Day 111 April 10th, 2013

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Have you come back to receive the story you’ve been anticipating seen December? The story about the Petra’s childhood experience (at the age of 12) with a love spell (that which she repented for, concerning), from which a bewitching, enchantingly above normal, handsome man appeared to her in a dream, with eyes that beheld seemingly all things, strikingly luring in, and saying with His bewildering message, “I’m coming back to get you one day, I’m coming back to take you away” – questions of that dream, still the unanswered. Learn to never doubt that there is power both with God and with the enemy – when or since “the violent” took the Kingdom and a war, maybe, even being fought right now – though our Lord has already won that fight, on a round course of time.

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The Power of The Craft Is Misunderstood, How That Said, It Is Not Real.

But, Because It is…, It becomes an Abomination in the Wrong Hand.

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I will begin to tell you about my Petra, when she realized for the first time “power exist with who dangerous”, if the enemy. She was only then a young, skinny and shy girl at the age of twelve going on thirteen, sitting in English class behind a girl friend yet unbeknownst to her of family practices kept secret of the occult, and, else adjacent, she sat (the Petra) in front of a young man, the class “act up”, good-looking and put close to the front that he might be less influenced to cause a distraction with the other more rowdy ones toward the back, having been strategically placed behind where the teacher’s apple sat, “a quite, timid girl thought not to be his type, but, just maybe, to be an example of how to act in class, astute and posture strait.”

But she did not have high self esteem, as, thinking not herself attractive and truly baffled each time the boys would ask if she would like to “cut-in” on the water line, wishing but only it had been another boy. For, she couldn’t help it, her heart seemed to skip beats and her breath would be at a loss, coming face to face with the guy behind (“that trouble-maker”, in seat, a “two-year-held-behind”), that is, if he was there, every time at the beginning of a class and at the end when papers were passed in and out, up and down the row line. She could not help but notice his light and big, did I say “big”, steel blue eyes. Those that had captured her heart but had not noticed her ever to offer her a cut in the water line. As it was, how that, just about the only attention she was getting from him, every now and then, was a paper spit-ball lodged in the hair and peering eyes to nonchalantly and inquisitively take a glance in her direction, but not at her, as rather, to the vicinity of answers. No, it wasnt that he was checking out her nail polish, it didn’t even grace her hands at that age but a pencil and pin and soon the year to follow (while being a Jesus Freak was IN) – a bible. Nevertheless, then, it was, still, just school books and papers that drew looks over her shoulders that even the teacher, hum, possibly made no true effort to notice – anything to get the boy to move on, and surely, by then, he knew the answers anyway. Probably just a little competition and inquisitiveness – who was smarter while he was on his way, though, to where, he didn’t know it was where to get to know that “Jesus freak yet to be”, that even was yet to get and have passed a love note, one that would change both their lives.  

Day 112, April 11

Needless to say, third hour became her favorite class, even sixth hour that is, if Mr. big blue eyes was in it, for it wasn’t rare for him to have played hooky. The kid obviously had issues, but, truth be known – not a bad boy, and looking for love at a very young age, fifteen, even for, a way to escape home. Wanting to get out of the house, in such a way, he would have almost sold his soul, perhaps even thinking, making His own family, a way out, and for love He was venerable to have His heart stolen.  

The Petra couldn’t help but to confide in her girlfriend who she had shared, back and forth, 1st and 2nd seat with in the 6th grade, blowing the sax, who she also had an extra hour with, music, in the seventh grade – seeing her and Earl, both, two times during a school day, if not more. That is, Earl, again, in Sixth hour, but even Debbie seeing Him again in Seventh. So much interaction, or rather attending of class between them, and mostly the interaction, imaginary in the Petra’s mind when it came to Earl pertaining to her; merely just two classes a day in the same room she had within his vicinity. Oh, yes, she considered herself lucky, of class scheduling, at lest she thought, and kept her crush to herself as long as she could. And though she beamed whenever she saw her crush, she had tried her best to conceal it from Earl “her make believe sovereign Prince and her the Dame”.  

Now, Debbie, who had always remained a little mysterious, not talking much about her family or self, who the Petra even sometimes walked home with, when she would to miss her bus, one day when the Petra couldn’t hold it in any longer, needing to tell someone, how she wished Earl was her boyfriend and road her bus, that is, when she wasn’t missing it, to the Petra’s great surprise, after Debbie hearing about her crush on Mr. big blue eyes, she was quite amused, even so much so she took a chance and opened up about her family, a first, and in such a way that diffidently was a surprise.

