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Hieronymus Bosch, Christ in Limbo

One of the main reasons it is so difficult for the average person, including myself, to make a deep connection to the spiritual is the predicament of our age. If we currently dwell in the first stirrings of the Age of Aquarius, and I believe we do, it is rather obvious that great enlightenment has failed to occur on a mass scale. On the contrary, the higher self remains more remote for most people than it has ever been in human history.

The Incas fascinatingly seemed to foresee our unspiritual era and wanted to escape being reincarnated during it. In The Secret of the Incas: Myth, Astronomy, and the War Against TIme, William Sullivan makes the case that the Incas and the Mayans sought via complicated magical means to sit out our own peculiar era. Nostradamus was also plagued by the fear his potent magical knowledge would be abused by the people of our era – he burned every magical book he had at one point to stop the knowledge from falling into our bumbling hands. Magicians of past eras often did this, not just out of worry that Dominicans were coming to out them and torture them, but because the future scryed in visions was such a bleak and literally godforsaken environment.

Demonic Paradise and Downward Pull

I loved my toys when I was a kid in the 1970s and 1980s. I had a huge collection of stuffed animals. My favorite one was a red beanbag received in an Easter Basket one year. The beanbag was egg shaped with little feet, hands, and a face. I had a fancy sled that looked like a small snow plow. I had at least one Barbie Dream House, and I distinctly remember having at least one car for Barbie and her friends. I had an electronic toy called a Speak and Spell that I used to become a third grade spelling ace. All of these toys now sit somewhere in a landfill or are ocean waste. One of the primary reasons I chose as a little girl not to have children in this incarnation was the profligate waste the children of this era put onto our fragile planet. The amount of waste produced by an affluent child these days dwarfs my output by ten times. All of this plastic bombardment does not lend itself to spiritual aspiration. My whole childhood world was plastic, from the dashboard of the petroleum-fueled cars in which I rode to the olefin rugs under my feet and the shampoo bottles that existed so I could scent my hair with synthetic peaches. Our era is one of plastic and temptation. There are more people who have sold their souls to demons and devils in our era than at any other time. This is what I believe.

What Does It Mean to Sell One’s Soul?

I used to think that selling one’s soul required a Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage-level ritual (a year plus in a secluded house, exceptionally well-drawn magic circles) and it took me a long time to become educated otherwise. Selling one’s soul is not a short process. It is a series of increasingly deeper degradations and lies to oneself about right versus wrong. Though there are some stunningly obvious examples of politicians and celebrities who have sold their souls and who may have physically conjured deities from the Goetia to get the job done, selling one’s soul isn’t necessarily profound or individual. A group of souls can compromise its destiny by acting as a herd. This is what I believe happened with the Nazification of Germany, the Stalinization of Russia, and the current Faucization of the denizens of empires beholden to globalist sway.

The Egregore of Competition

When I was in first grade, I discovered I hated Gym Class. We were told to run around the asphalt in a great circle – yes, this was back in the 70s when six year olds were not considered too fragile to run 400 yards on the pavement. I finished dead last and because I was alone, I thought I had won the race. The other kids pointed and laughed and soon I realized what had happened. I cried.

We are all subject to an egregore of competition that has become an out of control leviathan. This has gotten worse in my fifty year lifetime. It’s hard to say when this egregore started its metastasis. The gist of the egregore is that everyone must compete for every resource and that competition is good. Gordon Gecko’s proclamation “Greed is good” comes from the competition egregore: of course greed is good, because without greedy urges, people might cooperate instead of competing. To quote The Highlander, another vintage film, the competition egregore comes from the There Can Be Only One model of astral pyramid.

I was subject to humiliation in my first grade class because it never occurred to my teachers that there were ways of getting children to exercise without pitting them against each other. Constant competition was reflected in the larger environment. My suburban neighborhood morphed from a place where everyone knew each other’s name at the yearly block parties to an every-household-for-itself gallery of snobs. Whose house can inflate the most? Who can add the most unnecessary rooms to better serve children who rarely go outside? The spirit of the neighborhood changed from one of modesty, DIY, and helpfulness to griping over property lines, ostentation, and insufferability. Recently the competition has changed into a waiting game to see which neighbor will be next to be picked off by MRNA gene therapy side effects. Meanwhile, the television blares a litany about how much better Americans are than Russians.

