Journal Infestation

Here at the Journal we (the royal we, that is) have been suffering the effects of what seems to be a psychic invasion. The air positively permeates with the biblical sounds of uncontrollable wailing and the gnashing of teeth. Objects fly unbidden across the room. Doors slam unexpectedly. Harsh unpronounceable words uttered in gutteral tones emerge from thin air. Simultaneously some scoundrel has been siphoning funds from my bank account. These combined experiences has left me positively unmoored.

Being a man of fiery disposition and a potent shaman in my own right, I have not faced this invasion lying down, though I have resorted to burying myself under the covers during a few moments of intense attack. I've sought advisement though voodoo drum communiqués with several powerful houngans of my acquaintance. On Wednesday, a noted Exorcist from Ireland arrives to assess the situation. Furthurmore, I've been initiating nightly scouting expeditions into the astral plane to see if I can catch these poltergeists, or demons, or whatever manner of dark spirits they be, unawares, so as to serve them their psychic eviction notice, so to speak.

As for that money stealing villain...he will soon be on the receiving end of a black rot curse. I wouldn't want to be anywhere near the vicinity of his sexual organs when the spell hits in full force.

Needless to say, my blog entries will be infrequent until I have taken these matters in hand. I will try to post at least once a week, during moments when the spirits relent or when my mojo is strong enough to hold them at bay.

Thanks for your support. Godspeed!