Shelby’s Eulogy

My good little boy in better times.

I have been dreading writing this post since last month

I didn’t want to because it made Shelby’s passing too real for me. That my friends, is why I haven’t been posting blogs on weird history or the Occult. Why I haven’t been writing about my favorite books or new things in my life. It all seems so empty right now. Last month, I went to get my very first shot of the Pfizer vaccine.

It was a short walk from there to my house. I went to the Navarro store near me to be vaccinated. I had learned that they were providing the vaccines for everyone. All you had to do was make an appointment. There was no waiting period or list like these other places.

CVS pharmacy had recently bought Navarro and now they were making the vaccines more accessible. When the woman had made the appointment for me in the waiting area, I thought it was my lucky day. When that day finally came, I left my home and walked there. Sheldon my other dog is younger. And he always gets nervous if I leave them alone for too long.

But I had this strange feeling of impending dread inside of my stomach. For some reason I felt that I should come back as quickly as possible. It took me a while because I hadn’t known I needed to be in a call in sheet. When I was vaccinated I had to wait to make sure I didn’t get any adverse reactions. But that same nasty feeling came back.

Something was wrong and I knew it. I don’t know how, the closest I can describe it is like this. When parents sense their kids in danger or vice versa. I don’t know any other way to say it. This was deeper and stronger than any feeling I ever had.

Like I wanted to go screaming from there back to my home. I didn’t know why, in fact I tried to ignore it and said oh that’s just paranoia, there’s nothing wrong. But I couldn’t shake this feeling. So I just said fuck it, and went back home. I wish I had listened to my inner voice sooner.

Maybe it would have made a difference. Maybe it wouldn’t have. I found Shelby in the middle of the apartment. He had crapped all over the place. But his stool was mixed with blood.

And he couldn’t move. He was paralyzed. I saw a trail of blood and feces near my bed. Shelby would often walk near my bed to make little crying noises. So I could pick him up and put him in bed with me.

He had been looking for me while he could still walk. And I wasn’t there. If I could go back and skip the vaccine. If I could have just waited until after that day. I blame myself again and again thinking that if I had been there, this could have been prevented.

I started shaking like a leaf. I called my mother to come help me. My friend George was calling up animal groups like crazy to help. But all the vets wanted serious money to help Shelby that I just didn’t have then. My first choice is an animal hospital that I will not mention.

Because I don’t want to be in legal trouble nor do I want to be unfair. Because they have helped lots of people. But I paid $33 dollars a month for a year. So he could have healthcare so that in theory, when he needed their help, they would help me. But they all said they couldn’t help him because I needed an appointment.

And any surgery or treatment would have cost thousands of dollars. So why the fuck was I paying these leaches $33 a month since last year for?

They told me I needed an animal emergency room. But they cost even more. So after begging these people and telling them I would even sign a legal document. That I pay them back. And they all still said they needed money upfront.

Dirty fucking leeches. Ghouls, feeding on the pain and suffering and death of animals. Then they get angry if someone calls them out on it. I know the reality that they do help and that funding is very scarce. I know it’s not their fault society as a whole abuses animals.

But they’re certainly contributing to that abuse by denying such a basic and necessary care to people who can’t afford it. My dog’s paralysis grew worse. He no longer had the ability to move or control his facial features. By the time a single good hearted Vet answered my call, they told me not to bother.

“Is he still releasing feces and blood by any chance? Does he have a really bad odor?”

I said yes.

“I’m sorry sir. But your dog is dying. From what you’ve told me, it could have been an aneurysm, a stroke, or even a heart attack. Dogs that old are more susceptible to health problems. If you brought him here, you’d be wasting your money because there’s nothing to be done except to put him down.

And we don’t have those services here. You need to ask a shelter or some other place that handles it. I wish I could have been better help to you. You can get a second opinion, but it’s doubtful,”

In that moment, my whole world was shattering before my eyes. For someone who doesn’t know the love of an animal, that sounds ridiculous. Childish even, the product of one who has a childish mentality. I refused to accept it. But when my mother, a nurse in the medical field came, she only confirmed what this vet had told me on the phone.

She even told me she believed for some time he would die soon. She had suspected for weeks now that he was going to pass away. Because he seemed to be more sentimental and wanting to spend more time with us. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. He was so well in the morning.

He had a hardy appetite. He was an old little dog, but very energetic. And I loved him as much as I love Sheldon. My little old man. My old baby.

Mi Chiquitin (my little one)

The Techichi Dog, the ancient Mexican ancestor of all Chihuahuas

Years ago, I had a nasty depression

And I prayed to the Gods to send me a companion. One day, my uncles were moving something from my old house. They brought us some washing machines. I was still living with my sister and mother at the time. And I noticed this tiny nose in the doorway.

I opened it thinking it was one of the cat’s outside. Instead it was my first dog, Sheldon. He was a puppy, abandoned and scrawny. And scared and hungry. And alone.

My sister and I convinced our mother to let him stay. The original plan was to find him a new home. And at first he really didn’t like me. But as soon as he saw me get the leash. And we had our first walk, he became my baby.

He never left me. And I knew the Gods had heard my prayers. Sheldon had been with me for years. My faithful companion. One day we took our usual afternoon walk.

I’d either finish working. Or if I got home early from college, I’d be studying my spell books. And Sheldon would start crying and motioning to the door. Which meant it was time for our walk. We went on our walk and we saw this tiny little chihuahua.

He was elderly. And I learned from my neighbors that he been out in the sun without food and water for a day. I had a suspicion that a family who lived there had abandoned him on purpose. I wanted to save him but I couldn’t get close enough to him to grab him. I kept telling myself that I tried and it was time to go home.

I knew I couldn’t have another dog. But Sheldon was glued to the spot. He walked on his hind legs and looked at me with his soulful eyes. He cried out with such a mournful and compassionate cry that I knew I couldn’t leave. Sheldon had reminded me that apathy is what makes the world a bad place.

Evil only exists because people don’t care enough to fight it. We live in a society where it’s everyone for themselves. And compassionate people are seen as weak, naive, or losers. I knew what Sheldon wanted. We walked towards that elderly little chihuahua.

I still couldn’t grab hold of him. He was afraid of other people. But as I had suspected, he kept gravitating towards the apartment of the family I had suspected abandoned him. Especially the backyard. I remember hearing a chihuahua growl at people from the backyard all the time. I suspected he was that dog.

Because the backyard was empty. He would run from me. But not Sheldon. Sheldon would lay on the ground and Shelby would come to him. I knew this family had a lot of chihuahuas.

They had recently gotten a new dog. And I guess this baby was sacrificed for being old. It took me five minutes to get him. I finally grabbed him when he laid down next to Sheldon. At first he tried to fight me.

But I kissed him on the top of his little head and said,

“Tranquilo Papi,” (calm down papi)

He finally did calm down. I took him home and my Mom had the classic we don’t need another damn dog reaction. Uhuh, that didn’t last very long. I put him down, and he started exploring the whole house. My Mother just said,

“Look at this little thing, walking around the house like it was his already. Where do you think you’re going?”

(Her Room lol)

My Mom had given him a bath. And she said he had a panic attack.