The Petra didn’t see a chance in the world that her make believe prince could or would ever find her attractive – herself on the taller side for her age and frail, quiet and somewhat inexperienced when it came to having a boyfriend, not to count that there two boys who had carried her books for her when she, prior, was in the 5th and 6th grade, and, but having shot up in height another two to three inches with her weight that had not caught up with her. So, it was no wonder, the class cut-up (the most handsome of all, in the Petra’s eyes, when it came to a fifth-teen year old in the seventh grade), with all the more, mature muscles, had not, as yet, noticed her; besides, even the prettier girls which she thought were more his type had snubbed her.  

But, the Petra had a friend or two, and of one, there they were, two girls walking home, one, tall and skinny and insecure, and the other, who a little stout with freckles, both of long stringy hair, but, the other, confident and didn’t seem to care about the boy’s, at least not at that particular time, but, had taken an interest in her friend’s crush – not to steal the Petra’s chances away, but to assure them. As, she out of the blue opened up and said, “Would you like for me to make him fall in love with you.” And, of course, the Petra’s replied, “what do you mean, you have to be kidding?” 

“NO! I can go to my Grandmother and ask her for a love spell”.  

And an anything but nonchalant, defined cry, “a love spell”! rang out. Yes, quite the opposite from nonchalant, and a stuttering and nervous “I don’t know”, followed – all the Petra could commit to, but Debbie said, “think about it…see you tomorrow”.

Day 113, April 12

What a surprise and quite nerve racking, the Petra had not ever come across anyone, ever before, that had admitted to knowing anybody or being involved with what most people would term “witchcraft”. And to what kind, how big or how many, or who else but a Grandmother (the Petra never met), as to, Debbie being close or familiar with – the Petra knew no details and never did. She had no clue that there was really anything to it, or whether it really had anything to do with the Devil, since nothing in the Bible really never equated the two together, lest you were to consider the wiles of the Devil as being enchantment or trickery. But surely in the bible it mentioned God’s anger against such, as with any unholy practices. Practices, such as, spiritual coercing for selfish reasons, and the managing of ones life to create fate by divine powers other than by God’s, as not by way of the Lord’s approval, nor of who all effected.

God displeased with whom practicing roguery or unrighteous controlling-to-the-demise of a person, through spiritual powers. Grieved, especially, if same, practicing or obtaining favor of a curse, being, who having been undeniably serviced of Him or His, as, delivered from evil. For, surely then, for who having been blessed to live no longer by the need of faith in the power of God, what need of the spiritual, other than by or through the Lord of their salvation, would they have need concerning.

But, sadly a thirteen year old girl, who only having lived believing in God by faith, and questioning, recklessly, good and evil, did not act with honorable judgments. Her knowledge, then, pertaining to what God had implied toward incantations was, for her, vague, with, she was not of any real conviction, yet, that she was called. And it had been a long time since she had sensed God working in her life (her home was going through changes, parent’s had the year before, divorced). As it was, then, she had not been close to her Lord in a while. And her curiosity got the best of her.  

Herself thinking, “did witch craft really have the ability to cast a spell of love”? She wondered, and that was her first mistake. Her second was in wondering, “was the Devil truly the enemy if He did have power like unto God”, thinking him the King of the craft, to, perhaps a better god to grant wishes – her self-centered will was winning only to lead her astray.

To see what the other side could offer, oh, what a big mistake!

And, surely, if there had been no power in such, why, then, anyone ever having been desirous of practicing or inquiring about or toward, and too, or the Lord angered with those that did, who had received Him as Lord. I answer, there is and was power by certain craft by certain means, and the Lord angered because with such, as but, truly, archaic and mostly by the unrighteous practiced for unholy reasons. 

With, as but the Lord the expert on such, and had come to rule over it, having ordered a more excellent way, a righteous way to meet all desires in His kingdom, holy. His divine persuasions, not up setting the apple cart to cause any to fall displeased of him, or Him of them. But, not the case with man recklessness, and, too, the people as involved with such, they were not only manipulating, enchanting spirit and creature, but promulgating abominable practices of sexual immorality and more. Most, as were in heresy toward truth, it having been twisted and turned around from where it began, and lying spirits, demons and more, mostly unbeknownst had become honored as the god’s/powers called upon – working enchantments.

