Return to Magick

I was in the paltalk chat room. It is one of the original metaphysical chat rooms. Arcane the host of the room is a well know worker from New York who is now living in Colorado. The lose of my service dog, Alex, has been really weighing on my heart. I asked him if he was happy, and he told me no. He is looking for direction, walking around a small body of water with logs and trees. There are a lot of places like that around here. I should have just keep my mouth shut. I was content to think that he was with kids and happy. My college website Campus Lady has pictures of him and a story about him. Beautiful, isn’t he. Not only did he wear the backpack, so that I did not have to even carry a purse, but he also pulled my books on campus. So needless to say, today the wound of loosing him, is just as painful as the day I came home and was told that he was gone. I refuse to let my mind play the should of’s game. I posted a video on youtube and my facebook page and the groups I belong to there.

And, just as interesting as the information about Alex, I asked about my psychic block that I have been working with. I was informed that yes there is a block there and I put it there. I did something and it didn’t turn out right and I stopped doing what I was doing.

Here’s the story:

In 1999 I had a successful rock business. I cleaned rock out of farmers fields and sold the rock. November was a down time for the business as far as sales were concerned. So, I got a job delivering pizza’s. There was also a woman living in my home. We were both known at the local witch’s shop. There were two covens in town. One had the store, and the other was held out of a ladies home. I was much more comfortable with the lady and her house meetings. The store coven was more into the dark side of magick. They were known to get in your minds, they targeted the young college girls, and they had no heart for service work. There was a man who was a prominate member of the store coven. He died. The woman living with me went to his house and took his stuff and brought it to the storage building of the business and my home. I ordered her to get his stuff out of my house. Evidently he died in circle. And she cleaned up his ritual stuff thinking I might want it.

I thought all was said and done, the man’s family had his stuff and the woman was no longer living with me. November 17, 1999. I did not want to go to work that night. Which was unusual for me. However, I did go. I was hit while on delivery. My life as I knew it at that point was over.

I was told that a curse had been put on me by the store owners. I went to them and asked them about it. The admitted that there was ritual jewelry that had not been returned. And that a spell had been done one them. They were sorry they did not know that I would get caught in the cross fire. I found the jewelry and life went on.

A few years later, I had been initiated into the other coven. It was a night like any other. I was going to set up circle and work on the negative things that had happened and send them back. I even had cool music I found on the internet. A song called wildershens. I built up my enegy and built up my power. I even sang and talked in tongues.

The next day I found out the man who had cursed me had died of a heart attack at his night job. What day, did I do the spell, Nov 17. I never touched magick again. I never caste circle. Until recently I put it all away.

Now, I want to return. I want to set up my alter, caste circle. But, I no longer have any tools, not even candles.