“This poor animal has never had a bath in his life. I’ve seen dogs who hate water. But this was different. It was like he didn’t know what a bath was,”

He was extremely malnourished. If his insane hunger to eat anything he could find wasn’t an indicator, the ribs out of his stomach told us all we needed to know. I did try to contact the family, and to inform them that they needed to take better care of him. But they wouldn’t even come to the door. I left a note with my address and number and they ignored me on purpose.

Whenever I would call Sheldon, he would come too. I think he thought I was calling him. So I named him Shelby. Everyone kept giving me shit saying it was a girl’s name. But I’ll have you know that Shelby was a man’s name as late as the 1920’s.

Not that it mattered to anyone else. I think some people figured I was trying to make a political statement (facepalm). Shelby ate dog food for what I think was the first time. That family had him living on whatever scraps came from their table we suspect. At first he didn’t recognize it as food.

I had to hand feed him at first for months. Although I admit I spoiled him feeding him things I probably shouldn’t have. We used to laugh and call him La Piraña, the piranha. He ate with such a gusto, that it was like watching a little person. Even Sheldon had moments of looking at him like You know you’re a dog right?

He slept the first night, that Friday on my arm chair. I don’t think he was used to air conditioner or having a soft place to sleep. As I was getting ready to shower, he hopped off the chair and went looking for me. As soon as he saw me next door in the shower, he went back. As if he just needed assurances that he wasn’t alone.

I remember how he lived in that yard alone for years. The only dog out there. And despite them having other dogs, I think they kept him alone. He had a weird stink and his teeth were rotten. My Mom thought he had mange or some other skin disease due to his odor.

He didn’t, it was just his anal glands that needed to be secreted. That was a Friday. He had wondered into my Mom’s room and she had made him a little bed in the corner. And she was pointing and saying “Miralo que lindo!” (Look at him how cute). Ha, didn’t want another dog eh?

The next day, we all doted on him. Even Sheldon, he had a new brother. We had a Vet come to our home to vaccinate them both and squeeze their anal glands. After just three days, Shelby had vomited all of these parasites out of his body. And that’s when he started to put on some weight.

In just a few days his little bony belly, became a chubby belly. All this had happened in just two days. That Saturday night, Sheldon decided he wanted to sleep in my mother’s room. And Shelby slept on my chair again. I was up watching a Paranormal tv show called “The Dead Man’s Gun” about a cursed gun in the old west.

And how it effects everyone it comes into contact with. When suddenly, Shelby hops down again, and walks toward the side of my bed and cries. He looked up at me with his soulful eyes. As if to say “Can I sleep with you?” and I laughed at how cute he was. How could I say no? I scooped him up into my arms and he slept in the bed with me.

He was so relaxed that he just laid down and stretched his little body. That was the first of many nights in a warm bed. And like Sheldon, he had any bed to choose from. My sister and mother would let him stay with them. He’s wake my Mom up in the middle of the night to take a piss, or drink water.

She called him the little old man. But there was a problem : he was scared of the dark. So she had to personally escort him with the lights on to pee on his pad. Then follow him to the kitchen so he could drink his water. At the time, we still thought he was just with us until we could get him adopted.

But months had passed, and he and Sheldon had become brothers. And my sister and I, and even my Mom though she wouldn’t admit it, thought of him as ours. I tried to get him adopted, but he looked at me and cried to go home. I couldn’t do it.

I saw those assholes that abandoned him once. I was walking Shelby, but as soon as he saw them, he turned around. He was like “Nope! fuck you,”It sounds funny, but his reaction was like that. He stopped and turned around so abruptly that it made my head spin. Yep, the puppet was a part of the family now.

He lived far longer than anyone expected him to. He went from being shy and fatigued, to having the energy of a puppy. My sister showered him with gifts (that Sheldon kept trying to steal). The first time he saw his first toy, a little blue duck, he had no idea what it was. He acted as if it was a smaller animal.

And he cuddled with it and protected it. He was the only non violent chihuahua I had ever met. So sweet and calm. He was loved for so many years. And he made us laugh.

I remember that somehow he opened the zipper on my sister’s purse and pulled out a cracker she left in there. That little dog could eat. My Mom nicknamed him Hambre Vieja (Old Hunger). I remember he used to be afraid of going up the stairs at first. But after a while, he would run up the stairs with such joy in his heart.

And we would play and watch tv together. We never cured him of his insatiable hunger though. But when we did feed him from the table, it was never anything that compromised his health. I used to laugh when people dressed their dogs up. But Shelby he every kind of outfit you could imagine.

My sister bought him a stripped prison outfit and even a shirt that said, “Don’t act like you’re not impressed,”

Heaven gains another Angel

My Poor Baby

Shelby was breathing erratically. He had crapped and bled again, this time on my jeans because I refused to let him go. I kept him in my arms. I stroked his little head. Sheldon would walk up to us and start crying and kissing his brother.

Sheldon was the reason Shelby was in our life. It was only fitting that he was here at the end as well. I cried and cried for hours, trying to keep the deep sobs inside. I didn’t want to worry either of them. And my mother also didn’t want me to cry.

Years ago, when things got really bad financially. When I could not longer support my family because I lost my job. And my small business failed, I had a break down. I didn’t go crazy or anything of that nature. Though no doubt the skeptics on this blog who have read my accounts or my beliefs think my brain was fried long ago.

I had a seizure and had an emotional breakdown. It happened because there was no food in the house. And I saw my mother cry. And I felt so guilty. So useless.

Since then, I suppose she treats me with silk gloves. You have no idea how hard that is for me. To go from being the responsible son who cared for his family‘s needs. To being treated as if I will break easily at the slightest sign of pressure. And that’s the hardest part.

If I could cry, scream, or be alone with myself, I know I will be okay. I could simply release the lent up emotions. But I don’t have that luxury. My family would flip a shit if they heard me wail like I did that day. I have this…..storm building up inside me some days where I want to cry for hours.

And I can’t because this damn place has no privacy. That’s what I miss the most about living alone. I could be alone with just my dogs, my spirits, and my Gods. And I could be okay. My friends don’t understand it.

I’m sort of like an urban hermit. But I go sometimes months without speaking to friends. When I’m busy with magic, or when I need to meditate. Hell or when I am reading, writing, or anything else I wish to do. I miss having that space to myself again.

Between the nosy ass neighbors here and the thin walls, it’s hard to do anything without someone else listening in. I feel trapped inside of my own sorrow. My one consultation is Sheldon. He keeps me stable. I had to control my grief because he seemed to be depressed as well.

For a few weeks now Sheldon has barely been able to eat. He lays around most of the time staring at the place where Shelby’s bed used to be. But when I feed him he does eat. I hold him in my arms and talk to him gently. I let him know that it’s all alright.

People say animals don’t know anything. But they do. They’re smarter than you would think. There was even a case of a parrot with the intelligence of a 10 year old boy. And as sure as the sun rises, he knows his brother is dead.

He mourns with me. I know this will sound like an exaggeration. But I feel Shelby’s loss as if he were truly my son. And in many ways he was. Animals are like children that never grow up.

No matter how big they get. So psychologically at least some of the same feelings are there. And I spend everyday of my life caring for Sheldon and at that time Shelby. My mother told me to lay him down in his bed. She cleaned him so that no matter what, he could be at rest.

