Today I am thankful I learned my computer or phone must be hacked.
I'm dumping both my android phone and my windows laptop.
I'm tired of the stupid games.
I emailed my divorce lawyer on my laptop a little over a month ago.
His legal assistant called my android phone several times.
We played phone tag.
Finally, I received a phone call from the lawyer's number about ten days ago.
The woman that called asked me a lot of personal questions about myself and my ex-husband.
The person said that they could not help me come up with a plan to remove my ex from the house or help with anything. They also told me mediation wouldn't work.
They gave me a weird number to call.
I thought the matter was settled.
They couldn't help me.
I needed a new lawyer.
Well......I did until Michael lost his job.
Now, I'm stuck.
The weird thing is that the real legal assistant called yesterday. Again, the phone number registered the same.
She said that she never spoke to me.
There is no record of anyone from her office calling me.
The number the first caller gave me wasn't hers.
The lawyer can help.
Eventually......
I should wait for Michael to get a job to save up enough money to move out.
I'm very depressed about the whole thing.
The legal assistant doesn't think that a stalker would go to such lengths to get information.
I explained to her that I've had fake insurance agents come to my door demanding entrance into my home. I've had fake cable installers.
Why wouldn't they pretend to be my lawyer's legal assistant?
The real legal assistant had some good advice for me, though.
She told me to focus on what I want.
I want the stalking to end.
She said that I need to do whatever it took to make it so.
Today I am unsure if I'm thankful that I cast the spell to chase my stalker off.
Ask me again in three months.
I have a job that pays $30K a year. I only work on the weekends.
It's okay.
I'm trying to rebuild my therapy practice during the week.....
the key word here is....trying.
Enter the stalking....the craziness....the gps boxes on my vehicles, the spy-ware on the computers and phones, the in-laws who just seem to know where I'm going to be and get a thrill out of watching me slurp coffee.....
I'm still a little freaked out.
My blood pressure is through the roof.
I'm sucking down Kombucha tea like it's going out of style.
My boss says that my job is permanent. HR says it is temporary.
I have no insurance, so I'm self-medicating.
All I wanted to do is make the stress and the stalking stop.
So........
I smeared pepper oil on a black candle and wished for the stalking to end in a way where no one died.
Then.....
life got incredibly weird.
Really....super....crazy weird.
I put the candle remnants in a paper bag and set it on the dash of my car in the early morning. By 10:00 a.m., the wax had melted out of the bag and onto a rug in my car forming a face that resembled Michael.
I took pictures.
I still can't figure out how to upload them.
Michael starts coming home from work saying that other auditors were taking black-lights to company equipment looking for biological material.
I asked......were they looking for semen? were they looking for urine?
He said they were looking for bugs.
I don't know.
He was fired the very next day.
Please.....please.....I don't want to hear anything about it, especially if they were looking for semen or something.
The last time Mike was fired, I learned some crazy crap about the city I live in (illegal crap) and my ex-husband.
I cast a spell to learn the truth.
I wound up running a political campaign.
Long story.......
In sum.....I don't want to know.
As of right now, I regret casting the spell because now I am the sole wage earning in a household of FIVE. Michael gets the tax credits. I claim zero. I don't really bring home enough money to take care of everybody without help (e.g. child support).
Soooo.......I don't know.
Michael will never be able to move out at this rate. Whenever we get close to his move out date, something stupid happens - he doesn't like the guy I'm dating, he falls out of a tractor trailer and breaks his hand, he loses his job....it's always SOMETHING!
Sigh.....
I'm thinking of putting the house on the market despite the disrepair that it is in.
So....I should have heeded my own advice. Don't cast spells.
Now....on the bright side.....he is fishing for a job 1,100 miles away. If something snags his line and he moves away, maybe I'll change my mind.
For now, I'll share my best advice.....pray....don't cast.
Today I am thankful that it's fall. Wax is cheap in the fall. That make it so much easier to make candles.
It's been about seven years since I cast a spell to protect the local police department. Unless someone moved the hematite I placed in the parking garage, they should be okay.
I had a premonition of arson. In the dream, people in a parking garage stairwell were caught and couldn't get out. I put hematite around the parking garage and in the city building.
Then I cast a spell.
I was caught casting it by a well known officer. He caught me watering a young tree with a potion.
For many years, that tree grew larger than the rest.
Truth be told, I don't know if the spell worked or not. We never really know. It's just superstition. Spells are just acts of faith.