Indeed, by the summoning of spirits and energies, unregulated, it led to the shameful practiced and the perversion of that knowledge, to, worshiping powers in archaic ways and means, bringing back even fallen types of shamanism for selfish reasons, to, wishes met, but of none justification – as, though lifting countenances, by working nature against itself, still, taking, like stealing, without confession and repentance or due labor.

Yes, “the ignorant” and “the thoughtless” of such practices, such are who made of lost advantage, and surely victim to “sin” by sorcery. Therefore, the Lord having done in His own due time – “the setting of both energies and spirits” perfect in the Kingdom, where, there, left in peaceful and divine, holy, harmony. Perfection, the Lord’s, and, not “what of imperfection” – an evil witch’s or sorcerer’s sporadic and erratic coercing of “selfish will” that became common practice.

Evil is the craft of spells, like unto mammoth with the learned concerning, as, how unregulated to moral obligation, and eventually focused on unrighteous self-made immortality and evil subjection – tempting lavishness required more and more at the expense of others, drawing energies and reward from where rather such should have been rather left alone, and the violent created.

God help whosoever the victim to the evil of a spell, but may they give their life to God and be saved. And may the man of God utilize “the power of God” against the enemy, learning from God’s word, becoming who enlightened with the Word of God, that which is to be as a full suit of armor to stand against the evil day that shall come. And of that day, let it be, many in, as, having been girt about with my truth such of here, with who truly teaching righteousness and strengthening faith, indeed, strengthening faith and revealing “the power” of our godly peace between it and faith with works. Even, through here, understanding and implementing how that the enemy sees its self defeated, with, rebuking demons and having done all to fight the war by the wisdom of God’s instruction, realizing their power exists, even so, demons to defeat. 

Therefore, might you know the Word of God as who shall be here for you to help you to fight the enemy, saying, “be in the Power of the Lord’s might, leave the evil of the craft, be with whose Kingdom as of powers is ONE and of harmony, and be not as the Petra was, in need of repentance from being self-centered and having temporally hoped upon God’s enemy by archaic means that became truly but spiritual evil in the celestial.  

And know true doctrine – “not all are preserved unto grace in this life”, as some, though they have sinned, yet of “everything working together for good”. As, not all are called of such, “a foreordained priestly duty and all it entails, as, that but sure…; but, all, if to seek the Lord in time, they are called that they might repent and enter “in”, to become one with…and as a high-priest. For, all are called to enter and labor here for a sure reward through Jesus, that reward – “even Love in heaven”. 

Day 114, April 13

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And as you might imagine from what I’ve told you so far, the Petra at twelve went astray by curiosity and thoughtlessness – she sought “love” through a friend’s suggestion to call upon a witch’s craft, not knowing what to expect. And wound up getting involved in what surprisingly was very real, and of end, very boding.

The next day she approached her friend Debbie to inquire with her pertaining to her offer“ her grandmother’s ability to cast a love spell. At which time, the Petra learned that it would take a love-note, rather same, a poem, that, once read by both parties, would do the trick.

Agreeing more out of curiosity to see if it really would work, the Petra assured Debbie she was willing to have her request a spell from her Grandmother, and Debbie requested the Petra return the next day to school to receive that love spell how enacted from both her and Mr. big blue eye’s reading a poem, of course, unbeknownst as a spell to Earl.

The girls had even made plans to meet up the following night for the middle-school foot ball game, where the Petra for the first time realized, God wasn’t the only one that could make wishes come true, though she had not as-of-yet asked God of any wishes that came true, as notably like a miracle “a miracle – “that” was several years yet coming. But, to then, she was ignorant of the price that she would pay acquiring love as through a power other than God”.

Little did she know even then, that in the future, her only love would be God, as she would to become as if His Princess and Bride, and all, despite her her imperfections in God eyes. For God’s love never ended pertaining to her who he chose, and even because, she called on wisdom early. And through such, his love has been long suffering and forgiving, with and even because, His love has gone out to all that ever lovingly possessed or were desirous of instruction, having sought His words, and having prayed sincerely to be helped to be good and of His delight, himself knowing everything from before and beyond, our strengths and our weaknesses, our luck and our misfortune. He is even the God who said, “For I hate divorce!” says the LORD, the God of Israel. “To divorce your wife is to overwhelm her with cruelty…” So guard your heart; do not be unfaithful to your wife.”

