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I was on the pointy end of a gang of wannbee 'witches' some years ago, according to 'insiders' who attempted to warn me. At the time, I laughed outright - it seemed too preposterous, like a teenage tv show, even though my own mother and nieces were amongst the whistleblowers. I dismissed it, thought it was funny
The 'lead wannabee witch' had been a trusted, close family member until she no longer was. But while she was, she'd frequently stayed in our home. She'd had a habit of entering while I was at work, too, and departing without my even knowing she'd been there. So when the 'whistleblowers' told me she'd made 'little dolls' containing my hair and other things, I thought I'd fallen into the Twilight Zone. 'She sticks pins in them, I've seen her. And the witches sit in a circle and chant' said another 'whistleblower'. Who'd believe it? I didn't. It sounded ridiculous or possibly some New Age gang doing something relatively innocent
Months later, I dropped in a heap. I prided myself on never getting ill or going to doctors so it was hard to admit. But I had to take to my bed. Still didn't call a doctor though - told myself it was too much sun or something
Two weeks later I was still in bed and not thrilled. But I was too weak to stand. Didn't know what was wrong with me, too stubborn to call a doctor, believed I'd be right as rain very soon
Things were stabbing me all over. I'd feel a stab in my ribs and twist and try to put my hand there, but before I could, there'd be a worse stab in my back, then my leg, then a shoulder, then the neck. It went on and on and was painful and worrying. I'd never heard of anything similar, so not a common flu, although that's what I blamed it on. And there was an awful feeling I was going to die, which I certainly was not going to do because my children needed me and that was that. Thing was, it wouldn't go away. I wasn't getting better and I should have been after all that time
Then a thought came to me, something I'd read somewhere. Came out of the blue and reminded me that if someone is trying to harm you, you should bless them. Next thing that popped into my head was the 'lead witch' - her name and face. Simple math. With nothing to lose, I began blessing the witch. Didn't know if she had anything to do with any of it, but she was getting blessed. But it morphed very swiftly into angry type blessing, more like a curse. Not right, I knew, but ..
Then I became more creative and made up a little verse. It sounded like something from the Dark Ages and I wondered about it. Still don't know for sure if I invented it or if it arrived fully-made. Whatever the case, it mentioned the 'lead witch' by name and was sort of a tit-for-tat rhyme. If the 'lead witch's' intentions towards me were good, then she'd receive ten or a hundred times more goodness in return. Likewise if her intentions towards me were bad
Very swiftly, I was up and out of bed, back at work and assuring everyone I was 100% fine
Mid-morning, I stepped from work, intending to cross the road to a stationery supplier. Stood on the kerb, watching for a break in the traffic. Saw a gap, stepped forth onto the road
Next I knew, I was on the other side of the road, lying in the gutter, surrounded by a group of aged-pensioners. First thing I heard was an old man's voice saying over and over, 'I've never seen anything like it ! You flew across the road. It looked like you flew. And your shoes blew right off your feet ! '
Very embarrassed, I stood up and started dusting myself off, thanking the old people and just wanting to get away so no-one from work would see. The old man ran into the middle of the road to retrieve my shoes. He kept repeating he'd never seen anything like it and about my shoes blowing off, etc.
I got into the stationery shop soon as I could, hoping none of them had seen the commotion, then went back to work. Didn't know what had happened to me on the road. I couldn't remember any of it between leaving the footpath on one side and landing in the gutter on the other
Next day I was back in bed, being invisibly stabbed again. Workmates phoned and told the children I'd gone back to work 'too soon'. But there was nothing wrong with me, that was the thing ! Nothing I could come up with
I started blessing the 'lead witch' in earnest, then hitting her with the tit-for-tat rhyme, over and over
Finally, I was well and back at work. I told people it had been a bad case of flu, and it was going around
Most of us know that for a curse or spell to work, the intended victim must be told about it. Simple 'suggestion' at work. Believe it or not, it has only just dawned on me, as I've been writing this, that I must have been deliberately told by my mother and nieces (none of whom I usually spoke to). Well well
Whatever the case, I have continued to chant that tit-for-tat rhyme, twenty or more years later, whenever I feel a certain unwanted presence in my own and family's lives. And to it, I've added the mental drawing of a five pointed star, top point upright - which I read about in a T.C. Lethbridge book. I say the rhyme and draw several stars and spin them around our house - psychic battle-shields. Every now and then I do the perimeter with salt. Pagan sounding, but I suppose I have incorporated a bit of that in recent years . And touch-wood, the 'lead witch' has stayed well away while others remain terrified of her
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