She kept saying,

“Papi, stop holding on. Let go,”

He heard me sob again. And I don’t know how this little dog did it. Because he was paralyzed already. But some how, he took the last of his strength to move his head and turn to me. I kissed him on his head and told him I was okay.

A friend of mine from my Greek Temple put it best when he told me “He was carving your face into memory,” before leaving. I threw away my soiled clothing. And showered. I had prayed to every God there was. Those of faith have feelings about which Gods to pray to sometimes.

A little girl who was sick needed healing. And I prayed to Yemaya and she was healed. A friend had once prayed to Freya to find her lost cat. She just knew that Goddess was the one to help her. Well, I believe in and worship every God of every pantheon.

I’m initiated into different religions. But I’m also eclectic and work in my own way. I do a sort of inclusive ritual of every culture. And one of the Gods came to me. It was Jesus.

Yes a lot of my friends are flipping their shit at that sentence. But remember, some of our ancestors used to throw Christians into Lion pits. Just as those “polytheists” do not represent our faith or our Gods, many of the “christians” don’t represent their God either. And the Jesus I know and believe in, has never made me feel bad about worshipping other Gods. In sharp contrast to his fan club.

There was a period when I felt he wanted some more worship. I was so engrossed in my worship of other Gods. I think he wanted to be close again. So I became a Christo-Pagan. Anyways, I felt his presence near me.

I couldn’t see or talk to him. I just felt his energy. As I bathed, I said,

“Rabbi Yeshua, please free my son. Let him die peacefully. Release him from his pains and all his sufferings. Please sever the chord that binds the soul to the body. Give him peace, Amen”

I continued my shower. When I got out, my mother told me he finally fell asleep. When I found a vet who could euthanize him, I got a surprise. My mother knocked on my door to tell me he’d already passed. I gave her the phone and ran to his lifeless body.

That rancid smell, like acid and rot was all over him. I cried my eyes out. And I petted his small head one last time. Sheldon let out a cry too. But we didn’t let him lick Shelby’s head due to germs.

We collected his body. She washed the floor with bleach. Someone came to collect his body. He was still wearing his little shirt. And I struggled to release his body.

I knew it wasn’t him anymore. Just his shell. But knowing he was still wearing his little shirt. Just to be cremated and disposed of was killing me inside. And then I had to suck it up.

Because my mother was family began to worry. And that’s it. I haven’t entirely allowed myself to deal with it. It’s been weeks and I carry this on my soul all the time. I entered the traditional 13 day mourning period of the Ancient Greeks.

During this time, I was ritually impure. I covered up my altars. And I spent my time in prayer and contemplation with the dead. I prayed to Oya to take my dog to the other side. And each mystic I knew was also doing rituals to different Gods to cross him over.

I have dreamed of him since. And felt his presence among my guides. His energy is strong. And the knowledge that he is no longer in pain helps me. He has gained entry into the ethereal realms.

Those places where death and pain cannot truly enter. That and that Sheldon is with me are my only consolations. I’m trying to let it go. And to release the pain inside. Shelby, this is my attempt at immortality for you baby.

When my guardian altars are up again, I’ll put your picture in my guardian spirit section of my altar.

I will try not to remember you as you laid dying in your bed and in my arms. I will remember you instead as the happy, sweet little dog I called my baby. The dog who finally found a family who loved him as he deserved. Who always had every comfort we could give him. Good night Pupper,

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Tales from the Continent : The Businessman Pt 1

It’s been a while since I spoke to all of you on here. That’s because over the course of these last two months, I’ve been busy as hell. So here’s the gist of it. Figured I’d regale you with my experience. This one was an extreme one, even for me.

And it happens to fall into my Tales from the Continent series. Now because of the sheer number of things that happened in two months, I needed to divide this post into two parts. Anyone who knows me, knows that like most stereotypical mages, I’m a walking encyclopedia. I can’t help having in-depth conversations about stuff. From history and politics, to ancient cultures and my favorite subject…Food.

It’s why I have all this beautiful whale blubber in real life. Sure I could hide that and pretend I look like the guy in that picture up there. But it would all be Bullshit. And to make it worse, I’m Cuban. We talk a lot of shit.

It’s in our very DNA. That’s why at night we have trouble sleeping if we’re sharing rooms. We’ll keep you up all night with conversations. Unless we’re doing something else. In which case the only conversations we’ll be having is when we climax and speak in tongues.

Whenever I find something interesting on a website or YouTube I talk at length about it. Especially paranormal related videos. I do this in English and in Spanish. And there is a long ass comment on a video called “33 Velas” (33 Candles) that a Spanish para channel called Relatos de la Noche (Tales of the Night) or simply RDLN posted years ago. I posted my explanation of the ritual in the account.

Why the candles were used and why messing with them, removed the protection. Apparently a lot of people enjoyed my comment. Some were offended and told me witchcraft is “evil”. But most started seeking advice. So I got a lot of people asking for my email.

I provided my consultation email and I began to receive a lot of messages from people which I shared with you on here. Hence why I call these stories Tales from the Continent. Because these are stories from people who watch RDLN and they come from the Americas. It’s an homage to them. I used to think I had already gotten the strangest cases from Latin America already.

Turns out I was wrong. Because a businessman who used to work in a government position reached out to me. It was one of the strangest cases I have ever taken on. I’m translating it from the original Spanish. I won’t mention the country because since he had a government position it just bothers me.

He didn’t tell me anything too secret or it wouldn’t even be on my blog. But all names are changed and locations have been removed.

I’d been up all night,

I was busy helping a few of the people from that video comment. And I was exhausted. They all had minor hauntings or some weak hexes. I hadn’t realized just how much more prevalent this stuff is in South and Central America. Everyone and their grandma throws spells at each other.

And for some of the dumbest shit you could imagine. One guy actually got his car bewitched with cemetery dirt because of the way he parked his car. Granted, the man parks like an ass. I’d be pissed too if some idiot parked his car like Rambo and took half of someone else’s parking spot. But leaving a skull candle to burn on the hood of the car with what I can only imagine was cemetery dirt around his car is pretty fucking bad.

I had thought that it was a rival or some enemy. Instead, when I cast the bones, the spirits said he was hexed because his neighbors think he’s an asshole. I thought he was lying at first when he said he had no enemies. Instead I realized that no one has ever told him they find him annoying. And I had to find a way to gently break it to him.

Yeah, that went as well as you can expect. But luckily I had help from the spirits to explain it to him.

The bones said he had some kind of condition. Like a personality disorder that made it hard for him to click with people. Having some issues of my own I can relate. I managed to get him to understand . We got the hex off his car,

And he made a cake for his neighbors to show them his friendly side. I actually felt bad that I was impatient with him. I realized I was acting like an asshole because growing up with my own disabilities, people treated me differently too. Add to that, that I could see things as a child. I had a very lonely childhood and people treated me like shit.

So I learned to be sarcastic and to chew someone out real quick. We’ve become friends. And my cleansing helped change his luck. I’m also happy to report that my pointers and those of my spirits helped him become more social. Trying to get him into therapy next.

A good old fashioned support group goes a long way. I now count him as one of my good friends. So I was trying to sleep the next day because I was drained. And I have the bad habit of being a workaholic. As I was laying in bed to sleep the day away, I decided to check my work email.

