Archive for the ‘Religion’ Category

Using Black Magic to Destroy Addictions and Illnesses

Monday, February 6th, 2012

Some people have used black magic spells to destroy addictions, such as alcohol and narcotic addictions. If your Uncle Bobby is addicted to drugs, you may pay a hoodoo root worker to cast a black magic spell to save him from his own addiction. Some people who are hopelessly addicted to tobacco may try a black magic spell to cure them of their cigarette addiction. Black magic spells have also been successfully used to kill chronic illnesses in people. While magic should never be used to cure an illness before seeking care from a traditional medical doctor, many people have attempted to destroy their diseases with witchcraft. This kind of black magic spell should never be attempted by a novice Voodoo practitioner; this is a serious spell and should be treated with great caution. Black magic is not something that an inexperienced spell caster should attempt. If you aren’t experienced enough to cast a spell to destroy addiction or illness, you should seek the services of a professional spell caster.

His Heart Was Mine

Friday, January 27th, 2012

I had done something I could never change. I had made probably the biggest mistake of my life. I only ever wanted to do that with one person in my life, and now I didn’t know if that was the case. Just like the night before, I had a surge of hormones, emotions, and questions running through my head all at the same time. What if he leaves me? How can I ever show my face at my sunday school lessons for youth class ever again? Do my parents know? What an incredibly awesome experience. Do I really love him? I love him even more. He loves me. Does he love me?

The questions in the back of my head poured through my conscious brain like a migraine pounds through your entire head. I was scared, afraid, in love, devastated, and confused all at the same time. I wanted to talk to my boyfriend. I needed to get this straightened out. What if he leaves me? I would most likely die without him. I had given him everything, and now I thought that it wasn’t such a good idea. Now, he had my whole heart, and if he broke it this time, it could never be repaired because I could never give anyone else what I had given to him.

That night while I was at my youth bible study class, he stopped by the house. Nobody was home, but he must have snuck up to my room because when I got home there was a note and a little box on my dresser. The note told me of his undying love for me that he knew I was worried and scared, but he was always going to be there for me. Inside the box was a silver necklace with a red heart symbolizing he had given me his heart.