State Laws that Put Women at Risk

Today I am thankful that I investigated State Law.

Apparently, men who still live in the same home as their ex wives don't have to pay child support.

It doesn't matter if they contribute to the home or not.

It doesn't matter if they refuse to move out despite court orders. 

All that matters is that they share your address.

This explains why he won't move.

I get it now!!

He's avoiding child support.

Interesting....

It would seem that the state is giving stalkerish men reasons to harass the ex and avoid moving out.

It all makes sense now. 

I may have to get a contempt citation after all as he won't discuss moving out and refused to fill out the paperwork needed for mediation.  I don't want to get a restraining order or site him for contempt because I'm not sure what harm that could pose for his future.

Why would the state have such a stupid law on the books?  I thought if I started collecting child support, he'd see that I was serious about moving on with my life and move the heck out of my house.

He's not working.  It's not like they can collect it. If I put him on the child support registry, he will qualify for job search help from the state.

I thought it would help me get him out of the house. 

He is promising to move out within a week of getting a job.

We'll see.

He did file a Quit Claim deed today, so the house officially belongs to me now.

I can start repairing it now. 

That helps. 

Sigh....

Love ya,

S.

A Difference Between Paganism and Christianity

Today I am thankful for a former state Representative.

He taught me something last week.

I can't name him but I can share what he shared with me.

Christians fight evil with prayer. 

Hmmmm.......

That's a new idea to me. 

I think of the countless people who prayed in Nazi Germany - what good did it do them?

I had a Christian man pray for me.  I had a bad morning.  I was terrified that I would come home to dead children and my wacko ex. I was in tears and debating on taking a day off to go to the courthouse and get a restraining order.

A Christian man immediately stopped what he was doing and prayed for me.

No....my skin didn't burn and demons didn't cause me to writhe in pain.

I remembered what the former lawmaker said.

Don't act....just pray. 

Fighting dark with light?  That's a weird concept for me.

As a Pagan, I believe that black magick (evil) can only be fought with black magick (evil).

White magick (goodness) tends to be stronger than black magick.  It just takes longer to take hold. It's not a good choice to use in a dangerous situation.

Black magick is powerful, quick and very short lived.

In many cases, Black magick is manipulative; It'll fail when the subject of the magick catches on or the truth comes out. 

There have been times when I've used a combination of the two.  As long as my intention is not evil but towards the betterment of all involved, the effects tend to be lasting.  Manipulation also messes up gray magick.  Doing anything that forces someone to take an action is black magick because it is manipulative.

Anything that robs a person of free will or is coercive is black magick.  It is evil.  In my mind, it is evil whether or not it is a spell, a law, an action - anything that one works to harm or manipulate another is evil. Some laws may as well be black magick.

Hmmm......

I am intrigued by the idea of fighting evil with goodness. 

How does one ward off a stalker? 

I think the prayers are working. 

My ex took me off of the marital checking account (three years too late).

He promised to sign a Quick Claim Deed tomorrow (again three years after he was supposed to sign it).

I found a decent KeyScrambler (not sure if it will work with a hardware keylogger, though). 

I found a way to defeat the Rolljam in the garage. 

I'm still freaked out that keys went missing but it does seem that some progress has been made and I haven't had to light a candle. 

Maybe, I'll try it the Christian way.

It's hard for me, though.

I believe in Jesus.

I believe Jesus is Horus.

I believe Jesus is Apollo. 

I believe that God sent his son to many cultures who gave him many names. 

I'm not sure my Jesus is the same Jesus that the Christians believe in.

I'd defend their religion to my death just as I defend my Muslim friends.

The propaganda towards Muslims is irritating.  They often mix up religion with political regimes who use religion to control their people. 

That's not the way it works.  We don't blame all Christians due to the behavior of a few cult leaders, do we? 

I had a Christan man claim that Allah is a moon goddess, so the religion is Satanic in nature.

In Paganism,

Isis is the Madonna. 
She is the mother of Horus. 
She is the moon goddess.

Ugh.....

I'm wondering if it is the worship of the feminine aspect that makes one Satanic in the eyes of Christians.

It's such an unbalanced religion. 

I'll try solving this issue their way.....

I'll try fighting the darkness with light.

I'll let you know what happens.

Love ya,

S. 

Am I a Ghost?

