The Magic Blow I Didn’t See Coming
1. The Unseen Attack
I never saw her—the woman who wanted the man I was with. She didn’t confront me directly; instead, she wove a binding spell around him. At first, I shrugged it off. If he wants her, let him deal with her mess.
But then, strange things started happening.
2. The Symptoms That Wouldn’t Leave
Two different practitioners confirmed it: I was under a negative magical attack. I tried indifference—Maybe if I don’t care, it’ll fade?—but the heaviness remained. My body rebelled: two brutal rounds of COVID, a heart that ached like it had been shattered, a second chakra so blocked that creativity and money slipped through my fingers like sand. The attack was on sex, but the second chakra is not only about sex…
Even Reiki only gave temporary relief. I was healing symptoms, not the source.
3. The Deeper Wound
Then, in therapy, the truth hit me: I hadn’t just taken a part of the blow—I’d absorbed all of it. Unconsciously, my body had claimed it.
My lineage held clues—traces of pride, impunity, even rage at God. My knee injury, my relatives losing legs to diabetes—all signs of a deeper rebellion. The magic had latched onto what was already broken.
Some of my ancestors had the similar strength I have, and they forgot about God.
I shudder to think that I, too.
4. Breaking the Cycle
The real healing began when I stopped fighting the symptoms and faced the root: my own hidden wounds. The headaches and heartache didn’t vanish overnight, but they faded—down to 10% of what they were.
Thanks to my therapist.
Finally, I could breathe again.
And… again alone.
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