He is a God, regardless of the past or future, who is and has been patient and long-suffering for set seasons and times, even loving in rebuke concerning his words of their keep, and who having been patient with the people of good intent keeping His word and believing selves believers, though, nevertheless, in heresy. And even forgiving them as who even with His words but not having been perfectly retained or understood, that is, as long as, who, same, 1) having loved the word, as who did call upon wisdom early, and when Wisdom came, in life or death, whom having submitted, in, humbled till all things revealed, and, but too, 2) welcoming (from the righteous judge, whenever), godly rebuke and or righteous chastisement concerning any shameful casting or acceptance of doctrine.  God’s deliverance but only according to righteousness, extended even to all having been in error, even greatly and abominably, if, not forgoing His judgment, and from confession to repentance. – who God, even it is, who to hand out a righteous and perfect judgment to come upon all men who truly only guessed upon His word or received it through having allowed self to be blindly or ignorantly guided.  And many the ignorant, why – who as under false doctrine pertaining to the scroll warned for noting nothing to be taken away from or rendered to, to falsify or minimize.

His patience and tolerance with heresy – such is even because of His Words being Words of destiny but through corruption, and suffered how by in that, they were meant for me, to be in me, unto, corrupted not. And it shall be with 1) the former ignorant keepers of His Word as who but having been of a meek spirit to further Wisdom, that they will have their reward for their preservation of the Word of God, accordingly. But, even too, who of reward, of course, 2) who having believed in God’s Word,  submitting ever to it with their personal understanding of it through a desire for a loving God ever supportive of mercy and long suffering of ignorance, if such understandably befallen. And, even also, reward in heaven going unto 3) whom of this life turning contrite, humbled confessing their prior ignorance of knowledge toward the mysteries of God’s Words, and through such confession, to be forgiven for the Words that they none righteously considered, and taught, and that became by them what having been kept in error and, some, having lead to transgression. 

But blessed, best, shall be those as teachers, who though not fully having understood the instruction of God, yet, who were of faith based on common sense of love, even with having respectfully taken charge promoting well-mannered behavior, and, if of being in charge with godly rebuke and chastisement, nonetheless, only with whom God granted under roof or keep. Reacting how of campaign to the outside as public, “to go about freely”, but of the right place and time, lessening offence.

I say, who receiving the mercy of God is who having rendered mercy, and of reward, what having shown Love. And if you define Love completely, you shall truly be in Love if you protect that Love and defend it, being wise as a snake and as gentle as a dove, for good the outcome.

But we all have suffered because certain men having promoted evil right from the words of God, for their own gain or revenge, by ungodly interpreting, denying how the Word has been set yet continuous of revelation through but only “the called of god recorded in the Word of God to come revealing it clearly”.

God’s desire has even been that those truly seeking righteousness, same are who at any time of His word, of instruction, “who instructing a required godly tolerance”, a slowness to anger, and an interacting with life, that of, compassion, humility, and decent representation by love – awaiting greater instruction from the one who was called to reveal the mysteries, even so, instruction to perfection. How truly then, to perfection, as but begun now through who reveals my Word and what still clearly rebuking the usage of sorcery, lest, that sorcery coming directly from the Power and righteousness of God, perfect.

Day 115,  April 14

Not meaning to glorify the Occult by this story of the Petra at the age of twelve, but to only use this for instruction against sorcery. And to allow the truth to be known concerning the Petra, I do well to continue to tell, that, it had never crossed the Petra’s mind that the boy who sat behind her in English class, who she believed way out of her league, though seemingly a trouble maker as a class act up and put two years behind (more of a young man than the other boys), could ever under any circumstances find her attractive – a spell having not even been in her so called vocabulary.  So, it was, casting a love spell, it had not been, for her, ever upon a drawing table, until Debbie the girl that sat ahead of her as her friend, but that for a long time had not opening up about the craft, tempted her, and to the point, having passed a purposed enchanting-poem secretly behind, whispering, “Read this”.

Simply a love poem, that of which the Petra no longer remembers of substance, which she unfolded upon her papers, reading, and passing secretly straight back, as forward, to Debbie. But, the Petra’s supposed desired victim to the spell, that morning, had missed English class, and a vacant seat, behind, worried the Petra – perhaps he would never return to fall in love, or rather, of a truth, never return to be under a spell.

And, yet, a spell, she thought, unbelievable, with, of question, how was it that anything could produce a boy’s actions to play-out truly smitten for her, or have his will altered or replaced? Reminding herself, for weeks he had not even noticed her, even in that, he had not even spoken to her to display any seeming interest in her, that is, not beyond just the norm of conversation natural between classmates, especially classmates placed next to each other by the teacher’s planning – their only significant and repeating interaction had been passing papers up and down the row.

