I performed a set of rituals a few weeks ago, and a few days ago, I started to feel that they were "counteracting" me. I'm operating accordingly. My question is, would they work the same if I had the wrong birth year for this person before? Today, I'm almost 80% sure that they lied to me initially, and now I have different information.
Six days ago, I performed a ritual involving a book I wrote with the strong intention of returning a curse that was seen by a psychic I consult. This curse was cast on me by someone who had already been very bad to me until I cut ties with them. Some time later, several bad things started happening to me without any direct explanation, and that's when I came across this information.
As I said at the beginning, six days ago I conjured a book into which I poured all my powerlessness, anger, and desire for justice toward this person. The book possesses a rather dark energy; I would dare say I went a little overboard (perhaps), but that's okay. The thing is, now I don't know what to do with that book. I have it under the kitchen sink, where there's some running water so that all that energy doesn't stagnate directly on me, and it's a dark place where I can't see it. The thing is, I'd like to activate it (I think). The intentions are already there because I set them that night five days ago. Then I sealed it tightly in three bags and left it where I mentioned before. To this day, only a few things have manifested for me, but they have. What should I do with it?
Six days ago, I performed a ritual involving a book I wrote with the strong intention of returning a curse that was seen by a psychic I consult. This curse was cast on me by someone who had already been very bad to me until I cut ties with them. Some time later, several bad things started happening to me without any direct explanation, and that's when I came across this information.
As I said at the beginning, six days ago I conjured a book into which I poured all my powerlessness, anger, and desire for justice toward this person. The book possesses a rather dark energy; I would dare say I went a little overboard (perhaps), but that's okay. The thing is, now I don't know what to do with that book. I have it under the kitchen sink, where there's some running water so that all that energy doesn't stagnate directly on me, and it's a dark place where I can't see it. The thing is, I'd like to activate it (I think). The intentions are already there because I set them that night five days ago. Then I sealed it tightly in three bags and left it where I mentioned before. To this day, only a few things have manifested for me, but they have. What should I do with it?
Six days ago, I performed a ritual involving a book I wrote with the strong intention of returning a curse that was seen by a psychic I consult. This curse was cast on me by someone who had already been very bad to me until I cut ties with them. Some time later, several bad things started happening to me without any direct explanation, and that's when I came across this information.
As I said at the beginning, six days ago I conjured a book into which I poured all my powerlessness, anger, and desire for justice toward this person. The book possesses a rather dark energy; I would dare say I went a little overboard (perhaps), but that's okay. The thing is, now I don't know what to do with that book. I have it under the kitchen sink, where there's some running water so that all that energy doesn't stagnate directly on me, and it's a dark place where I can't see it. The thing is, I'd like to activate it (I think). The intentions are already there because I set them that night five days ago. Then I sealed it tightly in three bags and left it where I mentioned before. To this day, only a few things have manifested for me, but they have. What should I do with it?
I made a powerfulll spell, with some black on it... what should i do with the ashes?
Estoy parado frente a mi heladera, listo para comer un pedacito de queso azul mientras cocino. Lo compré para eso. Por gusto. La cocina está limpia y en orden. Puedo cortar un poco de queso sobre la tabla de madera para picadas que era de mi familia. Hace poco la recuperé y pude ponerla en casi las mismas condiciones que tenía cuando era un niño.
Hacía mucho no comía queso azul. O sí, una o dos veces desde que lo empecé a evitar por una discreta nostalgia de ser una aventura en vez de vivirla. Pero no así, pedacitos frescos. Una de esas últimas veces fue con un amigo hace poco más de un año cuando vino a conocer mi nueva vida, pedimos pizza de roquefort y jamón. Yo me senté en la punta del colchón que estaba en el piso y él en el único sillón de una plaza que ya traía la casa. Me contó ese día que nevó en mi pueblo (no pasa seguido) y me alegré mucho por un deseo que no era mío. Recuerdo. Y viví esa sensación con alegría genuina.
Siempre me gustó pero nunca fue algo regular en mi vida, nunca lo compro ni busco particularmente pero siempre que aparece es especial, de mis cosas favoritas que pueden suceder. Me como unos cuantos cuadraditos. Los disfruto, saboreo. Cocino, revuelvo, bebo. Estoy bien. Siento el sabor en mi boca, tiene ese gusto que no se va, dicen que se deja fermentando de forma controlada, que se pudre bien.
Algo de ese gusto, en este momento de tanta paz, empezó a relampaguear sobre mis recuerdos y me hace sentir... ¿tal como me sentí aquella vez? Flashes. Aparece un recuerdo, lo disfruto, lo consumo, lo adoro. La adoro.
Recuerdo. Recuerdo dorado. Recuerdo gris. Recuerdo nublado. Momentos felices. Momentos confusos. Tormenta. Vuelve la ola, la misma con la que fui hasta arriba, miré el cielo, disfruté, grité, me soltó la mano y me vio caer.
¿Vuelvo yo o vuelve la ola? Otra vez me deja en la orilla, inmóvil, ¿por qué?, si esto no era mío... recuerdo. Me dejé impregnar y vuelvo a ceder. Sigo revolviendo. Tormenta eras vos… y me la dejaste. Camino dentro de tu versión de la tierra y de a ratos te encuentro, manifestada. Neblina.
Dudo de cómo recuerdo todo.
Miro la mesa y me quedo viendo la tabla de madera vacía con restos verdes pegados.
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