Why I Hex Predators and Sleep Like a Baby After
(The Truth About Strike of the Black Veil and What Real Justice Requires)
There’s a lot of talk in spiritual spaces about light, love, and letting the universe sort things out. That’s cute — until you’re looking into the haunted eyes of someone who was violated as a child. Until Spirit shows you a predator walking free. Until you feel the rage boil in your bones because the world has decided to be polite instead of just.
That’s when we hex. And that’s why I sleep like a baby after doing it.
The Strike of the Black Veil wasn’t born out of bitterness. It was born out of a sacred need to respond to something no one else would touch. A child was harmed. The predator is still breathing comfortably. And spiritual folks — with all their candles and crystals — were too afraid to use their power because they didn’t want to do anything "dark."
But here’s the thing: Refusing to hex a predator is not neutrality. It’s complicity.
Spirit does not ask us to be passive. Spirit does not ask us to wait for karma. Sometimes Spirit hands you the sword and says: now.
What Strike of the Black Veil Is
It’s a ritual designed to bring down spiritual judgment — fast, hard, and nameless. We don’t need to know the predator’s name. Spirit knows. And when you invoke Santa Muerte Negra or Hecate, you’re not asking for small signs. You’re calling for collapse. Exposure. Unraveling.
The ritual includes a black candle carved with intention, a petition calling for justice, a mirror to reflect their harm back to them, and the burial or burning of the remains to seal it. It’s precise. It’s powerful. And it’s already worked — multiple times.
Why I Don’t Lose Sleep
Because the guilt doesn’t belong to me.
Because when you strike for the innocent, Spirit holds you, not haunts you.
Because predators should be afraid — not the witches who stand up to them.
I sleep like a baby because I know I did what needed to be done.
Because a candle lit for justice burns cleaner than any white sage you could wave in denial.
Want to Cast It Too?
I released the Strike of the Black Veil ritual for free. You can download the full ritual PDF, cast it yourself, or hire me to perform it for you. I don’t gatekeep spiritual justice. I distribute it.
This is not for those looking for aesthetics. This is for those who want results.
You want to hex a predator and still sleep well? Good.
Because justice isn’t dark —
It’s sacred.
🕯️ Case Study Update: The Door Spirit + Final Wax Reading
After casting Strike of the Black Veil, the energy in my space didn’t just shift — it reacted.
Within moments of lighting the 6” black candle, my door slammed shut again, unprompted. No fan. No windows. No wind.
Just Spirit.
I lit a second candle — a white flame of sealing — and got chills the moment it ignited.
It was clear: the ritual was still in progress, and something didn’t want to leave quietly.
⚔️ The Wax Left Behind
The candle, meant to burn for hours, was consumed in just over 2 hours, with a fast, aggressive flame that flickered upward like a spear.
The wax pooled heavily to one side — like energy had been dragged out of the target, leaving a thick, flat “drain” at the base.
The center caved in, forming a dark hollow surrounded by a collapsed wick — symbolic of a spiritual heart pierced and silenced.
The circle of salt and herbs stayed mostly intact… except for one tear, where energy had clearly breached the ring and surged in.
That was the strike. That was Spirit piercing through to finish the work.
🔮 What Spirit Confirmed
When I asked Spirit directly what the results of this spell would be, I pulled:
The Tower – Immediate collapse and destruction
Ten of Swords – The predator’s spiritual ruin
Eight of Wands (Reversed) – Secrets exposed, slowly but surely
The High Priestess – My gifts elevated, my path confirmed
Justice – The final word. Spirit has spoken.
There is no backlash. No doubt. No delay.
🕯️ Additional Wax Reading (Predator Ritual – Final Images)
In the final photos of the cooled wax, the shape became smoother, tighter, and more symbolic. The melted extension curved outward like a footprint or a tongue — a lingering echo of something forced to leave.
The herb line was intact but burned at one corner. That was the entry wound. Spirit didn’t knock. Spirit struck.
No erratic flames. No messy splatter. Just a neat, sealed wax formation that says:
"It is done."
This wasn’t a loud curse. This was a divine sentence carried out.
And I sleep like a baby.
Download the free ritual or hire me to perform it for you.
Justice has a name — and it knows where to find them.
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