Today I am thankful for the premonitions of another therapist.

She told me that she thinks I'm going to be murdered.  She asked me to do whatever it takes to stay safe. 

In taking to her today, I got the sense that she thought today was going to be the last  time she saw me alive. 

She's afraid for me. 

She thinks Michael is going to murder me when the day comes for him to move out of the house. 

I feel it, too. 

I can't go to the local domestic violence safe house.  My daughter just turned 18.  The safe house told me that they'd turn her away. 

******

I wish I knew what I was dealing with. 

I don't. 

Yeah, I'm angry. 

I joke about my religion. 

I guess I can go to Hades. 

Or go be with Osiris and tell him about the US Media and government harassing people who honor his wife.

Death doesn't scare me. 

My children being harmed scares me. 

I actually spent my day pricing Tasers.

Guns appear to be cheaper. 

****

Again, I asked Michael what was going on. 

Again, he denied knowing anything about his family bugging me, why my computer was taken apart, why I'm finding the screws to my laptop around the house, or why the garage door seemingly opens by itself in the middle of the night. 

I know he's lying. 

I am in a rage right now. 

A slow silent scary rage. 

One where I whisper.

He looked scared. 

I probably sounded scary. 

If I could define the feeling I feel....it is panic...the words that describe this panic would be "kill or be killed."

I asked him to get out of my house and my life. 

He said "no." 

He has nowhere to go. 

I wasn't really asking.....I was demanding that he leave. 

He says no. 

He starts to cry. 

He claims to be a victim of his family. 

He won't seek help for his victimhood. 

He doesn't act like a stalking victim.

He acts like a stalker. 

I've tried to get him into mediation the past four months. 

He promises to fill out the paperwork. 

He never does. 

Worse....

he's now telling me that he doesn't want to move out because he wants to keep me safe from his family. 

I don't know that his family is acting alone. 

They're getting their information somewhere.

In the past, they got it from Michael. 

It's not adding up. 

I'm scared. 

It's probably time for a restraining order. 

Michael doesn't want to leave my house or my life.

When I try to leave, he tells me "no."  He says it's my house as per the divorce decree. The problem is that he's not honoring the divorce agreement...at all. 

*****

I'm losing my mind. 

I guess I had better start honoring my faith. 

I hate liars. 

I really do. 

Kill or be killed.

It's weird when people act like you're going to die. 

I have got to find a way out of here.

I find myself cleaning up my office and room for the police. 

That's why I started writing these blogs in the first place.

Things got bad. 

I've been stalked over 24 years now. 

Michael blamed my high school sweetheart. 

He knew of Tom because I went to school with his best friend and cousins.  Tom and I were best friends in high school.  After I graduated, Michael's cousins and our mutual friend insisted that Tom wore ball gowns and was gay.  Truth be told, Tom was very religious back in the day - to the point his willpower was much stronger than his libido.  I, quite honestly, don't really know.  He only was sexual with me when I was really hurting and he wanted to comfort me (due to the suicide of my step-father).  For years, Michael would make fun of men in dresses and call them Tom.  It took me 8 years to realize who he was talking about.  He was chewed out royally as a beautiful African American man in a pink ball gown pranced in front of our car.  You know what, he wore it better than I could!    The truth of the matter is, love is love.  You love people for who they are - no matter what they wear or who they are.  That must have pissed Michael off to no end. 

Then, after blaming Tom, Michael blamed my ex-husband. My ex-husband liked to take me to court for silly stuff.  My ex-husband and I had a strange 18 month relationship.  He was seeing a woman that he called his best friend throughout our relationship.  His friend was ten years older than I.  His mother didn't approve.  I was the relationship his mother knew about and one day, while visiting his mother, he had a minister waiting for me.  I hid in the bathroom for hours trying to avoid what she'd planned.  We were 1,500 miles away from home.  I needed to get home. He would beat me to go see his lover.  He put me in the hospital one too many times, I left.  He married her.  She would call me to ask how to handle his beatings. It broke my heart.  He stopped suing me in 2004 when I hired a damn good lawyer who saw through his crap. 

Then Michael blamed the city.

The City Attorney stole my money and had an assistant challenge me in a phone call.  Hint - never admit to violating Federal law, steal $500 from a redheaded witch and then say "you think you're all that. What are you going to do about it?"  That brat slammed the phone down. 

