Golf course used by witches (President not amused)

For those who care about such things, yes, I did indeed take part in the Global Bind Trump ritual this month. Used the Denver City Golf Course for my Scottish witchcraft.

After months of preparation, which book got used?

A planned part of my Global Bind Trump "if I have to do this every damn month while he's in the Oval Office" was to do at least one ritual on the public golf course.

At this point in the blog post, I must say that I am sorry to my secret Mormon wife. She thought that my use of the public golf course as a power base for black magick and witch war activities to be wrong; she might had a golfer as a brother, given the attitude. 

So before I did my ritual "in the dark of the night," I said a prayer at the Catholic Church.

Virgin Mother, if it must be done, let it be done.

Again, sorry Ginny, it was that Catholic Church that supports that school. That one which I threatened to send my own children to, if they misbehaved. Yes, that horrible place.

I said a prayer in front of the Virgin Mother statue, explaining that it's never a good thing to take down a government; but if the current commander-in-chief is Richard Milhouse Nixon bad, and did something evil on that level, the people need our day in Court.

And that day in Court needs to happen for the children and grandchildren. 

Then I left, feeling my link flare, crossing York Street, into the darkness of the Course.

It's dark on that golf course after the sun goes down. In the end, I didn't use the bridge that I intended to use originally. No, I used a swampy bridge that I never noticed from the road, off of Hole 13. Because of darkness. Me following the cement golfer path.

Have you allowed the 42 Judges into your life?

Once I found a bridge, I recited as much of the Negative Confession as I could. It was a contest . . . because I had already done two hours of walking, so that Khari could have some privacy with her new boyfriend, Michael. Had to burn money on a movie. 

That means I only got part way through my spell . . . Number 25--Hail Neb-Sekhem, O Proclaimer of Speech who came forth from Weryt, I have not been hot-tempered . . . weak response from poppets . . . cannot finish . . . sorry, Virgin Mary, mock me, if you will.

Yeah, the bridge that I was doing my flashlight ritual from (leave no traces behind, other than bindweed) was in of the Catholic Church, so I was never lost, just confused. 

In other news, the poppets (dried mini-oranges) held up great, so bang away.

A full jail of prisoners and poppets.





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