I just almost burned down my house trying to do a wiccan love spell. I also am sporting several blisters on my right hand, a slightly ashy spot in the bathroom where I ran with the papers I accidenly set aflame, and am searching for an excuse as to why I set off the fire alarm. I never tried to do this before.
God, I'm such a freak. I may as well let myself go 'cause I'm dying alone.
Anonymous
11:56:05 PM
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I am reminded of that scene in Harry Potter where I believe either Neville or Seamus is trying to levitate the feather and it blows up in their faces. Classic.
Love spells are nothing to do with Wicca. Shame on you for attempting to force your will on others. Be thankful the fire was all the consequence you ended up with.
It is dismal, you know, to be dyin' alone.
Anon, it wasn't a forcible love spell, it was one to reveal any feelings that were already present. Don't be silly and presumptuous.
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