Her name is Stacy. She was as transparent as Glass. She reminds me of a filthy street in Denver we call Evans.

I wonder if she knows why those tax hikes failed? 

Stupid lawyer.

Don't challenge people you don't know. You never know if they are covert hypnotist experts wanting to try dark techniques.  You also don't know if they have political connections.

That's not what pissed me off.  She lied about me in an unemployment hearing. I wouldn't have believed it if I didn't read it for myself in the court transcripts.  I went off like a firework.  If you make the mistake of attacking a stranger - only do it ONCE! 

(((( author grins ))))

I'm going to get my money back.  I save $50 a year in taxes. I have to fight a heck of a lot more tax hikes to get the money back they stole.  They stole another $500 a few years later.  Michael took $10,000 out of my retirement account to pay that $500 AFTER WE WERE DIVORCED.

I'll get that money back, too. 

*****. 

Last year, Michael tried blaming Steve.  Yeah, Steve did threaten to stalk me in text and email messages.  He also threatened to get a restraining order against me because I refused to talk to him.  He did have a young girl telephone a lot, too.  Steve doesn't drive.  He doesn't have the ability to stalk me.  He's also settled himself into some of my political groups - I quit going to those meetings.  He does not have the transportation required to do the things that have been going on.  He also wasn't around in January of 1992 when these things first started. 

Now Michael blames his family.

His family hasn't threatened to kill anyone.  He has.  He has threatened to kill his mother.  His family hasn't stolen money from me.  He has. 

He still claims his family is behind the stalking and the property damage.  Yes, I have caught them stalking me.  I have caught them damaging my property.  People tell me that his brother, sister, mother and a cousin spread gossip about me.  His brother, damn him, destroyed a 1970's era pinball machine.  I have what is left of it.  It is a relic from my childhood.   They're doing some of it.  I just don't know if Michael is asking them to do it.  He once claimed he sent his sister a key to our home and told her to come in any time.  He may have asked William to tear apart the pin ball machine.  He may have asked Doug and Shannon to keep tabs on me and Tom as we drank tea at a local restaurant.

I don't know. 

Most of these people did very nasty and hurtful things to me at some point in time.  With the exception of Tom, I believed Michael when he claimed they were the ones cutting my transmission hoses, tearing up the property, banging on the door, stealing money, spreading gossip and so on.

The truth of the matter is, I don't know who is doing what....

I have pretty much documented everything that has happened to me since 2007 on this Blogger account.

If there is a need for justice, I'm sure the authorities can figure it out. 

I guess I should take out a life insurance policy and put together a will giving the house and money to the person who gets the children.

This is weird....

I'm inadvertently living my mother's life. 

She died at the hands of my step-father. He killed himself in '87.  The suicide note claimed guilt for killing my mother.  The coroner said he had stage four lung cancer.  The cancer is probably the reason he took himself out. 

I thought I'd never be in the same situation. 

The detective told me that stalkers are always the person you'd least expect. 

I'm incredibly shocked at what has happened....hurt and shocked. 

I'll see what magick I can pull out of my ass in the next few hours. 

I'm at my personal full moon and I am angry.  Society calls it PMS.  Witches call it our full moon - the time when we seek justice for the crap we put up with. 

It's the best time to cast a protection spell. 

Love ya,

S. 

Flag This, NSA

Today I am disgusted by the NSA and Paypal.

I am Pagan. 

One of my favorite deities is the Goddess Isis. 

In Christianity, Isis would be the equivalent of Mary, the mother of Jesus. 

I made a purchase of a necklace to remind me of her archetype and of the gifts she gives to mankind....

the gifts of love,

the gift of life....

Paypal is holding my money because they want to send the transaction to the NSA to review before paying the artist who created the necklace. 

I'm disgusted. 

Well....it seems I need to get back to being the witch I truly am.

Tonight I'm too busy playing with my calamus, vetiver, bergamot and licorice root to find a remedy for this situation. 

While I'm grinding the herbs with my mortar and pestle, I'll make an extra batch.....

These herbs make an odorless perfume that compels people to do your bidding. 

I'm using it to try to convince someone to honor a certain legal agreement.

I would have done this earlier but I consider compelling spells to be evil. 