How better to get a leg up on your neighbor than to sell your soul to a demon? There are plenty of demonic buyers eager to snap up the average human soul without the conscious knowledge of the human personality in question. Demons promise all sorts of bargains that only appear shoddy if one bothers to deeply investigate them in discursive meditation, and it’s not like many people are doing that anymore. Affluent suburban prosperity of the sort that displays itself on Christmas postcards with photos of one’s children in front of international landmarks? The price, hidden well in the fine print, may be a mere few lifetimes of desperately poor subsistence farming in the deindustrial future punctuated by some long sojourns in hell between those lifetimes. A bit of virtue signaling and seemingly decent health after an experimental gene treatment that has cost millions (billions?) of people their jobs, their health, and in many cases, their lives? The price may be getting eaten alive by a horrible, debilitating disease next time around, or perhaps losing one’s livelihood and being forced into destitution. After all, didn’t the healthy vaxxed person’s choices have the overall effect of sickness and unnecessary death, and/or forcing huge groups into desperation and destitution? Fair is fair…

The Clog

If our Malkuth is a demon’s Kether, we can rest assured that many demons are achieving and basking in demonic Kether right now. The trend for them is upward and for us it is downward. In times when humans accepted the flows and movements of nature with grace instead of denial and anger, our higher selves were intimate partners. We woke up in the morning smelling their breath, and unlike ours, it was sweet. For the aspiring mage or mystic, it’s like being the first party to reach out after a hostile and bitter divorce. Methods of prayer are no longer common knowledge. Christians for the most part see prayer as a beggar’s banquet: surely their God owes them a “miracle” in the form of material comforts and prosperity if they grovel and money-grub while declaring themselves to be virtuous on Facebook. Buddhists brag about their trips to exotic locales while forcing masks on little children out of fear, which is the very definition of worldly attachment. Hindus are more concerned with outfitting their newly constructed homes with the latest status symbols than doing good works. I’m glad I don’t know any Muslims because I’m fairly confident their hypocrisy would outstrip the other religious cults.

The materialism clogging access to the subtler planes has become so bad, we are faced with the cosmic equivalent of a grotty slop sink. We are supposed to flow, but we have become so gunky, we are blocked like a giant ball of hair, dead skin, and debris. Demons are drawn up from the sewers in our abortive attempts to do something (anything!) to remedy our misery. They walk among us in the reanimated zombie spirits of Stalin and Mao, whispering to us to hate our neighbor and act at our human worst in order to survive. Kim Jong Un had the conductor of his government’s musical orchestra shot over ninety times in front of the orchestra members. Those who succumb to demons and who don’t manage to extricate themselves over the series of lifetimes of their demonic bargain are a mystery. It is possible they will become demons in a future universe. Their depravity sets a track in space that becomes a rut that becomes an abyss.

Revenge?

As satisfying as it would be to go full serial killer on wokesters, would-be communists, and the seemingly lost who may or may not have sold their souls to demons, revenge is not a worthy pursuit. Demonic people often become demonic because they are vengeful – Kim Jong Un certainly did not execute his poor conductor out of mercy. Nor is it helpful to pray for people who have not asked for our help. “Pray for Ukraine” is the latest trend to assault the internet, and if you read between the lines, it translates to “Send hateful energy toward Russians on my behalf because I cannot yet force you to do it at the end of a gun.” Prayers sent to specific Ukrainians who are currently begging God/gods for mercy might hit their target, but a hex thinly disguised as a prayer diffusely aimed at an entire country is guaranteed to backfire and splatter all over the person who sent it. The only way to overcome the hatred is to truly hate it, to once again paraphrase Christian occultist Dion Fortune. If I hate someone, and I assure you I hate plenty of entities both corporeal and incorporeal, the best revenge is to become completely unlike them in every way. When I become the opposite of a wokester, it means truly being awake instead of succumbing to the latest glamour the mainstream media has in store for its dupes. Instead of being a powerful, genocidal serial killer like Kim Jong Un, I cultivate the forces in me that are the opposite of Kim Jong Un such as kindness and gentleness. Anyone who is able to weave the golden thread through the clog without disintegrating into the clog becomes a spiritual force to be reckoned with – as much as it sucks to be here, consider the current era the ultimate in spiritual strength training for the few who choose the path of light.

I recently had to remove a member of my online pro-freedom group Speakeasy Illinois for doxxing.

Speakeasy Illinois has three main objectives:

To encourage people who want to go unmasked in the face of illegal and unconstitutional mandates
To warn them about establishments that enforce the illegal mandates
To give them other options to go around the illegal mandates

A group with such limited foci has strict rules, and administering it entails the merciless deletion of posts and accounts from an array of trolls, both well- and ill-intentioned.

