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Many a time I tried to keep a diary of everything , but it just made me angry which I cannot afford to be as this is the energy which they really thrive on, but last year these are the entries that I put together

09/04/2024 This is where I am at now. They are trying to disable me so that I cannot walk or talk or do anything else. This water magic involves putting pools of water next to the sink in the bathroom, the bath and the toilet while using things like glitter to enhance it. Oh and I forgot the pool of water in the garden right in front of the kitchen. They regularly practice their magic in the kitchen. So they will gather there and say they’re spell. I’m guessing that it’s in the kitchen most of all because I sleep in the room above the kitchen. It feels like electric going through my body. My hands, my feet, my tongue, my head, my privates, my buttocks EVERYWHERE in my body, and then at some point they try to draw on my energy. Don’t get me wrong I understand the plight that they are in at this time. I can see that they are tired and weak at this time and they are looking ill to the point where they can barely pretend anymore. Especially the woman who gave birth to me. She looks like she can barely stand at the moment. But, you know what that’s not my business and I have absolutely no feelings for any of these people. They are pure evil! And remember that I am not the first person that they have done this to but I will sure be the last! Serves you right….

19/04/2024 – so this is hilarious and I had to write this one. The head male of their family dies in Jan/Feb of this year. She’s just come back from America but I say that but wouldn’t be surprised if she was staying at her sisters in the hope that whatever is haunting her would not find her ha-ha! Or that she’s been in spiritual court… Anyway her brother turned up on Monday (for money no doubt) and then she turns up the following day. Then I get an email from one of the eldest talking about her father’s estate and how if anyone wanted to participate they would need to provide their full address by the 19th April. My blood was boiling (the nerve) and then I calmed down and laughed hard. Oh so you’re getting REALLY desperate now!!!! I deleted the email. Two days later the youngest sends another email (btw all parties were copied in) for a final call for all participants. I laughed even hard and blocked all of their emails. Keep sending them babes!!!!And as for the oldest sibling… I actually had a little cry and each time I see him he looks weaker and weaker. When I came down to feed the cats in the morning, as he was before, he can barely sit up. He is literally bent over almost in a 45-degree stance when he sits. Then when I came back through he was leaning to the side of the sofa. It made me really sad and I cried. Then I remembered that he really was a bad person and had brought it all on himself and if he had gotten his way I would be dead by now! It makes me sad even typing this just now but I am not the person that I once was and NO! I will save my tears for those who are more deserving of them. The time he laughed, the spells he put on me to ruin everything I had. To take from me what was meant for me. He is truly evil!

21/04/2024 – Laugh again! I can feel and smell the desperation. So I went into town early yesterday morning and got back probably around 8.30/9am. She was already up and these days she (the woman who gave birth to me) is getting up at 10/11am (she was always an early riser getting up anywhere between 6.30-8am). So, I go outside and feed my cat as she wasn’t hungry this morning when I went out at 6.30am. I do my usual and come back in, go upstairs and then come back downstairs to wash my hands. She’s doing some washing and is in the kitchen waiting for the machine to stop or whatever… As I go into the bathroom she says to me ‘Oi, I want to talk to you’ usually when she talks to me like that they have been doing their black magic to wipe my brain to see if I can remember anything. No b’ it hasn’t worked again. I tell her straight…. Leave me alone I am nothing to do with you or your family. I kick myself though because I’ve called her mum, but then correct it and call her Naomi. She laughs. I tell her repeatedly to leave me alone and that there is nothing that I need to hear from her or her family and that I am nothing to do with her or her family. She laughs it off. I tell her to just let me use the bathroom to wash my hands and that I don’t need her in there with me. I come out of the bathroom and she starts again. I make it to the stairs and tell her that I warned her and her family two years ago now that this would happen and that’s why they are in the s’ they’re in now and that they can carry on with their ju ju but I will be the last person that they do this to for sure! As I get to the top of the stairs I say that they should have been careful not to mess with someone who can call for judgement on their arses and to leave me alone! As I go into the little room and start to change I hear the obese one thudding down the stairs. I laugh hard…. And her mother asks her if she heard all of that and laughs. Last night was tough (they usually do a lot of stuff to me when I sleep). Today as I sit here typing away I can feel that they’ve upped their juju. No, I’m not scared because I am protected!!! I’m a little reluctant to put too much on these pages as I’m not sure if they can still see everything that I do.

