Strike of the Black Veil: A Ritual for Anonymous Justice
This ritual was born from rage and righteous fury. An anonymous source shared that a child had been sexually harmed by someone they once called a friend. The predator remains unnamed, but Spirit doesn’t need a name — just permission to strike.
What followed was a moment of moral clarity:
If you wouldn’t hex a child predator, who would you hex?
While some spiritual practitioners called for “non-black magic,” we knew this was not a moment for moral posturing. This was a moment to unleash Spirit.
Ritual Blueprint
We built a hex spell designed to:
Unravel the predator
Expose hidden truths
Mark all enablers
And spiritually end cycles of harm
Core components included:
Black candle for justice
Petition with spiritual coordinates (“You are found. You will fall.”)
Binding with black thread
Graveyard dirt, sulfur, and fire
Mirror for reversal and exposure
Call upon Santa Muerte Negra and Hecate for righteous vengeance
The ritual ended with burning, burial, and a cleansing.
Energetic Results
After casting:
Heavy air and buzzing altar energy
Mirror fogged unnaturally (not from smoke) — sign of a direct hit
Ancestors sent dreams of bound wrists and snapped threads
A crow screamed outside my window within minutes of extinguishing the ashes
We consider this ritual active and ongoing.
We offered it free to the public with optional paid services to help others seek justice in their own lives.
Community Impact
Comments flooded in from others who had no name, but all the rage
Requests to cast this ritual for unknown predators appeared within hours
We’ve since turned this into a downloadable PDF for witches who refuse to stay silent
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 final melt told the whole story.
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.
Final Signs
The chills.
The dirt smell.
The sudden stillness when the candle died.
Every signal confirmed what I already knew:
The predator was found. The work was sealed. The door is mine again.
This wasn’t just baneful magic — it was a veil-crossing judgment ritual.
And Spirit moved like it had been waiting.