Broken Dolls and Witches

Today I am thankful for my coven and a handsome over-protective Shaman. 

Shaman is probably the worst word to describe him.

Never call him a warlock.

That's offensive.

He's a necromancer.

Nonetheless, he's promised to fix the stalking issue for me. 

As has one of my witchy friends. 

I think it's time. 

Let me tell you why....

I was sent to the emergency room because I had symptoms of a heart attack. I think it is due to the stress of dealing with a problem without end.  There are things going on I do not write about.

I should....but I don't.

The doctors stabilized me.

They gave me drugs.

They eventually sent me home.  My usually low blood pressure was unusually high. 

I came home.

I slept a day. 

I awoke and looked out the window. 

As I looked outside of the window  where the smoking man stood by as he turned on the water a few weeks ago. 

I saw one of my dolls on the grass. 

She was laying there.....about five feet from the porch.

She'd been broken. 

It wasn't like that when I left for the hospital.


Let me explain....

I have two whiskey barrels on either side of the porch.

Each barrel is filled with spelled herbs.

The one close to the door has female empowered herbs (like rosemary).  To balance the energy, I placed a male scarecrow doll affixed to a 12" wooden spike in the bucket.

The other bucket was intended for male empowered herbs (like basil).  I placed a matching female scarecrow doll in that bucket.

It would appear that someone yanked the female doll out of the bucket, bent the wooden spike to the point it partially broke and threw the doll on the grass about 5' away from the barrel.  The person must have stomped on it.  There is a really big footprint on it


(ooooh....a footprint ......I can do some nasty voodoo with that.....hmmmmm).



I don't know if I should take that as a threat.

I am getting annoyed.....very annoyed. 

For some damn reason, the wifi was out and my camera wasn't working.

It would appear that some asshole skated away from arrest that day. 

My paychecks have gone missing out of the mailbox, too.  I pray the f*cker cashes them so I can have his a$$ bent over a bar of soap in the local pokey....

pokey...pokey....

Thank goodness for friends in dark places. 

Love ya,

S. 

P.S.  Oh...I've had an unusually high number of tires with screws in them of late.  Mr. stalker needs to be careful if he parks in front of my driveway.  I think that is where the screws originate because I've picked a couple of them up. 

I wonder who put them there in the first place? 

Ugh...

Stalking....that's really going to help me keep a relationship with my ex or any member of his family....


uh...

NO!