★Meet the Witch★

Hi meet me!! If we haven't worked together, im sure we might so here's everything about me! Witchcraft and not! I'm an open book... well more like a chatterbox!

HI! my name is Angel!

like, yeah.. legally my name is Angel and Yes, ironically I am a witch!

Phew, where do I even start? 

I will start here! I was born in 1999! I am still young but very full of widsom and have a very expansive mind. 

I sound narcissistic but yea

I was born under the cancer moon and I am a leo! literally born 09/99 and my life path number is number 9! I am and always have been associated with the number 9! If you arent fimilair with life path numbers, it is essentially the reincarnation number.. to me its funny because my name is angel! It has to do with awareness, resolution, humanity and teaching! ... its probably why I am a libra rising weirdly enough 

I was born early and I had failure to thrive but somehow managed to learn how to walk when I was almost 9 months old. My family always called me the "hot potato baby"

it is because I had a teen mom and my father was.. well.. a Capricorn and couldn't get his life straight so i bounced around homes a lot. 

this sounds like therapy LOL

ironically enough I was a wild child and fit in my family just fine. I had 3 stable homes in my life till I was about 15 and they were nice. I had (for the most of my life) lived with my nana, an overly traditional catholic converted Christian woman who feared god. She always told me that god sent me to her because she always wanted a daughter. She loved church but was still really funny and really kind. She taught me about my love for dill pickles and sticks of butter, sometimes she would let me stay home and play with hot wheels when I wasnt even sick, and she always used to make this joke about how after the bath, I would run around the table and scream gibberish as if I was "conjuring the devil" and that was always an inside family joke with my dad's side. it was always "angel is conjuring the devil".. yes, swear to satan AND YES its ironic too!

I was always a wild child with people I liked but always extremely introverted, there was always a part of me that felt like either something was missing or that I wasn't where i was supposed to be. i remember feeling that, even as a toddler. That's another thing, I remember things so intensely and it all stays in my brain. it isnt in an anxious way, more like a- i remember everything way. When I was 5, the doctor thought I had  prosopagnosia or synesthesia, because even to this- day I cant identify faces, just colors of these shadow like things that surround them. I cant explain it. EVEN NOW, i memorize everyone's birth chart instead of their face.  I have everyone in my brain, all the time. it is weird. My family tried hard to get me diagnosed with SOMETHING because I would have weird dreams, nightmares and I was super antisocial. I was too young to get diagnosed at the time I guess. 

I wasnt huge on bonding as A kid. Obviously. I had one friend for like 12 years from the time I was born. she was a cancer. side note: virtually all my friends are cancers or libras lol!

anyways 

id often find solace in the quiet. I liked when it was quiet because the chaos felt like home and the quiet felt different. It was like eating bread your whole life then getting a taste of candy. It was sweet. I remember very vividly when I was young- 5/6 years old, it was halloween night and I wasnt allowed to trick or treat because my nana was at work. I stayed at home with my papa and my dad had a halloween party outside. I remember his friend, A guy named mark, having the scream mask on. it was about 2005/2006 and the movie just dropped i am pretty sure. I remember being scared and going into my room. I hid in the closet and locked my door. I remember my closet was dark. There was clothes- both mine and nanas. and then there were 2 small Sterlite bins that were clear, about 20 gallons each. I remember going into the closet, feeling my nanas brown fuzzy sweater (it wasnt fuzzy it was crocheted but it has been worn so much it basically was a felt ball lol) and I hugged the arm of her sweater. I remember it was quiet. really really quiet. and then I saw someone. I couldnt make out a face. It was all white with black eyes. I try really hard to remember his face but I cant. I remember what it felt like to feel him. It feels that way every time now whenever I feel them, just sometimes a little less. I remember what the goosebumps felt like. I remember my heart beating fast and the slow breathing I tried to instill because my brain was in fight or flight. I think most times, I realize now, it was just being paralyzed with fear. I remember my nana came home that night and I told her. She tried to convince me that it was me remembering the mask. It wasnt and to this day I still say I know the difference. I knew the difference then. I know it now. You can tell when someone is alive. I cant explain it, you just can. They feel different. they feel warm, even when they are far and you cant touch them. 