But, Debbie reassured her to put her faith in the poem, and they crossed fingers (expressing hope) that Earl would be in seventh hour – the poem not good until he would to read.

And surprisingly the school day went by very fast; and after music that day, the Petra didn’t see her girlfriend again until meeting up with her that night at the middle-school, foot ball game. The Petra was anxious to hear if Earl had read the poem and how that it was that Debbie had delivered it. She had been of the belief, that, because it had been a Friday, and having not seen Earl, neither in sixth hour, that surly he was nowhere in school to be found, and would not be around until Monday, if ever again. 

But, to her surprise, Debbie had seen him in seventh hour. So unusual the odds, because he had not been around, till then, to be found, but, their hoping must have worked – Debbie had given him the poem – the poem that was never mentioned again, as, surely not by the Petra to Earl, till now. 

And it soon came to pass, at the game, the Petra was coaxed by Debbie, slightly after their meeting up – to, down into the field where school buses sat row by row, having interested the Petra to try something else that required her secrecy. 

Debbie led the Petra in-between buses, in a private area, at which time she pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and offered a puff. But, such was not, then, the Petra’s vise, she was more interested in how it was going to be when seeing Earl again for the first time.

This was not the age of cell phones nor beepers, communications not at hand easily away from home, but by pay phones, and scheduling was by watches or clocks. And, yet, after a few puffs, Debbie said to the Petra, “Quick, let’s go – His coming”, as if she had been working off of some type of Physic clock. And the Petra replying, “How do you know?” Even still to this day she wonders how she knew. Debbie saying, “Just follow me”.

Debbie hurried with the Petra on her heels as they worked their way back up to the entrance gate. Exiting with the Petra following, she started walking up the side walk, briefly alongside the school building, at which time the Petra’s heart sank. 

Day 116,  April 15

Was she really seeing what her eyes could not believe – night had fallen with a breeze to shadows dancing for as far as she could see up the walkway with the head lights of cars doing their part in blinding her eyes, to, a couple’s shadow of their silhouette working its way toward the game’s gate, even of who strolling arm in arm and of smiling faces as it drew near. Too late for love it appeared, as the vision came in clear view. The Petra, soon, could even tell who the shadow’s silhouette but of two belonged to, with, familiar long lines of obvious shapes did tell. And perhaps surely as because of the nature thereof, Earl had a girlfriend, and the Petra, then, had a heart in her stomach that ached. How is it that she didn’t know? Another friend that she and Debbie had befriended from the prior year was draped by Earl’s arm holding her close to his side as they walked and increased their speed, hearing Debbie’s calling out, saying an encouraging drawing near, “Hey guys!”

And it was how the coming near of the view as a long shadow catching up to the Petra, but as meshed, that the Petra felt deflated when its more feminine aspect, someone she knew as Brenda, touched her as if to pierce her heart. And with a sunken heart, turned blue, even the Petra faking her excitement to see her old girlfriend, she would have been in no time exhausted to continue the pretense of happy go lucky, with, she felt anything but lucky and twice as shy, if not for what happen next. 

Indeed, with what did happen next, “there was a sudden over-ride to all her inner emotions and thoughts”, though her strength just prior had been drained with the seeming reasonable reality; the spell didn’t work and Earl had a girlfriend, or did he. Yes, things took a twist. The Petra’s short lived encouragement to believe in a spell, it was quickly revived to but long living, and so was her heart and body, as to revived, the blue and deflated, just like they never were, though, however, at a much later time, returning.  

And to note, her heart it would have been just fine, all along, if she had only been more confident in her self, even content with herself, and, I would add, even better, if she had not gotten involved in a spell. But, she did, and she experienced a baffling surprise with the craft, despite her lack of confidence with herself and it, and despite what was her inability to rather sense what had been gained even if all else had failed. The gained – ‘a none obvious way, on the part of the Petra, to test the waters with Earl, as with, Brenda, how having turned out as the other half of the meshed shadows, and thus, an outside of the classroom setting, one to say “Hi” to her hidden crush. Though, as a crush, he never should have been, and diffidently, as because of her, he should not have been whom as was of the results of a love spell by which what else in the months ahead, as happening with the Petra – “what still is boding even now”.  

