Several years later I moved back to Florida from Michigan. At the time I had a rocky relationship with my father. One day I visited him, and for some reason, I became very agitated with him. I truly do not remember what the issue was at the time. Regardless of that, when I got home I was all fired up. So, in my heated stated I completed a binding spell. I crudely put a poppet together to be his avatar. I tossed some candles together on my altar and through in some random herbs for good measure. I am pleased to say that my spell worked out well, but it worked out to well. My goal was to keep my father at a distance from me. Instead of binding my father away from me, I magicaklly pushed everyone in my life from me.
For about a week and a half all of my personal and professional relationships were strained. My future husband’s family was more hostile to me than usual. At one point during this week his grandmother pointed her finger in my face and let me know how stupid and worthless I am. Also, I found out by word of mouth that they were gossiping that my husband was never going to marry me. Even my loving life partner, Trevor, seemed to get easily annoyed by me.
At work things were not much better. My co-worker seemed to be angry with me for heaps of things that I didn’t even do. If I asked for help with a task, I would be met with an eye roll or a flat out “No.” I was taken aback, really. Generally, I had a good relationship with my colleagues. The few friends I had didn’t return my calls or if they saw me in public they changed their walking direction to avoid me. Needless, to say that was one rough week and a half. I reflected on my work as the side effects of my spell and I made a very rash decision that launched the darkest period of my life.
One day when everyone was out of the house, I gathered up all of my books, tools, and candles and put them all into a big bag. I then tossed that bag into the backseat of my car. The next I worked the 3-11 shift in an assisted living facility. After my shift, I pulled my car around to the dumpster behind the building. Then with a heavy heart I got out and grabbed the bag that was full of my books and tools. With only a moment of hesitation I chucked everything into the dumpster and then drove home. I cried the whole drive home. I thought that I didn’t need Paganism or Witchcraft. I just needed to fit in.
No Angry Spell Casting