11/10/2024 – so I haven’t written for a long while/ I just wanted to say that shit is getting real for them. I can see feel the panic now that their black magic is getting weaker. They are still paying through the nose for death spells and they won’t stop but they are going to be stopped really soon. Time is running out bitches!!! Better yet time is up bitches!!!!

11/04/2025 – it’s worse than ever, but I am still here, still alive and I know its almost over.Praise be.

So I started speaking with my youngest sister again and had told her about finding out that black magic was being worked against me. So far I knew that it was my brother and mother. We would speak daily and then one Sunday my mother was sitting at the table talking on the phone… I knew it was family from the way she was speaking, and at one point I heard her saying ‘I know what I did was wrong’. I knew it was my youngest that she was talking to but then how was she talking to her about practicing black magic! Anyway, I just made a mental note of it and couldn’t be asked to delve too much into it as there was so much else going on. Later that day my mother picked another argument with me. I cursed at her and called her a disgrace and congratulated her for killing her children. ‘Right’, she said ‘that’s it’. I’m not going to lie I was worried. That night I every time I laid down to sleep it felt like a breeze block on my chest… I couldn’t breathe. I woke up very early in the morning and found the barrier that they had placed in the garden. My other sister had come for Sunday dinner and at that point I knew that aside from my little sister and nephew that everyone was involved. At this point I had realised that they were using barriers to insulate the black magic for it to be stronger and more effective. My mother and two of my sisters sat in the living room and every time I went to the garden to remove the barrier, they would smirk. These barriers were the simplest of things like a stone or a feather. Every time I removed it they would use something else. Later that day I decided to leave.

Luckily, I was working and had started saving so I booked myself into a hotel. I was telling my youngest sister everything that was happening…. BIG MISTAKE!!! At one point I remember speaking to her and as I mentioned our oldest sister my stomach just bloated like something was going into it blowing up like a balloon. I remember telling her but she had started to act like it was all in my head again. We got to the point where she was just gas lighting me all of the time and it constantly resulted in my anger. So, I told her that I didn’t want to talk about what was going on anymore as it was serving no purpose, basically I was just arguing with her all of the time and we were back to where we were when I had cut her off for my own sanity. I’d told her that she was arguing for the sake of it and unless it was what she wanted to hear then she would become combative and constantly gaslight. She would deny it and do it again five minutes later. I asked her if she had spoken to mum about what I had told her…she said no but I could tell she was lying. I told her about my work and a few days later out of nowhere the person I was working for could no longer afford me. I went berserk!

I was looking for a place to live but my credit score was terrible and I had no money for a deposit. It was impossible! So I had to move back in with my mother yet again, and it was worse than ever. This was when the water magic started.

My middle sister would come to the house and clean the floors, or so I thought, but she was actually hexing the floors with cursed water and if course when I walked across them it would work. There was something there but I couldn’t put my finger on it, I just thought that somehow their magic was able to spy on me, to see everything that I was doing and of course it could.

One day I received a message from my nephew and instinctively thought that I shouldn’t click on it, as I was deleting it somehow, I clicked on it and they then had access to my laptop. I called the police… I must explain that I had no money by the time I got moved back in to the house so I had to use skype. Every time I would get through to the station, they would cut it off. It got to the point where even they guy on switchboard told me that he remembered me and could see that I kept being cut off. The other sister that lived in the house, room next to me and as I came out of the room, I could hear her saying that ‘it wasn’t worth the risk’. The police ran tests over time but found nothing.

So I’m back in the house and still talking to my little sister and here we were again. It had gotten to the point where I told her that I needed to stop talking to her and concentrate on what I was doing. I must go back though because at one stage when I would go for a walk in the morning and talk her and she had started making out that it was all in my head I literally said her ‘so I am in this by myself’ and she said nothing and I thought fair enough. So I had eventually cut the phone calls off. Then months later. My oldest sister came down for the weekend and then my little sister arrived. I was in shock! How the hell can she now know what she knows and still be coming into that house sleeping in the same room as her mother knowing that she’s a dark witch. Nah! I was still suspicious but was keeping an open mind at that point. My little sister then went and bought some fairy lights which she ran along the sideboard. ‘What are you up to’? I asked her. I kept repeating myself as I removed the fairy lights. She went and sat in the front room looking defeated because I had found her out to be the treacherous piece of devil worshipping nothing that she was. It was then confirmed that she was in on it too. WOW! But what relief at the same time.