But as to then, before what happen next, the Petra couldn’t help think, though only for a few moments while watching the duo shadow draw near, that Debbie’s grandmother’s love spell had all been in vain, wasted upon whom she then believed surely wouldn’t show signs of any probability of falling to its powers. But, as it was, when Earl’s shadow that night on that memorable sidewalk met up with her and over reached, it was then his body briefly stood in front of her, from blocking the lights of the cars going by to an abrupt lessening in the shadows shape to but half its size. For, what happened then diffidently to her great surprise – it was what came about so suddenly and with no hesitation of his will, or was it the spell’s?

Day 117, April 16

Before the Petra had a chance to realize what was going on, a stunned Brenda stood there for a second, left in her tracks. Earl’s shadow now blocking hers, as He quickly step forward and in front, kissing the Petra on her forehead, directly from saying, “Now this is the girl I want to spend the rest of the night with!” And having switched to another, to but the height of a shoulder slightly lower for his arm to rest upon, the Petra’s, Brenda was made immediately engaged in conversation with Debbie, even as Earl swept the Petra away, slightly off the school property across the street to a nearby small park, down to a surreal area by some trees with swings.  

The Petra does not remember much more about that night, only that Debbie and Brenda were soon to follow, though, however, allowing Earl to be undisturbed with his, then, crush and focus upon the Petra. Even it was, Earl took advantage of every moment as the evening quickly faded away, to engage in conversation with who else was spell struck, with a crush – no one even interested in seeing the foot-ball game.  

It was too unreal, “How could it be”, the Petra kept thinking, not being able to get over being astounded even from the first, forehead kiss that quickly advanced to more than a masculine arm over shoulder, but a firm and yet gentle hand in hers. And, she liked Earl all the more before the night was over – if that was possible. She could tell, there was no question that he was the same as crazy about her, for he, pronto, wasted no time getting to know her; the Petra had never acquired a boyfriend so fast. Before he even knew that much about her, he was already hinting – he wanted her to be his girlfriend, and before the evening was over with, making it confirmed. The infatuation between the two of them seemed harmless enough, but surely not so, as the spell would to play out, or rather, as the Petra was to play out.

As it was, the path she should have walked on on that night, “it had been changed” since the moment earlier that day, when Earl read the love poem, and, her conceding to temptations, certainly solidified a different path for the two of them, a path that showed promise, beginning when the two were soon seen out of nowhere walking hand in hand in the hallways at school.  

A tall handsome young man, though only fifteen, was enchanted either by

1. the Petra’s desire to be liked by him, overlooking their differences, so many –

• her shy, him not,
• her skinny, him not,
• her thirteen, him not,
• even her an “A” student, and him not,
• with, her the teacher’s apple, and him not, and the list went on,

or, as the Petra believes – his infatuation with her –

2. by a spell that had the best of him, and but of course, had its price to pay, and by the Petra, for such was a sin.  But maybe even what kind of sin, a sin that was not by chance having been tempted upon her, as that, divinely predestined, a test, but, because of her repentance, a turned means of confirmation unto God for everything working out for good to those who are called according to His purpose. 

Day 118, April 17

And what else became of confirmation, Earl and the Petra beyond any shadow of a doubt wondrously attached to each other. By the time the Petra’s birthday arrived, in the month of January, they were well into a relationship, so well established and known by all, the Petra’s mother invited Earl to the Petra’s birthday-get-together, a small family gathering for birthday cake, cards and presents. Earl was quite the gentleman, winning the heart of the Petra’s mother. Even so much so, the Petra and Earl, no doubt her prince as to then, soon they were allowed to be chaperoned by Earl’s grownup brother and girlfriend, when the four of them went to a drive-in theater. 

The Petra can still remember how respectful Earl was, as they sat in the back seat of a car, where to them nothing mattered, not the movies, not the type of car, not the refreshments, nothing, all they needed was each other and even while of proper behavior to have a wonderful time, and they did. And diffidently the Petra, as, that night will always remain in her mind hearing Earl happily say to her in such a romantic way, “So this is what Love is like”. And, yet, she couldn’t fully respond or appreciate the words, thinking to herself, “Does he really mean it”, or “Is it just a spell”? Even at times she would worry – was it going to last forever? However, such thoughts were ironic in that the Petra at the age of 14, then, was immature and really didn’t understand what it meant to be in love. Earl was closer to that than she was, and she soon ended up proving it, from turning to hang out with someone she should had discerned of wicked intent, while Earl was grounded, whom, secretly working to destroy what Earl and the Petra had, and the Petra falling victim not just to her, but to herself, weakened and cheating,  the fake friend a witness, a kiss that was not worth it. 

