I am in Montreal, which is a city supercharged with rampant magic. Pezer warned or taunted me before that it has powerful Masonic grounding, but I was not prepared for the wild growing wealth of "general magic", magic on all levels, emanating from so many individuals, openly and less openly, and residing in the trees and the black, sharply cutting stones of Mont Royal.
Hail!
Black thorns and white birches make for red tears.
Out of curiosity, one day I stepped into the office of a Hindu astrologer. I gave him my data but quickly saw that he was an amateur. He relied fully on the segmented data that his computer program gave him. So, getting the basics right, which any program will do for you, he then, foul critter, proceeded to base on the confidence he thought he had gained by his readout, to utter various threats, predictions of doom. Having been victim to such wiles and fraud in a more innocent past I recognized his scheme but was no less distraught by his vile utterings.
I let him make his offerings of protection by Shiva which through a cleverly spun thread (he is no amateur as a fraud) through means he knew were not available in these parts, he arrived at offering protection by his own hands and means, naturally for more substantial money than the 25 dollar I paid originally, out of curiosity for a brother, I hoped, in magic.
I politely thanked him and walked out, not before having innocently asked him the most disturbing question of all, which with terror in his eyes pretended to confidently answer. I began to comtemplate revenge.
A week later, having discared all options of violence, the obvious answer came to me. The nobles move is simply to put him out of business. Many people have after all fallen victim to his treachery and many more will. He is famous as a fraud, it turns out.
I set out one night, fully clothed in black with scarf and hat and a sharp stone, and carved in the front of his practice two times three runes. A design to stop the effects of deceit.
The effect was immediately palpable and became noticeable soon after. The whole neighborhood was flooded by his flyers and he had sent his wife out in the street to beg people to come inside.
But then, he made a nice trick. Using a magnetized pawn/runner, he identified me this morning as the runecaster, and later today I could feel his spell attacking me.
I prelared, and this afternoon I cast first cleansings and shield. I bought tools for deep inscriptions and found the right places. It seems to have worked sufficiently already, but the battle has just intensified. I take joy in this.
Praise be to Odin.
