Hate-filled heart

 One (hate-filled heart unfortunately) followed me to The (very awesome) Ohana Festival yesterday. On the way to the festival, I saw Evil E drive past me with a clenched fist. Are you trying to scare me, Esteban. Gosh! They are the most jealous, hateful family that I have ever encountered! Get over it! Lee’s  “property” (her husband) wants nothing to do with her anymore. He is infatuated and very obsessed with me. He is in Carlsbad to get the hell away from her and to be close to me. I can’t blame him!

E! Your social media tells the story that you are busy living your best life in Venezuela. So why aren’t you? Don’t be such a hater, F.U.s and your minions. You are lucky that you didn’t enter the concert venue, in physical form, last night, Esteban. Virtually every other man there appeared to be an out of uniform police officer. I guarantee you that everyone there, as chill and eclectic as they are, do not think your cause is justified. Rather, most people view you to be a criminal. I am eagerly awaiting for criminal justice to be served to you. Anyway, I still had a fantastic night at the Ohana Festival! Shirley Manson really is a classic badass rock star! This song goes out to your loser cousin, Not sorry!

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The stars really came out last night, it was very awesome!

***To Lee and your new main bitch: Lets be clear! Anyone can tell you (who was actually at Ohana last night), that my jacket was too tight because of my big boobs and my bulging biceps. It wasn’t because of my stomach! I can see you and your bitch Lee can’t relate though. 

New spells I may be under

 I was perusing sister F. U’s Pinterest page and she is chanting and manifesting about becoming a money magnet. At first, I thought well good luck with that. It probably won’t work. Now I think that the F. U’s are hexing the opposite reality for me. Lately I have become addicted to shopping on Temu. Temu is like penny slots, I thought, this couldn’t hurt, because everything on the website is so cheap. Well much of what I ordered looked as cheap as it cost. I keep shopping and losing money to Temu. I know people make jokes about Temu, but it hasn’t been registering enough for me to quit shopping there. I need to return it all. I need money for Christmas presents every year, so this is not good. Maybe my online shopping problem wasn’t from a money wasting hex, but I blame all my bad luck on the F. U’S now.

Yesterday I had an epiphany that I should really never eat ice cream again. I love dairy. I always have. But since the F. U’s started killing all of the simple joys in my life, I think it’s best to avoid eating dairy. I went to the grocery store and bought supposedly nondairy ice cream and dairy or not, I blew up like a balloon for the next two hours. I tried to go jogging within 45 minutes of eating an Ice cream bar and I subsequently went outside feeling and looking so fat. It seemed to have undone the appearance of any weight loss I had attained, all because of one serving of nondairy ice cream. I will throw away the rest of the ice cream. I just don’t want to deal with extreme uncomfortable and unsightly bloating. The F. U.’s will have to find a different way to break my stride. They honestly have no life. I can deal with one small hurtful annoying hex, but it’s just been so many tiny to large scale aggravating harassing painful hexes, filling my days and years, that I definitely feel sorry for myself.

 I don’t bother telling people about my troubles anymore, because no one can help me, but me. I’m in this by myself, in terms of emotional support, because no one has the time to listen to me, nor do they believe me. I don’t want to go to the mental hospital again. I want the police to stop my enemies from hexing me.  No one has even confirmed that they believe a word I am saying, so nothing has changed for the better, in this regard. I remain here, trapped in a hex, with my sworn enemies, who have an extensive amount of Palo Santo skills and free time. Unlucky me!

I banish you from my life!

 

Here I am posing with the moon water I am making for the oncoming Blood/Corn Full Moon, with an eclipse twist. I was born on a full moon, which may be why I walk through chaos, as calmly as I do. I just bought a cute new glass bottle for my moon water, so I feel better about that. I do have the fakest smile of every picture I have ever posted online here. I can’t fake cosplay or joke about trying my hand at light pagan rituals or witchcraft lite, as I would like to refer to it. I resent having to go to this trouble, to protect myself and slink to your level. This honestly sucks! As you can see in this picture, I am sick and tired of my witchcraft practicing enemies, messing with me, my life, and the lives of those around me. Who do you think you are? “Sit down! Be humble!” Turn about is fair play, but I actually want law enforcement to handle you.

You may have other certain witches, sweating bullets over the possibility of having their witchcraft practices policed, thanks to me using my voice and getting my awesome allies, to ensure this happens. Sorry, not sorry, witches, Wiccan's, and all other malicious magic practitioners. I see the haters, who align themselves with you. They act like you are doing nothing wrong and I am the evil one. Who do you know who works at Spirit Halloween, F. U. family? Your people want a visit from you. Good luck to them! Walk a mile in my shoes, haters! Me and my daughter were absolutely the only customers in your cheap, crappy store. I hate your d.j. We lasted two songs. “Brick house”, the song used so well, for fat shaming plus size female customers and then “You’re an evil woman,” that crusty song from the 1970’s. Bitches! We left without buying anything, as very justified karma to the employees of Spirit Halloween Encinitas. Don’t tell me their playlist was random either. F. U. all too! I really can’t tell if Evil E put me in a trance to ruin this picture or if I have had a very busy day and my melatonin is kicking in. Evil E wakes me up multiple times every night. No rest for me, because of the wicked. Please get a life, Evil E! I’m not your woman or your bitch. Don’t you want to marry a wife and get on with your life in Venezuela? Sheesh! Don’t let your bitterness over certain unfortunate events that burned you here, run your life. Make the best of your life there, o.k?