We've had some crazy crap happen out here. No officers were killed.
Maybe it worked.
I do know that it freaked the holy heck out of the people I knew.
I guess I'll do it again.
I'm not sure which one to cast. The first one took seven days. I ended it by asking the departed officers to keep watch on the living ones.
This one won't take so long.
So.....I'm just going to say one thing. If you find an offering of flowers at the site of the memorial. Please let it stay for three days or until it starts looking....uh...disrespectful. I don't like flowers because they eventually wilt. Maybe I'll do something else.
I may just do what I did last time and make a potion and poor it on the ground. I have numerous St. Michael candles and a Rose of Jericho. Maybe I'll post the spell below for everyone else to do, too.
That might do the trick.
I also need to make more brown and black candles.
I did cast a spell two years ago to catch a rapist. He was caught the next day.
I'll do something tonight to try to ask the powers that be to help catch the goon in the video.
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The guy in the video sounds familiar. That kind of hatred is new to me.
I dated a slacktavist Anarchist a little over a year ago.
He had a weird little friend.
He would attack me whenever I defended the police.
He was an intense little man.
I'm intense.
This guy is worse.
He seemed to be shocked I didn't know who he was. He was upset when other people sprung to my defense and they didn't know who he was.
I detected a tad bit of narcissism.
He didn't know who I was either and told me I never did anything to be involved in Libertarian issues.
That was cute.
I think he was just repeating what Steve told him.
He also wrote about his belief that libertarians (big and small) hate the police department.
Um......no!
There are legitimate functions of government. They just need to be smaller.
We don't need to be killing people who, deep in their hearts, believe they are doing the right things for their community.
Remember.....MOST police officers will run into a barrage of bullets when you are running out.
They deserve respect.
They shouldn't get to shoot or arrest a$$holes who don't understand that.
Eventually, the a-holes will grow up.
*******
I run one of the county affiliate Facebook pages for a third party. This guy was an admin on a cop hate Facebook page. It has a lot of followers. This guy lives in the same state where this threat was made.
I believe I may have met him in Denver.
This guy would post on our Facebook page. I'd try to engage him in conversation, educate him about Libertarianism and he would bring his cop hater friends to the party. Either he stopped posting to my page -or- he's blocked me from seeing his posts.
Either way - this guy really hates the police.
He swore up and down that they didn't investigate their own. I KNOW for a FACT they do.
He swore up and down that they don't listen to the public. Again, I KNOW for a FACT the local police department does.
His friends scare me a little. One claimed to be a former cop.
This guy was mad because someone posing as a cop threatened to rape a kid on his page. He posted a screenshot of that threat on the page I now run.
I reported it to the police agency tasked with dealing with internet threats against children.
This guy wouldn't cooperate and was pissed at me because I told the police.
I think he made the threat up for attention.
He couldn't understand that many cops have kids and would not turn a blind eye to sexual assault on a minor.
That is the problem. He doesn't view peace officers as human beings.
In my opinion, that makes him dangerous.
Who am I to judge?
*****
I wonder.......
Are people like that the likely suspects?
Or are people like Steve.....slackavists who sit at home and do NOTHING more apt to harass anyone on the phone?
It's not Steve. That's not his voice.
Would dangerous people who threaten police officers hang out on Facebook pages threatening cops?
Could the man in this recording be a fan of one of these stupid pages?
Now I find myself thinking about all the irrational cop haters I've ever met.
Do I know him?
Did this guy have a slight accent? I hear it.....I hear an accent in this recording.
It is mid-western?
Or southern?
It sounds rehearsed.
The statement sounds read.
It sounds.....familiar.
Maybe there is a post to that effect online?
I guess one would have to use the Way Back Machine to find it now, huh? The phone message has spread like wildfire.
I want to make sure it is no one I know.
He was really upset I didn't know who he was. This is the type of thing an attention seeker would pull.
I thought that it was strange that he expected me to know who he was even though he was hiding behind a pseudonym.
I know his face. I've seen him before. I don't remember his real name.
I think that whoever made that threat believes himself to be part of a group. Could they be grouping online? I'm sure the police know that cray cray anti-cop haters hang out together on social media.
This guy is not an Anarchist.
He's a punk.
Whoever did this is a punk.
*****
All lives matter.
So, as crazy as it sounds, I'm going to do the only thing I'm good at.....lighting candles, mixing potions and asking otherworldly entities for favors.