The one I use for paranormal consultations. And this new email had been sent to me five minutes before. I was bored and figured I would read it and then answer later. This was the email he sent.

“My name is Alvaro and I found your email by reading some comments you made on a YouTube video. The one of the 33 candles of Relatos de la Noche channel. In which I found an interesting addition to the video, your comment. I liked the way you shared your knowledge and gave people your confidence, and your opinion. Among the comments you made, you pointed to a person that sometimes a sudden loss of luck and a lack of energy could be indicators that something was not quite right.

It is thus and for the same reasons that I contact you so that you guide me to know if those issues that I feel I have in my life are of a supernatural nature. Particularly in my professional life. I have suffered from a significant decrease in my income. And I wonder if this is due to some negative energy or simply due to all the changes that have been generated by the pandemic since last year. Which has led to a significant decrease in work for everyone. In advance I appreciate the attention you give to this email and awaiting your valuable response.

Alvaro,”

I honestly didn’t think this was anything out of the ordinary at first. In the Paranormal, we are trained to be skeptical. But being a witch I am trained to not judge a book by its over. What seems normal and mundane could turn out to be supernatural. Also there was something about his demeanor.

Analyzing him is what made me step back to re-evaluate him. His Spanish didn’t have any slang to it like most modern speakers. In fact he spoke so proper that even the English translation sounds proper. People who speak like that tend to be of the upper crust of their societies. Latin America still has a reigning elite that goes back centuries from the Spanish aristocrats to the land owners.

A lot of countries are like that. I have met wealthy people who are nouveau riche (new rich). They still talk like regular people. The stick hasn’t yet been firmly planted up their anal regions yet. He talks like he’s always had money, or had access to some fancy school.

I’ve had a few run ins with the wealthy before. This tells me two things. One, he’s probably not someone with an open mind. In fact I’d say that he must have had a fairly conservative education. So ideas about the occult or supernatural would be seen as silly.

He’s already tried to debunk his own paranormal experiences. He’s probably still trying to debunk himself. He may even be chastising himself for contacting a random “witch doctor” off YouTube. So he isn’t some overly superstitious person given to fantastical thinking. He’s probably even borderline atheist or at least agnostic.

Which leads to two. Something convinced him to consider the paranormal as being real. Something that’s serious enough that his logical mind can’t account for it. His explanations are falling flat on their face, before actual, tangible evidence. I stood up in my bed debating whether or not I should wait to email him.

My body said,

“Dude, go the fuck to sleep already,”

But my mind said,

“mYsTeRy”

So guess which one I listened to? I decided to email him back my opinions, still partially skeptical. And explaining that his loss of luck could be anything. That the world economy was fried. And that bad luck was already in the air due to the Mercury retrograde and the sign of Otura Oyeku which brought bad luck during this season. I’ll save you the long winded explanation.

But I even sent him links and offered to double check with the Gods anyway. I’m finally ready for bed. Because the long ass email with its detailed analysis made me more tired. Then not five fucking minutes passes by when I hear that familiar bing on my phone. No way I said to myself.

No way this guy read all of that and was able to reply so quickly. There must have been five paragraphs in my email. That’s two pages and a half. Only a sociopath reads and understands that fast. So I check thinking no way.

(Fuck me, it is him).

“Dear M,

First of all I want to thank you for the prompt response you gave to my previous email. In relation to the question you ask me about whether I have noticed something strange. I comment that the only thing that has me a little intrigued and uneasy about it is what I will tell you next. Last year I received a proposition to occupy a administrative position in my government that was coveted by a person. His name is Adonis Sanchez (he was named after another Greek God. I just changed the name).

Who did everything possible to get the person who tried to hire me fired. I only held the job in question for barely 15 days. After just 15 days they asked for my resignation. The job that I had and that I am telling you about was in a government office in the Republic of (omitted). Which was plagued with problems and many conflicts, I could even say envy.

I had to watch my back at all times. Many people tried “to trip me,” so that any blame for any problem would fall to me. They did this to preserve their own careers. But for me to get all the blame. Despite all the complicated work, I had the collaboration and support of certain people.

Those who worked in the office who allowed me to solve some of the tasks entrusted to me that seemed impossible to do. Until I accomplished these tasks. It gave me a lot of support and praise. Which was a double edged sword as you might imagine. For although my management was brief, it was very intense because during that period there were particular circumstances in which Adonis and other people were involved.

So the person who was my boss by hierarchy ordered me to report them pointing out the irregularities that they had committed in their job. Since these people also exerted pressure on others with gunmen, despite the fact that this is illegal. Which is why my then boss confessed to me that he feared for his life. So he asked me to make the complaint on the irregularities for him. Even though he had security of his own, he feared Adonis.

The complaint I made led Adonis and his own supporters to request my resignation at a very high level. Which they achieved, but I also learned that Adonis did not manage to get the same administrative position I left behind. Eventually he was pressured to leave the government because his own actions had finally angered enough people to expel him. Even then my departure felt like a relief for many reasons. Since I stopped feeling all that pressure and negativity from the people there.

It allowed me to accompany my wife at the delivery of our first child. With whom I have been throughout this pandemic (which could not have been if I had continued working). In addition to the fact that my departure occurred before one of the most complicated stages of the pandemic began where I live. I do not overlook that there is resentment on the part of Adonis towards me. I comment on the latter, because when it was my birthday, among all the messages I received, there was one from Adonis on my Facebook account.

(He wouldn’t tell me the details of what was said. I got the impression that perhaps there were threats).

When I finished reading, I looked up at a lamp. It’s glass screen inexplicably burst. At such a strange coincidence I blocked him from my contacts on that social network. I had believed that perhaps he hacked me. Maybe a hacker could use some sophisticated form of tech to do that.

But I knew I was fooling myself. I know technology well. No hacker could cause something like that with a few keystrokes. And this was a regular lamp not another computer. What could he have done from a computer to cause that from happening? Somehow I knew it had been him.

What caused it I still don’t know. I eventually convinced myself the event with the screen was a coincidence. Although I still have doubt as I tell you. Sometimes I feel very tired and sometimes without strength, it takes a lot more energy to do my job than usual. Despite this, I can tell you to this day I have not lacked money.

Since I have enough to meet the expenses of the house. I have to buy food and enough to cover the debts, which makes me feel blessed and not feel helpless. It is difficult to have that feeling of uncertainty and feel tense month after month not knowing if I will have enough. Especially for my wife and my baby. I really appreciate your help and the time you have dedicated to me.

As you say, possibly all this that I have told you is only due to the bad times that all of us are experiencing. So I will review the information you shared with me. When you have the opportunity, review my case. If you notice that it is nothing extraordinary, in advance I will appreciate the guidance. And light that you can provide me in these complicated and dark times that everyone is going through.

– Alvaro ,”

“Fuck,” I said to myself. I knew I wasn’t going to get any sleep.

A few hours later,

I was getting the specifics of everything from this man. I also asked him to use the signal app. It’s better than WhatsApp. WhatsApp is owned by Facebook now, so the previously private data is probably going to them. Signal was recommended to me by a friend who is always on top of tech privacy.