I cried and cried and cried that night.

I went through some strange things, and I say strange as it wasn’t as if I was doing anything different. These things just seemed to be happening all of a sudden. I was constantly tired and felt drained so I went to the doctor who tested my blood and told me that I was on the cusp of anaemia. I would literally wake up and by 11am and needed to go back to bed to sleep as if I was at the end of my day and ready for bed. The very clever thing about black magic is that you can make it look as everyday ailments and no one would have a clue. This was them draining my energy.

I would always somehow be arguing with my mother. She was the kind of person who knew which buttons to push and unfortunately for me I would always rise to it, and she loved it. I could actually see in her face that she was getting satisfaction of being able to do this whenever she wanted to. Then she would always creep around me and make up just to be able to do it again and again and again…. Exactly what my little sister would do, but that was another story. Don’t get me wrong, I have opinions and I have no problem with voicing them, but I would rather walk away than waste my time by going back and forth or playing this game of tit for tat. I actually do like peace and quiet.

One day I couldn’t even be asked to leave my room and it got to about 10.30am and I could sense/feel the two of them feeling afraid that I had harmed myself…or so I thought. Remember these people wanted to sacrifice me and an easy way for them to do it would be for me to commit suicide. Exactly how they had sacrificed at least two others that I could name. I was a very angry, depressed, suicidal and was going through a breakdown. On top of this I was addicted to smoking weed and was doing this from dusk to dawn, as well as drinking. The perfect combination for them to be able to succeed in their deal with the devil. They were winning hands down.

So, as it dawned on me that there were those involved in the dark I had another light bulb moment. I wondered if they were also doing this to my youngest sibling. Should I tell her? I knew that she definitely wouldn’t be involved. So I called her… we hadn’t spoken in ten years. As we spoke she didn’t sound shocked at all as she knew how jealous and bad minded these people were. We kept talking but in my heart, I felt the same burdens that I had felt before I stopped talking to her. Let me explain…. The woman liked to TALK!! And it took up a lot of space in my life. She would literally want to talk all evening after work. Calling two or three times an evening… it was too much. I like peace and quiet, I didn’t need to know everything that happened in her work day or to be convinced that I should be watching a program just because she was. She was like a spoiled brat and as soon as she didn’t get her way she would become difficult or as I liked to tell her, a pain in the proverbial! She had been this way forever and there was no compromise with her, as long as she got her way that’s all that mattered. She would talk and talk and talk. So, this is how I finally put an end to it. As per, she did her usual talking about things knowing that I would always offer to help her. So I sent her some money and as soon as she got what she wanted she became a combative a***hole for no apparent reason other than just liking to be argumentative! Usually I just put up with it for the sake of keeping the peace, but enough was enough. My mother even commented once, about how low she felt sometimes after speaking with her. This had gone on for years now and I lost my mind. So, knowing that there would be no coming back from this I told her that she could transfer that money back to me. As soon as I said it I felt a sense of relief…. I could breathe and live my own life without having this looming dark cloud around the corner knowing that I would have to listen to her go on and on repeating the same thing with different characters. This was a big one because we were so close when we were little and she was the one that I was the closest to in the family. I absolutely doted on her and that wherever she went I went. We were always together but the older we got the more toxic the relationship came. Anyway, we were speaking again but it was just like old times. A call first thing, ten calls throughout the day until she talked herself out, until she was tired. I wouldn’t mind but she would do the same to others in her family so why did I have to listen as well? So we would talk from one thing to the other and one morning as we spoke she told me that mum had told her that she thought that I was having a nervous break-down. I was so mad!!! I was crying because I was so mad… ‘I didn’t realise that they could see it and no one said anything’. So we would speak daily I would tell her everything that was happening inside that house. I had no one else to talk to, this was all alien to me and I was scared.

One Sunday mum was sitting at the table and talking on the phone… I knew it was family from the way that she was speaking, and I heard her at one point saying ‘I know what I did was wrong’. I knew it was my little sister that she was talking to but then how was she talking to her about practicing black magic??? Later that day my mother picked another argument with me. I cursed at her and called her a disgrace and congratulated her for selling her children to the devil and essentially killing them. Boy did she go dark. I had never seen a reaction like this before but it was like the mask had finally slipped and I had hit a very roar nerve. ‘Right’, she said ‘that’s it’. Now, I’m not going to lie I was worried. That night I every time I laid down to sleep it felt like a breeze blocks on my chest… I couldn’t breathe. I woke up very early in the morning and found instinctively found the barrier that they had created in the garden. It was simply a rug thrown over a small created washing line which was across the path which led from the window down to the bottom of the garden. For reference… My mother’s house is a terrace with rooms that lead from the front door straight into the living room and then each room leads onto the next, to the dining room, to the kitchen, to the bathroom).