I used it once.....just once....against a lying politician.  I wanted him to leave me alone.  He had a nasty habit of pushing me into doors.  Okay, it wasn't a habit, it only happened once.  He sent me ONE nasty letter.  Members of the City Council told me that he sent out a memo telling them to ignore me. 

Of course, they told me. The council members aren't all unethical asshats like the former mayor. 

I met a bunch of tax activists one day  at a golf club and we schemed to cost them millions of dollars in revenue.  

We won.

Then the mayor pushed me into a door jam.

He sent a camera man for Channel 8 to attend a dinner with me.   He made the mistake of sitting directly across from me.  He was busted when I kicked his camera.

When I'm excited, I kick my legs back and forth. Scheming makes me happy and giddy.

The cameraman admitted to who he was, why he was there and who sent him (the Mayor's father...who was the mayor before him).

A year later, I ran for his seat. 

I have to admit, there is one thing I miss about the former Mayor: I used to have fun using NLP to get him to twirl in his chair. 

In recent months, I've been asked to teach his fellow Republicans that party trick.

I'm keeping a low profile until I can solve the stalking dilemma.  I'll write more about that later.  I am thinking of offering an NLP practice group and class. Another Hypnotist put the finishing touches on the workbook I plan to use. 


After my Paypal adventure, I'm wondering if  I'll have to use the compelling potion for more....um....political persuasion.

I hate stupid people who give people crap over their religion, skin color, hair color and so on and so forth.  I tend to try to avoid supporting idiots that act like that with my money and time.

I left the Libertarian Party over Pagan discrimination.  They attacked a "candidate" for his religion (before attacking him for his crazy views).  They ran to the press blasting Paganism.  His views were secondary.  I called them out on it.  They ignored me.  The other prominent Pagan in our party stopped volunteering.  They made it clear that the guy dissed Paganism because he was upset his candidate never won. 

I think attacking our own is the reason we never win. 

I was asked to volunteer again.  I won't even answer.  They need to apologize.  If I have to volunteer to help wanna be Repubicans, I'll just be an authentic one.  I'll just join the Republican party. 

If the Adrian Wylie character who sent out the press release and the LP national board member who defended the press release would have publically clarified that they were angry over the dude's website rather than his religion, the Libertarian Party would be a paycheck deduction.  My boss doubles the money I give out.  After 30 volunteer hours, my boss would have given them $1,000.

The local Union of Taxpayers gets those funds now.  I just need to give them 30 hours of my time. 

I cannot financially support anyone who disses my Dieties.  If they attack my religion, who is next?  Buddhists?  Christians? 

I can't go for that. 

Would Christians send money to a Satanist group?

I'm having a tough time wanting to pay my taxes this year.  This Isis/NSA/holding money crap......well.....I may wind up calling out some sitting politicians over it, too.  If they claim to be open minded and moderate, the need to stop the NSA bullshit.

I'm already out of the broom closet.  What's the harm in me calling out our politicians for being uneducated and discriminatory?

Or else....I could just complete my journey over to the dark side. 

Someone told me that the black magicians have cookies. 

Maybe just a just a little hex....a teeny tiny hex....what is the worst that can happen? 

The sad thing is that I know that hexes can really backfire. 


Love ya,

S.   

P.S. I wish I knew a spell to take down ISIL -and I wish I knew enough sorcerers who could help with that task

but-

that would probably involve taking down the Westerners who undoubtedly fund ISIL. 

I'll leave that one alone. 

I have heard whispers of such an effort.  Most people talk....few people take action. 

It's a shame I can't find a truth spell that works.  It would be funny to cause the people behind ISIL to come forward.

Alas.....that's not something I know how to do. 

As someone recently wrote online "we are the daughters of the witches that wouldn't burn."

It would be best to leave us alone. 

Do Stalkers Ever Admit to Stalking

Today I am thankful....I'm not sure for what.....

I hired a lawyer. 

I paid my retainer.

I was told that I can handle it on my own. 

I can't tell you what he said I need to do........

he truly believes that I can do it on my own....

no lawyer is necessary. 

He took the retainer money because he thinks there are going to be other issues cropping up.

I basically have two choices;

restraining order

or contempt citation.

That's it.

I don't need a lawyer to fix that.


If I'm being stalked by my former in-laws, the lawyer offered to stand with me in court while I get the restraining orders. 

