Joan of Arch Coming back for more.

As my previous post states that i was held artistically captive in Catemaco, Veracruz by my family. It was at the start of this blog that i had decided to expose my family, not for being frauds, but for not being a family, and for letting a legacy make them believe they were entitled to have some royalty status. Warlocks and Witches of Catemaco.  My father had just past away i was dealing with the fact that he had left me in the hands of some ambitious human beings. I had come in to my grandmothers house announcing my blog, at least i had the honesty of telling them before i posted.  I told them i was going to write about all the crazy stories that i had heard and witness over the years, the bad and good times from my family. I though it that it could be interesting, I mean my Aunt A has enough stories that can fill a Spielberg movie. I at the moment am not sure weather to use there real names or not, because i fear for my life. Kinda funny when i am less afraid of the Narcos than you're own family.

My father was a hippy indeed. He had been married to Meche Carrions niece before my mother. Her name was Sandra when i was a child i was convinced that she was my actual mother, that my father had kept me after their divorce. I would fabricate al sort of things that would dissociate me with my family. I grew up hearing and seeing some crazy things. I wanted to talk about them, i wanted to share it with everyone, but as i am writing this i am getting threats. I didn't hide the fact that i wanted to do, i gave them a heads up, I though that was nice of me.. I could have just written and not gave a fuck, but they chose to be cruel to me, they chose to alienate me for being different for thinking differently, for loving animals, for being outspoken, and some even look at me like i am nothing because i didn't go to some ridiculous expensive collage. I do how ever believe in hard work because that is what i was taught by my father. My father encouraged me to always be honest to always work hard, to not lie and to express my-self artistically. I am a musician at heart i play the piano and i write songs, and i have always pursued telling the truth.  I will reveal the truth.  I had to come to Texas to do it, to feel safe.  When i came in and told them about my blog and what i had plan to do and say, I got five blank ugly stares pointed straight at me. My mother, my aunt P,  two cousins and aunt N from marriage.  I felt like a bowling ball had just gone down the gutter hole, and it was followed by no you can't do that, you can't say that, you can't post things like that.

I will talk about it, i will say that, Why because it is the truth, Why because you're negativity towards has inspired me to.  People that live in Glass houses should not throw stones.  

Till next post keep you're brooms on hand we might be flying by to say hello. 

On another note, Brujeria, and Catholics, all i can say about that is that Catholics are very different every where else except in Mexico, but it's even more twisted in Catemaco. I have heard and i have seen The priest at the church in Catemaco tell the people not to practice brujeria, and i have seen them leave church and start gathering up the things to do spells and limpias on people, and still say that they are good Catholics.  I have even seen them cure with a cross and jesus nailed right on it.  So may-be we will talk about this next time. I describe that time my Aunt Y "cured" the evil spirits in me with a photo of jesus held against the sun to show me the light. I say Catholics brought this upon themselves, and i can see how certain traditions got intertwined with witchery.