We began texting back and forth there. I was concerned that Adonis might be surveilling this guy. I didn’t want to find out if this prick could hop on a plane and come after me for helping his enemy. He assured me that he had his house swept for bugs once a week. And he had the means to make sure he was protected.

Alvaro seemed harmless enough. For a guy who knows to have his house swept for bugs. And even though he has “financial problems” he’s got the means to protect himself from someone as dangerous as Adonis Sanchez. I wondered if I should even be helping him. How do I know his story is true and he isn’t the one gunning for Adonis? I’ve had that happen before in the past.

I’ve had clients trick me into thinking they were the victims at first. I refused to be somebody’s pawn again. Instead, I was doing a divination the next few days to see who he was. And I was right. He wasn’t the pure dove he claimed to be.

However, this Adonis guy was way worse than I expected. The spirits I talked to said that Alvaro had understated just how dangerous and messed up Adonis was. I could see an image of someone of mixed indigenous and white ancestry like Alvaro. And he had an aura as black as a void in space. Nothing on Earth is supposed to have an aura like that.

He was frustrated he couldn’t kill off Alvaro. And he did have magic. Lots of magic. Western Hermitic magic I think. Through the divination I felt that Alvaro had a security team keeping tabs on Adonis.

I also felt there was far more to the story then he was letting on. So I tactfully asked him if there were other details I could use for the divination. He emailed me a short background for him and Adonis. A sort of origin story.

“Esteemed M

In response to your questions, I will tell you that I held the government position a year ago. I have not had contact in that area of government until then. I began to carry out my profession in the private sector so as not to be near those people. I am only involved in my local government; so I consider that I can speak freely with you on this subject. Regarding this man, Adonis, I can tell you that I met him many years ago around 2004 and 2005, as we were internship companions in an office while we were studying at the university.

At that time he was a very happy man. A very different sort to whom he is now. He was involved in a car accident due to drunk driving. He collided with a tree and his companion, his best friend, died. For this, he was imprisoned for a time until he managed to get out of prison.

I knew that event transformed him. And his time behind bars also transformed him into someone I no longer knew. I stopped having contact with him since then. Until we met again last year, during the job I told you about. I really appreciate the attention you give when reading my messages and I am attentive to anything you may need.

Sincerely,

Alvaro,”

His story didn’t add up. From what he told me, there was zero reason for this guy to be angry with him. And yet reading the story and reading the energy of the past, I could feel so much anger. It had boiled over time into a primal rage. Like Adonis wanted to tear Alvaro apart limb from limb.

He wasn’t telling me everything and probably never would. But whatever. It’s not my battle. If these two want to wipe each other out and then duke it out in the afterlife, that’s their problem. At this point, I’m only interested in two things.

One is getting paid good money. And the other is ensuring that innocent people don’t get caught in the crossfire. I began to have vague impressions about Adonis learning Hermeticism in prison. Someone opened Adonis up to that world. Showed him how to use magic.

And it served him well. Because it opened doors for him in business and in government. You’d think somebody with a record for killing someone while drunk driving would have a hard time getting a position anywhere. So how did he get such a lofty position? I also suspected he learned a lot about the world in there. Kill or be killed.

And something else too. Adonis’ magic should have caused Alvaro’s finances to go to the toilet. Even to cause health problems. So I started asking myself if Alvaro also practices . Or if he just had immunity from magic in his bloodline.

Some people have strong bloodlines from witch ancestors. And those ancestors watch out for them. Make them partially immune to sorcery. Or to bad luck in general. People who seem to have “the golden touch” and can make anything prosper.

A man with the level of magic that I sensed Adonis had, should have been able to take Alvaro out with sorcery. I also saw that Alvaro had spiritual portals all over the place. And lots of dark clouds in the spiritual world around his home. He’d purposely kept all of this out of his emails to me. So what else had he lied about?

I was going to find out.

New PARANORMAL ACTIVITY Reboot from UNDERWATER & HAPPY DEATH DAY Directors Will Remain “Found Footage”

There’s a Paranormal Activity reboot in the works at Blumhouse with Underwater director Will Eubank set to helm from a script penned by Happy Death Day/Freaky mastermind Christopher Landon. Landon is especially familiar with the source franchise, having written the screenplays for Paranormal Activity 2 through 4 as well as the spinoff Paranormal Activity: The […]

New PARANORMAL ACTIVITY Reboot from UNDERWATER & HAPPY DEATH DAY Directors Will Remain “Found Footage”

Haha can’t wait for this. I love Horror Movies and I am in Love with the Paranormal Activity Series

Random Links of the Day : Science, History, and Nature Edition

Archaeological site from England

So I started binging on different articles today and figured we need our first Random Links of the Day for the year 2021. So with that said, here we go

The Dead Speak! Scientists Make 3000-Year-Old #Egyptian Mummy Talk, After Recreating Its Vocals

https://t.co/MJSrJh7m1C #Kemet #AncientEgypt #Nesyamun #Priest #Pagan #Paganism #Polytheism #Polytheist

Five Ancient Wonders of the UK

https://amp-theguardian-com.cdn.ampproject.org/v/s/amp.theguardian.com/travel/2019/dec/14/ancient-wonders-five-little-known-archaeological-sites-uk?amp_js_v=a6&amp_gsa=1#referrer=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.google.com&amp_tf=From%20%251%24s&ampshare=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.theguardian.com%2Ftravel%2F2019%2Fdec%2F14%2Fancient-wonders-five-little-known-archaeological-sites-uk

A New Yorker finds old photos including a Portrait of Susan B. Anthony

https://www.smithsonianmag.com/smart-news/man-finds-century-old-photos-attic-including-portrait-susan-b-anthony-180976922/

Virtual Black History Celebration on Saturday

https://www-ajc-com.cdn.ampproject.org/v/s/www.ajc.com/news/atlanta-news/stockbridge-holding-virtual-african-american-history-celebration-on-saturday/MFAT4WIN5FEVNFSDSCA6AANGXE/?amp_js_v=a6&amp_gsa=1&outputType=amp&usqp=mq331AQFKAGwASA%3D#aoh=16126544837123&csi=0&referrer=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.google.com&amp_tf=From%20%251%24s&ampshare=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.ajc.com%2Fnews%2Fatlanta-news%2Fstockbridge-holding-virtual-african-american-history-celebration-on-saturday%2FMFAT4WIN5FEVNFSDSCA6AANGXE%2F

A Virtual Reality Zoo of Extinct Animals

https://www.itsnicethat.com/news/sebastian-koseda-the-zoo-of-extinct-animals-digital-050221

Birds can’t think straight with traffic noises

https://www-ecowatch-com.cdn.ampproject.org/v/s/www.ecowatch.com/amp/traffic-sounds-birds-thinking-2650331494?amp_js_v=a6&amp_gsa=1&usqp=mq331AQFKAGwASA%3D#aoh=16126544837123&csi=0&referrer=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.google.com&amp_tf=From%20%251%24s&ampshare=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.ecowatch.com%2Ftraffic-sounds-birds-thinking-2650331494.html

Genetic Analysis Reveals Evolution of the Enigmatic Y Chromosome in Great Apes

Are Wolves Endangered?

