Hello everyone — you can call me Luna, as it’s my last name and something I hold close to my spirit.
I wanted to share something deeply personal and powerful that happened today… something that reminded me who I am and what I’m capable of. After years of anxiety, spiritual softening, and surviving layers of trauma, I’m finally coming back into my skin… and this moment was a breakthrough for me.
Yesterday, I reached a breaking point with my neighbors. I’m naturally introverted, but I lead with love. If someone shows me they have a kind or pure spirit, I open up without hesitation. I’m not evil. I don’t wish harm on anyone. However, the way my neighbors have treated me — with unprovoked rudeness, disregard, and subtle harassment — has been cruel and disrespectful.
The final straw came yesterday, when I caught them on camera putting bricks in my trash can. No words exchanged. No apology. Just a quiet, malicious act meant to disturb my space while they came outside to watch me struggle and even said “Told you she was strong” as I had to lift the whole can up just to maneuver it up the hill I live on. I’ve been working so hard to protect my space. I work from home. I’m completing my Master’s degree. I’ve been doing the inner and outer work to feel safe again. To feel free again.
Today, I responded — not with rage, but with ritual.
I bought a facsimile of a skull, cleansed it, and turned it into a vessel for my hex. I cleansed and filled it with ingredients charged with intention: graveyard dirt, hot foot powder, sulfur, black salt, chili flakes, black pepper, devil’s shoe lace … and sealed it with wax and will along with burning my petition in its mouth (which burned so cleanly that I was almost brought to tears at the power). Then, I placed it in my front garden, facing their house directly. I wore gloves and a mask, fully clad in black to the point where you would’ve thought I had a burka on (no one was outside at this time). I cleansed myself before and after, and burned palo santo, burned my protection candle and sage and bay leaves to seal my field. I even added a tiny cinnamon broom to the skull’s mouth. I sat it in the corner of my garden upon a broken mirror — symbolic, swift, hidden, and silent.
This wasn’t just a hex. It was a declaration.
Since that moment, I’ve felt incredible. I feel spiritually clean. I feel protected. I walked outside today — and for the first time in years, I didn’t feel agoraphobic. I didn’t feel watched. I felt like the air around my home recognized me as its guardian again.
I took all the proper precautions to shield myself from return-to-sender energy. My intention was never to cause reckless harm — only to rebalance the scales after being treated poorly for so long. I’m just a little bean trying to live my life, do my studies, love my dogs, and water my plants in peace. If that threatens someone, that’s their shadow to sit with, not mine.
This is a story about reclaiming peace of mind. About choosing not to shrink anymore. About responding with power and principle when people think they can disturb your boundaries without consequence.
To anyone reading this who’s feeling small or afraid in their own home — know this: you are not powerless. You never were.
Thank you for reading.
(I do not encourage hexing, but what I will say is if someone decides to fuck around… ensure they find out.)
Peace and love,
– Luna
When I am fully healed myself I will definitely circle back around, and see if I can be of any help to you. (Are we talking physical or mental pain?)
