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Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Don't Mess With White Trash
Well, I finally convinced my best friend of 15 years to leave her abusive husband while he was busy being in a coma from a drug overdose. You'd think it'd be easy since she has a one year old daughter and daddy is a druggie, but no, apparently she enjoys the abuse. Physically, mentally, emotionally... he cut her down every way he could. Not to mention she had already left him once and accrued threats against her life and her family's life. They took her daughter and she had to get a lawyer to get her back. Anyway, regardless of the difficulty I did convince her to leave. We got some trash bags, got her clothes, got her daughter's clothes, some toys and left. She came to my house and called her mom to let her know that she was with me. Now, last time she left Matt's (the BF) mother, Patty Burr and his cousin, Jamie Burr, flipped on Stephanie (my BFF) including physically pushing her and threatening far worse. I don't know why Stephanie didn't think she would do the same this time but she didn't. Less than an hour after we left, Patty and her niece Tiffany Spencer, came to my house. Now, not knowing who they were I opened the door. They barged past me and began yelling at stephanie, upsetting Steph's daughter, Morgan, and my son, Caelan. We asked her to leave and she refused. We demanded she leave and she said no. Then she grabbed Morgan and tried to take her. (Kidnapping) We forceably took Morgan back. Patty got in my face and I swear I thought she was gonna deck me, but she didn't. I called the police and she left. I guess when she told me to go ahead and call the police she didn't really mean it. As she was leaving she said "i'll be back and i'll see you outside" OMG.. how white trash can you get? Or how juvenille? Fortunately Stephanie went back to WV, back to her parents. She has Morgan so they're both safe. Still, this is why I don't mess with white trash.
Friday, June 15, 2007
When good spells go bad
Performing spells is all about intent, energy, personal interest and need. Spells don't always go exactly how you want them to or how you think they will. I'm sure you've heard that bell rung time and time again, right? Ya know, perform a spell for money and then your favorite aunt dies. How willing are you to trade a loved one's life for paying the rent?
I recently cast a spell with good intent. A protection spell for a friend and her daughter against an abusive boyfriend/father. Perhaps my feelings for him tainted the spell. Perhaps the universe sensed my loathing and acted accordingly, but subsequently he ended up in a coma. I'm not blaming myself by any means as it was a druf overdose that put him there. Maybe I would have felt bad if I had caused a car accident or some such thing, but it seems that the universe was perfectly in sync with his own idiocy. Still, this is a warning to all would-be good-doers out there. Specify "with harm to none" if that is your intent. Unless you're hoping for a coma. But for those of you who aren't, who only want to do good without hurting someone else, make sure you specify.
Overall, I'm hoping that the situation turns out for the best. Perhaps the Universe decided that the best way to protect a woman and her innocent child was to eliminate the threat completely. Certainly that's the only way that she would ever be able to get away from him. I am completely confident that if he does somehow manage to come out of the coma that she will go directly back to him and continue to put herself and her daughter in danger. Still, i've learned my lesson. Good intent can cause bad things if you're not careful.
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