From then on, it continued but progressed more. I would have interactions with these things I couldnt necessarily explain. They were shadows that would walk in front of the TV that no one could explain. I would see thing watching me and nana as I slept and I heard them whisper. The whispers were loud but quiet and sharp. They didnt say anything viable. I couldnt make out what they were saying. Most times they just spoke complete gibberish. I started going to bed early with nana so that I didnt have to see them while she was sleeping because I knew she wouldnt be awake to comfort me. But even then, most nights- I would have cold sweats and scream in my sleep and wake her up. She was very patient with me but I could tell it got to her. I remember going to the doctors multiple times to be analyzed but they couldnt find anything wrong. 

at 7 years old my grandmother got a job at a church as the youth director. It was a free methodist church. I remember that both me and my sister loved going. She loved the cookies we got before service and I loved the arts and crafts room. I usually stayed alone in the arts and crafts room and just colored. sometimes at home, id get scared to be alone after everything but church felt like it was safer for some reason. I think because my moms' mom and my dads' mom were raising me and they instilled in me that "jesus would keep me safe no matter what", That I could "tell these things to leave me alone and jesus would protect me". but it never felt like that. 

At 7 years old, while everyone was getting brunch after church, I sat down on the red velvety chairs and watched everyone kinda get comfy and talk, then I remember something hard hitting my head and it going black. I went to a hospital like 20 minutes out and got to get in an ambulance for the first time ever which was cool but I was sad because nana and grandma couldnt come. When i got to the hospital, I dont even remember it. I didnt remember it and thats weird to me because I had always hated needles. I feel like i would have freaked out. Just to be clear, I got my blood drawn A LOT for psych testing and all that so i was always freaking out, I was never vaccinated because my parents were either lazy or fucking hippies so, I mean that was a win at the time.

I remember after, they wheeled me out in a chair that felt GIANT and I came out to the parking lot where my mom was smoking a malbro red outside of her white ford neon, i also remember bragging that they gave me a whole 1 liter bottle of mountain dew. the doctor told her I had a possibility of being epileptic but there was no signs during a brain scan. My blood sugar was fine. my hemoglobin was fine. I was fine. 

I waited a few months to return back to church because I was embarrassed but then eventually my nana and grandma kind of forced me. It was traumatic going back there but I did. i was so anxious to have another "seizure" in front of people and i was so sick of hearing the "I will pray for you" or "she/he is praying for you", even as a kid it pissed me off. it pisses me off writing it now actually. 

I didn't have a "seizure" THAT day but I did at school the next day. I went to the hospital after months since that last incident and my doctor looked over my chart. i ate like 5 suckers. it just happened out of no where. i remember being at the lunch table, eating and then bam... in front of everyone, even the janitor (which was my bff btw bc i didnt bond with kids so i talked to him at lunch)- weird thinking about that now. 

they confirmed my levels were fine, i had a concussion but my brain was okay and that it was probably induced by stress of going back to church after the last incident. My nana was getting overwhelmed because I wasn't doing good with sleep, couldn't pay attention at school and now couldn't go to church. i could tell I was quite literally becoming a basket case. 

her sister ended up getting sick with cancer a few weeks after that and she told me she had to stay in California with her soon. 

slightly before she moved I had a brief sleep over with my sister just to kind of integrate me into the family I assume but the house just felt old. it felt creepy. i remember the feeling. i remember feeling the feeling i felt that night with the man but x20.

