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.