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.
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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.
I'll keep you apprised.
Love ya,
S.