I was watching Marykate and Ashley in Hollywood or something like that. I remember looking across the room at my sister to see if she was sleeping. the tv started static--ing.. like it got staticky? and then it went out. i felt the feeling intensify and it felt like a good 3 minutes in the dark. i remember yelling for my mom but she didn't respond. and i remember a white light coming in the room through the wooden door but it felt dark. i remember his face.. hold on because i actually draw him a lot lol

I remember what he felt like. I remember when my curls where wrapped around my fingers and I wanted to pull at the ringlets to distract myself but i couldn't bring myself to even mimic my usually normal anxious habit. I remember when he stepped closer and hovered. i was so scared. He walked at the end of my bed and sat there. He sat there forever. He waited at the end of my bed. He just watched me. as he watched me i seen his face and it was a skull like thing. it was like the face i had seen before. i knew him and i was fucking terrified of him. it felt like he kept trying to tell me something but his mouth didn't move. its like he could hear my thoughts and I could feel him in my brain. after for what felt like hours, i looked at my sister and saw her eyes widen as she was holding onto her blanket, then i looked back and it was like a bulb busted. the light was just.. gone. He always comes back now though. He always tells me things and I always get scared when he does. even as an adult, and working with so many, he always scares me- less.. but he always feels so prominent and dense. 

I told my mom in the morning. she didn't seem to pay mind. she braided my hair in a purple tiny scrunchy like pony tail. she liked to braid the top of my hair into a pony tail and then put a pony tail under that one. so like 2 pony tails in 1.. i guess?

i talked about it with my sister before school and she confirmed i wasn't crazy. We wondered why he chose my bed. I always wonder why he chose my bed. I have asked. I have wondered but even now, He is still there or in my dreams. It has been almost 20 years since then and me and my sister STILL talk about it. 

I didn't necessarily talk to nana much about it because I knew she would take me to the doctors or hold my hands and pray. both seemed like bad options so I just enjoyed the time i had with her.  

When she moved it felt devastating because I would have to live with my mom, my stepdad, my brother and my sister. That family was all earth signs and maybe looking back at it now- that's why I hated it. its because the chaos was x20. 

2 tauruses and another leo and virgo. It was a mess. 

I know it was almost Halloween again when i went to stay with her. I had just turned about 9 i believe, something like that. I got to stop going to church. my mom was never Christian. she liked nightmare before christmas and smoking pot, listening to Jared leto. She was always high all the time and not very motherly sadly. but i liked my stepdad. He taught me about tool and smashing pumpkins, he would play guitar hero with me and talk to me before i went to bed. He made the transition feel nice. He's a cancer moon, so maybe that's why lol!

but about 4 months after that, our house burned down. The city said it was possible it was an electrical fire but I always thought it wasn't. 

whatever, I wont get into that. just know i ended up moving in with my mom's mom after that. and my grandma insisted we went back to church. 

I am sure you can guess what happened after that. 

it was the same routine. i struggled with the convulsions, there was 0 diagnosis, and then blah blah fucking blah. no one listened to me about the dreams i would have, even when people were dying after i had the fucking dreams. they made me feel like i was going insane. My mom who was semi into wicca at that time was overwhelmed and sent me to see my dad for like the first time in years. 

that dude sucked. I had yet another paranormal experience there and it was with a lady. she whispered in my ear and even with my dads other daughter telling him she heard it too, again NO ONE FUCKING BELIEVED ME. literally this is like one of those fucking movies where someone is about to die and everyone warns them but they dont listen. that's how fucking frustrating it was.

after that night I just started sleeping with a fucking pillow over my head since the animals never wanted to stay in the room and even if the animals or other people were in the room, those things would keep coming. 

after the woman, i was just, kinda exhausted beyond belief and tried to avoid all of it. i slept with the fucking pillow over my head because I didnt wanna see anything or hear anything. I just wanted to fucking sleep. even as an adult now i dont know what fucking sleep is. ugh.

Whatever, few years pass, I almost turn 11 and my nana comes back home from california. her sister recovered and my mom was at her wits end, so it was perfect. my nana had appeared to learn a lot while she was gone and urged my grandma not to make me go to church if the seizures were really stress induced.. so i got to stay home HELL YA

I have this routine of always having shit happen around October so this next thing shouldn't surprise you- I had repetitive dreams about a man who said he was Satan. He told me that he would listen to me. The dreams ramped up, as well as the activity. the activity was obviously starting to be noticed by my family, more specifically my papa. 

