Category: Fairy Tale

Stay Strong Princess ….. 

  
 Lately, everyday I am fighting to get out of bed because I don’t want to deal with another stressful day. 

I have to make major life choices and that is hard to do. 

I have to be strong very strong like I used to be. 

I can do this……… 

 

  

Is A Voodoo Doll Like A Person So You Can ….. Hurt Somebody?

   
 

I had to repost this highly informative and totally hysterical post I found on Google when I was looking for information how to make a Voodoo doll to make my uninvited houseguest , my motherinlaw , leave my house after seven months of torturing me and my family after seven months of pure hell. 

      Let me explain why I was researching  “Black Magic?”I ‘ve tried every every other way imaginable to ask her to leave from using the polite approach  “By the way when are you going back to your gorgeous three bedroom condo ,I heard you can get to the 2nd floor now that they finished fixing your elevator!!!!!!!!!!!!” That was about four months ago! Now I basically just say “Hey you bitch with the evil eye! “Get the fuck out of my house you took over.”

      For those of you apoalled by my lack of respect for my “evil” M.I.L please don’t judge me until you have the same nightmare situation as me. 

      Some of you might be saying leave the wheelchair bound grandmother alone she is old and lonely. WRONG!!!!! for there is no reason she should even be in a wheelchair in the first place millions of people get hip replacements like her and walk fine. She is just fucking lazy!

       Also she has long term nursing care and not only does my M.I.L live with me but I have had at least 15 different 24 hour aides that also have slept in my basement for the last seven months. Nothing like having creepy strangers who got a “aide” certificate from taking a three hour class at Walgreens, lol,so they can sit all day in my den , wipe my M.I.L’s ass and watch Dr .phil all day!!!!!!!!

      This is basically the short version why I was looking to alternative methods to get my Motherinlaw to leave my house.

      Enjoy reading the reposted article below. My husband and I were LMAO!!!!!! 

     I have not made or bought a voodoo doll yet but I probably will today!

     

 

Ask Voodoo Mama

The “Dear Abby” of Voodoo answers your questions about New Orleans Voodoo, Hoodoo, Conjure & Spiritualism

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Is a voodoo doll like a person so you can like…hurt someone?

Interesting question, and one of the most commonly asked. Voodoo dolls in the New Orleans Voodoo tradition are meant to be used as focusing tools in ritual and meditation. However, because of the portrayal in popular media of Voodoo dolls are something to stick pins into in order to put a hex on someone, it has unfortunately become a common practice by those who are not true followers of Voodoo to use them in this way. Some people believe that you can affect a person in any way you want following the principles of sympathetic magic. Sympathetic magic suggests that you can influence a situation or person by imitating that which you desire. So, in theory, if you “harm” a Voodoo doll that was created to represent a specific person, then you will also harm the person that the doll represents.
There is a strong psychological component to sticking a pin in a Voodoo doll. It can actually be quite therapeutic for the one doing the sticking. If you are the intended target, just the suggestion of someone hexing you with a Voodoo doll is enough to create a self-fulfilling prophecy. In other words, if you believe things will go wrong, they will. Indeed, Voodoo magic is faith based, which means you have to believe in order for it to work. However, the idea that you can influence things to come simply by thinking about them has been challenged.
For example, several years ago, a team of psychologists at Harvard took “several dozen college-aged men and women, a fake Voodoo doll and an obnoxious man wearing a “Stupid people shouldn’t breed” t-shirt…Each test subject and the confederate were ushered into the lab and seated at a table in front of a handmade twig-and-cloth Voodoo doll…For background, the experimenter told the pair they would be partners in a study of “physical health symptoms that result from psychological factors…in the context of Haitian Voodoo'” (Morin, 2006). Both partners were given a scholarly article on Voodoo deaths to read.” The twist was that one of the participants was a confederate and instructed to act in an annoying fashion in the presence of the other participant. The other participant, coined the “witchdoctor” because of the role he was to play, did not know that the other participant was a confederate.
“The confederate dressed and behaved normally with half of the participants — and very badly with the other half. He arrived late wearing the obnoxious T-shirt, and muttered, “What’s the big deal?” when the experimenter said she was beginning to get worried. He tossed an extra copy of a consent form toward the trash can, but missed and left it on the floor” (Morin, 2006).
The confederate (victim) wrote his name on a piece of paper and pinned it to the voodoo doll. Both participants were then asked if they had any of 26 physical symptoms, including runny nose, sore muscles, and headache. The victim stated he had no symptoms, a statement overheard by the witchdoctor.
“The witch doctor was then left alone and instructed to think “concrete thoughts” about the victim. The researchers assumed that those participants exposed to the confederate in his offensive guise were more likely to harbor “evil thoughts” about their victim–an assumption that was later borne out when they asked them if they had thought badly about their ill-mannered partner. When the victim was brought back into the room, the witch doctor, again acting on instructions, stuck five pins into the Voodoo doll. The victim was again once again asked if he had any ailments. This time, he complained that he had a headache.
The witch doctor-participants were escorted from the room and completed a questionnaire asking whether they felt responsible for the victim’s headache, whether they believed they had actually caused them harm and whether they actually had caused the headache. “The participants led to generate evil thoughts about their victim were more likely than the neutral-thinking participants to believe that they caused his headache” the researchers reported.
In fact, test subjects who had thought bad things about the creepy victim were, on average, twice as likely to feel they were at least partially responsible for causing the headache than those who had neutral thoughts, they found. “These feelings of responsibility were apparent on each of the individual items in the composite,” they reported, indicating that evil-thinking participants were more likely to feel that they had caused the symptoms, that their practice of Voodoo caused the headache, and that they had tried to harm the victim” (Morin, 2006).
Check out this video. It is related to the present discussion and demonstrates the power of suggestion. Atheist, sceptic & mentalist Derren Brown challenges the beliefs of a New Age believer with the use of a Voodoo Doll.

