Once upon a time there were 4 people in
college. One was a somewhat talented artist studying at University.
Her roommate was a talented scientist. One day the roommate tried to
draw a person and did a halfway decent job but the artist could see
the proportions were all off.
You see, at the time they went to
school, if a student had extraordinary talent in the arts, they
received special instruction and everyone else got to learn how to
push the broom as they were going to become workers in a factory
somewhere.
But the artist always wanted to teach
art, so she spent several weeks after classes teaching her moderately
talented roommate how to grid and copy pieces of artwork and
proportions. The artist got her wish and became an art teacher,
married and had her children and generally enjoyed a lovely and very
happy, but mundane life to some. Her children were all successful and
went on to change the lives of other people for the better.
In the other room there was a talented
musician who had just learned how to write music but already, her
playing and little songs were touching other people. Her roommate may
have had a talent but she was too focused on her complexion and
constant break outs, nails and hair to study and find her talent and
focus. Nothing made her happy but new boots for a few minutes. She
was jealous of her musician roommate's clear complexion and couldn't
enjoy the music she produced and the pleasure she gave the other
students only infuriated the jealous one more.
Finally in frustration, she bought a
curse for sex with a local babalawo, male priest in Santeria,
to give the girl a nasty breakout.
She didn't understand or listen to the warning that there was no way
to completely predict the severity of the curse and anyway, she
really didn't care. She just wanted this girl to suffer the way she
did with horrible pimples. The babalawo also didn't mention the karma
for the curse would be attached to her, not him and perhaps at a
later date, he might use the nice saliva samples he had on the condom
to attach the karma for a few curses he intended to throw for his
personal revenge upon her, skating the karma himself for just being a
nasty, bad person.
She was ecstatic as the musician was
totally broken out, so distracted she almost missed her recital and
couldn't preform her music correctly. This lead the musician to agree
with her parents and change her major to something practical. The
jealous one now had a simple way to deal with her pain. She would pay
someone to inflict pain on others and it seemed she was quite
successful, even though her marriages ended in divorce and her
precious children were all in menial jobs and getting psychiatric
help. Finally the culmination of her success as a person (in her view
point) arrived in the guise of a grandchild.
One night the grandchild suffered
problems breathing and was rushed to the emergency room where the
child died within a few minutes, devastating the jealous one and
throwing her into a fit screaming that everyone had cursed her and
driving her daughter down the same path spending every penny and
moment trying to buy more curses against all the people that were
cursing them to this miserable life of loneliness and pain.
Little did the jealous one know that
Karma had set her up from the beginning. The musician whose potential
career she ruined had suffered from devastating and disfiguring skin
cancer her entire life making her a recluse, so she never wrote the
song that would have inspired the young man devastated by the death
of his baby sister from pulmonary collapse to finish medical school
and get the job he wanted in the very same emergency room where his
sister had died years before, and the jealous one's grandchild died
that night, on the night shift so he would be there to help the
children and adults who arrived dying with this rare condition. And
as each person who should have lived: died, another piece of karma
returned to the original sender as a broken promise, a divorce, a
mentally unstable child and finally the death of the most important
thing in her life.
Now, had the jealous one learned not to
inflict her pain deliberately on other people and solve her problems,
seek her bliss and talent, and enjoy the talents of others instead of
cursing them because she could not become them, she would have had a
loving family and lots of grandchildren to enjoy and tell stories to
at night. She could have stopped the cycle when she saw the
devastation she had caused over a few pimples, rectified it by
encouraging her roommate musician rather then secretly gloating and
undermining her, but instead, she enjoyed the power and as the old
adage says, “power corrupts and ultimate power corrupts
ultimately”.
A curse, prayer or spell ties you to
the fate of the person you curse or have cursed, prayed for or cast a
spell upon and that is Karma. So you might find the “good spells
and prayers” for jobs or health or success boring and the curses,
prayers to harm the misguided, and blocking paths spells more
exciting as you watch someone's life fall apart and justify it with
“they deserved it” but while you are watching the very real
reality show, your life is getting ready to crash and burn and
sometimes karma will even provide you a house and car so you can
really watch the show in comfort just before she delivers the final
blow. Karma is a lot like Anonymous. She never forgets. She never forgives. She will come for you. She just balances the damage and good you do by doing it to you.
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