02-24-2014, 12:34 AM
We all have the evil within us, although some do not act on it. I have on several occasions. I have since felt very bad about some of them, and would not perform them again. In this day and age I try to stay on the lighter side of sorcery.
Once I was looking to buy a bag of marijuana and was waiting outside of downtown hang out area. This place had many people around, some of them allies. I knew they were allies because they kept speaking aloud of my inner awareness. Anyways when a bunch of people were around me I decided to speak my mind and stated to them that anyone who ripped me off would be in for some real trouble, I told them that I most likely would not fight them but would make bad things happen to them. Everyone was silent. I then, shortly after, gave a man 20 dollars for a small bag and off he went, leaving me there to wait. I waited for about an hour before i realized that he was not coming back. I was quite upset because I had thought of this guy as a decent fellow, and he had gotten we a bag before with no trouble. Forgetting my perilous threat I went in search of someone else. The next day I went back to the hangout area to find out that the man i had given the money too had nearly died that night of a brain hemorage. A week later I saw him and his face was all contorted and his speech was heavily slurred. I then wished him luck in his healing and cast a quick regenerative spell. I felt powerful, and guilty. Part of me told myself that he deserved what he got for stealing money from innocent people but another part of me felt shame for intending harm upon this man.
Once I was looking to buy a bag of marijuana and was waiting outside of downtown hang out area. This place had many people around, some of them allies. I knew they were allies because they kept speaking aloud of my inner awareness. Anyways when a bunch of people were around me I decided to speak my mind and stated to them that anyone who ripped me off would be in for some real trouble, I told them that I most likely would not fight them but would make bad things happen to them. Everyone was silent. I then, shortly after, gave a man 20 dollars for a small bag and off he went, leaving me there to wait. I waited for about an hour before i realized that he was not coming back. I was quite upset because I had thought of this guy as a decent fellow, and he had gotten we a bag before with no trouble. Forgetting my perilous threat I went in search of someone else. The next day I went back to the hangout area to find out that the man i had given the money too had nearly died that night of a brain hemorage. A week later I saw him and his face was all contorted and his speech was heavily slurred. I then wished him luck in his healing and cast a quick regenerative spell. I felt powerful, and guilty. Part of me told myself that he deserved what he got for stealing money from innocent people but another part of me felt shame for intending harm upon this man.