Bags of Rice

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This isn't a spell, but it explains how energy works a little. It can be used in an experiment, but it is paired with a story. And it's paired with some background.
You will need the following items for this spell:

  • 3 satchets filled with rice

Casting Instructions for 'Bags of Rice'

There were three bags of rice hanging in a room. There was a girl who lived in this room, who tended to her rice. Shed walk up to the first bag, and give it a hug, telling it how nice it was. Shed walk up to the second bag, and hit it, saying Lots of horrible things to it. Shed walk past the third bag, and look away. The girl did this for many weeks, favoring the first bag, hating the second, all while completely forgetting the third. She went to harvest the rice. The first bag was very nice, clean and ready to sell. The second bag was filled with a considerable amount of mold, she scrapped it. She stuck with the first bag, and decided to sell the nice rice. She walked past the third bag, completely forgetting about it. The girl jumped as its contents rotted the bag, spilling loudly onto the wooden floor. This, whether the experiment works right for you,is a reality. Positive energy is good. Negative energy is bad. No energy is worse. I can guarantee you that more people commit suicide from loneliness than bullying. I am living proof of this statistic, and thankfully not a part of it. Middle school: bullied continuously, and harassed in all forms you can imagine. I still smiled. I cried some. Generally optimistic. Loved the outdoors. Made friends. Lost friends. I loved myself. Highschool: Socially awkward, no one looked at me, even when I tried to speak. Little to no acknowledgement, and my conversation starters were often brushed over by someone else, and forgotten. I fake smiled. My friends forgot I existed. I was a nervous wreck. My own thoughts seethed inside of me. I skipped class. Locked myself away. Went to BHC for suicidal affiliation. Came back, and no one noticed. I forgot how to cry right, and when I did, I was alone. Im still alone. I hate myself. Am I an attention whore? For lack of a better term. Does my starvation annoy you? Are you going to say, Stop digging for comments and mail! Or will your actions speak louder as you roll your eyes and look away. God how stupid, huh... Next. How many read this far? How many read this at all? How is this society so content with ignorance? How is anyone supposed to heal, when all we get are half hearted nothings! I say we, because theres so many. Look at them first, because they know how to ask better than me. Autism spectrum disorder is a real b**ch isnt it? I laugh when people talk about how amazing their charity work is, when their lonely children are shoed to the next room. Why, look at all of these donations! Oh... Jim must have gone to bed, oh well. Jim snuck out, and started smoking cigarettes, and drinking. He walked back in, the smell of alcohol radiating off of him. ...right past his snoring ignorant mother, her donations successfully delivered. Wake up and smell the roses... ...or rather, the vomit filled with the stench of alcohol, tobacco, and depression. Evaluate the bags of rice in your life, nice bags. Wouldnt want the third bag, ruining your expensive hard wood floor.


Added to on Apr 07, 2016
Last edited on Mar 22, 2018

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