You are you–You-you, whoever you are. You are at least smart enough to know you don’t know it all, which is a really intelligent place to be. You’re certainly too intelligent to believe in hokum like curses.
Still being you, imagine you have an aunt who literally claims she is a witch, does “real” witchcraft and claims to have put a familial curse on you–a generational curse.
She’s insistent it’s true and real, and in her mind it’s religiosity and in her heart.
“Bullshit,” she can believe whatever. You wave it off.
But what if shit keeps getting fucked up so weird that people around you start to believe you are in fact cursed?
How many years of insanely failed honeymoons would be cursed out of happening before you decided “hey, if I can dig up a dead rabbit or throw some salt in some circle, I’ll play along and see…”
I would pray the power of Jesus can destroy any curse.
The bible says A curse causeless shall not come. I don’t believe I’ve done anything to deserve one. And witches do exist.
First beg her forgiveness. If she doesn’t lift the curse I would sacrifice a kitten. If that didn’t work I would try to trap my aunt’s spirit in a goat and sacrifice it. If that doesn’t work things don’t look promising.
I would ignore it and suggest that some people need psychological help because witches don’t exist. They never have, and they never will, although some people will believe anything they are told.
Then they aren’t really witches, are they? They’re people pretending to be witches, which unfortunately ignorant people think are real and who can cast spells on them and destroy their lives. As I said, these people need psychological help.
I’d up the ante with auntie and ask her to curse me more. If things get worse, I’d consider doing something to lift the curse(s). If things don’t get worse, then you know it’s a load of horse-shit.