Reference
Morin, R. (2006). Who do that Voodoo at Harvard? Pew Research Center Publications. Retrieved: http://pewresearch.org/pubs/66/who-do-that-voodoo-at-harvard

Denise Alvarado at 9:54 AM
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DrkMIrageJune 4, 2015 at 6:38 AM

If you have a brand new voodoo doll, and left it at work, can it do any harm to who ever finds it? Even if no spell work has been done on it?
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I Live Minutes Away From The Amityville Horror House!

  
  Yes this is the actual infamous Amityville Horror house located on 112 Ocean Drive where six members of the DeFeo family were shot to death execution style including both parents and four of their sleeping children on November 13, 1974 by 23 year old by the oldest son Ronnie DeFeo. 

      In 1977 the Lutz family bought the Amityville waterfront property on Ocean Drive and were quoted as saying they “could handle living in the house.” Many speculated  the Lutz’s  bought the Amityville house to capitalize on the tradgic deaths of the DeFeo Family. The Lutz’s claimed to experience demonic and supernatural events including foul odors and seeing “green slime ”   were considered hoaxes by most local residents and paranormal experts. The Lutz’s moved out of the Amityville house a few months later. They eventually had a book deal and six movies were made based on the Amityville Horror house. 

        When I moved to the south shore I never ventured to Ocean Drive to check out the Amityville Horror House. I really had no interest to visit the site. One night my husband took me to a italian restaurant called “Mama’s” which we heard had really good italian food. It was located in Amityville. After a delicious dinner and the best baked clams I ever had in my life my husband made on the way home made a turn onto Ocean Drive. I was like no way are you taking me to the Amityville Horror House! He just laughed at me. Since I am a horror and paranormal junkie I was a little intriqued. It took it a little while to find the house since the new owners changed the actual house number address for privacy reasons but once I spotted the only house on Ocean Drive which even in the dark I could see the famous  boathouse I knew I we found the house. 

     There were two cars in the driveway so apparently the house was occupied I noticed. Since I am intuitive, my husband asked me if I wanted to get out of the car and walk around. I declined his idea right away. The well groomed house with protective a black steel fence surrounding the front of the house was the new owner’s way of saying “No Tresspassing”  

     To be honest I really wanted to go home. I saw the the Amityville Horror House and it looked like every other well groomed house on Ocean Drive. 

      A few weeks later I was getting my hair colored and my colorist who lived in Amityville told me that that all locals knew  the true story of why Ronnie DeFeo killed his entire family. She told me he was a crytal meth addict. “That is why he heard the voices telling him to kill his family.” 

      I felt so sad for the DeFeo family who died so senselessly . The next day I went back to the Amityville House and left six red roses on the front lawn. One for each of the six DeFeo family members who were brutally murdered . This wasn’t a fairytale. This was real. 

  I never will return to that house again……..

  

    

The Princess Who Drank Too Much

  My older sister has had a long history with alcholism. I tried to help her with her problem but I simply couldn’t get through to her. She denied her problem and I continued in my late teens driving her to several bars the night after a major binge because she was so drunk the night before she didn’t remember where she left her car. At least she somehow got home safely and didn’t get behind the wheel. 

 
     It was only a matter of time before her luck would run out and it did.

      I owned a clothing boutigue in Roslyn and it grossed over a million dollars in sales the first year I opened the store at the young age of 23. Since my store was so successful my older sister left her teaching job and joined my staff. I was against the whole idea but had no choice since my mom was the president of my corporation. 

     It started out fine for the first few weeks. Then I noticed my sister was slurring her words when she spoke to customers every now and then.  The problem esculated and my manager Jody who worked with my sister on my days off and she told me that my sister was getting too out of control and the customers were starting to notice.

      One rainy night jody offered to drive my sister home because she was extemely drunk and could barely walk. Of course my sister told her she was fine and to mind her own business. 

       On the 2 mile ride to our house her car skidded and she hit a telephone pole. Me being newly married got the call from my frantic parents who told me to meet them at the hospital. The first things I saw when I found my sister’s room was that she had a bloody lip and to my horror was hancuffed to the hospital bed. My sister motioned me to come to her and whispered to me to take her handbag out of the room. 

