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Since I retired, I research ghost stories and I explore
interesting ghost stories. This ghost story explored me ...
I am often asked, "What can I do if
some one curses me". If you think this, probably it's because ...
- Someone told you they cursed you.
- Someone you trusted told you that you
were cursed.
- Nothing seems to go right in your life,
and you don't know why.
Here's one of my personal stories about a curse.
Jackie was a warm and usually happy woman;
good-looking with chestnut hair, dancing eyes and almost glowing with vitality.
Most people know her as a respected realty lawyer, a workaholic and divorced.
She had helped me buy and sell a house, and we chatted occasionally,
so I also knew that she had found a new boyfriend, and about a month ago
he moved in with her.
I almost walked into Jackie in the shopping mall. She was
looking upset, and I asked her what was going on. "Nothing!"
she said, in a tone of voice that discouraged
enquiry. I gently persisted and invited her for a coffee.
We small-talked - and then we big-talked. Jackie and her
boyfriend, Mark, were apparently madly in love. All seemed well, until Mark's
ex-wife phoned Jackie to inform her that unless Jackie kicked Mark out, that
Jackie would be cursed. That was two days ago.
Jackie quickly discovered that Mark was still married; and
that he had left his wife and two young sons to be with Jackie.
Mark also told Jackie that Sally, his ex-wife, was a practitioner of black
magic, and that he left her partly because he was scared of her.
I knew that Jackie dabbled with New Age ideas;
she was a Reiki master and she toyed with the idea of opening a New Age
shop. Jackie said that Sally's telephone call was upsetting, but Jackie
considered
herself to be strong enough both emotionally and esoterically to cope with
any unfriendly energies sent her way. Her main concern was to protect her
new partnership.
I tried to warn her about curses - I had met enough scary
situations with sad endings - but Jackie told me not to worry. She assured
me that she could handle it.
While researching ghost stories, I had met a number of
people at the fringes of black magic. I made a few telephone calls. One of
these people knew some members of Sally's black magic group (coven) in a nearby
town. Later, he phoned back and advised me to "forget about the whole
thing" and to "let matters run their course". He
repeated "Don't get caught in the middle!" a few times.
Sally was an authority in her coven, and had the sympathy
and backing of the group. Apparently Mark had told Sally that Jackie had
seduced him and persuaded him to leave his family. At the
start of their marriage, Mark had also been a member of this group; he was
charming and he was well liked by them. They suspected that Jackie had made
"love magic" to bind him.
"What year is this?" I asked myself.
"Will the inquisition also return?"
Apparently, the group planned to undertake a "ritual
of destruction" on
the coming Friday night. I couldn't get any more details. Secret societies
do tend to be secretive.
Jackie hadn't mentioned Mark's involvement with black magic
but I doubt that she would have cared. However, seducing a man away
from his family - that was not the Jackie that I thought I knew. I called
her - and again she asked me not to worry. She said that she had
prepared herself - and that she was not going to give up her boyfriend so
easily. I told her about the planned Friday night ritual. She
reassured me that everything would be fine.
The following Thursday, Jackie phoned me and asked to meet
for lunch in a restaurant outside town. When I saw her, I was shocked. She
seemed to have aged ten years. Her face was lined and creased, with a
grayish pallor and she smelled badly. Something seemed very wrong.
She told me that she had taken Wednesday and Thursday as
"sick days" so as not to be seen at work. She described horrific nightmares
and a "cold, grey cloud" that sometimes hovered over her left shoulder. In
those moments she described gooseflesh "to her toes" and would feel her
left shoulder tingle and become cold.
She knew that I had been a psychotherapist before I retired,
and she asked for help. I referred her to a Toronto psychiatrist whom I
respected. Jackie knew that my hobby is "ghost stories" and asked what she
could do to keep ghosts away. I joked about garlic - and then realized that
THAT was the bad smell. She said that she had maybe eaten a kilo of the stuff.
On Monday morning we talked again by telephone. She seemed
to be in extreme stress but resisted the psychiatrist's recommendations
that she be hospitalized. She had hardly slept for a week, she said, and she was afraid
to take sedatives. She was beginning to hallucinate. The gray cloud had
taken the shape of an old man's head, whose mouth seemed to be kissing or sucking her
left shoulder. Worse, she said, she could absolutely feel a ghost-tongue
stretching under her left armpit, into her chest and licking her heart.
