I recently crafted a curse for three individuals who had wronged me, but for the sake of confidentiality, I’ve removed their names. I wanted to share the working with the BALG community, as I know many here appreciate the art of precise and effective cursing.
This spell calls upon Hecate-Brimo, the Torchbearer and Queen of the Crossroads, to bring about rightful consequences for those who deceive, manipulate, and harm others. The curse is designed to disrupt the lives of the guilty until they face the weight of their own actions.
I welcome any thoughts or refinements from fellow practitioners. May justice find its mark.
Invocation to Hecate-Brimo
Hecate Brimo, Mighty One,
Torchbearer at the crossroads, shadow-cloaked and crowned in flame,
Dread Queen of restless spirits, guardian of night’s abyss,
I call to You with reverence and fire in my soul.
Three-formed Goddess, hear my cry!
Mistress of sorcery, Lady of the waning moon,
By the howls of the black hounds and the whispers of the shades,
By the ghosts that wander and the curses yet unspoken—
Come forth in power! Come forth in wrath!
Stand beside me as I work my will,
For what is cast in Your name shall not return void!
Hex upon (Name), (Name), and (Name)
By the dark of the waning moon,
By the shadow where justice looms,
By the torchlight, flickering low—
I mark their names, and so it goes.
(Name), whose tongue twists lies like ivy,
Let her words turn sour, let them bite her back.
Let falsehoods choke her breath,
Let truth unravel her deceit.
(Name), who treads on hearts like fallen leaves,
Let her missteps bring her to ruin.
Let love abandon her, let loneliness find her,
As she has cast others aside.
(Name), the serpent, the smiling blade,
Let her charm turn to dust in her hands.
Let her sweetness sour, let her luck decay,
Until she tastes the bitterness she has sown.
No peace shall they know,
No comfort shall they find,
Until their deeds are paid in kind.
Abracadabra!
License to Depart
Hecate Brimo, I give Thee thanks,
For lending strength to my command.
With torches dimmed and shadows drawn,
Return now to the hidden lands.
Let all be as it must be,
Let the spirits take their leave.
The work is done, the spell is sealed,
And so I close this sacred weave.