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Anyone selling love spells online and targeting someones partner or a desired partner without their consent are dark magicians who violate people. Period. Love spells are a form of love slavery. If you feel you or someone who may be a victim of this black magic emotional slavery, consult the Jedi Wizard for a quick check to get a yes or no, before booking a love spell busting session
This is a form of subtle energy magick, (black if done on someone without their consent) to manipulate emotions or lust. Depending on the caster, the spell, repetition, skill of the caster, and the target person, the effects and duration can vary on the victim. This magick enters the auric field of the victim and has effects on the mental or emotional systems, which influence them. Anyone casting this shit, without the consent of the target is a black magick asshole! Who also has zero clue about the effects of KARMA. IF THAT´S YOU AND YOU ARE READING THIS, GET A CLUE QUICKLY.
The Jedi Wizard will check upon your request and give you a quick answer! Metaphysical love spells are petty business to delete. You get a yes or no answer before you pay for a love spell busting session.
Quotes after requests/consult
OTHER MIND MANIPULATION +
EMF TYPE +
In the fair land of Scotland, in a small town known as Wickshire, there dwelt a maiden by the name of Edith Mothwood. Her beauty was such that the very sun seemed to warm her more gently, and the moon would soften its glow upon her countenance. But it was not beauty alone that marked her, for Edith was pure of heart, kind to both man and beast, and beloved by all who knew her. She hailed from the nearby shire of Wiltshire, a land of rolling green hills and whispering woods.
It came to pass, one fine evening, that Edith found herself within the warmth of the local tavern, where folk from all around gathered to drink and share tales of old. Amidst the murmur of voices and the clinking of tankards, there sat a man, his name Hovens, whose gaze lingered upon the fair Edith longer than was proper. His eyes glinted with cunning, though to the innocent maiden, he appeared naught but a kindly stranger. He spoke soft words to her, words that wound their way into her heart like creeping ivy, and they shared many a tale and laugh that eve.
But unbeknownst to Edith, Hovens was a man of dark intent, one who dabbled in foul sorcery. He harbored a wicked desire to bind Edith to his will, to make her heart burn with a love that was not of her choosing. And so, two nights hence, under the cover of darkness and deceit, Hovens wove a spell, casting it upon Edith as she slept. The spell was subtle, a poison of the soul, for it sought not to harm the body, but to bend the heart and mind to his bidding.
In the days that followed, Edith found her thoughts clouded. Where once her heart was light, now it seemed heavy with a strange yearning, one she could neither understand nor explain. Her steps faltered, and her mind wandered ever toward the figure of Hovens, though deep within her, a voice cried out that something was amiss. Yet the spell held her fast, and its grip tightened with each passing hour.
It was on a quiet morn, as Edith wandered through the woods near her shire, that she stumbled upon a figure unlike any she had seen before. He was tall and cloaked in grey, his beard long and silver, and his eyes shone with a wisdom beyond reckoning. It was none other than Gandalf the Grey, a great wizard of renown, though Edith knew him not by sight.
“Good day to thee, fair maiden,” spake Gandalf, his voice deep and kind. “But I see thine heart is troubled, and thine aura doth shimmer with a darkness not of thy making.”
Edith, though ensnared by the spell, felt a flicker of hope at his words. “Sir,” she replied, her voice trembling, “I know not what ails me, but there is a heaviness upon my soul that I cannot shake.”
Gandalf studied her with a keen eye, then nodded gravely. “Aye, thou art ensnared by foul sorcery. A poison hath been cast upon thy heart, bending thy will to the desires of another. Tell me, lass, dost thou wish to be free of this evil? For only by thine own will may the spell be lifted.”
Tears welled in Edith’s eyes, and she nodded. “I do, sir. I knew not what had befallen me, but I wish to be free.”
With a wave of his staff, Gandalf muttered words of great power, and the air about them shimmered. In that moment, Edith felt the weight lift from her heart, as though a veil had been torn away. She gasped, and in her heart, she knew she was free.
“Go now, child,” spake Gandalf, “and confront the one who hath wronged thee. Let justice be done, and let thy heart be thine own once more.”
With newfound strength, Edith returned to her village and sought out Hovens. Before the gathered folk of Wiltshire, she denounced him for his wickedness and revealed the truth of his dark sorcery. The village chief, angered by such treachery, decreed that Hovens be banished from the shire, never to return.
Thus, Edith was free, her heart once again her own, and peace returned to the fair lands of Wiltshire. And Gandalf, the wandering wizard, disappeared into the mists, ever watchful, ever wise.
THE END
