Tl;dr = Got very mad and five different people got their crap pushed in after a single hexing, in about a month after. What you need is to be angry enough to cause a long-lasting scene, about teenager on rehab-levels of anger. Read on how/what happened.
We’ve been suffering a lot of corruption in our gated community for years and I reached tipping point when the resulting tension affected my relations with the rest of the house hold.
What I did is that, after receiving even more bad news, I lost my composture and stabbed a steel feeding bowl with a pair of scissors. Basically had a breakdown where I did that with all my strength, risking my well-being (imagine I nick myself with that!), and only when I felt exhausted after a flurry of five or eight hits, I let out a guttural scream. Scared the crap out of neighbors, the point is I did not care about that anymore.
I just had to let it all out, nevermind the ensuing gossip.
Truth be told if you heard that coming from the house next door you’d probably run for cover, it was a shitshow bordering a call to the cops, or the national guard. I also slammed the bowl on the floor and when it bounced back, I punched the microwave clean off the counter, flattened the bowl with a stomp and flailed the micro by its cable on the walls until it broke, glad it was already unplugged and about time I got me a new one; what I want to convey is the imbecilic levels of anger I was mired in - which are the source of the curse to begin with.
After that and only after exhaustion had settled in, I sat down and muttered the general idea of what I wanted to happen. There were no special words, names of gods/demons that I said, just a laundry list of exaggerated maladies I wanted to befall all those who had wronged me recently. For the sake of completion I did an anathomical exhaustive narration such as follows:
“May your hair fall off, may your ears swell until your deaf, may your eyes rot in your skull and choke on your own tongue…”
Right after that list, I went with social tragedies and accidents, like “may your kids abandon you in a resting home, but may you survive them and see them buried, may a car crunch you flat…” I simply rambled on until I ran out of original and horrific ideas. I did not want to repeat myself, just went on and on trying not to sentence them to something I already said. For whatever reason, this was felt as very important to me, maybe it will not be for you, but it was a key element to keep me running on fumes.
Right after that I read the exorcism of Edin Na Zu (from the Simon Necronomicon, easily found online), had a shower and went on about my business trying not to act on those wishes, I mean, after all I still had to see those assholes during the day. About one month later I get news of:
- One of my targets died from pancreatic cancer.
- Second target was running a business with the third, they went bankrupt.
- Second target’s daughter fainted abroad, diagnosed with late stage cancer.
- Third target was accused by fourth target of stealing money, cops involved.
- Fourth target, bookeep, is undergoing chemo right now.
- Fifth target had a brain stroke, learning to walk again as we speak.
There was a sixth target involved and, LET THIS BE A LESSON FOR YOU, I thought he did not deserve to get wrecked. Though I had a general idea of who I wanted punished I had never named them in the curse, but I was having second doubts on this sixth person who I wanted protected right after the curse was laid.
DO NOT EVER DO THAT.
Having remorse is a sabotage to not only your work but against yourself, literally, as it may cause the resulting hex to lash back at you. In a way it is a living thing. All I got was splitting headaches not the moment or days after the curse, but about a week after I heard of the big news, and for a whole week. If you find yourself in that position, exorcise and purify. Shungite works wonders, just do not confuse it for obsidian when you go buy it.
What happened to this sixth target before I pulled the curse back, in a single day:
- He tripped and nearly fell through a glass table.
- He cut himself badly on a hand doing home improvement.
- Right after, he drilled a hole in a wall for whatever reason, quit half-way through and left it for tomorrow, was happy to have done so as I was drilling right over where a high-tension cable was resting.
Dude could have fried himself on the spot merely a few hours after the curse. How did all this come to pass? Well it has been a long time coming, but also because I had lost all inhibition in lieu of acting out my anger, that is in a way a gnostic state, where you will and desire meet each other.
So far this adds five lives destroyed to my tally, a total of seven. And seeing how things are going as of a few minutes ago, the numbers might start growing again. I’ll keep you informed.
If you’re suffering from illness, give my other thread a look.