The Struggle is Real

Living in northeastern Illinois has been a constant struggle against the mask and vaccine gestapo since March 2020. The governor J.B. Pritzker, a comically obese heir of hotel money, has adopted every leftist virtue signal in the Stalin playbook. Emperor Butterball shows no sign of being deposed thanks to good old fashioned Illinois grift. There is a great deal of anger in the north end of Illinois. Surrounding states are not as entrenched in the nonsense. Schools in Chicago are doing remote/online education again. Shelves of grocery stores are routinely bare. The closer one gets to Cook County, domain of incompetent Chicago mayor Lori Lightfoot, the more desolate the situation becomes. Entire neighborhoods have been handed to gun-brandishing gangbangers, including the formerly-Magnificent Mile. Ironically, guns are technically illegal in Chicago, where they are always acquired illegally. Stores are haunted by chronic maskturbators, their fearful vibrations ringing to the HVAC vents of big box stores. When they sit down to eat at restaurants, they show their booster cards and they lift their mask between bites of food. Misery is palpable. Yesterday, I went to the grocery store. The general feeling of hatred and agony could have been cut with a knife.

People in my group are pissed. They’ve had their livelihoods taken away or threatened, their children are depressed or in physical distress caused by forced masking, and some have been coerced or tricked into taking the MRNA vaccines. Anger causes predictable behaviors. Angry members often lash out at me or the other administrators of Speakeasy Illinois for not allowing them a literal “speak easy” free for all of foul language, political diatribes, and general negativity.

Bad Behavior by Bad Actors

The now ex-member in question, who we will call Lara (not her real name) took it upon herself to target public schoolteachers in Chicagoland, attempting to shame them for being “part of the problem”. She accused them of being guilty by association because they have been ordered to enforce masks on children or lose their jobs. She gave them a sort of ultimatum. Quit their teaching job or be on the wrong side of history. She made herself deaf to their entreaties of “but what about feeding my family?”

In Lara’s eyes, the choice was a binary: you are either with us and you sacrifice your teaching job or you are against us and you are a compliant Nazi. There was no third choice.

Lara’s method of hurting her perceived schoolteacher enemies is called doxxing in modern internet lingo. She attempted to dox in the most classic sense: she harvested private information and used it in an attempt to exploit her targets to do her will. In my series of essays The Demonic Infestation of the Left, I explained my own definition of a curse:

My definition of a curse is an imposed cycle upon someone or something (places and objects can also be cursed) intended to punish the subject of the curse whenever they try to repeat the behavior the curser intends to prevent them from doing.

Lara is throwing a curse upon individually targeted schoolteachers. Her intention is to prevent them from the sin of compliance. The trouble with this is curses, unless thrown by someone with uncanny natural skill, tend almost not to work at all. They’re ninety percent blowback, much like an amateur chemist finds out when he mixes colorful ingredients from his chemistry set without reading the directions first. I may have mentioned the woman I knew who made a poppet of a celebrity she hated and ended up saddling her family with the horror of chronic disease. In cursing the poppet, she opened the door to a demon. The celebrity does not have a good life, but that is mostly due to the celebrity’s own doing. By hexing the celebrity further, she created blowback that cursed her own loved ones. Had our would-be witch gone the opposite route and thrown a blessing on her troubled celebrity poppet, that would have ricocheted back at her and improved her life. I’m not saying her family members would have been spared as I don’t know their karma or why they have it. Nevertheless, I am confident that the entire household would have felt happier and blessed in ways seen and unseen had she chosen not to bumble into inviting a demon into her house.

Prison and Recidivism

To curse is to kick up dirt while angels shake their heads. I say this and I am all for capital punishment. Pedophiles, including ones who claim to have not acted on their urges, should be put to death upon discovery. Their deaths should be quiet and relatively painless. The same is true of certain murderers: a life for a life. Imprisonment, which is a form of cursing, does not work. If Lara had a gazillion dollars and could imprison all the compliant schoolteachers in a dungeon of her own design, she would only create an angry tribe of schoolteachers who would adapt the masked child as their symbol of power. Trying to reprogram someone else’s brain via a cycle of punishment almost always backfires. If you want a pedophile to stop raping children, you put him or her to death and let God sort it out. If you imprison a pedophile, you create an uberpedophile who is better at avoiding scrutiny. Since Lara ostensibly isn't going to murder her compliant enemies, she ought to skip directly to letting God sort it out and spend her energy blessing herself and her own loved ones.

Cursing: Everybody Does It!