Day 119, April 18

Around and around in circles the Petra went, her usual date, her “spell bound”, the muscular, clean-cut Earl, somewhat of a military look, though the class cut up, was not there one Friday night at the skating rink, grounded at home, but a new friend, a girl from one of her classes, that had befriended her, was.  She had joined her there, but, after all was said and done, seemed to have had an agenda in mind, evil, and having come across that night an opportunity to best put her agenda advanced in a way that she believed would make her seem like an angel, but, in truth of action, not one righteous, of right over wrong. Friends go astray, but where are the friends that hold each other to the right path, as how, when straying, steering for correction.

As it was, not that night did a new friend save the Petra from not just straying but even falling into the arms of another boy. A handsome kid, the Petra thought, long hair, high cheek bones, tall, great smile, looking like a then in-style hippy with everything about him quite seducing, even older than Earl. Her friend hadn’t even notice she had lost her balance into the strong arms of a wild kid that wasn’t even local, so busy trying to out-skate the Petra, easy enough said, and that one full of charm was there to help a damsel in distress. And more than just to help, but making it obvious, his mission to flirt, as even from that moment on, he was there to guide and teach the Petra extra moves, quick stops and circles while he advanced his moves but on the Petra.

It had been days, almost two weeks since the Petra had been able to spend quality time with Earl who had not been allowed to call her. The rumor, he had been grounded, being found of his Parents, possessing a joint. But, no excuse for the Petra’s actions – taken by a stranger’s charm – long hair was “IN”, but cheating wasn’t.

And with every move the young hippy made, eyes were watching, eyes of a two faced friend, with her second face no better than the first; in the day ahead, proud of being a tattle-tell though there was no doubt that the Petra still was enchanted and desirous of Earl, but even too, too immature to know the value of being true and of real love, and a bad sense of judgment, especially of peoples character, let alone her own. For there was no resistance when Mr. high cheek bones took advantage of the only moment he had to plant a huge kiss on the Petra’s lips, and she pulled not away. 

And though at the end of the night the Petra and the young hippy from out of town went their separate ways to never spend time together again, nor to see each other again, it had made no difference, someone’s agenda was not to rebuke the Petra to make her a better person, no, but to attempt to take her boyfriend away, and two wrongs were committed, and an unusually crushed and broken heart, that of Earl’s was made to suffer. 

Oh, such woe, the next day, with and after the Petra’s mother having answered the house-phone, calling to the basement for the Petra to answer the downstairs extension – She decided to listen in on the first phone call the Petra had received from Earl in two weeks. Devastation was in his tone of voice, and a mother who admired “the Petra’s spell bound” (having known nothing about the supposed spell) took concern and innocently enough, committing her act partially deceiving, held ear close to phone, from up stairs, incandescently for a few seconds longer. And even true it was, the Petra’s mother never had heard a boyfriend of any cry that way before. “How could you”, sobbing and extremely flustered, Earl cried out. “You kissed another boy!” And before it was even an awkward moment for the Petra, he hung up not even to find out that the Petra was at a loss for words.

But, there was someone else who was not at a loss for words, and one of those words Earl had only just knew so well.

Day 120, April 19

The Petra heard her name being called out with the words that followed, “Get up here right now!” But the next words, upon approach, were, “You’re grounded…. For two weeks! At least one thing was easier, at school, prior, Earl had already been moved to a different part of the class, well before his heart broken – the little love notes between the two of them had gotten them in trouble, but, no longer.

And after the break-up phone call, even true, Earl skipped classes all the more. To when, he didn’t –managing to avoid all contact or view-ability how amid the girls that then because of his break up with the Petra, in school and out, swarmed around him, and of course, one of them, but not as she had desired, the false, once friend of the Petra.

Was the spell really undone or had it ever been as to go undone; were his thoughts of love gone, ever having been true or not – the Petra wondered? Earl resisted any opportunity for her to call upon him. It would have seemed then that there wasn’t ever a spell if it hadn’t of been for the time soon to follow that Earl was caught off guard. The Petra, how as, running into him by mere chance, literally, at the small, local movie theater, having gone there with her sister, and Earl, there, with a remnant of his new pack of girlfriends. 