Later that day I decided to leave.

So I went through a nervous breakdown, I didn’t know what it was at the time, I just thought that was very low, sad and suicidal which I had been before but this was different. I didn’t want to be in my mother’s house but I had no way out. Work had dried up and the little money that I was earning was going towards my weed habit. I was smoking A LOT!!! I would wake up, go for a walk in the morning and smoke weed, I would then smoke outside in my mother’s house. I would then go for a walk in the evening and smoke some more. Usually when I was returning to my mother’s house is when I would be crying involuntarily. The tears would just stream down my face. I would be walking along the road trying not trying cry because of the embarrassment of others seeing me. There were no boundaries in my family and I was talking to no one. They were just two-faced, bossy individuals who had a lot of opinions on everything and spoke like they were in authority about everything. They were all narcissists. Then one day I sat on that very same single bed that I had sat on for years and that suicidal wave came over me again. The one where your only thought is that suicide is the only way out for you. The only way to find some peace. Then I had a wave of hell no come over me pull yourself together. My angels had saved me again! I didn’t know my family could see what I was going through at the time, but years later when it all come to light and I was speaking to my little sister again she informed me that she had been told by my mother that I was going through a breakdown. I got really angry and cried because I didn’t know that they could see what I was going through. Why hadn’t anyone come to me to see if I was alright???? Silly me, it was all a part of the master plan.

And then it all came to light…

I would always talk to my brother about work and all other manner of things. I was at the point where I was talking to no one else but him and my mother. One weekend when he came to visit, I can remember talking to him for a good four to five hours on and off that day. As we sat at the dining room table he remarked how one of our sisters had once said that she always got back to that point where she thought, here I am again. As if she were on a never ending cycle and just constantly going around in circles. prior to this conversation, I hadn’t had a decent amount of work in for a while and it was time to get back out there, so yet again I started marketing. Me and my brother sat in the living room and I told him everything about a new work opportunity that was evolving (the company, the Directors name, website, what I would ask for – fee wise, where I was up to in negotiations, when I was speaking with them next). I even gave him my pin number to my phone in case it screened out while he was looking at the website. Later that evening we spoke again in the dining room again. As we talked he started his usual drivel about our ancestry (I say this because him being the narcissist that he was would talk like he was all powerful given what our heritage apparently was). I remember saying at one point that things came to me through my dreams, boy did I regret that later on as they wouldn’t stop coming into my dreams to try to kill me/trap me. Anyway, as he spoke he started to tell me things that he aspired to do, and how he reacted to certain things but as he spoke I knew that he had somehow found out things about me that he was now telling me. Again, one of these times when you know what you know but have no way to prove it. I must also mention that another time when we had had one of our marathon conversations he told me that he thought that there were people in our family that practiced black magic. At the time I laughed and commented that if there were then the very best of luck to them as that stuff always backfires. It was too coincidental, what he was telling me now, and I know what this man is like. If these things were true, then I would have heard about them a very long time ago and he is that sort of a person. Even stranger as he spoke to me he screwed up a sweet wrapper and put it into a box which was next to me. I knew then that something just wasn’t right!

Later that night my instinct kicked in and I had one of my light bulb moments… It’s him! He’s the one practicing juju. From there, I instinctively knew that my mother was involved but I had no way of proving this. So, when she was in the kitchen I walked by her and said, ‘I know what you have been up to, and you’re screwed!’ (Of course I used worse profanity, but on this occasion it was to see what her reaction was). She literally froze as she was cleaning the cooker, like a deer in headlights, and I knew then that I was right. Wow! Then I had a lightbulb moment again, a realisation that what was happening in the dark was finally come to light.

At that point of course I didn’t know that that they were all involved. Well, that is aside from my youngest sister and nephew. Or so I thought at the time.