I rant about Christians with great frequency, but little did I know I would run into some surprisingly dogmatic members of a non-Christian religion in my recent life.

As it turns out, anybody can be a dogmatist, including believers in the religion of Progress. True Believers love their curses even if their language is as clean as the driven snow. When somebody wants you to join their cult, they will extoll their virtuousness to you, bragging about how blessed they are, never once considering how hubristic (and downright asking-for-trouble stupid) it is to gloat about one’s own blessings. Meanwhile, you are thinking they doth protest too much… If their God is so great, why does He so desperately need them to advertise? Friendly advertising quickly turns into frustrated browbeating — why don’t you show interest in their superior deity? There must be something wrong with you! Moments later, whether they realize it or not, they’re cursing you for being so self-content and self-aware. Surely you need an intervention, and that intervention needs to be authored by the God you’ve whose potency you've questioned on their behalf in a roundabout way.

One does not have to formally make a poppet or write out a spell in order to throw a curse. Humans throw curses all the time. Praying for someone without their permission is often a form of curse, especially when you pray for them to “see the light” of your wisdom to supercede what they were already doing. The most talented cursers can kill with a thought. That is the reason for the supposedly unfounded dread of medieval peasants of witches who could sour milk by looking at it. Though not easy to attain, unseen power of that nature is quite real and always has been real.

The only way to stop a curse is to overcome it with constant blessing. That is what Jesus, Buddha, and the other great healers of the world tried to teach us. That is why I don’t devote my Speakeasy group to harassing maskturbators but instead create ways of blessing patriots who would rather get on with their free and happy lives. That is why I devote much of my spare time to goofy projects that don’t seem all that important on the surface like composing music for the Orphic hymns and cooking nourishing vegetarian meals at home. The land wants us to bless it. We are little and the ways we bless it are mostly insignificant, but rest assured that every little bit helps.

I recently shared a story of being naked-face shamed in my own private, hidden Facebook group, Speakeasy Illinois. The group's mission is to promote mask-choice establishments. Here was my original post, which included a link to the Druid Sphere of Protection video I made and have coincidentally linked elsewhere the most recent Open Post:

Me: Thursday night I went into Butera Market in Naperville on Chicago Avenue and Olesen. Of course I did not wear the face diaper. There were signs splashed all over the entrance and the windows (it's a large grocery store). HELP WANTED ALL POSITIONS, START AT $15.00 PER HOUR. I went in around 6:15pm. There were all of five other shoppers in the huge store. I had to circle back to get some fresh spinach in Produce and in the bread/deli area, a tall old man stared daggers at me. I could feel him wishing death upon me, so I gave him a big, warm smile, got my spinach, and went around by the registers so I didn't have to encounter him twice. I do a daily banishing ritual so whatever he tried to put on me ended up right in his lap, seriously the dumbest thing he could possibly do is wish harm on someone who does the SoP, it turns all of that crap right into a mirror aimed back at him. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dsD3LkfgFVs

I then checked out with all of $13 worth of items. The vibe in there was terrible.
The checkout kid, another male, was cold and unfriendly and could not look me in the eye even though I was very pleasant to him. That Butera was never incredibly successful but it's really got the kiss of death on it these days. When I was there a couple of weeks ago, they had posters up about doing a quacksine clinic at the store or some gross nonsense. These idiots are hemorrhaging customers because they're so nasty to the unmasked. They won't find any decent employees because almost nobody is dumb enough to play Russian Roulette for $15 an hour.

Little did I know this would trigger two different Christians, who got all bent out of shape about me posting about a magical ritual.

FB Christian: With all do respect, if we could please keep these based on face friendly or not businesses and not include divination or spells. I very strongly encourage bodily freedom and autonomy, but have convictions against ritualistic practices as mentioned in Deuteronomy 18:10-14. Maybe just suggesting very politely refraining from religious content here.

Someone pointed out the irony of her getting butthurt about religious content while quoting Deuteronomy.

FB Christian: I'm sorry you feel that way, but that was precisely why I included that-I'm not going use this platform to support my religious beliefs, and likewise I feel it should respectively remain neutral in that aspect. My inclusion of biblical scripture is the same as the inclusion of a link above to practice ritualistic spells. NEITHER belong in a group about rights to breathe freely. You may see it as hypocrisy, and I intended it as a comparison reference. We can agree to disagree and I will continue to be polite.

For that, she got called out.

Person No. 2: lol. I’m sorry you feel that way is a hysterical comment. It’s considered a faux-pology. Like when you did something wrong but somehow make it the other persons problem. Google it.

