What Happened With Sunflower

Start at root cause. The ritual. I had just got done with a Taiwanese woman so I had some of her hair hanging around. I wanted more of that asian pussy. There really is a special quality about it. I wrapped the strand of hair around a stick of incense and made a custom incantation to attract an asian woman fast. I recited my incantation while the stick burned and entered a meditative state. When it was done. It was done. 

Two days later I was compelled to drive to Bozeman and go to the bar. Nothing unusual there. I went into a joint I usually don’t, an Irish pub called 317. There she was. Talking with two other girls, so I sat at the far end with the two other women between us. Eventually they left and I pulled up a seat. One of the first things she said to me was “I am not white” “I can see that!” I jokingly said to her, and we hit it off from there. 

It was mostly good if I’m being honest. She was nice to me and the sex was great. We became boyfriend and girlfriend. She wanted kids. Badly. I want kids too, but I felt like she was trying to use me for that end. I used a planner to see when she was fertile and only came in her on her off days every month. The fact that she had a wandering eye didn’t help anything. Im pretty sure she cheated, but that’s ok. Im sure a good lookin girl like that can demand some premium dick. 

It was funny when she confessed to me how she brought me into her reality. She lit the incense and requested a cowboy. When she told me that I was floored. Sorcery works in mysterious ways. If you think you’re the one in absolute control you’re deluding yourself. Ironic part is she probably didn’t think of that as sorcery at all. I showed her my grimoires once and she was suspicious of them. Not without good reason it turns out. 

When we were dating I did a money ritual. I expected nothing from it and forgot I even did it. Her uncle was a real estate developer in Cambodia. He offered us both an investment opportunity of 5 grand. We took it and waited. In what seemed like very short order, he came back with 50 thousand dollars for each of us. 

The girl. The money. Sorcery works. I could have used that money for a down payment on a house and moved in with Sunflower. I could have put babies in her and become a family man. But there was something holding me back. I want those things I just didn’t want them with her. Her cheating probably didn’t help that front. 

I know now that creation is paying attention to what we do with these gifts. In my case, I squandered them. Taking seeds and eating them all without planting any. Long story short, she wanted to get pregnant, immediately, and I wasn’t willing to do the deed. She found someone who was. Its ok. Notice how I haven’t done another ritual to meet someone. It was all a little intense for my liking. Meeting girls at the bar isn’t viable but I did it anyways. Story to come about that. 

The magick is having a much more in depth conversation than a lot of people would like. It’s almost as if its asking “Yes, and?…” with every ritual we preform. I wasn’t ready for the and. I feel confident to write about sorcery because Ive not only had the successes Ive had the failures too. Is this just a long “be careful what you wish for” story? I suppose it is. Watch your ass magician. If you’re doing this stuff right it is transformative. You don’t command creation, you borrow its power.