Okay let me explain before I ask so you can get the situation.
My mother had put my dad on child support when I was 16 without me knowing, the thing is that was when I moved in with her for my Junior year. She mainly wanted me and my grandma to move in with her to take of my sister when she gave birth to her (the youngest not the middle child) we did help with both.
Fast forward we moved again to a new apartment, my grandma left me with her as the two don’t really get along as much especially my mom as she does talk behind my grandmas back. I was raised by my grandma and great grandmother because of her irresponsibility and my Dad after he got out the army back when I was 1 at the time. Back on topic, sorry, So I moved back with my grandma after I graduated highschool this year because our family dog died. On Christmas Day my dad threatened to call the police on my mom since I never seen my child support card (which is in her name). Haven’t talk to him since at all after that episode of his that pissed me off. They used me both to ask back and forth about the money in that Card, I was tired of that as I had no business at the time to deal with grown up stuff even now as I’m just focusing on starting college next month. It frustrated me to no end as I just wanted both my parents around me even if they’re not together and The lesson I had learned is to just get a job, Get paychecks and start saving money for an apartment.
Yeah no it wasn’t a happy learn this lesson moment, Now I have been told my mom with two rowdy children of hers is coming down here to move in with me and my grandma again!! I felt devastated as I thought I was finally free from those chains that wrapped around me but they only just tightened more drowning me into this deep ravine. I just can’t get a break from parental figures coming back to haunt me, grabbing my chains while smiling like they’re welcoming me with warm hugs but really it’s just a mask of their facades.
She has to either be in my room or my sister’s, I would choose neither but I rather have my sister’s in my room than a Snoopy mother touching and asking me what I’m doing with the witchcraft in my drawers. I can’t do freezer spells because my grandma would definitely question a jar in there(I don’t even know if we have jars to be honest)
Hopefully you’ll get s job straight out of college and can get your own place from there. That’s what I did and I never looked back it was great.
Instead of freezer spells with jars, try a binding with a poppet made of nothing but tissue paper and yarn. It’ll be easy to hide in a box that you can hide among your things - consider it as if you buried it deep in a dark place it can’t act from, be heard from or get out of. Same idea different props. Wrap it in foil in the box. That also confines the energy in it, and will look like trash if accidentally seen. Throwing it in the garbage won’t break the spell, but will make it harder to undo if needed.
I couldn’t make a poppet yet as I got busy with college starting up during that time but glad she left into her new home.
I had to take a break from my meditation as college life got to me hard, though I got back into practicing for my energy work. Sadly I don’t know how much I progressed so far so no update on that side of the spectrum.
Well, onto what I wanted to type.
I experienced an ice-cold touch in my hot as-crap room since the air condition didn’t cut on yet, All I wanted was to skip a button on YouTube and something poked me in the arm just under the front part of where the elbow bends. I went to ask for advice in my Discord group chat and they said hallucinations and brain nerves might be the reason why, Context in no way shape, or form am I prone to get hallucinations or nerve things like that happening to me.
The people made me a bit bummed out as I just wanted a spirit friend to communicate with and it slowly made me debunk what I had previously thought was a spirit but just an air draft. Every time I go there I just feel anxious and upset after my question gets answered about spirits. I can’t help but get excited that I might’ve contacted something or felt something that isn’t normal. It’s probably a coping thing as they tell me, But you can get where I’m coming from. I longed for a spirit friend.
I know this is getting long so I’ll just finish off with that I ordered books about Belial, the filthy grimoire (why not? ), the magick of angels and demons. They’re coming Saturday, hopefully early