bullies bad intentions and to protect my winnings. Bye!

A new necklace perhaps?

 

As opposed to your many evil eye necklaces 

And K hasn’t changed a bit

 Ok so maybe his tragic flaw or a major flaw and barrier to getting anywhere with K is he still prefers the thrill of the hunt. He knew he could have had a sure thing more or less with me in college. All he had to do was be monogamous with me. Get into a relationship with me which involves spending time together chatting, while sober. Hanging out together in the daylight sober hours was not something he was willing to do with me. He was unwilling and uninterested in doing that. He was busy. He preferred remaining open to the possibility of a random new and exciting drunk girl throwing it at him in college. He was the drummer in a band and saw the potential for that happening at gigs. It was wishful thinking at least.

He matured more and got married. He finally got serious and settled down. He has had that sure thing at home and has been working to adhere to the confines of a monogamous marriage. He is certainly capable of doing that. It’s not an impossible thing to do. 

When he got married, I became the exciting random woman from college that he wanted. It isn’t any kind of compliment to me really. He’s still non serious. He’s just looking. It messed with my mind very hard because I misunderstood his drive bys. I should have known that he hasn’t changed. 

My obesity definitely is a great insecurity to me. The fact that he kept stalking me at every weight I have been, wasn’t an indication of true love. He is a stalker. He is mad at himself for fumbling the bag and doesn’t want to see me happy. I don’t want him spying on me for the fucked up purpose of reassuring himself that he dodged a bullet choosing L over me. Anyway that’s all these drive bys are. He will always be my college stalker who is using me to feed his ego. He wouldn’t choose me, because of my weight,  mental health, my family, my children, where I live. He’s just passing through, so have a nice trip!

Veiling

 My pathetic nemesis and her head coverings/sweat bands?! That isn’t some random fashion statement with her funky sweat headbands, that she is always wearing. It’s called “veiling” and it’s more low key than wearing a pointy black hat, although she looks just as ugly in them. I see you and I know you are hexing me. Be a witch all you want. “That’s your religion. That’s your lifestyle.” But be real about it. I doubt Keith or any one in his circle knew or thought your jokes and hints about witchcraft were at all serious. I can’t believe he married you! SMH

This evil bitch trying to look like a Santa Cruz hippie with her loud tie dye headbands. You are from Upstate New York, which is nothing like Santa Cruz. Just change your style so drastically to fit in! You look so stupid! I know that you are just trying to f -with me. You have been torturing me for years. Everything you post is purposeful b.s. fuckery intended for me specifically. K was too nice and not interested in you enough to ask you any good questions about you or anything you did.  You probably lied about everything you replied anyway. You knew he was going to leave anyway.  So how is this my fault? He didn’t want to marry you, if you put a love spell on him to propose. You are just a spiteful bitch! Now he is broken and mistrusting. You would have kept him artificially forever, out of spite. That’s just pathetic! If you had never dipped into your bag of tricks, you would have been better off. Why didn’t you just marry another witch, like Rodrigo did? 

Fuck you and your trippy tie dye sweat/headbands. You should wear a tie dye headband on your deathbed and in your coffin. You and your tie dye sweatbands can burn in hell! I’m not hallucinating this whole thing, you stupid bitch! Finally, everyone sees that! Ha! I will have the last laugh, you spoiled brat! (Violet Beauregarde, you will always be to me!)

Cyprus? She’s in Cyprus?

 https://mg.co.za/article/2006-10-06-witchcraft-pair-arrested-in-cyprus/

Your new, probably b.s, photoshopped Instagram picture in supposedly Cyprus, standing in front of your trademark evil eye ornament that is “your essence.” Protect the evil eye from you? Point that thing back to your toxic self! Is Cyprus a safe destination for female travelers? Who is going to protect the people of Cyprus from your ass? 

You keep hiding behind your more vicious cousins. In a street fight, between L and I, L would not stand a chance. You can CrossFit all you want, you would get worked over very hard. The real challenge would be for me, to not let out all of my aggressions out on you, to the point that I do you in completely.  It’s the Italians vs. the Venezuelans. Italians don’t go out without a fight. Neither do the fighting Irish. I imagine that getting my hands on you and releasing all of my aggression back onto you, would be completely satisfying. 