He's an older gentleman, who wears blue jeans and a cowboy hat.  He's fairly quiet. 

I have faith he knows what he's doing. 

He's reached out to me twice in five years. 

This is something he's seen many times before.

I trust him.

I just don't trust the information that I am receiving from my environment.

I don't know what to do.

I don't know who to believe.

Michael claims that he has no where to go.

If his family is stalking me on his behalf, can't he go live with his mother?

Michael claims that he is not behind the stalking.

My issue is that I do not know WHO exactly is behind the stalking. 

I know Michael lies to people about me and sometimes these other people attack me on his behalf.

Does that make him the stalker?

Or are the stalkers the people who attack me?

I don't know what to think.

I want to move.

I feel trapped. 

What do I do?

I'm broke now.

All my money went to a lawyer. I'll have to save up again before making my next move.

*****

It's all a major mind f*ck.

I don't know what is going on, who is doing it, why, or if it is a game designed to make me feel crazy.

I feel crazy. 

I wish the truth spells actually worked. 

They don't. 

It was trying to get him to believe they worked.

To make matters worse, I found my first wrinkle around my mouth; it's in the area where I frown.  I haven't been taking care of myself.  I haven't had sex in eons, I stopped drinking my bone broth (aka beauty tonic) or taking my vitamins.  I'm dehydrated.

I look old.

Maybe my vanity will push me to change the situation.

******

I did figure out how they were getting into my house.  I learned that the four keys that went missing were for the back door and the door leading into the garage. 

The front door has a motion sensor activated camera on it.  NO ONE has tried to break into it since the camera was installed.

The garage door seems to have a mind of its own. 

I figure they have used a rolljam device to get the codes.

I have to change all of my locks and buy a new garage door opener.

I'm furious. 

I'm tired. 

I want to be fair.  Every time I work on being fair towards Michael, some other bs happens.

I don't know what to do. 

I guess I'll meditate on it. 

The answer will come quicker than I know. 

Love ya,

S.

Too Busy & Tired to Write a Real Blog

Today I am thankful that I can just write notes.

I sell insurance to people in Hawaii.

For that reason, I usually work until midnight.  I came home on Friday and found the garage door wide open.

I thought maybe Michael had forgotten to close it.

This morning, as I lay in bed trying to catch up on my sleep, I heard Michael leave at 6:30 to take our eldest to school.  I heard the door open again just a few minutes later - I assumed it was Michael coming back to pick something up.  It closed shortly after.

Well.....Michael came back ten minutes later. 

I asked him if he forgot something and had to come back. 

He said "no."  He also claimed that he did not come back just a few minutes after leaving.

I gave up.

I retained a lawyer today. 

I can't say anything more - I just realized that my computers were hacked so lawyers couldn't communicate with me very well. 

This lawyer answered a plea I made on a forum.  He remembered meeting me in 2012 and hearing about the stalker running me out of my hypnosis practice. 

He asked if I found out who the guy was....yep.  It was my ex-husband's sister's fiancé.

That's a mouthful. 

I'm angry.

I'm hurt.

I feel like I'm going crazy and find myself doubting everything I see, think and feel. 

I can't do this anymore. 

Of course, Michael claims he has no where to go.

I'm awake at 1:00 a.m. trying to find the latest copies of the divorce decree and agreements that went missing....again.

I'm probably going to have to go back down to the courthouse to get the copies made.... again.

I am feeling incredibly manipulated and angry.

UGH!!!

Stay safe out there.

Love ya,

S. 

Documentation

Today I am thankful that I have a place to document the weirdness that has become my life.

I came home from work about midnight.

The garage door was open.

The door leading to the garage was unlocked. 

The motion detection light in the driveway was on prior to my coming close to the house.

This is weird.

I'm thinking I'll need to get an updated garage door opener.

Love ya,

S

New Fangled Computers

Today I am thankful for my new computer. 

I can't use it. 

I don't have internet access at my office.  I took my $200 steal to my office and began to set it up. 

I got as far as I could go without needing wifi. 

I brought the computer home.

I turned it on.  It didn't take five minutes before I received a warning stating that an IP address belonging to my ex-husband's Lenovo computer had attached itself to my new computer.

I haven't turned it on since. 

I checked my other computer.  Sure enough.....his Lenovo is attached to this computer, too. 