https://www.treehugger.com/are-wolves-endangered-5101178

A Breakthrough in Quantum Photonics will create new optics

https://phys-org.cdn.ampproject.org/v/s/phys.org/news/2021-02-breakthrough-quantum-photonics-era-optical.amp?amp_js_v=a6&amp_gsa=1&usqp=mq331AQFKAGwASA%3D#aoh=16126544049099&csi=0&referrer=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.google.com&amp_tf=From%20%251%24s&ampshare=https%3A%2F%2Fphys.org%2Fnews%2F2021-02-breakthrough-quantum-photonics-era-optical.html

Intricate Steampunk Spider Sculptures Crafted From Antique Watches

The Juno Spacecraft will explore Jupiter for Four more years

https://www.kqed.org/science/1972554/after-breathtaking-images-and-stupendous-discoveries-spacecraft-juno-gets-4-more-years-to-explore-jupiter

Amateur Treasure Hunter finds missing piece of Henry VII’s Crown

https://www.smithsonianmag.com/smart-news/amateur-treasure-hunter-unearths-missing-centerpiece-henry-viiis-crown-180976902/

Global Warming will bring an epidemic of caterpillars to destroy agriculture in California

https://insideclimatenews-org.cdn.ampproject.org/v/s/insideclimatenews.org/news/05022021/in-california-a-warming-climate-will-help-a-voracious-pest-and-hurt-the-states-almonds-walnuts-and-pistachios/?amp_js_v=a6&amp_gsa=1&amp&usqp=mq331AQFKAGwASA%3D#aoh=16126544049099&csi=0&referrer=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.google.com&amp_tf=From%20%251%24s&ampshare=https%3A%2F%2Finsideclimatenews.org%2Fnews%2F05022021%2Fin-california-a-warming-climate-will-help-a-voracious-pest-and-hurt-the-states-almonds-walnuts-and-pistachios%2F

The Billion year journey of Earth’s tectonic plates

https://www-nytimes-com.cdn.ampproject.org/v/s/www.nytimes.com/2021/02/06/science/tectonic-plates-continental-drift.amp.html?amp_js_v=a6&amp_gsa=1&usqp=mq331AQFKAGwASA%3D#aoh=16126542301000&csi=0&referrer=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.google.com&amp_tf=From%20%251%24s&ampshare=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.nytimes.com%2F2021%2F02%2F06%2Fscience%2Ftectonic-plates-continental-drift.html

The Dagda (The Good God)

https://www.ancient.eu/The_Dagda/

The Ancient History Encyclopedia (A Great Resource!)

https://www.ancient.eu/

Deep Ocean plastic is a Haven for Life

https://www.economist.com/science-and-technology/2021/02/06/deep-ocean-plastic-is-a-haven-for-life

The Turtle Baby Boom in Kenya (Yay!!!!)

https://www-euronews-com.cdn.ampproject.org/v/s/www.euronews.com/living/amp/2021/02/06/this-baby-boom-in-kenya-is-helping-to-save-an-endangered-species?amp_js_v=a6&amp_gsa=1&usqp=mq331AQFKAGwASA%3D#aoh=16126542301000&csi=0&referrer=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.google.com&amp_tf=From%20%251%24s&ampshare=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.euronews.com%2Fliving%2F2021%2F02%2F06%2Fthis-baby-boom-in-kenya-is-helping-to-save-an-endangered-species

Paying Mother Nature Back For her Hard Work

https://www-nytimes-com.cdn.ampproject.org/v/s/www.nytimes.com/2021/02/02/climate/dasgupta-report-biodiversity-climate.amp.html?amp_js_v=a6&amp_gsa=1&usqp=mq331AQFKAGwASA%3D#aoh=16126542301000&csi=0&referrer=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.google.com&amp_tf=From%20%251%24s&ampshare=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.nytimes.com%2F2021%2F02%2F02%2Fclimate%2Fdasgupta-report-biodiversity-climate.html

The Blakiston Fish Owl, World’s Biggest Owl is in decline. But it’s not too late to save them

https://api-nationalgeographic-com.cdn.ampproject.org/v/s/api.nationalgeographic.com/distribution/public/amp/animals/2021/02/worlds-biggest-owl-is-endangered-but-its-not-too-late?amp_js_v=a6&amp_gsa=1&usqp=mq331AQFKAGwASA%3D#aoh=16126542301000&csi=0&referrer=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.google.com&amp_tf=From%20%251%24s

Fossils reveal Homo Sapien-Neanderthal Breeding

http://www.sci-news.com/othersciences/anthropology/jersey-neanderthal-homo-sapiens-hybrids-09308.html

Darwin’s sexist views against women

https://www-nytimes-com.cdn.ampproject.org/v/s/www.nytimes.com/2021/02/05/books/review/charles-darwin-harriet-martineau-women.amp.html?amp_js_v=a6&amp_gsa=1&usqp=mq331AQFKAGwASA%3D#aoh=16126540548574&csi=0&referrer=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.google.com&amp_tf=From%20%251%24s&ampshare=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.nytimes.com%2F2021%2F02%2F05%2Fbooks%2Freview%2Fcharles-darwin-harriet-martineau-women.html

Horse Remains show how Native People’s raised their horses

https://www-heritagedaily-com.cdn.ampproject.org/v/s/www.heritagedaily.com/2021/02/horse-remains-reveal-new-insights-into-how-native-peoples-raised-horses/137049?amp_js_v=a6&amp_gsa=1&fbclid=IwAR1suVKCnjHx0S63SL3VXBZFcYOu3YrXD5bZ6z8eJyIlRJDuV5PZiWUPUxc&amp&usqp=mq331AQFKAGwASA%3D#aoh=16126440526269&csi=0&referrer=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.google.com&amp_tf=From%20%251%24s&ampshare=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.heritagedaily.com%2F2021%2F02%2Fhorse-remains-reveal-new-insights-into-how-native-peoples-raised-horses%2F137049

The Apollo 15 Landing Site

https://www-space-com.cdn.ampproject.org/v/s/www.space.com/amp/apollo-15-landing-radar-image?amp_js_v=a6&amp_gsa=1&usqp=mq331AQFKAGwASA%3D#aoh=16126540548574&csi=0&referrer=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.google.com&amp_tf=From%20%251%24s

Meet the Man who invented Black History Month

https://amp-cnn-com.cdn.ampproject.org/v/s/amp.cnn.com/cnn/2021/02/01/us/history-of-black-history-month-trnd/index.html?amp_js_v=a6&amp_gsa=1&usqp=mq331AQFKAGwASA%3D#aoh=16126540548574&csi=0&referrer=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.google.com&amp_tf=From%20%251%24s&ampshare=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.cnn.com%2F2021%2F02%2F01%2Fus%2Fhistory-of-black-history-month-trnd%2Findex.html

Ancient Cities Provide A New Perspective On Urban Life

Mummy with a Gold Tongue found in Egypt

https://www-livescience-com.cdn.ampproject.org/v/s/www.livescience.com/amp/mummy-with-gold-tongue-discovered.html?amp_js_v=a6&amp_gsa=1&usqp=mq331AQFKAGwASA%3D#aoh=16126540548574&csi=0&referrer=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.google.com&amp_tf=From%20%251%24s&ampshare=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.livescience.com%2Fmummy-with-gold-tongue-discovered.html

Tricky Skywatching & Combustible Planets

https://www-space-com.cdn.ampproject.org/v/s/www.space.com/amp/february-combustible-planets-outshined-by-sun?amp_js_v=a6&amp_gsa=1&usqp=mq331AQFKAGwASA%3D#aoh=16126440526269&csi=0&referrer=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.google.com&amp_tf=From%20%251%24s&ampshare=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.space.com%2Ffebruary-combustible-planets-outshined-by-sun

Enjoy everyone,

– M

The Everglades Whale is a New Species

A new species. And already endangered.

