You're smart, you don't believe in curses. So anyway, how'd you go about trying to lift one?

So it all started out one night I was pigging out while driving and hit this old lady…

(kidding).

I didn’t do anything. My mom’s side of the family had a schism and at some point it was “formally announced” that such a generational curse exists. So the case would be I just inherited it, via the family bloodline I guess…?

It’s been one of those things as an adult we casually joke about when in situations were thing feel as if they are uniquely bad or, more often, uniquely bad in a specific way that causes others to ponder why the heck things went so poorly.

In the before times, some of the family (back when there was one) would swap stories that often included mechanics going “never seen this in the 35 years I’ve been doing this”

or things like this–

I have had my place(s) flooded like 4 times, each being due to “1000 year floods.”


This whole thing was basically just me having a pity party. My honeymoon was cancelled last year due to dad dying suddenly…couldn’t cancel the wedding but the 'moon was killed. So we planned an epic one year anniversary extended version of it.

Things kept not working out. Dumb problems would manifest. We kept working things out, working things out, working things out. Optimism was in short supply. But, then we actually did the intake session, and mom was put in memory care. She was happy and made friends before I left! I was so happy.

I ran errands to get things she needed, and my heart started to open up. I get to take a vacation! I’m going to get a break.

…just to go back and find out there’s a COVID outbreak so I had to pull mom out immediately and, since it has taken many months of planning and organizing to accommodate her, there’s no contingency.

So epic honeymoon year 2 is as well cancelled. Last dang minute, too. Would be about to leave.

Someone said something like if things keep going wrong and I’m involved, it’s easy to suspect IT’S ME.
I think it’s ME, but the calamities that come along with me are not usually of my own making, just sort of stupid acts of god type shit. Still, makes me feel pretty rotten when people like my wife have to suffer because of it.

I don’t believe in curses but I’ll burn some sacred plants or write a rune and tear up the pieces or whatever silly thing calms the gremlins.

I need a break.

BTW I think it’s important to note:

I was raised by Christian ministers, who fully did believe in the supernatural, possessions (my goodness, the amount of undiagnosed mental illness that they waved off as ‘demons’ is pretty sad in retrospect)…

So I’m a weird amalgam of “raised to believe in hokum” but able to see past the bullshit, but in my times of unique troubles, I will go…“máire…you never knew me…”

Oh also she’s dead so any grave stuff is game-on I guess…

Oh, they believe in it. But their believing in it makes them pathetic vapid flakes.

Who is dead? The aunt who put a curse on the family?

It sounds like some bad luck to me. I mean, we ALL got hit by covid lockdowns. Does your branch of Christianity do exorcisms? Or whatever urse-lifting is called? Because I bet a Catholic priest would be able to point you to someone who could “lift the curse”.

Some minor purification rituals followed by a pilgrimage is, probably what you need. Failing that, amulets are your only hope.

Good Luck.

In your mind, go to the closest wall near you. There is a sash window there. Open it up. What is outside that window is outside your life. Put your right foot through the window, duck your head and get outside. It’s nice and warm and grassy out there.

Have a look back inside the window.

You can see it clearly now. Covid was bad because it stopped your plans, but the timing was good because it stopped you getting stranded abroad. Did you really need a honeymoon? What was the real objective of the honeymoon? Couldn’t you replicate it someplace else and still feel fulfilled?

Things happen in our lives and sometimes it’s really difficult to tell if it was for the best or for the worst. Keep an open mind about it and step back through the window into your life. Live in the moment - you make your life what it is.

Peace.

By that logic Christians don’t exist either, since there’s no such thing as an interventionist God.

You said it, not me.

Why lift a curse, when with a little mirror magic you can send it back?

Because of possible escalation?

But there are Christians. They exist. Some are on this board. I may feel they are mistaken in their beliefs, but that doesn’t mean they don’t exist.

Same with witches.

People may believe they are witches and can cast spells, but since casting spells isn’t real, they aren’t real witches. They only pretend to be witches, which I have no problem with as long as people don’t take them seriously, there is no harm done.

Casting spells, (if a modern witch does that, not all do) is no different from prayer. If you don’t believe in witches you can’t logically believe in Christians.

But I sense there’s no reasoning with you about this and it’s kind of a hijack, so I’ll drop it.

Mom’s second to the right front tooth just came out during a salad lunch. It’s a tooth we paid ALL THE MONEY to get capped, and it just wrenched off at the base like I owe her $10 under her pillow.

There’s no possible way I get a break from her, a honey moon with my wife, or any semblance of a trip away.

You’re “live in the moment, make life what you want” bullshittery is indicative of a person who does not caregive, have kids, or understand what it means to put others first.

I can see it clearly how–? I cancelled my first honeymoon because Dad died. I cancelled my second because mom cannot be held safe.

All in all I just feel unlucky.

Well, OK it could be that your life is harder than others. If there is a spectrum of luck which I guess there must be, you might have just been unlucky in comparison to others. Or a curse. In which case avoid frogurt with potassium benzoate.