Five Black Candles Overseas

“Someone in your family is doing black magic on you, they’re jealous. They don’t want you to be better than them. I see someone going overseas lighting five black candles. I see it’s your father.”

This woman didn’t try to upsell with cleanses, nor did she charge me. “Omg your energy, come sit with me I have to tell you something.” I was on break from Follia heading to Hotel Tortuga (a now closed Mexican restaurant) when a small white brunette woman from a Slavic background– poaching people in front of a gym a few doors before my destination, stopped me. Many street seers have done this, my infectious energy drawing them like moths to a flame, bees to pollen, flies to shit. Giving me a message was so crucial they physically inserted themselves into my personal bubble.
Upon receiving the news I believed it to be my estranged biological Haitian father, a fluent voodoo practitioner. It must have been him I responded, except there are six of us… it didn’t add up.

“My brother, my two sisters, my mom, my stepdad, me. Why would he only light five candles? Unless he didn’t know there was a boy.” She was also confused, because silently we both knew black candles are for protection.

When I shared this experience with my stepdad over a year later his replies were suspicious, guilt ridden.
“Who told you that? When? What did they say again?”
Now my stepdad is not the brightest. Great at architecture, construction, renovation work, but intelligent? No. Basic knowledge escapes him, he reminds me of a caveman banging on things and grunting. He’s amenable, with little desire to expand his knowledge via research. Having never worked in a restaurant he had the audacity to tell me where you eat doesn’t matter, it all comes out the same and the people working at restaurants don’t know what’s in the dish. Who cares? “Food is food, you yam it.” Sage Antiguan advice. Having been in the service industry for years I explained to him how incredibly wrong he was, not only were you required to know what was being served you were tested on it and needed to time your orders by sequence of service, failing held consequences (write ups, firings). Furthermore you had to know the beverage menu and pairings, that’s the bare minimum. Beyond taste aversions there were allergies, ignorance meant death. He was finally silent. How idiotic did you have to be to tell me, someone with experience, how a job you’ve never done works? He’s sexist, loud, inconsiderate and wrong.
His response confirmed he was the person who lit the candles.

Black candles are for protection, the missing one was for me. Just like childhood when he would take Whitney on shopping sprees in elementary school, announcing she got clothes because she was his kid. A sensitive child he use to pick on me, but if a man pulled up he wasn’t about that life. Part of is was punishment for my not calling him dad, which had nothing to do with him and everything to do with me being uncomfortable. At this point I was like eight you’ve known me since I was one, you had the chance to implement this but chose division.
Just like signing only my sister up for ballet, my mom having to get my uncle to buy me a laptop for school, my uncle paying for my senior trip, my mom having to sneak money for me to go to prom (thank god my teachers were UES Jewish women, my gym teachers silk halter Bebe dress fit me like a glove), just like all my siblings taking swimming classes but me, just like not helping me through college, just like taking me to his family holiday events with my sister and while she was showered in gifts I was forgotten about so they put together a measly card with twenty bucks, even though they knew I was coming (that’s why I stopped going), just like I’ve caught him red handed gathering items from my mother or me, just like he turns men interested in me into him, Genc and Mick both turned on me, or all my failed situationships, it was him doing black magic. Pay attention to patterns.

He has always sets me up to fail not wanting me to be better than his blood children, but spoiling me enough to be spoiled. Like when I went over my phone bill by 24 hours and he switched me to unlimited data, or furnishing my first apartment. The mental capacity of a child, raising my sister with delusions of superiority. Causing her to get angry when overshadowed, the way racist whites are when they see colored people with better lives. Bitch please. Everything makes total and complete sense and now I’ll act accordingly. What he did to me, I’ll pay him back in kind times three. Via: Queer Prints


My Work Here Is Done

A few things before I move on. Now that my work here is finished I feel a sense of relief, because truly I was doing you guys a favor. I’m good, I’m straight, I didn’t have to fight to protect your souls, let alone for this long:

