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Enchanted Items

Today I am thankful for the crazy experiences that I have with my enchanted items. 


In 2007, I was given a box of creepy things left behind by a deceased Irish witch.  She willed a box of jewelry and three scary looking dolls to her niece.  It creeped the young lady out and she gave everything to me. 


The old woman left detailed notes on the objects. 


One was said to be a djinn in a 1920's era marcasite necklace.  I tried to connect with it and it promptly broke.

Another object in the box is a gold ring.  It was said to contain a fairy.  Her name is Merida. 


I had a dream of her today but will give the back story before telling you of the dream.  I'm not saying she is real but she is an entity that is real to my subconscious mind.


*****


I went to a mediator today who told me that my separation agreement was illegal.  She warned me to continue the divorce by asking for a new hearing date or risk losing everything. 

Why wouldn't the lawyer I hired to mediate the agreement tell me that?

It doesn't make sense. 

I came home with a splitting headache.  The thought of continued stalking and harassment weighed heavily on me. 


I don't know what to do. 


There are other things going on.  I started working again yesterday.  Mike's car allegedly broke down, so I had to stop what I was doing to pick up the kids.

It never ends.  Every time I get work, his car breaks down and I have to stop whatever I am doing to pick up Mike's stuff.   How can I get a job when I'm stuck here messing around with the same transportation issues we've had since 1992?  If his car isn't running, he'll need mine. 

How do I break out of this cycle so long as he lives here? 

I need to ask the djinn for a car. 

Okay, I need to ask a mechanic to help me find a car. 




Hey, it's worth a shot.

I need to do something. 
 

*****


I came home from my meeting with the mediator.  Mike was here.  I went to bed to get rid of my headache.


I closed my eyes and hallucinated a bunch of beautiful ribbons and a fairy dressed in green with a glowing wand.  She comes to me in dreams about twice a year.  I dream of Merida when I am sad or freaked out.  In the dreams, she sprinkles gold dust on me and I brainstorm solutions to my problems with her.

I find comfort in those dreams. 

Merida came to me in a dream today.  She was offended and demanded an offering of nine dimes. 


Okay....nine dimes, I can do that. 


I am to throw the dimes in the front yard.  Okay.....maybe some kid will need milk money and walk by the yard and find the dimes.  That's usually how my magick works.  I throw money outside and someone who needs it tends to find it. 


In the dream, Merida said I would break up with my best friend if I did not do so. 


I agreed in my dream.


It's only ninety cents. 

I awoke. 


I went to Facebook. 


My best friend referred to gay people as fairies!! 

He didn't say that exactly.  He said something about gay people and fairies needing social approval; it was a piss poor joke about the gay marriage debate. 

That is one issue I had to talk about a lot when I ran for office.  Marriage licenses came about due to racism.  I am seriously considering a run for the state house.  I'll get to talk about that again if I decide to run.  I'd prefer that marriages be the domain of religious entities, not the government.

My friend is of Scottish descent.  For a Scottish dude, he doesn't know a lot about the cultural beliefs about the luck fairies bring.  They don't need approval....seriously. 



Now, I don't know what offends me most.  First, I'm an Irish witch!!!  We are superstitious about fairies!!! 

We don't pair them with the sexual preferences of humans.  Unless one deals with succubi or incubi, it is bizarre to think about the sex lives of metaphorical entities. 

Second, my daughter is bi-sexual.  This is strike two for Steve.  He once referred to homosexuality as a perversion.  Now, he's calling homosexuals fairies.  Ugh!!! 


A perversion is tying a man up, dripping honey over his naked body and sucking it off until I milk him with my mouth.....I like perversions. 

Why are the well hung guys so insane? 
Maybe it is because their blood has further to travel from their brain?
I don't know. 




*****

I don't know......why am I in a hurry to fix my mess when this is the bullshit that awaits?

I just want the stalking to end and to be able to hold a job! 


That's it!!! 

Love won't work if the other person is making fun of my cultural beliefs and the sexual orientation of my children. 


I could love you more than anyone else in the world but if I cannot stand you, it won't work. 

I'm going to lay low for the next couple of days.  I am feeling doubtful that I will be divorced anytime soon. 

I'm very sad now. 

Love ya,


S. 









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