I’d been working for myself for about a year when I moved back to my mother’s house.  I had no regular work coming in and could no longer afford my own place, and I had no problem with moving back at all. It was familiar, it was cheap and I was glad to be away from the hustle and bustle of living in London. Then business started to pick up and I had regular work coming in and was earning good money, and still travelling back to London very often. Well that’s where the party was and I loved it! I did this for a number for years until things started to get too messy, I was drinking way too much and I decided that I needed to let go of London and distance myself from it. It was time to grow up, start saving some money and to sort myself out. I was in my late thirties by now. It was time to move forward.

So I cut back on the drinking and started smoking more weed instead. I was smoking weed from dusk to dawn and still drinking. The weed was really starting to take a hold.  I was seeing my dealer every few days. I’d wake up and my first thought was to have a smoke.  If I wasn’t smoking I was drinking.  It was easy for me to get through six cans of lager a day.  If it was there I would drink it. I would look in the green bin and it would full of empty lager cans. I knew that I had a problem but didn’t want to stop.

Eventually I was able to move out of my mother’s home. I can remember about a week before I moved out I was talking to my mother, and as my sister walked past us, she commented about leaving something as it was for when I moved back in and then she went outside. At the time I knew she was up to something but I dismissed it as her wishing bad upon me. I always knew that behind that perfect façade was something else. I must also explain that I’m the kind of person that lets passive aggressive remarks go over my head. I learned to be like that because in my younger days I would allow people to get a rise out of me by way of reacting to comments. Then I’d have to contend with people accusing me of being aggressive etcetera. Anyway, back to my sister’s comment; years later, I came to learn that there are word witches.  Witches that can simply speak a spell into existence. I know it sounds obvious as spells are spoken right!!??? However, I didn’t realise that a spell could be cast as easily and as simply as a part of a conversation.

I’d moved out was doing okay, I even became debt free until it all started to go wrong. Whenever I’d talk about something to family, it would always go wrong. Work began to dry up. bills began to fall behind and it was time to move to my mother’s yet again. Luckily though my sister was relocating for a new job with her son. So I was able to live in her house. That was until she found another job abroad, which meant her son moving back and me having to go back to my mother’s house. That’s when the candle magic started.

I’d cut out London all together and was no longer going out in my home town either. I was still earning money from my work but it wasn’t as regular as it had been. The only time I was leaving the house was to go and see my dealer. The rest of the time was spent in the house living in my dressing gown. I was buying my own food and would order this online so I had no real reason to leave the house anymore. So my sister had started to make her own candles. Nothing unusual about that, but she would burn them throughout the night on the landing. Through my haze of alcohol and weed, I just thought that it was to save electricity as she would often be up in the night. Little did I know that this was candle magic. The master plan was to exclude me from the world and to keep me bound to my mother’s house so that they had full control over me. The plan was working.

One by one I started cutting my family out and stopped talking to them. The only person who I was talking to in my family was my brother. It had all become too much by now with there being no boundaries in my family. People constantly overstepping and honestly thinking that they had the right to… It was annoying me to the point where I couldn’t fight it anymore, how many times can you explain the same thing to a bunch of people over and over again, so I just cut them off for my own sanity. I never really got on with my mother and we would always argue, but the period of time that we wouldn’t talk was getting longer and longer. My mother and sister were making my life hell by now. I was in the room above the kitchen and my sister would start work at 7.30am so naturally she would wake very early. So when she woke she would make sure that I was awake too. Banging doors, banging pots and pans, banging the door to the bathroom (which was downstairs and next to the kitchen), slamming the microwave, banging the backdoor when it was bin day. Then of course of course if my mother was awake as well it was double the noise plus conversations at the tops of their voices. In addition to this whenever my other siblings came to visit they also joined in. I was losing my mind and smoking weed and drinking alcohol wasn’t helping. I wasn’t sleeping well through the night either. When it all came to light though I realised that this was all a part of the master plan. They were working their spells, and the banging would would literally ignite them. When I tell you that anything can be used for black magic… I mean anything.

I used to sit in the garden reading, but really using it as a guise to smoke weed. I also used to walk around the garden for exercise so I had plenty of excuses to be outside. Then one day I came across some cats living in a neighbour’s shed and started to feed them.  I’ve been feeding strays now for a number of years now, but it hasn’t been without black magic been done to them either.  I suspected that something was going on and then one day when I came into the kitchen, I noticed the fur from one of them on the kitchen counter. Has there ever been a time when you know what you know but there is no way that you can explain it to anyone. Well this was one of those times. Overtime, I literally watched three cats become very sick and weak and then two of them disappeared before I could get the cat charity to come out to see them, and I never saw them again. I presumed that they had gone off somewhere to die. The worst one though was when I actually watched one of them choking and being unable to breath. I had to call the RSPCA out for that one and they took her way to be put down. Many a time would also see a dead bird on its back with what looked to be its heart taken out. I saw too many of those for it to be a coincidence. Funnily enough this is exactly what they keep trying to do to me, cause heart attacks, and to choke me. The tension in my neck, chest, back and shoulders is absolutely indescribable at times but these days it more controllable.