  1. The delusion of the low grade form of celebrities who were dumb enough to think I wanted to exchange energy with you, by being in your circle. It’s a joke, you aren’t even the caliber of celebrity most people aspire to be. Never have I referenced wanting to be like Paris or the Kardashians, I think it’s an insult to my being. Fun to watch at points, but not at all put together and miserable. Same goes for MANY of you, so check your ego’s. If I wanted to be I would, as you were on my pages seeking me out, when I have created nothing for such a thing to happen. Your inflated egos and warped sense of reality is how you got in this mess. Not everyone needs the attention and validation, nor does everybody admire your lives. As you can see from myself and the public. Bitch please. You’re surrounded by fake people, with no conscious and low vibrations. I’m better than that.
  2. No fakes, that’s why I gave the information I was suppose to give and keep my affiliations private. True colors only. That’s why I did it that way. You have free will, you knew these people were awful, but you resonate with them in a nasty way. As long as you could cling to something for yourself, fuck how everybody else is treated right? Imagine if I had the same mindset, more people would have suffered. Disgusting. And yet some of you preach about being children of god, as if that’s enough. Those are words, god seeks daily action. You made your beds. Gods given you enough chances, forgiven but not forgotten. At this point nobody feels bad.
  3. To try to seek energy from me on such a day, are you mad? You spend your time going through my follow list getting people to troll. Weirdo shit. You are satanists. I am a witch, someone your ancestor went to for power. Know your place in the hierarchy. I also gave your demonic asses a heads up, when I said whatever energy you bring to me is amplified, but you soulless bimbos thought you were something. Satan is loyal to no one. There are no boundaries, how many tales must you hear to process this? Rulers of the underworld, never. There will be no reincarnation, you will rest in eternal flames. Where you belong.
  4. You idiots go to a Halloween party, a most spiritual day, when the veil is the thinnest and demons and spirits roam free, with people of Satan? Who dress in demonic gear and does god knows what with your energy? Absolutely foolish. Any energetic ties including liking pictures boo.
  5. From the ancestor, to the ice voodoo article Khloe gave, to Kanye on Letterman speaking about Satan. You knew and didn’t care. I was bullied and stalked for how long? As you can see Khloe liked my obscure instagram page post on my birthday. Get a damn clue. They interacted with me first. The fuck I look like.
  6. Fates are sealed. It is beyond me, good riddance too. There is nothing I can do, if you’ve made your bed lay in it, into the inferno.
  7. I’m the consumer, the people in the comments are the consumer, we make you rich. Without us and our opinions you are NOTHING. Humble yourself.

Quality over quantity. What does that mean to you? Via: The Pattern

Happy Halloween 2020

October 31st versus November 1st. Happy Halloween. The veil between this world and the next will be the thinnest. I’m so sad October is over. Literally I fully immersed myself in the scary culture that comes along with it. Will you miss this month too? Why or why not? Via: Scenic 90s

Facts On Facts On…

Facts. Every single day of this retrograde from Halloween on, has been bananas. Absolutely nuts and life changing. This retrograde was to clear away the things that no longer serve you. Boy did I. From moving, to beginning and ending relationships, to old ideals I had to dismantle. The craziest retrograde I’ve experience thus far. How was your November 2019 retrograde? Was it bonkers? What did you release? How do you feel? Photo: Sun and Yoga

Winnie Monroe

After scouring social media for the best Halloween costume, Winnie Harlow as Marilyn Monroe is the winner. It’s sexy, glamorous and not the typical white dress that lifts up, or the diamonds are a girls best friend pink. Who had your favorite costume? Photos: Winnie Harlow

Hallow’s Eve

The spiritual meaning of Hallow’s Eve, has roots that trace back to a celebration called Samhain. Samhain is the celebration of the darker half of the year, where we enter winter. It celebrates death and new beginnings. This is a great time to release anything that is no longer serving you.

Halloween is when the veil between the dead and the living is the thinnest. It is believed that the dead are allowed to roam our world for this one night. This is how costumes started, to either ward them off or confuse them. Many use this time to honor the dead, specifically their ancestors through rituals. In doing so one must be careful, as you might attract the wrong energy. Especially since Mercury in retrograde is overlapping with this event. How will you be celebrating tonight? Photos: Super France and Morphe Brushes

Happy Halloween

From the B in apartment 23. Not only is it Halloween, but Mercury in retrograde begins today. This means massive spiritual shifts and purging. Have fun, be smart, be safe. What are you dressing up as tonight? Photo: Sunset Witch