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Imagine waking up everyday knowing that there’s a certain woman in your life that you crossed, that you still think about too often. You physically abused her, mentally manipulated her & attempted to strip her of her spiritual powers...
In the beginning she was so sweet, worshipped you like a King & fed you cooked meals. You knew you didn’t deserve her so you isolated her and made her feel co-dependent on you
You thinking you broke her because she cries daily & asks you to stay. You have other women, not caring they’re not even half of what she is, because you’ve now deemed her your property. You can use & abuse her as you please...
Then imagine she meets a woman like myself: a Priestess & other Mystics with whom she consults. They tell her about your other women, your manipulative spells & cursed blood in your ancestry. She dries her tears & goes into deep prayer
She begins to pray daily (again—because being with you got her extremely tf off her square) and when you go around her now, you begin to feel eerie. You sometimes notice that she’s smiling slyly. Translation: your manipulative grip is loosening and her ancestors are whispering
You begin to wake up in cold sweats, you notice strange powders at your doors and your friends and family barely recognize you. Late at night, you hear voices calling you a “Zombie” and telling you to perform strange acts
You don’t have enough of a moral compass to think that perhaps, your manipulative and demonic actions have landed you where you are now: jobless, homeless, and with a constant cough & headaches—-you still can’t sleep...
Meanwhile, she continues to learn about her power, and each day grows more angry with you because her finances, friendships, family & life has suffered during the years she spent with you in a “relationship”....
You separate yourself but her ancestors are showing up in ya dreams
You separate yourself but her ancestors are showing up in ya dreams
Months go by, you wake up in a hospital facility on suicide watch. You know that you’re shifting in a major way. You don’t even remember how you got there. Your body isn’t yours anymore. Finally, you begin to feel all of the pain and agony you put her through...
You’re feeling all of the physical abuse (she still has a scar or three), the mental manipulation (she still has trouble trusting herself sometimes) and the ATTEMPT to strip her of her spiritual power. Her ancestors whisper in your ear daily “you fucked with the wrong one.”
So you swallow your pride & dial her number. You have to talk to her. You know your body is transitioning—your spirit is shifting...
She answers on the third ring, “yeah, hello...”
She answers on the third ring, “yeah, hello...”
The tone of her voice gives you chills. You decide that you still can’t apologize though. You’re going to try to manipulate her into feeling sorry for you this ONE last time. Right? “She still loves me” you tell yourself...
You sigh and tell her, “I had to call you Queen. Just wanted you to know that I still called after everything we’ve been through, because I’m on my death bed.”
You’re expecting sympathy, instead, she replies...
“I know....I put you there.....”
You’re expecting sympathy, instead, she replies...
“I know....I put you there.....”