I'll let the local PD know if I meet anyone bragging about freaky phone calls during Wednesday liberty meetings at bars in Cherry Creek. Drunk People tell professional hypnotists the darndest things.
The spell may not work but at least I'd feel like I'm praying or somethin'.
Love ya,
Cray Cray Witchy S.
SPELLS:
I assume that most peace officers and first responders of faith are Christian. Anything I do must be Christian based.
St. Michael Easy Spell:
For this one.....just go to Kroger or Wally-World Wal-Mart and get a Red St. Michael candle.
Light it and pray to your God. See everyone safe and sound. See them coming home at night. See the offender getting arrested without harm to anyone.
Stay positive.
Either snuff the candle out -or- find a safe place to put it. I use a Christmas size pop-corn tin full of kitty litter to keep my candles from tipping over.
Spells are just prayers with candles.
That's it.
St. Michael likes cinnamon. Sprinkle some cinnamon into the flame......just not too much, or you'll extinguish the flame. He also likes roses. You can mix the smells if you want. Sometimes I like to mix cinnamon oil with rose oil and rub it on the candle glass in a clockwise motion around the candle. Cinnamon oil can burn your skin...so be careful.
I do more intricate spells. This should suffice. I don't want to offend people of the Christian faith.
I'm sure you can find more complex spells online. You can always combine this with chants, the reading of Psalms and Fiery Wall of Protection oil.
2. Rose of Jericho Spell
If you can find one, get a rose of Jericho plant and put it in a bowl of water. It will bloom. Save the water and sprinkle it where you want protection and peace.
Let it dry out and save it. You can repeat the spell over and over again.
3. The No-Spell Spell
Buy St. Michael medallions and give them to police officers willing to accept them.
*****
Christians don't believe in summoning demons or other weird stuff. They do believe in prayer. Some don't like St. Michael others do. For prayer to work, you must do what feels right to you.
Today I am thankful for being schooled in the dark arts.
I nearly asked my necromancer buddy to cast the spell.
I nearly asked my gray arts friend to cast it. She doesn't live here. She doesn't know bad things are.
I know another djinn mistress who seems to have a way with getting dark wishes granted. She offered to help. I allegedly have over 400 djinn. I've given them the task of helping the poor as a means to gain favor with Allah. I guess I could ask them to save drowning children escaping civil war. If djinn are real, I'm sure their true master would be Allah. Allah must be pained by the deaths of innocents.
My close witchy friends don't want to touch the spell, they are so angry that they feared what would happen if they lit the candles.
I need to do something.
******
I decided to cast the same spell I cast twice before.
The one in which my father-in-law died before the black votive burned down.
The one that was cast the day Shannon died.
That one.....
This time....
I used the oil given to me by a witch that stood nearby when my former brother-in-law, Bill, was harassing me at a metaphysical fair.
It was a banishing oil made of peppers.
I used a black candle votive a second time.
I changed the wording.
I no longer wanted to stop the person stalking me.
This time......the wish simply was to banish anyone stalking me with mal-intent.
The results were scary.
I put the candle in my caldron and lit it.
Then I went to work.
Twelve hours later I returned to find that my candle had melted into a circle with six legs extended from the 3:00 position.
That's not really a good omen.
It means there are six issues extending from a single source.
It also means I'm going to have to cast the spell at least twice more to extinguish the stalking.
That's not a problem.
That night, I scooped up the candle remnants and put them in a brown paper bag.
I put the bag on the dash in my car with the intent of driving them to a trash can by Doug's home (very close to mine) to dispose of them.
I went to bed.
I awoke the next morning to find that the candle remnants had melted, coating the bag with black wax and dripping onto one of the floor mats.
The newly melted wax had left the image of a man's face.
I'm a little creeped out.
I can't figure out how to upload pictures to blogger as the application on this domain seems to be corroded.
I'll share if I can.
It's a little creepy.
I should have paid someone to do cast the spell for me.
I suck at spell casting. The results are NEVER good......ever.....
I should have learned that lesson when I wanted to know the mayor's secrets and wound up running for his seat.....
While I was at it, I tried to break the spell.
I still hear sh!t about the new mayor that I don't believe.
I won't believe it.
I won't repeat it.
It's just gossip.
It's probably not true.
It's none of my business.....
NONE at ALL!
I should know enough not to mess with fate.
It'll be interesting to see what happens in the next 12 weeks.
