It’s astounding to me how there are people so evil, so wicked that they try to employ whatever supernatural force they can to harm others. Take magic, for example. Black magic, juju, satanic witchcraft, all that disgustingly evil stuff! The sucky part is that it might be the case that some people are born with these violent and evil dispositions. Serial killers and rapists are also included in this sick category of people. But, let’s focus on black magic for this entry.
Like many people, I learned about black magic during the socialization process, especially through my mother’s teachings. She frequently brought it up to discuss the evils in this world, and it also had some religious and cultural context. She discussed it wholeheartedly- in complete belief of what she was talking about. Conversations regarding black magic were serious, and we were recommended a preparedness package- the content of which included prayers and rituals. In order to protect yourself from this abstract and hidden evil, it was suggested that you depend on tried, millennia-old ways. Owing to my skeptic nature and portrayals of black magic in popular culture, I had doubts about its reality.
I couldn’t believe people believed in its existence, let alone that there were people who really practiced it. It was all a little humorous to me. It seemed as though it was the product of popular culture. I ascribed it to being a creation of our wild imagination or as a latently generated answer that acts as some sort of justification for some of the bad things in this world, like disease and financial misfortune. It’s naïve of me, but like I’ve said many times before, I’ve been relatively sheltered from much of this world. I mean, I really did not think there were any people who practiced and performed black magic; to me, it either had gone extinct many centuries ago (as it was all BS), or it’s always just been a collection of fabled stories passed on from one generation to the next. People had mentioned supposed direct encounters with it before, but I’ve always been quick to dismiss.
Well, today I’m a more experienced and aware 24 year old who has garnered enough experience to know that weird a** s*** like this does actually happen. Today, I was sitting in my office, minding my own business, when I received a phone call from my sister letting me know that something odd (to say the least) had happened. The phone call was then followed with a string of text messages (images).
Passport sized pictures of me, a wide array of weirdly mixed spices, an uncomfortably odd assortment of nuts, a strand of hair (definitely not mine), and a small notebook with what looks to be the Ferrari logo. There’s an eerie vibe to the pictures. Looking at them, I can feel the sinister intent. It’s horrific. I’m not so sure I’m going to be able to sleep comfortably tonight. Maybe the spell (or spells) is why I’ve been feeling so stuck lately, and/or maybe that’s why I felt something sharp in the median vein on my left arm, and/or maybe that’s why my stomach has been upset every damn morning, and/or maybe that’s why I’ve been having horrendous headaches.
It’s all so hurtful (and majorly annoying) because I’ve never inflicted emotional or physical pain to the person who is behind all of this. If anything, I’ve been blamed for being too friendly.