**People on TikTok are saying don’t make moon water or charge your crystals for this particular moon because it has wild energy. Should we all hide from the moon then? Well I will at least. I’m exhausted and about to crash out. I had no intention of going outside my house anyway. I m ready for bed at 7:30. Pm

Anger with the people closest to me lying to me and playing games with me

 I am so angry at all of my so called friends and family members, who are lying and playing games with me, regarding this hex. I mean everyone has heard my complaints. They either don’t believe me or they are so wrapped up in their own trivial issues, that they just don’t give a rip what I am going through. It’s hard to get sympathy and support for your struggles from self centered narcissists. I am surrounded by narcissists, I believe. They are not as bad as the F.U.’s though. No one in my circle is evil, so that’s a win.

I have been called out for my anger lately and for my critical words. The people around me are banding together. I believe that my brother and my college stalker K have been in communication for years. My college stalker K, speaks to many people in my circle, and they are keeping it a secret from me. I never considered myself a jealous person. I don’t want to wrestle with any negative toxic mental roller coaster feelings. Loving a Leo can’t be easy! He’s trying to mess with my mind and make me jealous. He is a fire sign. Dear God, what have I gotten myself into?

Evil E and my brother have fragile male egos and can’t take criticism or ridicule. Neither can K, I am assuming. I never ridiculed my husband. I am a 50 year old adult woman. I don’t do that! Certain things you just don’t say out loud to people. I am being pushed to the brink, so please forgive my biting words and get over it!

Am I really the villain here anyway? I posted a few years ago that Evil E reminded me of the character Inigo Montoya from The Princess Bride movie. K is definitely the blonde prince. Evil E didn’t like hearing that. 

***This may be out of pocket, but I just want to say that I think Evil E and the F.U’s killed K’s father, with their malicious magic. Their own father had a cancer battle a few years before January of 2013, when K’s father passed away. I think the F. U’s dad survived his cancer though.  Does K’s dad’s spirit reside in G now? Did their souls swap bodies, like in The Skeleton Key movie? What a terrible thought! Did you know that the Friday before K’s Dad passed away was Friday the 13th? I was hearing voices that day.

Here is my post from Friday the 13th, in January of 2023.  Long story short. I think they planned to give K’s dad a heart attack, as retaliation for a passing drive by flirtation with me and for K getting more serious about leaving L for me. That’s my sad and scary epiphany of the moment.

Reasons I believe this hex has changed me.

 1. I really believe in magic now. 

2. I am willing to experiment with witchy things, to see if making moon water and wearing crystals can help to cleanse and protect me.

3. I accept the inability to control my circumstances. 

4. I realize that I need to and can use breath work/self soothing techniques, in times of stress. 

5. I let go of the opinions, judgments, words, and actions of others.

6. I have spent 50 years of my life, worried about disappointing others and of their negative opinions of me. That behavior pattern does not serve me, so I close the door on that. True happiness, healing, and living authentically are my new mantra. 

Who cares what other people think? Maybe I am a witch, at heart, so who am I to judge? I can wear evil eye repelling jewelry, if I want to. I can love who I love. I am free to enjoy any exploration that comes to mind.

***Here is a picture of my magical protection cat Halloween decoration, that is already sitting outside our front door. I may keep it outside my doorway year round. Also, I decided to make moon water last night, during the Black Moon, and bathed in it tonight. I am manifesting a restful and healing night of sleep tonight!

I guess I chose the right doctor

 A work from home radiologist sounds like the perfect doctor husband for me.

One of my doctors referred me to hematology, because my blood results came back weird. My iron was low. The results concluded that I was possibly anemic, so they wanted me to take iron and get more blood work done today. Being referred to a hematologist, spiked my already high anxiety. I always assume the worst. Hematologists deal with blood related cancers, so you have to go to a cancer center, to see your doctor. Freak me the hell out! My joke to the doctor was that “seeing a hematologist is very disconcerting. It could be anemia. It could be leukemia.” I have an uncle who died of leukemia, so I definitely went to that place mentally. My blood results already came back though, and I am no longer anemic, so the iron supplement worked. 

As I was driving out of the parking structure, I witnessed a woman yelling at a doctor, pointing her finger at him, because her loved one’s cancer metastasized. He was apologizing to her profusely. I was frightened for him. Thank God my man, K, didn’t decide to be an oncology doctor! Cancer is no joke! I can only imagine the stress of dealing directly with patients who are in such dire situations. life or death, is as stressful as it gets. Dealing with patients and their families, coping with cancer, the when emotions are running high sounds stressful. When the cancer is winning, they will blame you! There is a potential for danger, in the medical field. Thank you, doctors, for your service! 

***Im predicting now that, even if I die of cancer, sneaky Evil E and the F. U. family had something to do with it. 

I told random people this on the beach in 2013

 If the police would just investigate instances where someone claims to have suffered from voodoo and Santeria magic, it could help prevent and solve many previously unsolved crimes. Palo Santo-esque practices could change the military completely. Evil E hits me from a distance. If the military looked into using his techniques, serving in the military may no longer necessarily involve deploying for service.  Serving in the military could transition into a work from home job. You could “hit ‘em from home,” like Evil E does. Hitting a stuffed voodoo doll, in your bedroom, sounds like a punk move, but it’s the safest and sneakiest assault imaginable. Evil E can read my mind. He knows what I am thinking, doing, and planning on doing, at all times. All the while, he harasses me, manipulates me, makes never ending insulting comments to me. He plays psychological warfare with me. I am his tortured prisoner. It seems like Santeria makes acquiring counter intelligence, getting critical details of your target very easy. 

I am not sure how he initially hexed me and why he continues to harass me, for the past decade. I am definitely impatient for my harassment, abuse, and manipulation to end. Malicious magic has been un-policed for so long. I never understood why. It’s about time someone investigated the public’s claims and rumors of injury or death, by magical means. My story is a hard to believe one, but it is a true story. Hopefully people start to pay more attention to the pleas of people suffering the way I am.