when enough is enough and you are DONE with the dumbfuck pathetic dweebs who strive to be in a pissing contest with the littlest of women, it’s thyme 2 create your very own Back The Fuck Off Mojo Bag! it’s thyme 2 Repel those sorry-ass bastards from your space! you owe them absolootly nothing. But you do owe yourself peace of mind and healthy connections. so let’s get to it!
Here’s what U will need:
a pouch or drawstring bag of some sort
Some herbs: Devil’s Claw, Parsley Root & Mugwort – these herbs are known to protect and ward off negative energy! you can purchase these at mountain rose herbs. i have posted a link at the end of this post.
Some Oils: a few drops of Black Pepper Essential Oil – it smells delish and gets folks a steppin’ out of your space! you can purchase this oil at mountain rose herbs, too!
Gemstone: Hematite – a grounding stone that wards off negative energy.
A voice: permission 2 be angry. it’s allowed! cuss like a sailor – to acknowledge to yourself that you have been hurt or feel used, etc. But also be sure to acknowledge to yourself that you have learned a dynamic lesson and you can be grateful to your dumbfuck for helping you see this dark area that needs to be brought to light!
Self Forgiveness: a handwritten note 2 yourself that expresses self forgiveness 100% and self love 100%. i think the hardest part of being hurt by someone is because we feel like we allowed it. we were vulnerable when we should have been wise. we are more pissed off at ourselves than we are our dumbfucks. we need to forgive ourselves, and our dumbfucks and just move the hell on.
after you gather your supplies, place all of these items in your mojo bag and keep it with you!
You may notice a shift in your circle of friends. people who have less than nice intentions toward you will quickly fall away from your space. you will also start to attract people who are of a brighter and higher vibration into your mix. you may notice that you will no longer feel attracted to people who once tickled your fancy. but your attraction to other quality people may begin to grow. allow this shift to happen for your highest good!
May this flow + go wherevz is needed!
i was 15 at the thyme. the pews were packed as usual. the preacher’s hair did not move no matter how hard he shook his head and waved his hands to prove his pious point. he had perfect preacher hair + he had bright lights shining down on his exalted face. AND he had a pretty stage. this man was important. i believed every word he said. when someone talks with authority when you’re a dumbass kid like i was, you tend to believe every word they say.
surely they are not telling lies. surely these people can be trusted.
i have no idea on this particular sunday what topic he was preaching about. it was most likely something along the lines of how secular music can open your mind to demonic influences. Or how he would rather be scared into heaven than burn in hell. Or how gay people have an agenda to make other people gay. Or how the new age movement had an agenda to creep in and possess our minds.
so that was me at 15.
sitting on a pew.
my son recently asked me if i have ever had any paranormal experiences. i had to tell him the truth. i had 2 paranormal experiences and they both happened at church.
they both happened the same way. the pews were packed as usual. the preacher’s hair did not move no matter how hard he shook his head and waved his hands to prove his pious point. everyone was focused on what he was saying. it was almost a typical sunday.
in the seat where i sat the room grew dim. i looked around to see if anyone else had noticed the shift in lighting. obviously it was just me. i began to feel an eerie presence engulf me. i could not see it, but i could feel it. it started at the top of my head and it quickly moved down my legs. i was now paralyzed. i could no longer hear anything the preacher was saying or the “amens” from the people around me. i could only feel my heart racing and my palms sweating. i couldn’t move. i was terrified. what is this thing that is on me? do i have demon? am i being possessed? am i being possessed in the middle of a church service? am i going to levitate and fly into the preacher and mess up his perfect preacher hair? the only thing i had was my mind. i couldn’t move, but i could think. in my mind, i told myself that i was protected and safe. that’s when the thing finally left. my hearing came back. i could move my legs. my heartbeat soften. i was back to being just a normal church face in the crowd.
when i was a dumbass kid, i reasoned like a dumbass kid. in my mind, this creepy thing that had happened was probably from something i had done. it couldn’t possibly be the preacher. it couldn’t possibly be the church. it was totally me. i was sure of it.
i wish i could go back in thyme and have conversations with my younger self. i would tell her that she is sensitive to the energy around her and to trust herself because she is gifted. i would tell her that she was obviously in an unhealthy, low vibration setting that was created long before she ever sat on that pew. i would tell her that where there is fear, control and manipulation, she would never feel at home. and i would tell her, not feeling at home in a setting like that is a GOOD thing. i would also tell her to blog about it.
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