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.