At first he denied it. 

I had to show him. 

He claims he doesn't know how it happened. 

I don't know. 

Maybe our home has a network of some sort. 

I need to find a way to move him out.  I can't use my computer until he is gone. 

The weird thing is that his computer shows my IP address on the email addresses he sends to me.  It's strange how his computer has a different IP address when it attaches itself to mine. 

I'll have to ask the IT guy at work for advice. 

*****

I've been working my hypnosis job the three days that I have off from the sales job and then I do hypnosis on the weekends, too.  That makes for long days.  I work eleven hour shifts selling insurance four days a week. 

I am still responsible for the bulk of the housework.  When I do not sell insurance, I am expected to clean, take out the trash, do his laundry, do the dishes and cook. 

I am exhausted. 

As I spent an hour cleaning the residue from his toilet, I was reminded of the reasons I wanted to divorce anyway. 

He's messy.

I am concerned that I'll have to sell the house.  He can't pay child support.  He gets all of the tax credits. 

I'm going to see a lawyer about changing that. 

I feel like a fool. 

******

This afternoon, the Private Investigator next door approached me and asked me if Michael had found a job.

No. 

I wanted to know why he asked.

Well....apparently, his wife is a manager at Comcast.  They wanted to interview him and asked for Michael's resume. 

Michael never gave it to him. 

******

I need to find a lawyer....now.

What do you want a bet that I'll be advised to let him live here until he gets a job. 

We'll see.

I am understanding now that Michael is the stalker.  He's organizing things so he can stay....just as he's always done.

I'm incredibly pissed off.  I need something to slap.

I've been running around all week dealing with clients that I didn't pick up that five string beauty.  I don't know if I can trust another bassist if he claims he has too many guitars. 

That sounds strange to me.

If it's still available on Tuesday, I'll look at it.

I did find a vintage Fretless Fender '73 precision jazz bass on Craigslist for $400.  The listing said it was in pristine condition. 

I don't know....

that seems like a set up. 

When things are too good to be true on Craigslist, don't pick up the item unless you have a pistol or a body guard. 

I don't want the drama.

I'll leave it alone. 

It is my dream guitar. 

Ah....someday. 

Love ya,

S. 

My Spanish Tutor

Today I am thankful for fantasies that almost come true.

 

This morning, I ran around town looking for a power cord to a speaker that I use for office music.  It wasn't as hard as I thought to find it.  I just wasn't looking in the right place.

 

I also needed to buy a bookshelf.  I'm migrating my hypnosis books to my office and needed a place to put everything.  I started off at the thrift shops. 

 

I didn't find anything.  I did find a few pairs of brand new designer heels for $1.00.  The cashier was pissed off that I got them so cheap. 

 

No one wants to wear black 4" heels in the summer.  Where I live, it snows too much to wear them in the winter.

 

I just cleaned them, deodorized them and cut off the tags. 

 

As I was looking around for shelving, I ran into a little boy.  He must have been 19 months old.  He could not speak English.

 

He spoke Spanish.

 

I could say Hola.  I could ask where his mother was.  I could call him handsome.

 

I realized at that moment that I needed to learn Spanish so that I could actually comfort the next little lost Spanish boy who found me.

 

I set the intention yesterday morning to learn Spanish.

 

I thought I had more time.

 

******

 

I found a brand new bookshelf at Target that matched by desk for $17. 

 

I just had to put it together.

 

I took it to work and spent two hours putting it together after I saw my last client.  I didn't have a hammer and used a river rock to nail it together.

 

It looks pretty good. 

 

When I finished the janitor came in to vacuum.

 

He is the man who kept me company on New Year's Eve.

 

He didn't speak English on New Year's. 

 

He's been practicing. 

 

He wants me to teach him English.

 

He wants to teach me Spanish.

He wants to spend a few hours teaching me to say buenos dias. 

 

Oh my.....

 

Sometimes I wonder if the means to change one's life is simply setting the intention. 

 

The funny thing is that I always wanted to date a man who couldn't speak English.  We'd have to rely on other forms of communication.

 

Alas...I can't date.  I'll find a way to help my new friend.  He's too young for me anyway -but- I would want for him to have more than a life of hard work cleaning office buildings. 

 

Set your intentions.....they'll come true for you. 

 

Love ya,

 

S.