Sorry if that is the wrong flair for something like this. Am new to the subreddit.

     Not too long ago I learned the consequences of irresponsibly working with spirits. My friend who was born into witchcraft said that I should collect some grave dirt since grave dirt is a very powerful ingredient to have. So I was ecstatic to get some, for what? I didn't know. I just wanted to have it. That was my first mistake. I had an opportunity to go to a very old graveyard to get some, and I did. I did exactly as my friend told me. She said to go around and pick out a grave I was drawn to and ask the spirit for some. I did that with two graves, but I didn't have anything to offer. That was my second mistake. I did clean up their graves a bit so I guess that counts for something. That night, I had a dream that a group of old people were running around chasing and killing children. An old man (obviously one of the spirits, his name is John) chased around this little boy (the other spirit, the grave was so old I couldn't make out a name) and put him in the boy section of a chair and gouged his eyes out. (There were two chairs attached to eachother, one was marked boy, and the other was marked girl) I didn't realize this dream was telling me what gender the unknown ghost was, I just reacted to it like a normal nightmare. Ever since then (until recently) the spirits were always somewhere in my dreams, or I didn't have one. I could no longer lucid dream.

      So a couple of weeks passed and my friend told me someone did something fucked up to her. So I used the grave dirt to curse the person that did that thing to her. Yes, you can use grave dirt to curse people. That was my third mistake, just generally misusing it.

DONT EVER CURSE ANYONE UNLESS YOU'RE READY FOR IT TO COME BACK TO YOU! IT CAN AND WILL WEIGH ON YOU! DONT EVER WISH DEATH ON PEOPLE UNLESS YOU WANT IT TO COME BACK TO YOU! REMEMBER THE THREE FOLD LAW! ¡ES MUY IMPORTANTE!

She updated me on what happened to the person. It worked and the spirits latched on to him and drained him for a bit. The when the moon started waning I had them come back to me. This is why it's important to learn how to undo a spell. If I didn't know what was I was doing or what was happening, which I mostly didn't, the spirits still would be out and about and agitated for no reason.

Then another couple of weeks later I came to spend the night at a friend's house and the dreams got so much worse and I was basically being tortured almost every night I was there. I had a dream that I became a stuffed frog and the spirits were chasing me, yet I couldn't move. Frogs are very very bad omens in dreams by the way. Be warned, those who dream of frogs.

Then yet another couple of weeks later, every night just having nightmares or no dreams at all. I decided I couldn't handle it anymore. I was very sick, and had hardly any appetite. I had to get rid of the grave dirt. That night I had a dream that my father drove me to antique shop ran by the ever so present spirits. Yet in this dream they weren't malicious toward me. There was a ceramic baby statue on the register counter. It was smiling. This is a very good omen by the way. If you dream of a smiling baby that means positive change and rebirth is coming your way. I gave the spirits some used candles in exchange for some new ones. I wanted to check out the back room of the store, but I felt there was something very very bad back there, so I didn't. Then I woke up and walked to where I was going to take the grave dirt. It was a very spiritual walk. I was originally a Christian so I kind of used that walk to get back into touch with God, my foundation, you know?

I know it's weird that I'm a Christian and I'm on this subreddit, but I'm kind of here just to share what I learned while I was practicing.

On that walk I came across two children getting mail for their parents. It was a girl and a boy. The boy was much younger than the girl and kept on trying to talk to me. He mistaked me for someone called CJ? I don't know. Then the girl told him I wasn't CJ. Then he just straight up said Hello old man! Then they went back to their house and he kept on talking about how I looked like a grandpa. This ain't related to the spirits but I thought it would be nice to add. It was the cutest thing I swear.

So I finally get to the place where I'm taking the grave dirt. It's a bunch of trails, the type of place a bunch of rednecks would go mudding. I get to the top of a cliff like place. I addressed the spirits and announced myself released. I say a prayer and I threw it off the cliffside. The container burst open at the bottom and dirt scattered everywhere. I was released.

I get home that night and had the best sleep I've had in like 3 months. And my friendships kind of fixed themselves.

I tell you all of this, dear readers, as a warning to always be cautious in the ways of witchcraft. Be careful. Be sure to do enough research so you know what you're doing and NEVER do anything heinous.