Sunday, February 26, 2017

Dreams of Profisy (my personal story)

Introduction:  It started when I was twelve.  This gift I had received, but I had no clue where it was coming from.  I had gone to the movie theatre with my mom to see Toy Story.  That night, I dreamt that I was seeing a movie with my classmates.  I was astonished when my teacher announced two weeks later that we were going to see Jumanji as a field trip.  I had to go, and I did.  I had a blast.  But, I didn’t think anything of it.  Another incident happened to me sitting with friends at our table in the cafeteria.  We were joking around with one of my guy friends stating that he was gay, and he liked another boy.

               I thought in my head: “No, he’s not my type.”

Directly after that, he said the same words.  I couldn’t believe my ears, and I told my friends what happened.  They didn’t believe me.  I thought these coincidences were just coincidences.  It was little things like this that happened…But I didn’t understand why…I didn’t understand what it meant…Or that I had a purpose in life.

     I was always a church going young lady.  I even taught Sunday school for a day over the summer.  I thought I taught the whole summer, because I had so much fun.  I was trying to prepare myself to be around kids more often, because my very first sister was going to be born soon.  I was twelve when my mother had her.  That same year, after she was born; I turned away from church, and ran to another so-called “way of life” witchcraft.

               My friend and I went to the mall with twenty bucks.  My mother asked me not to spend it all.  But, I found a book called: To Break a Hex Spell Book.  It read on the back that the genre was: humour/magick.  We thought it would be fun to try it out since we were the outcasts of the school.  It didn’t work.  But, the spell that was on the cover I casted on a girl that had been picking on me in school.  It was an easy spell with paprika and yellow construction paper, and a permanent magic marker.  The only thing I didn’t do, was recite the words at midnight for a whole week. 

               The spell worked half way…The girl didn’t bother me for three months.  Actually, she ended up being nice to me in fact.  I tested it out on a teacher, and another girl that bothered me when I went back to my old school doing it the same way.  It worked again, in fact, this grumpy teacher ended up being nice to me.  I felt as though I had ultimate power.  I liked the feeling of being in control of the universe.  I felt as though I was God.  I felt as though I could do whatever I wanted.  That the world was all in my hands to control and play with…

               Witchcraft was derived from Catholicism (got backwards believe or not shamanism, voodoo, witchcraft which is usually called paganism, or Wicca are old ways life a nature ).  I grew up Methodist, so I felt close to home with this “way of life”.  My mother grew up in church as well.  But my dad’s side had “witches”.  So, I had always been torn between the two beliefs.  I found out to my surprise that my great aunt practiced the craft.  She told me one time when I was spell casting to imagine a white light surrounding me to protect me from evil.  I noticed that this way of life was peaceful, and dangerous at the same time.  Magick there is no white magick, and no black magick.  It was always grey.  In the middle of white, and black.

               When I was ten years old, my Uncle on my mum’s side took me to Casadega, Florida, which he thought was a witch town.  It wasn’t witches, it was psychics.  I wanted to have this power, and he bought me a book on how to be psychic.  A lot of these types of literature teaches about imagination.  To gain the power to foresee the future, you must do exercises.  One of them was imagining a ball of fire in your hands, and tossing it from one hand to the next.

               My father’s family always took me to places to learn history of things.  I was always thrilled when I got to go on little field trips with my father’s family.  I think it’s important to know history, because we keep repeating it over, and over again.  My Grammie took me to St. Augustine when I was fourteen I think.  It was interesting learning about the war, but I really don’t remember anything but the canyons, and sitting in the electric chair.  She also took me to the psychic town again when I was sixteen.  I sat with a psychic for two hours, paid for one.  She really liked me for some reason.  She told me to go to college, because I was going to be someone big.  She wouldn’t tell me what I was supposed to be doing.  I had the tape, but lost it somehow with all the moving around I’ve done.  She also said my soul mate would be in Tennessee.  But, she also told me we have many soul mates.

               When I was sixteen, and going to Mainland High school, my Uncle took me one weekend to see Final Destination in the theatres.  I liked the movie so much that I told him I got to go see it with my friends, and my boyfriend at the time.  He told me not to, because it would be bad luck.  I didn’t listen to him, and went anyway.  The Monday I came back to school, I saw a young girl in the shadows, and it looked like her face was swelled up around her eye. 

               I asked her: “What happened to your-“

Before I knew it, she walked out into the sun, and it disappeared.  She looked at me funny, and I shut my mouth and told her never mind.  Three days later, my face swelled up around my eye, and I had no clue why.

It was as if I had been bitten by something.  Those are just a few of the things I had foreseen.  But, with EVERYTHING I have foreseen, would blow your mind, or not understand it.  But, maybe some of you would…

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