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It appears that a few (very few) people have looked at this blog. I'd like to think it is some of those about whom I've written. I believe I did send them a link to this page at one time; now whether or not they remember it or ever came here, I have no idea. The initial post I wrote was intended for them to read, but, in true apathetic fashion, I heard nothing from any of them in regards to its content. I also sent them all a copy of the Oya ritual that I wrote, asking for feedback and/or comments, and heard nothing. So, in addition to the "leader" being a two-faced prevaricator, the others proved themselves to be little better in their attitude.

So if it's one or all of you reading this, I have but a few things to say to you. First, I find it funny that you don't have the balls to comment on anything I've said. Of course I would probably remove it or refute it (if I wanted to waste my time), but the fact that you can't, really makes me laugh.

Second, you'll notice the only time any of you comes to mind and inspires me to write here is when someone contacts me and I am reminded. Otherwise, I give little thought to any of you or your pathetic little machinations. As I stated in my previous entry, I feel no need nor interest in "cursing" any of you. There's no point in cursing people who are their own worst enemies. And, frankly, I didn't think you were worth my time and effort. When I am done with something or someone, I am done. That means I couldn't care less what you are doing, what little rituals you are bleating. I don't wish you well, I just wish you out of my life. You are all dead to me.

Thirdly, I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't try any more tricks to bring me anywhere near you. I think our mutual friend was used by one of you in particular to try to get us to a Samhain party. I think you orchestrated it; I do not believe he would be party to it if he knew your real motives. And if you find anything else of mine lying around your house . . . keep it, donate it, or trash it. I don't want it back, and I don't want your puerile attempts to remind me that you still exist. I really don't care.

Now, if you persist on trying to contact me or draw me somewhere so you can have the "last word" or whatever it is you want to say to me, I may have to resort to some sort of magick to keep you the fuck away from me. And it won't be benign; it will be "do whatever needs to be done." That means, if you have to die to be kept away from me, so be it. Permanently maimed, so be it. Caught stealing yet again and put in jail, so be it. I'll leave it up to the gods.

Oh, keep coming here if you want to. I'll only be posting if there's been some attempt to contact me or bother me.