Of course I chimed in, it being my group and all.

Me: FB Christian No. 1, please show yourself the door if the content I decide to approve makes you uncomfortable. I am the creator of this group and it is the equivalent of my online living room. If you don't like it or think it is "evil", then the best way you can deal with that is by ignoring it and going away.

A second FB Christian decided to have a go by attempting to exclude me from the conversation (a common FB technique) by tagging someone else and ostensibly "chatting" with her on the thread. You can always tell they're furious by their atrocious grammar and punctuation.

Facebook Christian No. 2: I, too, feel that it’s a bit out of place. Thanks for being polite about it.

To this I responded:

Me: I will make that decision as the creator of this group. If it makes you uncomfortable, please show yourself the door.

This of course made some drama with FB Christian number 2, because... well, Facebook.

WOW……I’ll do that. You probably shouldn’t be involved in this sort of thing if you’re so ultra sensitive……BUH BYE

Some projection of the shadow on her part, no?

This is why I detest Facebook. The entitlement! I suppose JMG has to deal with this sort of crap all the time. Also, this is a REALLY BAD LOOK for any Christians out there and it is exactly why Christianity is becoming more unpopular by the minute. What would Jesus do? He certainly wouldn't be insecure about a video where some goofy Druid lady with giant hair sings other god's names. If your religion is so unappealing that you attempt to invoke a higher authority in order to force people to believe the same way you do, you're probably doing it wrong!

Once upon a time, my husband and I were yuppies with yuppie aspirations. He had an executive job and spent his weekends golfing. I planned on owning a large house and going full throttle entrepreneur. Meanwhile, at my husband's work, there was a mentally handicapped guy who my husband's evil coworkers liked to torment. Let's call him Mikey. Mikey was a janitor. My husband was the only male person in the place who refrained from grade-school level bullying of Mikey. The cretins and literal whoremongers (while married with children) my husband worked with played pranks on Mikey, for instance, by glueing coins to the floor.

If there is a hell, my husband's coworkers will be burning in it for a not-short amount of time, and I don't think this is a simple matter of me being humorless. They also liked to torture Mikey by accusing him in a roundabout fashion of "funny" habits, such as compulsive masturbation. Mikey's odd reply to their taunts was "I don't do that anymore." This, of course, was as good as an admission of guilt in their small minds, and would set them into hysterical laughter.

My husband's executive job went away through no fault of his own -- the company went under because of bad business decisions and two or three terrible managers. My aspirations to own a large house and expand my business became deflated by reality as I struggled to support us during nearly three years of my mate's intermittent unemployment. The phrase "I don't do that anymore", however, stuck in my mind as something important.

The Trouble With Christian Repentance

The problem I have always had with the Christian notion of repentance is this idea of living a wholly awful life, perhaps one similar to the pathetic managers and salesmen at my husband's former job, and then being able to suddenly repent at the end of one's life and go to heaven. The concept of Christian repentance was repugnant enough to make me an atheist for many years, as other religions were just as baffling in different ways. Christians like my in-laws (RIP) were brimming with hatred and fear. The Apocalypse for them was always two weeks off into the future. God would come and sweep them away to a bliss they had done nothing to earn while on this plane. My in-laws were Bible bangers who believed the Earth was created in one short week around six thousand years ago. My father-in-law's Biblical literalism, his misogyny, death fetish, plus the unfortunate time when he openly tried to hex my husband's car tires so they would blow out on the road and force us to believe in his God, motivated me to completely avoid him for the last five years of his life. He convinced himself he was going to heaven because he was right with God. His life wasn't easy, but in my opinion, it wasn't an excuse for the way he treated others. It struck me that if those were the people who were convinced they would go to heaven, it made perfect sense that heaven did not exist.

I always was a bit of a freak: long before I believed in reincarnation, I stopped fearing death. I have imagined myself dead, thought about the ways it could happen, plus I love horror movies. As an atheist, I imagined being swallowed into the great black void of space from whence I had come. I never imagined an entire spiritual ecosystem where my current incarnation as Kimberly Steele was one of many. I never anticipated past life memories of being a widow on a yacht or a singing court jester. Yet the funny thing is I had these memories long before I dived into the occult four years ago. I had memories of the yacht when I was a suicidally depressed twelve year old and the court jester came to me at age fifteen. I didn't know who these people were at the time. Now I know.