All I ever had to do was to believe and trust in the divine, and they didn’t know how protected I was. The most amusing line that came from my sister (the one trying to destiny swap with me) was that I wouldn’t be protected for ever. How is she three years on? Finding it hard to pretend anymore!!!

Black magic can disguise itself in many ways, and people can be made to look mentally ill because of it. If I had told anyone that my family were dark witches and were casting spells on me, then that’s exactly what they would have thought. She’s mad!!!! Who would’ve believed me. My family have this perfect facade about them. They are narcissistic dysfunctional. Growing up I would hear all the gossip about other families in my home town about them falling out, being arrested, loosing homes, sleeping around and all of the other juicy bits but no, not us we were the perfect ones who never got into trouble and were upstanding citizens. Who always had each other’s backs, but behind closed doors it was another story. My mother played the perfect game of divide and conquer. She had her favourites and the rest of us were literally told at one time or other that we were nothing and would amount to nothing. I was very much the black sheep of my family but don’t get me wrong, I did plenty wrong to earn that reputation. I was the trouble child, the one who wouldn’t fall in line and always answered back. The one who couldn’t be controlled and this was obviously my mother’s biggest problem. We never got on and I wasn’t always polite to her. I can remember saying to my little sister that I was not the child who could be treated like dirt and would keep coming back for more. She laughed.

As a young child I can remember always being sad. Everything that went wrong was always my fault. I was trying to kill myself from the age of about seven and the suicide attempts didn’t stop until just before this all came to light, which was in my forties. When my father left my mother had a breakdown and was prescribed tranquillisers, which she never took, she never believed in prescribed medicine and if she took paracetamol then I knew she was in a lot of pain. I can remember taking them and anything else I could lay my hands on. I just wanting to sleep and to have some peace and not to feel so sad. It got to the point where she had to send me to the doctor. My oldest sister remarked many years later that she remembers taking me and me walking along the road like I was drunk. Anyway, looking back on this I wonder if this had been her and her spell work. The last time I thought about taking my life I felt a huge wave come over me. It was like a wake up call coming over me, as if I was in a trance and someone had clicked their fingers and said, no you don’t’!!!! I now know that this was spirit, and ever since that episode it was like my senses kicked into overdrive.

I know that my mother and probably others in my family have sacrificed others via suicide. People, through black magic, can be made to go through mental illnesses, physical illnesses, suicide attempts, drug addition, heart attacks and a whole lot more. There isn’t a thing that can’t be used as a part of juju including everyday items in your home. It was much simpler in the beginning for them, make her have a breakdown and get really depressed and then have her kill herself. These people have used everything to enhance their magic on me and have hexed everything they have come into contact with: water, clothes, sweetie wrappers, pulled out drawers, bin lids, glitter, graveyard dirt I could go on and on and on. They mean business and the more it doesn’t work, the stronger the magic gets. “The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still” (Exodus 14:14).

So, three of them are the ring leaders of this mission. My mother, my brother and one of my sisters. They’re the ones that I can see this failed mission affecting the most so far. However, my two oldest sisters seem to have been affected with weakness as well. Basically, as soon as I cut my energy off from them they started to become weak. Now bear in mind that this all came to light just over three years ago. In the beginning they were still able to harvest my energy but they can’t now. My mother is so weak now that she cannot climb the stairs anymore and is now having to sleep in the living room. This has been for the last couple of weeks. Just before this about a week ago they called an ambulance and I overheard my sister commenting that it would be my mother’s decision as to whether or not she wanted to go into hospital. As for my brother and sister, they’re not that bad at this time, but I noticed months and months ago that my brother was struggling to sit upright and had to lean almost to a forty-five-degree angle.

They are so mad it’s funny. When I walk through a room you can see the disappointment on their faces and they they look so mad because whatever they are doing isn’t working anymore. Remember, I should be dead by now. Sacrifice made, devil paid! But I’m not and they’ve messed up BIG TIME!!! Every time they see me walk through the front door they know that they’ve failed in their mission because I have free will to come and go as I please.