    As I passed my father who was crying to the police officers who happened to know my family because our house alarm that was connected to the police station was always going off. He was begging them not to take her to jail that night after the plastic surgeon treated her lip. 

     My mom most of noticed how I was trying to pass the police holding my sister’s large handbag and she quickly joined me when I managed to sneak it out of the room. She followed me to the ladies room and we found in her bag a half full bottle of vodka which we opened and poured the rest down the drain. Then we saw a large trash can and tried to bury the huge bottle under hundreds of paper towels we pulled from the dispenser. 

      I felt like I was aiding a felon but family love was always unconditional in my life and me and my mom just had to take care of my sister even if meant hiding the evidence. 

       My father managed to save my sister from going to jail that night and took her home .  She had to appear in court a few days later and since it was her first offense they pleaded her case down to driving while impaired.

         I on the otherhand was so traumatized by the experience from that night on if I have more than obe drink I will not get behind the wheel. 

    Unfortunately my sister didn’t learn from that night and got 2 more DWI’s s and even lost her teaching license. 

     Do not drink and drive!!!!!!!!!! 
 

       

Take A Gamble On Love

Love finds you when you least expect it.

    I went on a last minute vacation to the trendy El San Juan Hotel in Puerto Rico with my parents. I had just moved back to there home in Roslyn on the North Shore of Long Island after I left my first husband after 14 months of newlywed hell.

     I was barely 26 years old when my divorce was final and was suddenly single for the first time in my life since I was seventeen. Even though my parents were happy the marriage was over because they never liked the guy, I could tell they were not too thrilled to have their “little princess” back living in their house. 

     They had a plan, take me away to Puerto Rico, a week after I moved back home, and hopefully I would meet someone. Really? Was that even possible? My mom who claimed to have phychic abilities must have received a sign! Lol! 

     The first night in Puerto Rico my parents went to bed and left me alone at a blackjack table with a couple of black chips each worh a hundred dollars. I remember getting strange looks from the other players who eyed my black chips probably thinking why I was sitting at a blackjack table with a ten dollar minimum bet. 

    I looked totally clueless and I guess I was because it was a few years since I played blackjack. The basic rules like don’t hit on 17 etc I remembered and It wasn’t until a few vodka shots and about five hands later I noticed a really cute dark haired guy smiling at me across the table.

      Then I suddenly remember getting dealt really bad cards and not quite knowing whether to take a hit or not, this cute stranger was trying to offer his advice. Then the person playing next to me got up and the cute guy got up and sat next to me. 

     So we played blackjack and flirted through every hand. I found out his name was “David” who happened to be a lawyer and lived in a condo in NYC. 

       We took the elevator to my floor located on the penthouse and he was impressed. I informed him My parents were seasoned gamblers and were treated like royalty at this hotel. We had a few cocktails at the private bar on my hotel floor. He kissed me and it felt so right.

   At about three in the morning I went back to my hotel room and my mom was furious at me for coming in so late.  I told her mom “I met a cute 31yr old lawyer from NYC.”  She suddenly calmed down and smiled.  Maybe my mom is really phychic ????? 

  
      I moved into David’s penthouse condo six months later and was engaged to him within a year I was living like Carrie Bradshaw having sex in the city without the drama. 

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    Yes I still have the same Dior tee 

        

 

     

Don’t Mess With This Queen

  
   I have been involved in so many relationships with toxic people who tried to change or ruin me. 

   Sometimes people just want to see a princess get knocked off her throne because they are so envious of someone who seems to have it all. 

      Truth is I have had a much tougher life than most people know. 

     So don’t mess with this princess, I  am a force to be reckoned with. 

  

    This Queen is a survivor wno is in charge of her own destiny. 

  






The Other Princess

Once upon a time I when I was a undergraduate I met a guy who was a few years older than me that was different from the usual guys who picked me up. He was cocky bold and had very confident. 

     He told me he was from the South Shore of Long Island and I instantly told him that I was from the North Shore and I don’t date anyone from the “other” shore. I was trying to show him I was just as self confident as he came across.

       Well I broke my own rule and went out with this guy because he was different and oddly too sure of himself. 

       The chemistry was electricfying and after one kiss I was falling in love. I knew he felt the same way because we couldn’t stay away from eachother. He would meet me after my night classes and we would end up having a few drinks in a local bar and makeout in public not caring if anyone was watching us. We were in our own little world.  

 
   It seemed like a fairytale. He often told me he remembered the exact outfit I was wearing , which was tight brown leather pants, the first time he saw me in the library. No other guy I ever went out with before him ever mentioned such details about myself. I was flattered and impressed. 

Something about him however made me a little uncomfortable. I seemed to tell him almost everything about myself yet he was guarded and a little too mysterious whenever I asked him certain things about his life. 

      Then the bombshell fell, a friend of mine from the same town as him told me he saw in a local newspaper his engagement announcement . 

       I thought a thousand knives stabbed me in the chest when I found out how I was used and deceived. 

        I was suddenly I was the “other woman”  and emotionally crushed. I wanted revenge and nothing would stop me………. To be continued