There is no black void. There is an ecosystem, and because our human brains are not that big or great, we barely have the faintest clue about how it all works. No wonder it seems unfair! The one thing I have gleaned is that it is a great big school or testing ground, and at every single moment we are being proofed. Every second of our lives on the material plane is an opportunity to make the best out of what we are given, and no, I don't mean taking all of our energy and dumping it into getting a bigger house. To a huge degree, spending one's time chasing the McMansion lifestyle equals failure.

The cold fires of my depression were fueled by regret. My young life was filled with regret and guilt for the stupid and awful things I had done, yet it rarely helped me to become a better person. Instead, I wallowed in my misery.

To pull myself out, I had to do a few things. One was ceasing to care what others thought of me. Another was learning to be kind and gentle with myself -- I am the sort who gladly works herself to death and nearly died at the age of 27 because of it. The third, and arguably the most important of all, was to say "I don't do that anymore" when confronted with a regret.

Christian repentance is hollow because the resolution to be a better person is weak. Christianity has been plagued with this issue almost since it began. Martin Luther's Reformation had its roots in outrage over the Catholic doctrine of Indulgences, which was a way of buying one's way out of being punished for one's sins. Protestant hypocrisy one-upped its Catholic counterpart in the form of Calvinism, which pushed that certain people were chosen by God to be saved and the rest were damned if they did, damned if they didn't. In far too many stripes of Christianity, there was every reason to go back to one's old ways. The rich could buy their way out of hell and anyone who subscribed to Calvin's way of thinking didn't have a choice one way or the other. This, plus a convenient Satan readily available to blame for one's own mischief, began the legacy of slipping and sliding around the heavy, onerous burden of responsibility for one's sins.

To make amends, Christian repentance involves plenty of beating oneself up for being such a stupid sinner; the Flagellants spring to mind. There's lots of room for self-harm and self-destruction as one grovels in front of an angry God. What is missing is responsibility and being willing to accept the consequences of one's actions. Repentance without responsibility isn't repentance at all. It's a temporary distraction so the sinner can go back to sinning and still believe she will win whatever game she thinks she's playing in the bitter end.

No More Games

"I don't do that anymore" is far more potent because it isn't an excuse. Instead, "I don't do that anymore" is an affirmation. It does not wallow in regret. It makes a bold statement: I did that behavior, I am sorry I did it, but I will never do it again because I DON'T DO THAT ANYMORE. It creates a new track in space. Though it acknowledges the old one, it does not return to it, because it burns the path of a new and better trajectory. Instead of backsliding and expecting rewards despite continuing an unexamined life of bad behavior, it wholly rejects bad behavior and moves on towards the path of goodness. "I don't do that anymore" is true repentance. It takes Occam's razor to the faux repentances of various religions and strips away the bullcrap of ego-stroking and wish fulfillment. It forces one to keep the original promise.

I used to spend a decent chunk of my time marinating in hatred over real and imagined wrongs people did to me. Years ago, I had a boss who did a bunch of stupid, unjust things as bosses tend to do. Being fairly stupid myself, I threw a curse at this person. I have always been good enough at cursing that if the government had somehow been able to find out how successful I was, they would have sent CIA goons to my door in order to kidnap me and enslave me as their political weapon. Bad things reliably happened to the boss as they often did when I threw curses. I did not put together my own life disasters and misery at the time (blowback) with the hexes I threw at other people, all the while being atheist and a non-believer in the entities behind curses. Here is the secret I learned about curses when I was actively throwing them: for some of us, they are easy. They work. Stuff you would not believe is possible happens to your enemies. Cursing people in this way is the way to commit the perfect crime: no fingerprints, no hired guns, just ice-cold revenge. The problem with curses is their cost. I thought I could throw a curse without suffering for it, but that isn't how it works. Many would be witches and mages think they can throw a curse (usually against Trump and his followers) and come away with their hands clean. Nope. They can carry on with their curses and as long as they believe they are free from karma, they hilariously don't connect their depression, health problems, and the disasters that befall their families as related to their Nightly Hex Amateur Hour.

The reason cursing doesn't help the curser is because it places the curser on a lower realm of the astral plane. Cursing demotes you by a few astral neighborhoods every time you do it even if you live in Chelsea or Echo Park on the material plane. When I was cursing and hexing on a regular basis, my dreams were plagued by entities that chased and harassed me. What did I expect? There's an old Chinese proverb about going to bed with dogs and waking up with fleas...

Only now that I don't do that anymore am I happy and free, because I don't wish for my enemies to be cursed. I wish for them to be blessed, because not only do I want the good to ricochet back in my direction... they need it!