I was in my childhood home.

A family member came in and she started attacking me.

I was knocked down and she shoved a feather duster in my face.

I held my breath because I didn’t want to breathe in the dust particles.

And she wouldn’t let me up.

She kept me held down.

I was finally able to get away from her.

“Why are you doing this?” I inquired.

“I came here to kill you.” She told me.

And she started choking me.

I got away from her again.

And I went to the bedroom to get my gun.

Another family member was in the bedroom, and I told her that the other one was trying to kill me.

And that she shouldn’t trust her.

The other family member followed me into the bedroom and attacked me again.

JUMPED SCENES

We ended up in the living room with a female police officer.

She was taking my family member’s statement.

And she was saying all of these negative things about me.

She said that I assaulted her and pulled my gun on her.

“She hit me, that’s when I pulled my gun,” I stated.

I put my gun on the table and showed the officer that the safety was still on.

“She said that she was going to kill me,” I told the officer.

“I’m not eating anything that she cooks, or gives to me,” I explained further.

The officer kept smiling like she was amused at the whole situation.

“Yeah, this family is fucked up,” I told her.

The officer finally left and I was sitting on the dining room floor with the family member from the bedroom.

We were talking and the one who attacked me was watching me from the hallway.

I stuck my tongue out at her, and she ran like a bull towards me and kicked me in the chest.

The strangest thing is that she kicked right through me.

Her leg went through my chest.

I didn’t feel anything.

She backed off, and we ended up in the bedroom again.

It was me, my two family members, my daughter, and the one who attacked me, her daughter.

She was still saying that she was going to kill me.

And I told her that I was going to put the voodoo lady on her.

“And she ain’t no joke.” My daughter stated.

“If you don’t stop, something bad is going to happen to you,” I told her.

That quieted her down.

I could feel her energy.

She became docile.

“I know, my daughter is going to die.” She said, meekly.

“You know this for sure?” I asked her.

She didn’t respond.

“What did the tarot cards say exactly?” I inquired further.

I got no response from her.

“I’m going to do a reading for you. And usually what I see will happen in…”

“4, to 6, to… 8 months.” Me and my daughter said in unison.

My daughter turned and looked at me with a surprised expression.

END DREAM

MESSAGE

Well, isn’t it obvious?

The bitch is sending bad juju, bad spellwork my way.

And it’s to kill me.

I don’t talk to any of my family members.—none of them, aunts cousins, uncles, nobody

So I’m confused and really not confused about where the hatred is coming from.

“They don’t think that you deserve what you have or are about to get.”

She kicked me through the chest but it didn’t hurt.

Her spellwork is not going to work and it’s going to backfire.

This specific family member like myself, reads the tarot cards and does rootwork.

The first time that she told me that she had started doing rootwork, I told her to be careful.

It was a warning to her, to not fuck with me.

Because I knew that she was gonna come for me.

I had already dreamed about her paying to have rootwork done on me.

When we were on speaking terms.

She had peeked into my future.—And she has told me this.

And my response to what she saw in my future was…

“I’m not sharing with anyone, because they don’t DESERVE it.”

What I really meant was, “Y’all don’t deserve it.”

She’s jealous and angry.

So much so that she wants me dead.

“Hmph…”

“What you wouldn’t do for cocaine.”

You got caught with drugs and served time under that same family member’s identity.

And now that family member has a drug felony charge under their name.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Why are you doing this?

—The WHY doesn’t matter, some people just aren’t good people.

Just be glad that you’re going to be “ALIVE” to see my future happen.

In the dream, when I told her that something bad was going to happen to her.

She said that her daughter was going to die.

I was shocked because I thought that it was going to be her grandchild.

When rootwork hits you, it’s usually the person or thing that you love the most that gets taken from you.

But she said that it would be her daughter.

“And so it will be.”

I keep pulling the card for “Death in the family, my condolences.”

Chile…

“I don’t know why people won’t just leave me the fuck alone.”