I posted that I was getting back to the work to confront my lower self. I wrote one diary entry. The same evening, my dad's wife arrives at my doorstep, I've lived her six years. This is her first visit. Do I really need to mention that we don't get along? We each have our reasons.
The next day, I'm sick. I have been sick ever since. The fever came and broke Christmas Eve. It is now back.
There are no coincidences in magick. This is my lower nature f---ing with me. The game is on!
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