Witchcraft

Today I am thankful for witchcraft. 

Paganism is fairly empowering.  We worship gods and goddesses   Some are straight.  Some are gay.  All are beautiful and powerful.  The religion is about getting in touch with human archetypes.  We work to discover what god or goddess qualities dwell within our subconscious minds.  

When the city attorneys were hassling me, I was in my Kali phase. 

Two years ago, I asked Isis for help because I had no clue what I was supposed to do.  

Last year, I was praying to Lilith to help me get away from my version of Adam.  

In February, I promised to live like Aphrodite for a year.  She's been good to me.  

I'm failing miserably in keeping my promise.  

People who live like Aphrodite are supposed to give refuge and gifts to the hearts and bodies of men.  

Now, at the time, I made it clear I didn't have the intelligence to hang around more than one.  

I asked her to send the one person who was most deserving to me and I would do my best to reward him.  I had a vision, she would bring me someone who loves me and will treat me like an equal.  The visions I have during her meditations are fairly raunchy, so I can't share too much.  I'm usually on a beach.  She's in the water standing on a shell.  I'm being gifted a special pearl necklace, 

one that no one could ever find in a store.   

Sigh.. 

The guy Isis sent to me two years ago keeps coming back.  In fact, he generally contacts me during my invocations to Aphrodite on Friday nights.  Mine last several hours and go well into Saturday morning.  

This is crazy.  

He sent me an email with a link to the original version of this song on Friday night.  

I dunno....he doesn't know how many times I get called spooky due to my religion.  Psychics will hold some of my more interesting acquisitions from the middle east and jump.  

I have one necklace that will shock anyone that touches it, except me.  It is said to contain a Shaitan.   

The neat thing about collecting jewelry from haunted houses is that people will pay YOU to take it!  I've been given some nice jewelry doing that.    I have so much now that I'm trying to keep a written record of what each piece was said to be so that if I die, it doesn't fall into the wrong hands.  

Someone sent me an interesting bracelet made with skull beads last night.  It's supposed to hold dark magick spells for influence.  I don't know about that.  I do know that it sure looks spooky!

A witch made it for me, so I have to wear it and take a pic so she knows that I like it.  She sent me a bracelet with a purity spell when she heard I was going into politics; she thought that would save my soul.  

Isn't that sweet?

I'm making a meditation CD for one of her friends, so what we give comes back to us.  We share our stuff a lot in that community.  It's all good.  

I wore the spooky skull bracelet all day in public and no one said anything! 

When I put it on, I felt like shit.  I've spent the past couple of days in tears.  

I'm confused.  I'm hurting.  I'm crying myself to sleep.  I'm still having panic attacks.  

I'm angry because the Gods answered my prayers and I don't know what to do about it.  

I think I cry when new men hit on me.  I live in a world where I am undesirable.  I don't know what these people see.  I'm obese!!  I'm a size 12-14!!  Why are they hitting on me? 

When love is a feeling that develops from friendship, I understand that.  I don't understand sitting next to someone for the first time and wanting them.  

I can only handle one guy at a time.  

He's an ethical guy.  

And...uh...the court system is too damn slow.  

I can't do anything unethical with my friend or I'd fear losing him forever because he'd probably bury himself in a cloak of shame.  

How does one fix this mess?  

How can I get involved with my friend with this other crap dragging on? 

I may need a do-over.  I am not honoring Aphrodite at all.   

There is a song that reflects what I would fear would come to fruition if I don't get a handle on my emotion.  I need to get rid of the negative energy that is engulfing me before getting involved with anyone.  

When I go crazy, 

I.... go.... crazy.  

Look what happened when some chick in the city government made up a fake $500 tax and wanted me to get a business license for my mythical garage band. 

I went a little too far with that.  That lady inspired a tax hike fighting group.  We're still going strong.  

This year, we've got our work cut out for us  They want $25 million for local transportation and $1 billion for public schools.  

That stupid city lawyer had to ask me what I intended to do about their taxes, I showed her.  They should have given me my $500 back.  

If you knew me then, you'd know that I took it too far.   I stopped counting their losses when it hit $75,000,000. 

I've never lost a fight yet.  

Anyway....success in civics is not the same as success in love.  

I'd rather have the later.

Love ya,

S.