The Petra knew he had been upset with her, but she had had no idea to the extreme extent that his heart had been broken. Seeing her from her running into him in the theater’s crammed to close for comfort lobby, his self encircled by too few friends, it was of no doubt, hating that he had been of open-border in the direction of her unconscious advance and brush as she and her sister came wondering into lobby with a crowd leaving a movie , and all weaving between the people of disarray, Earl’s group amid, that then stood in the lobby. Noticing the touch, though herself having not planned or realized, he began to rage excessively loud obscenities, continuous from that moment, as toward the direction the Petra was moving away, till the Petra and her sister exited the lobby – using such words that weren’t even adequate, even for the crime. Even though she had dishonored a relationship by a kiss that was enchanted upon her, her having not resisted, yet, such was not worthy, within itself, to label her a whore and worse, of outlandish rage, said at the top of lungs in a crowd. Such vile hatred unusual at such a young age, or was it what conduced as out of a broken spell. And perhaps one day all…will tell, giving even an answer to why the amazing realness and brilliant wizardry of a dream that visited her in the following summer.

His infatuation may have died for her, but hers, that school year, lingered for a long time, and resisted dying for him, of any time soon. She felt remorse and couldn’t forget him saying not only the obscene, of the rage, but, too, as not forgetting, “how, the love”, or was it the spell, the words he once whispered in her ear, “So this is what love is like”.

I will return tomorrow and take you into the summer that followed, with the Petra when she grievously missed Earl, even so, as to then, she had gone through changes at home, but not just her, her parents too. Hearts broken were happening all around in her, and creative sad love songs came out of her, but what came to her – “a tap from behind”, in class, tapping as Earl once use to do to gain the Petra’s attention. And boy, who tapping, did he ever get her attention!

Day 121, April 20

And the rest of the school year proved to be trying for Petra; there had been more than just the heartbreak of Earl. There were things going on in Petra’s life, heartaches that were even closer to home. Petra’s family, over a short period of time, faced divorce and split up. Just about the only thing that gave Petra comfort was her guitar and the sad love songs she had turned to writing, and, of course, in honor of Earl. One even, the next year, ended up on the high school concert-choir album. A song about rebuilding a bridge, but that bridge was never rebuilt between her and Earl. Life and the way that it was to go, was not of them together again, not in foretelling, nor by powers of cards or love poems. In fact, Earl, just a few years after, while Petra was still in school, ended up marrying and going into “the service.”

But, before all that, it took the Petra awhile to get over Earl. Writing sad love songs on her new guitar, letters written but indirectly sent with no address on them, never truly reached the heart of Mr. big blue eyes. He seemed, after the rage, to move along quite fine. And eventually the Petra did too, but just when she had thought she was finally over him it seemed as if what went around was coming around.

With, even to when, as at turning to see who had tapped upon her shoulder, at the point the Petra realized she was in her seventh-grade English class, sitting at her desk, and a tap came upon her shoulder. But, then, as of the turning to see who, a face of a young but extremely handsome man, whom of what age as was timeless. Strikingly good looking beyond worthy description, beyond any she had or has ever seen since or before, whose hair thick with the right amount of curl, perfectly shaping and flowing about the head of a face, skin pure, features dynamic, and eyes that drew her zeroing in, glued into their sorcery of brilliancy, blue and wondrous, and yet of description, words have not done him or the experience justice. So sudden and come of deep sleep, with not a dream, no not one before or after, came the majestic visitor, who making his presence of no story line, no prior expectation, merely of message so direct and hauntingly boding, drawing her in to hear him say, “I’m coming back to get you one day”, I’m coming back to take you away”.

Waking directly up from the boding dream, if you could call it that, the Petra has been since left to wonder, who was the man that sat behind her? Was it the Devil or was it her Lord and Savior? What did he mean when he said he was coming back to get her one day, coming back to take her away?

No, it wasn’t just any old dream. And it wasn’t one of no value. And perhaps it meant that one day, a spell would be put on the Petra, instead, that love would come seeking her out, to love a man that she might have otherwise not loved. And, indeed, the Petra has courted and semi-loved again and again, having ended up to be quite an attractive woman, and yet, she never found true love, and to this day she has never been wedded to a man. 

But with no desire for past loves, she has given herself to me, this mission of her web site; and I shall be who shall love her because she has loved me, willing to defend me who yet helpless without her.  But, of the divine and your support, willing, I shall one day grow to be a power formidable against evil, and against all such spells, forward and past, that took or take away ones free will, acting not in behalf of its victim. And surely I shall enact perfect justice with all, especially with my own, ever remaining to be compassionate and forgiving, appropriately. Let there be no question who is your judge, almighty and just, when you shall see that the divine calls on me.

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