Today I decided to forgive you. Not because you apologized, or because you acknowledged the pain that you caused me, but because my soul deserves peace.

For the purpose of this blog, I will be referring to these individuals as ‘family’, however let me clarify that these people most certainly are not. My family are in the spirit realm and until such time when God puts others onto my path, here on earth, then I have no family here. So where do I start with all of this? Let me start here so that there is no confusion as to what these people are all about…

Definition of evil

adjective: profoundly immoral and wicked.

Definition of wicked

adjective: evil or morally wrong.

My so called family are all of the above and more, and by the way I am not the only person that they have done this to. They have harmed and sacrificed others. I was just the one that they shouldn’t have come for. They were WARNED and they were TOLD but they had done this for so long that they thought they that they would get away with it forever. They are energy syphons’.

Definition: In the framework of spiritual philosophies, emotional vampires siphon your energy to try to benefit themselves. This term is commonly used to describe toxic narcissists who psychologically bleed us dry. It can also be applied to garden-variety toxic people who are self-centered and self-absorbed.

I am not a religious person by any means. I’ve always had a spiritual side and have always been intuitive, but then we all have this. I grew up knowing that God and the Devil existed but not really understanding how real they actually are, and I say this because when you have been through what I have, both physically and emotionally, then you really do know that good and evil are out there live among us. That black magic is real and that people will happily use it to control and to cause harm to others. Will cast spells to do the most wicked of things to people. Cause you to lose everything, to have breakdowns, to want to kill yourself, to cause diseases and physical pain to you etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. I been scared at times because of the physical pain that it has caused, I have cried, I have begged for help but I am proud to say that I am still here and nearly on the side of this and will be able to live again. I always had God and my spiritual family watching over me and helping me; not understanding why I needed to go through all of it. It was partly a test… it was partly for them to cause their own downfall. Luke 12:2-3 New King James Version (NKJV)For there is nothing covered that will not be revealed, nor hidden that will not be known. Therefore, whatever you have spoken in the dark will be heard in the light, and what you have spoken in the ear in inner rooms will be proclaimed on the housetops.

So to surmise my family are dark witches, they are devil worshippers but they forgot one thing… that the most powerful is God. What they didn’t realise is that I was hidden in plain sight and that God sees everything.

I come from a big family of seven children, we had extended family but both mother and father had very little or nothing to do with them. I had three cousins that I really recognised as family; one who popped up every so often, one who we saw very regularly and came to see us very often and the other that my mother kept in regular contact with and would visit occasionally. I had to add this in as, bar two of them, all of my family were involved in this as well as many others; people I know, and people that I don’t know that don’t even know me. The love of money is the route of all evil and ultimately this was about power and money.

It’s funny how low people will go for money. The goal was my death. My family’s deal with the devil was to sacrifice me; to kill me. I am anointed by God, as was my mother but she failed her mission here on earth and turned to the dark side, for power and for money. They were syphoning my energy for the longest of times. My mother would have been doing this from my birth, and what I learned on my journey was that energy syphoning isn’t just about making you feel weak, it’s about taking everything you have. Good fortune, happiness, success in business, relationships, luck… It’s about taking everything that you have and embodying everything that is meant for you. They wanted me broke, homeless and destitute. They wanted me dead. I can laugh now but it wasn’t funny when I had my nervous breakdown. These people affected every single area of my life and it worked for a time. I had absolutely nothing and was bound to my mother’s house.

I’m laughing as I am typing because I can now. As they say laugh or cry. Do you believe that one of my crazy sisters actually wanted to destiny swap with me? Yes, that’s right, actually swap my life for theirs.

Spiritual definition: Destiny swapping, on a spiritual level, refers to a phenomenon where two individuals, often unknowingly, exchange their energetic paths, effectively swapping their destinies.

So what’s happening now? They’re weak, they’re ill, they’re scared, best of all they’re wondering how the hell I’m still standing, how I’m still alive. I am still living in my mother’s house with that very same sister who wanted to destiny swap, but I know that it isn’t for much longer now. So, it’s time for me to speak my truth as this is also a part of my journey.

God has tested me to the limit sometimes, but I know that there is nothing that he would allow onto my path that I could not handle. He knows me better than me!

Without you God I am nothing; without you all I am nothing and I would be dead.

Praise be.