The only reason you got into CrossFit, was because I lost all that weight in 2013-2014, doing all those online HIIT workouts and lifting weights. I was a size 4 and my arms were muscular. I don’t think that you are capable of achieving the muscles that I could, if I did CrossFit. So anyway, I do wonder who copied who?

I believe that you were watching me, all the way back, when you first started dating K and he left Philadelphia, for a random trip to Carlsbad. You and I both know, that you knew he was up to something, and you were sweating bullets over it. You asked your creepy cousins, to look into your boyfriend’s thoughts, actions, and whereabouts. This may have given you some piece of mind, some insight into how to keep me at bay, and how to keep your man engaged with you. These espionage efforts eventually targeted me, as well. There may have possibly been a hex, before the hex of 2014. They definitely used their oracle, to spy on me, before they literally smacked me in my face and began communicating to me all of their ill intentions towards me. 

You and your creepy “do whatever it takes, and walk all over whoever you can, to get what you want” family are nuts! What a spoiled brat you are, putting a love spell on your Spellman!

“Spellman.” What a cute name, but his monikers etymology has nothing to do with malicious magic.  The name Spellman is derived from the term “spiel man,” which means musician or entertainer. Your families are nothing like each other. His immediate family may have an interest in new age, spiritual things, but they are not interested in tapping into the demons from hell that your family does. The Spellman family’s tragic flaw is that they are too naive and too nice. They don’t practice malicious magic and they would not do that, so it has probably been very hard to believe and accept, that the sweet, charming woman, who was so in love with K, could be involved in something so sneaky, manipulative, brutal, and evil. Many people have never believed in the potential people have to harass and harm others through magic, until you messed with me. So, now you are being exposed, as the rich witch bitch that you are.

Sending me a direct message in Oceanside

 I think a humorous follower of my story may have been sending me a message this morning. Truth me told, Mr. S knew where I was living and how to reach me since we first met. He chose not to stop by. He chose not to ask for my phone number or chat me up in the daylight sober hours the entire time I have known of him.  He either enjoys stalking me and when I start showing interest in return, he loses his high. He may enjoy stringing me along and messing with my mind, getting my hopes up, only to disappoint me time and time again. He definitely gets an ego boost when I look flattered, oblivious to his flaws and red flags, and appearing to reciprocate his attraction and interest.

Every adult male following this story knows that Mr. S is a predator, who knows the I am a great potential target. I am reality challenged, so easily confused and possibly manipulated.  He is not Mr. Perfect. He never chose me. I should not wait around for L’s leftovers.  So anyway, back to when I was at breakfast in Oceanside this morning, we walked in the restaurant, sat down, ordered, and were waiting for our food when my phone rang. It was a telephone number from Oceanside that I didn’t recognize. I didn’t pick up. I sent it to voicemail and they didn’t leave a message. I do wonder if some guy recognized me and wanted to show me how easy it would be for a man to find your phone number if he wanted to make contact with you. It speaks volumes that K never actually called me or knocked on the front door where I was living before I got married. He’s just wasn’t that into me. I don’t think anything is different now. He has made it his life’s mission to humiliate me. That’s all.

His weird extreme hate…

You have got to be completely insane! I don’t want to second guess myself and I don’t want anyone to suggest that I put him on blast too quickly. Going to the police and speaking about my situation, may have been the catalyst which ended Evil E’s chance at a professional surfing career and it may have ended his brother R’s photography career in America. Whoops! They were so sneaky and so cocky about what they were doing. They thought that they were going to get away with messing with me, in secret, for the rest of my life. They were going to do whatever the hell they wanted with me and they were going to keep K hostage in his marriage forever basically. Now I am getting the vibe like, “well, you know, he has all the power right now. You have to be nice to him. You can’t say these things that anger him to him and about him, or on your blog. He might stop hexing you, if you stop insulting him” I thought about that for a second…then I saw E’s new instagram story and his new tattoos, which are most likely a huge swipe at me. Let’s see, there is a cow rushing towards the word “pasta.” Then, near his elbow, there is a half devil/half female face, whose crying eyes look very much like mine. Maybe I am the one obsessed with E.U. and I am assuming his shitty new tattoos were created, in my honor. I hope I am wrong. I hope that he is too busy focusing on his wellness and running through his jungle backyard, to be preoccupied with me and to go to the trouble of getting insulting and frightening tattoos of me. Please forget about me, sir! Enjoy your life in Venezuela and please end this horrible hex that connects me to you and your family.