This story reminds me of something from my own life. My father was, during his young years, the archetypical image of the "strong man". He was into kickboxing, among other things. A very confrontational guy, but, to his credit, never an abusive one to my mother. He simply seemed to enjoy picking fights with any guy who looked her direction. Pretty well-liked guy, lots of friends, blue-eyed, blonde haired, decent looker.
Some weird woman, began following him around, like a lost dog. Had a nose like you wouldn't believe, practically the cartoonish Yehubor nose you see on caricatures. That wasn't even the weirdest part. She began stalking my mother, slowly driving past, staring at her through windows. Just absent, vacant, hateful staring. Obsessive and frankly bizarre. She'd dated people in my Dad's circle, seemingly in an attempt to grow closer to him, breaking up with them each time. By all accounts, she was a psycho.
My Mum was already pregnant with me at this time, and my Dad was starting to fall into organized crime and "Neo-Nazism" (the non-spiritualists stooge variety, and this will be particularly ironic later) and she didn't want me growing up in that world, so they were already starting to distance, albeit, not completely. They still still together, to some degree, and he was still being at least somewhat supportive. However, the news broke he'd cheated on my mother with this aforementioned woman. My Mum at the time, the typical picture of what someone would consider white female beauty. This other woman, looked every part a strange, ugly Yehuborin. My Mum of course, broke it off with him at this point. He went further into organized crime, of course, eventually was even arrested for a time.
He did maintain some presence in my life in my early years, but eventually trailed off and stopped supporting us altogether, even stopped with the child support. He ended up marrying this other woman, started a family with her. My Mum was warned by relatives of my father "not to allow me around her". She didn't really know what they meant, but she already had bad vibes, so didn't. Later on, she named her own children after famous, notorious murdered children. I think I dodged a bullet, don't you?
Of course there are some other funny stories. She tried to burn down the house, when my father got a tattoo with my mother and our names. She got him to pay for her supreme nose job (using the proceeds of crime no less). But the point to this narrative is this. How stereotypical is this story, of everything Cobra spoke of regarding the Book of Esther? Ultimately, I have not seen my father in over 20 years. All the difficulties my mother had raising a child as a single parent, and he was nowhere, off with his Yehuborin. She didn't even seem to do it out of love for him, but an obsession she had with my mother. Why would he do this? It's simple. Behind the veneer of an alpha male, was insecurities. She propped up his ego, pretended to worship him, warped his mind. He was too weak to resist her "spell", and here we are.
In a way, you could almost say I lived and survived Purim. I tell this story, because these spells are very real, and they can manifest in such literal ways. So never doubt it. My Mum, was born with minor psychic gifts she eventually passed down to me, so it's of no surprise the Yehuborim spellwork came down so hard on her. Make no mistake, Yehuborim magic most of all, by its nature, hates the purest of Potential people of the Gods most of all. My story is not even a unique one. The more of the Gods I see someone is, the more likely it is I see that their early years were regrettably mournful ones. But that's why we're here, to make that right, and to find happiness in spite of it all. Never forget that.
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the sexual instinct can be difficult especially where most are very attached to their physical bodies and identify with them.
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