The whale that was discovered dead on the beach (from chocking from plastic) in 2019 turned out to be an entirely new species. And there’s apparently less than 100 of them. So yay, another species humanity will probably kill. Sorry everyone. It’s just the idea that something so majestic was killed by plastic that was underwater.

The study on this poor creature is here :

https://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/abs/10.1111/mms.12776

The statement from NOAA is here :

https://www.fisheries.noaa.gov/feature-story/new-species-baleen-whale-gulf-mexico

It’s called the Rice’s Whale. Let’s all do our part to ensure that this whale species survives.

– M

Defund The Police is not Abolition

Defunding The Police is Not Abolition                                      The demand to defund the police has become a central narrative responding to the graphic killing of Black people. Black organizers must now discuss if this strategy can move us closer to community control of public safety and unpoliced Black neighborhoods.   The defund demand has a number of important […]

Defund The Police is not Abolition

Death on the Horizon

The Virgin of Mount Carmel or simply La Virgin del Carmen in Spanish. Mary as the Queen of the Dead. She has the power to free souls from Hell and Purgatory.

A few days ago, I got a nasty feeling. My land lady is a Romani woman. One of her animals almost died. And the red scarf around her neck that she uses to protect herself from the evil eye was loosening. Some nasty person whom she is already aware of had sent her a curse.

And said animal absorbed it. After the incident, I started getting a warning from my own spirits. And I am now doing special protective rituals for myself.

Leading the lost and angry souls out

Not too long after that, I received a blog post notification from an Orisha Temple in California. And they had a very interesting thing to say. They were warning of sudden death.

IFA To Overcome Death from OTURAOYEKU

In Yoruba religion, we have sacred signs. And they have different stories attached to them. They tell various stories that are sacred texts. But this sign I did not recognize. It’s called Oturaoyeku.

I had to call up an old Santero from Cuba to look it up. Apparently it’s referred to as “the devil’s mark” and a “sign of demonic power”. It means there are people plotting mischief or harm of some sort. Betrayal that could lead to murder. Curses from unethical practitioners.

Strange deaths, bad luck of every sort, the works. I looked it up later for myself and yes. This is a sign of corruption and vice. It symbolizes the “rot of corpses”. It means “even the Devil has a protective Egun” (spirit of the dead, a spirit guide).

This is a metaphor reminding us that everyone, even bad people, have spiritual protectors. And these evil spirits aid them in causing harm to good people. Speaking from past experience, that’s very true. Also we have a Mercury Retrograde headed our way next Saturday (Jan 30th, 2021). Which means Hermes is headed towards his cthonic aspect of Terrestrial Hermes.

Terrestrial Hermes, the guide of the dead

Hermes as a God of the dead. Their guide and protector. Hermes is a God of many things. From magic to technology, to languages, and business. Not just communication.

So when he enters his reaper aspect, everything he’s in charge of goes in reverse. Marriages break down, businesses go down, friends become enemies, etc.. And of course money problems. So now is not a time to make projects. Now is not a time to argue with anyone or try to prove yourself right. It will all backfire on you.

Now is the time to honor your dead through Hermes. Ask for his guidance. Retrogrades happen for a reason. And that reason is that things need to be corrected. And given the clusterfuck of a year we had in 2020, that’s an understatement.

Meditate, be a hermit. And stay the hell out of trouble. If someone mouths off to you, ignore them. Be polite and move the fuck on. It isn’t worth it.

Because all it takes is one confrontation. Just one, and you could get beat up. Or arrested, cursed, hell even killed. It isn’t worth it.

Leading them to their eternal resting places

So we all need to slow down. Don’t go out as much. Try to avoid dangerous situations. During a normal retrograde, accidents happen. But given that the Babalawos have sensed death in the air this isn’t something you want to tempt. And have a lot of patience because you need it.

They prescribe using Iyerosun. It’s a type of magical powder that comes from a tree named the Iyosun tree. Loosely translated it means Iyosun powder. It’s wood dust normally made by termites. And it’s blessed with ashe (divine grace) by the Babalawos.

The instructions are in their post. However, you should only do this if you are either a Babalawo or have some kind of knowledge on it. For non initiates that will be a lot harder. Unless you can find someone in your area who practices. If not I would suggest doing an offering to Orula and Odudawa for some heavenly protection.

You don’t have to be a Santero for that. I’ve seen Rootworkers pray to Orula and give him offerings. Do a divination and ask for help. Ask them what they want as an offering. Or even look it up.

It won’t have the exact same effect as what is prescribed. But the Orishas always listen to those who wish for help. Same with other divine beings. Just make sure you respect the culture and heritage. If you have questions book a reading with the Babalawos.

I normally offer that myself. But in these matters, these are high priests and have greater knowledge and spiritual authority. Or if you have a God you already feel comfortable with or a Saint or whoever, ask them. This isn’t a contest. Everyone has their own spirituality that works for them.

If you wish to work in your own culture, but need a few tips, book a reading with me. Studying folk magic prepared me for helping others to carve out their own rituals. Make it there’s. Regardless, there’s a few things that the Santero I spoke with gave me as advice during this time.

– He said I should pray to Orula and Odudawa. For protection of myself and family.

– Make offerings to Babalu Aye and Oro.

Babalu Aye handles disease. Oro is a very strange being that didn’t quite make it to Cuba. Essentially he is a God of the dead and necromancy, and he punishes the wicked. When he kills them, their ghosts join his group or entourage and they punish people for him

him.

A Babalawo first told me about him. But good luck getting any real information. His cult in Nigeria is a mystery religion, for men only. It’s a secret society. And when they do their night time rituals, people know to stay in doors.

There was a controversy in Nigeria a few years ago. It was over a Muslim woman at was out on the road at night. The cult was doing a procession in the streets with drums. People are supposed to stay in doors. But she was out at night and had encountered the men doing their rituals.

A taboo that hasn’t been broken in a long time. I can’t remember too much except that I think she got hurt. And it made a huge religious debate. The question was raised about whether or not everyone in a community, should be subject to taboos from religions they don’t practice. Regardless, Oro’s cult and it’s secrets are known only to those who initiate.

What I do know from a Paranormal case where I asked a Babalawo for help, is that Oro and Babalu Aye are often called upon together. They’re given offerings and called upon for protection from evil spirits. From Black Magic. From cursed lands and weird deaths etc.. So it makes sense this old Santero would tell me to call upon them. Apparently we are to ask from protection from them as well.

– Wear a Cross or Protective Charm around your neck.

He says that at this time, the Devil’s power will be at it’s strongest. That in his day, he was told to wear holy items around his neck if something like this came about. It wasn’t always a cross either. Sometimes he would wear some kind of amulet in the form of a small charm bag around his neck. At other times a tiger’s eye stone, or a medal of a Saint.