She was trying everything, she told me. Surrounding herself
with light, going to church, drinking herbal teas, and using crystals and
aromas that she thought might help. Her friends were praying for her and
sending her energy she told me, and she was further protected by
sacred symbols. At night she would keep every light in her house bright.
I phoned her psychiatrist, who talked about a rapid onset of
psychosis, resulting from overwork and fatigue. He would not
discuss any occult factors, except to call it rubbish. He said
that he had prescribed chlorpromazine (Thorazine, an anti-psychotic drug) and
diazepam (Valium, a sedative).
More phone calls. Apparently, the coven had made some
ritual to enslave the spirit of a dead person, and promised the spirit freedom
if it completed a task. I generally enjoy following ghost stories, but I
find this dark side too toxic. I contacted someone who I felt had more
experience - Martyn Carruthers - who had founded Soulwork (a form of
systemic therapy involving healing relationships with both the living and
the dead) and was teaching in Europe.
Martyn was currently in Prague,
Czech Republic. I envied him - Prague was a medieval center for alchemy and
I had long wanted to visit the home of the golem. As he would not return
to Canada for some time, he suggested that Jackie telephone him. I passed this
on.
She later told me that she talked to Martyn for over
an hour (I wouldn't want to pay her phone bill.) Martyn offered no advice, she
said, but asked questions that helped her formulate her own advice for
herself. Even more strangely, she told me, he wanted to talk to the
ghost! She was vague about details. Jackie was not secretive, it was
more like she just didn't want to remember the details.
After the phone call to Prague, Jackie said that she slept
for over 24 hours - without drugs - rising only to visit the bathroom. The
grey cloud was still on her left, she admitted, but not as fierce as before,
and a bit further away. She said that it seemed to be waiting for something.
A few days later, we met again.
Jackie looked more like her old self. She was planning, she
told me, a much-needed holiday - perhaps in Europe - perhaps in Czech Republic.
She said had never visited Central Europe before. As Martyn was
teaching in Prague, she said, if she went there, they would meet. I asked her to take
lots of photographs for me and she promised that she would.
I phoned her psychiatrist, who I knew quite well ... he seemed
content with the efficacy of his medications. Jackie had obviously not told him
about her long phone calls - and I didn't tell him either. I praised his good
sense and thoughtfully hung up the phone.
Maybe six weeks later, Jackie asked for another lunch meeting.
This time she was tanned and relaxed. She told me about walking in the Czech hills for
a week, about Prague, and about a beautiful village called Czesky Krumlov.
She had even learned a few words of Czech.
Of Jackie's meetings with Martyn in
Prague, I know few details. She told me that she stayed in Prague for a few
days, at a small hotel on the edge of the old city. She showed me many
beautiful photographs of Prague and Czesky Krumlov. She had five or six
sessions with Martyn, in between exploring the old city and Czech
cooking. The ghost faded away and did not return. Perhaps it found a
better girlfriend, she joked.
Even better, she said that she understood how her anger
and guilt about her partnership with Mark created a fertile ground for the
toxic seeds planted by Sally, and how her relationship with her father
predisposed her to seek intense, short-term relationships with
immature men. (She didn't elaborate but I could guess some of the dynamics.
See Martyn's article Little
Princess.)
The story ends with me asking "What is real?"
Jackie's "psychotic interlude" seemed real enough. Her
disappearing health was real enough to concern an experienced psychiatrist.
The coven's ritual curse was also real, apparently, although I did not
observe it. As for the "ghost" - Jackie explained that it was a
spirit of a dead man who died by suicide,
that was made to do something that it did not want to do,
and that she was able to say "Goodbye" to it in Prague. It was
over.
Jackie also said "Goodbye" to Mark,
who returned to his wife. Jackie now had, she said,
a much better concept of what qualities she wanted in a life-partner ... and
what she would not tolerate. She was satisfied - the psychiatrist was
satisfied - and I had to be satisfied too.
I am a retired psychotherapist living near Toronto, Canada.
I investigate ghost stories. You can email me at:
or ask Martyn for assistance.
Sometimes a BELIEF that you are cursed can generates bad luck
or psychosomatic symptoms. Sometimes someone may falsely claim to have
deliberately caused your misfortune.
And sometimes, you need help.
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