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!!!