So no matter the religion, wear something protective around your neck. A crystal, a small bag or ring. He even mentioned having small family heirlooms blessed. You could wear that around your neck and it would work too. He didn’t go too deep into it except that it was a taboo he observed.

In my case I don’t have my necklace because it broke recently. So I am using a red band blessed by by the Romani woman with the medals of St. Benedict around my wrist. The use of charms is a very important taboo to follow now.

– Avoid all forms of negative thinking, action, or speech

What he was told when he was a young man, was that the bad spirits can hear you more clearly under this sign. So if you complain about something, or just say something nasty in general, they’ll make it worse. They’ll take it as an open invitation to come bother you. Even if it’s something nasty about a person who is nasty themselves. Don’t speak on it.

Don’t do curses or just retribution spells. Instead do offerings to your higher powers and let them handle stuff for you. These beings want to give you enough rope to hang yourself with. Don’t give them that satisfaction. And with a retrograde, that is likely to happen almost anywhere.

So don’t just quarantine because of the pandemic. Staying out of the streets is a good thing even if we didn’t have a plague on our hands.

– Beware of betrayal. And beware of gifts from enemies.

You have no idea what they’re really giving you. A special emphasis was made on witches who curse objects they gift you. These objects are supposed to turn your life upside down.

– Beware when divining

He mentioned something about these spirits trying to reach us when we divine. If we must divine it should only be in daylight hours. Never in the night. And only if we know how to block negative spirits from messing with our visions and messages. This is something very prevalent in this sign.

Especially with the use of cards I am told. Which is probably some kind of psychic interference these entities do in this sign. They seem to cause confusion and misinformation. Which leads me to the next taboo.

– Don’t make decisions with a bad mind

The bad spirits will make life more stressful. They will try to spin you every which way. To get you off guard so that you can make a mess out of your life. These are things that sound a lot like a Retrograde. But unlike a retrograde, this is not for your own good.

It’s meant to take you backwards in life.

– Beware of dark spirits

Specifically, beware of Eggun Buruku or “dark dead”. These are the angry ghosts of people who either weren’t good in life. Or they died in horrible ways, were forgotten and lost by their descendants etc.. They’ll be roaming the streets more than usual. Many cultures or faiths have their own version of dark ghosts. The Japanese even had their own books detailing what kinds of Yūrei (angry ghosts) were out there.

So probably brush up on your banishing rituals and recharge your charms. And when walking into your house, walk backwards with your back entering the home. Otherwise, certain spirits can follow you inside. This is something they do in Trinidad to break your tracks so entities can’t follow you in.

– Avoid being out at night if you can. If you have to be out, ward your car and yourself with charms and prayers.

– Treachery from children. Whatever that means.

There’s a bunch of other stuff associated with this sign and all of it is bad. But I think I made my point. Oh and one last thing, cleansing baths. And the use of holy water. To cleanse your soul and mind.

Or if you are good with herbs, cleanse with that. Cleanse daily to avoid dark energy in yourself and your body. Be safe everyone,

– M

Capricorn New Moon Wednesday January 13th

Obviously not mine. You can see who took this and where it comes from on the bottom right.

The first New Moon of January 2021 will be this Wednesday in the sign of Capricorn ♑. New Moons are good for recharging spells and bindings. And for destroying unwanted and negative energies. Hell it’s even good for both curses and breaking curses. For exorcisms and even for dark spirits.

New Moons have a fascinating duality to them. They seem be used for almost anything. The wild spirits are free on this night. And the dead also. New Moons naturally belong to the dead, so this is a time for honoring one’s ancestors.

A bunch of different feasts align on this day. Including the birthday of Dr. John Dee! The Great Magus and Founder of Enochian Magic. So this is truly a day to do magic. And Dr. John Dee was also an Astrologer. So this is a perfect time to ask the great sage for aid in your astrological work.

The astrologers use new moons to plant intentions for manifestation. Basically making wishes on the new moon which will grow and manifest at the full moon. In astrology, the dark or black moon is known as a “seed moon”. Planting the seeds to grow them like a farmer of dreams. However, this new moon is more for banishing than anything else.

Capricorn is an Earth sign. It’s used for practical things but also for relaxation. It is symbolized by the Sea Goat. This time of the year, it is used for severing and destroying negative connections. What people call cord cutting.

Or cut and clear rituals in Hoodoo. That it takes place on a Wednesday is even better. That’s a day ruled by the Messenger Gods and spirits. Which means this can increase the powers needed for clearing and karmic removal. In my case, I will be calling for Némein (Nemesis) as well as Fortuna to clear my karma.

Today Sunday was Pradosham. In which I did several karmic clearing rituals with Lord Shiva and his family. It seems that this week of the month is very good for such things. The Romans like the Indians, believed that new moons were a time of the dead and of dark spirits.

Némein, the avenger of the weak and exploited

The Romans called the new moons the Nones of a month. In which no God would rule. Which means it was bad luck. But a long time ago, I learned more or less how to circumvent that. I pray to Némein and to the Roman Goddess Fortuna.

And I ask them both for karmic clearings of negative energy. And to reset my destiny so that I can be well blessed in life.

So take the time to meditate, give offerings. Do the required rituals to clear your destiny. In the mean time, here is some other news. Some good news for a change.

“A first look at the 2021 Flying Star chart however induces some optimism. As the center dominant star number is nowhere as hostile as the ruling Loss Star of 2020. The #6 Heaven Star in the center indicates blessings from heaven. And while this is usually read as a good thing, it pays never to forget that one can also incur the wrath of the Gods. The first thing we recommend to do as we near 2021 is to get heaven luck onto your side.

So that it is the benevolent energies of the skies that we acquire. All homes benefit from placing the Celestial Water Dragon in the center, or invite in an image of the 8 Heavenly Immortal,”

So that’s the good news. Though I might add that no matter the religion, any idols of your Gods will bring blessings. I would still try to get the Celestial Water Dragon however. But if not, find a way around it. Now as always, there is always a good and a bad to everything.

“The bogus 5 Yellow star flies to the Southeast this year, bringing danger to the eldest daughter and to those born in years of the Dragon and Snake. Homes that face Southeast or have their main doors located in the Southeast are afflicted. The Illness #2 star is located in the North and because it is strengthened by the Star of the Yin House. This means that if your bedroom or main door is located in the North, or if your house faces North. You must take active steps and place the appropriate remedies.

This star also afflicts the middle son, and those born in the year of the Rat,”

Source : Feng Shui Megamall

(https://www.fsmegamall.com)

Also, and this is my personal touch. I would make an appeal to the Ox Spirit. To give proper offerings and incense for his blessing and protection. More often than not, people seem to not think about appeasing the angry or irritated entity. By giving these offerings, you’ll at least better your own odds.

I do believe that you should follow advice from the Chinese Astrologers. They are elders and know their religion and magic better than all of us. So with this information, do the best that you can. Finally, I want to share with you this amazing work on our holy lady Iset (Isis). This is perfect for the reaping that we are on in this year of 2021.

Beautiful Mourner, Weep with Me

Truly a beautiful and endearing article from Isiopolis. Please follow her too. She’s a Prolific writer.

– M