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The Man

The Man

I never felt like I related to this song until… (if I say when, then it’s too obvious which employer)…

It wasn’t exactly a “toxic” environment, but there were elements of it that felt toxic… if that makes sense.

Sometimes, well, in recent years, there were times, when I would suddenly remember something that happened and OH I WISH I COULD SAY WHAT I REALLY WANTED TO SAY TO THEIR FACES.

Instead I practiced Dark Magick and put hexes on them. It was cathartic. I feel healed. I’m over it. It’s very satisfying to imagine your enemy being attacked by a magpie, or stuck in traffic on the highway. Just to put it out there. Knowing that, they deserve it. I am protected. It’s not going to “come back threefold” because they are the ones who committed the first act. Their karma’s been WAITING for them. I simply gave a suggestion to the Universe with my imagery.

And no, it’s not fun to be attacked by a magpie. In other circumstances, I too, have been swooped by Australian birds… so I received that karma. I don’t know where it came from, but it hit me.

I deserved it?

I should apologize to whoever sent it.

So many instances in my search for Love — I felt “cockblocked by the Universe” — who the FUCK IS HEXING ME?!!?!?!?!

WHY AM I SO UNLUCKY IN LOVE?!?!!?!!?!?!!?!

Who’s been having conversations with the Universe, “Keep her single, Lord. Please keep her single.”

Over, and over again.