me and my papa started getting close for a little bit because it was like i could hear his dreams, or like- his thoughts. he would dream about Vietnam a lot. he has these intense nightmares that made him scream, just like me. Sometimes when he'd fall asleep on the couch it was like the dreams circled him, if that makes sense. id see the women and children. I would see their sadness and anger but confusion mixed in there. I saw this woman with short black hair and a tank top and this little boy with short hair and no shirt. I just, i always correlate that to my papa, even now. 

anyways, it ramped up and kept going until one night I saw yet another black figure and it came from my closet. i put my head under my blanket and instinctively said what my nana always told me to say "in the name of jesus christ, leave me alone, i do not want you here". it was out of confidence.. well.. a mix of confidence and fear. im a dumbass to think that would have worked because guess what? it didnt. it repeated the same cycle. the same cycle of sitting under the blanket for hours, waiting. i fell asleep waiting. when i woke up i was more pissed off then scared. I eventually caved and said.. "fuck this". i assumed if jesus wouldn't listen then someone else would. 

i looked up satan and went on the middle pages of google. page 43 i believe. 

i found a download link from a Ukrainian website selling demonic courses. and i was a kid lol. obviously i know now not to do ts but i was looking for any way out. I looked up my google translator and used that on my stupid computer that couldnt run anything for shit and it took almost 2 weeks and 3 notebooks to write everything down, but i did

i had a million expierences since then. I did my first spell and everyhting felt chaostic one last time, and then.. nothing. 

no more sizures. no more fires. no more issues. nothing. well minus the ghosts but. thats a different thing. 

my health issues stopped and i could think clearly. at 13 i got checked up again for my mental health just because of my ansisocial-ness and still- nothing.. WELLL nothing besides ADHD but ywah.

skip a few years, i start building bonds with cemeteries, differing how to work with the spirits and learning how to connect with them when i want

aometimes they come in on their own and throw stuff or give me dreams. they like messing around with coins on the altar and throwing them. 

starting in 2016 I started my teacher journey after I had found out i was pregnant with my daugther. id go into a whole story about the paranormal expierences during that pregnancy....but yeah. i gave birth to her in 2017, a little baby capricorn. then my son a year and a day later, another little capricon. so yea, i was blessed with not one but TWO capricorns. 

my daughters abilities are also amazing but she typically only can speak with women. its weird but yeah.

i privately taught for a few years, had some fun expierences then took a break. i resumed up in 2020 with etsy witchery after I had so many good in person reviews

then it took on from there. 

and uh now we are here! after many weird expierences and a million stories, we are here!

so again 

hi, I am angel!

i am a witch and have been since November 26th 2011, I have a witchy daughter and way too many satanic books. witchcraft is my entire life and always has been. and satan has always been there waiting for me. 

when i was a kid, i didnt know who i was. as an adult i know i love withcraft. 

i love bone collecting because bones always find me. i like picking for them through the moss in the forest. i love metal music and 90s rock. i love billy corgan. 

I love cabbing rocks and crystals. i love being outside and talking with the dead. i like picnics at the cemetery. i like spell work and reading. I like Franz kafka and Dostoevsky. I like speaking Hebrew. i like demonic forces. i like ghosts. i like when they talk to me now. I like painting and editing, i like being creative. i like gardening. i love all things life and death. i love teaching and learning more than any other hobby, I am a full time student and have my associates in agricultural anthropology and am a few credits from my mortuary science degree. i make wet specimens if i find them fresh on the street. same with taxidermy, I love taxidermy. I love everyone and everything (kinda), now i like kinda just hate church but yeah.

I love biology, science, learning about the correlation of energy transfer in the physical and non physical world. I love blood magick. I love cats. I love uranium glass and collecting it. i love raw meat with salt in the morning, lol! I love my job!!! i love love love what I do for work!!! and i just like learning. I love learning so so so much. I love using data analysis, i love finding data, i love making graphs, i love working with compounds. i love chemistry. im huge on science and literature but i also love the outdoors. i minored in psychology and political science. I am a full time witch.. non stop. i work with satan, baphomet, lucifer monotheistically. I know (i think all i can know) about planetary magick and demons and yea!

i have lived a million lives in this life and hopefully you got some insight on the crazy adventure my life is and HAS been LOL! thank you for reading all this! <3