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Voodoo
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Jinx

I did make a big mistake. A BIG mistake.

I miscalculated the way the universe balances itself out. Especially if someone feels they have been wronged. The universe will continue to balance the scales in unfathomable ways until a balance is met. Some will call it benevolence while others call it karma. Regardless, it is the nature of the entire omni-verse to constantly 'balance' itself. Another way to look at it is a constant adjusting of the strings that make up the fabric of everything. If any one thread starts to strain the rest will give to balance the pressure.

I would take it all back if I could... If I had any idea how. I wronged someone long ago. They could have just picked a fight with me, told on me, scorned me, or any number of things to find justice. Instead, they chose to curse me. I laughed in their face and played stupid. I seriously under appreciated the actual balancing power of a full fledged, validly anger driven hex.

"I know it was you, Goldi. I curse you ... FOREVER."

I signed a deal with the devil and did not even know it. Decisions made in haste usually come with small print made to benefit the creator of the contract. Deals with the devil usually come with by-lines giving sole controlling ownership of a soul to the Devil Inc.

In this case there was a lot of 'red tape' due to my soul already being possessed by another entity. So when the debtor came calling, it instead began collecting the debt via the details in the small print. I really had no idea, going about life completely oblivious of my debt until the time the collector appeared.

When the devil comes callin' you will pay.

I broke the rules of my engagement. I created a situation where I would benefit from, make a personal gain, at someone else's expense. I saw an opportunity to become more than my destiny for a moment and ignorantly chose the wrong path. I have asked mystics, gypsies, sensitives, faithful, denizens, fairies, fey, healers, voodoo priestesses, demi-gods, paladins, faith leaders, witches, demons, and the devil himself how to remove this curse. No one really knows. Many have told me they felt it, even some unassumingly.

This complicates the situation. As I try to fulfill the mission Dionysus sent me here for, to improve the garden, I constantly have a darkness that follows and impacts those I touch. I must maintain a saddening distance for fear of the curse striking denizens down. It is that powerful.

Back in the 90's Jinx and I played in the high school band, percussion. He was WAY more talented than I ever was, had a lot of potential, and came from a much more privileged or affluent family. He never really did me wrong in any way. I guess he was a fairly decent denizen. He was just unfortunate enough to fall into range of my depravity and sinking mental state before the end of school.

I am the one that stole his high-hats. I crafted a master plan to swipe what I felt was the perfect sound for my art, my creativity. I really did not put much into hiding it very well either. I pretty much just didn't give a shit at the time. I used them to improve my sound, to improve my situation, to gain benefit from the ill gotten. I used them to build the basis for a personal path of selfish enjoyment. I gained benefit, tangible experience and knowledge, and personal growth.
I created a career from it.

"Goldi, I know you took the high hats. I cannot make you give them back any more than I can prove it. But if you have them, I curse you. I curse you.... FOREVER."

That was the most powerful thing I have ever experienced. I could not appreciate it until it was too late.

I would return them if I could find him. I would hand them right back. I would say sorry and do anything to make it up. I would take it all back. If what I know now, I had known then, shit yea I'd do it over again. I have searched for him. Maybe my efforts should be greater? Maybe put more effort into it? But the damage is done now and irreparable damage continues.

After coming to the realization that the curse was being collected on, I tried to make changes in life. I dedicated myself to a greater effort to improve the garden, encouraging creativity and artistic freedom, makes some depraved dreams come true, and maybe guide people away from these kinds of decisions; give people the chance I blew. I sought to correct it. But it is a curse. You do not 'heal' curses. It just does not work like that. I cannot donate a cursed item to a worthy cause. That just perpetuates the curse and the item becomes hexed or a boon.

You cannot throw away a curse. You cannot wish it away. You cannot slowly better it over time. You cannot buy it down. You literally just pay for it forever.... and ever.

I am cursed.

I made a HUGE mistake....

Description
Hex
Incantation
Sorcery
Voodoo
Bewitch
Spell
Curse
Jinx

I did make a big mistake. A BIG mistake.

I miscalculated the way the universe balances itself out. Especially if someone feels they have been wronged. The universe will continue to balance the scales in unfathomable ways until a balance is met. Some will call it benevolence while others call it karma. Regardless, it is the nature of the entire omni-verse to constantly 'balance' itself. Another way to look at it is a constant adjusting of the strings that make up the fabric of everything. If any one thread starts to strain the rest will give to balance the pressure.

I would take it all back if I could... If I had any idea how. I wronged someone long ago. They could have just picked a fight with me, told on me, scorned me, or any number of things to find justice. Instead, they chose to curse me. I laughed in their face and played stupid. I seriously under appreciated the actual balancing power of a full fledged, validly anger driven hex.

"I know it was you, Goldi. I curse you ... FOREVER."

I signed a deal with the devil and did not even know it. Decisions made in haste usually come with small print made to benefit the creator of the contract. Deals with the devil usually come with by-lines giving sole controlling ownership of a soul to the Devil Inc.

In this case there was a lot of 'red tape' due to my soul already being possessed by another entity. So when the debtor came calling, it instead began collecting the debt via the details in the small print. I really had no idea, going about life completely oblivious of my debt until the time the collector appeared.

When the devil comes callin' you will pay.

I broke the rules of my engagement. I created a situation where I would benefit from, make a personal gain, at someone else's expense. I saw an opportunity to become more than my destiny for a moment and ignorantly chose the wrong path. I have asked mystics, gypsies, sensitives, faithful, denizens, fairies, fey, healers, voodoo priestesses, demi-gods, paladins, faith leaders, witches, demons, and the devil himself how to remove this curse. No one really knows. Many have told me they felt it, even some unassumingly.

This complicates the situation. As I try to fulfill the mission Dionysus sent me here for, to improve the garden, I constantly have a darkness that follows and impacts those I touch. I must maintain a saddening distance for fear of the curse striking denizens down. It is that powerful.

Back in the 90's Jinx and I played in the high school band, percussion. He was WAY more talented than I ever was, had a lot of potential, and came from a much more privileged or affluent family. He never really did me wrong in any way. I guess he was a fairly decent denizen. He was just unfortunate enough to fall into range of my depravity and sinking mental state before the end of school.

I am the one that stole his high-hats. I crafted a master plan to swipe what I felt was the perfect sound for my art, my creativity. I really did not put much into hiding it very well either. I pretty much just didn't give a shit at the time. I used them to improve my sound, to improve my situation, to gain benefit from the ill gotten. I used them to build the basis for a personal path of selfish enjoyment. I gained benefit, tangible experience and knowledge, and personal growth.
I created a career from it.

"Goldi, I know you took the high hats. I cannot make you give them back any more than I can prove it. But if you have them, I curse you. I curse you.... FOREVER."

That was the most powerful thing I have ever experienced. I could not appreciate it until it was too late.

I would return them if I could find him. I would hand them right back. I would say sorry and do anything to make it up. I would take it all back. If what I know now, I had known then, shit yea I'd do it over again. I have searched for him. Maybe my efforts should be greater? Maybe put more effort into it? But the damage is done now and irreparable damage continues.

After coming to the realization that the curse was being collected on, I tried to make changes in life. I dedicated myself to a greater effort to improve the garden, encouraging creativity and artistic freedom, makes some depraved dreams come true, and maybe guide people away from these kinds of decisions; give people the chance I blew. I sought to correct it. But it is a curse. You do not 'heal' curses. It just does not work like that. I cannot donate a cursed item to a worthy cause. That just perpetuates the curse and the item becomes hexed or a boon.

You cannot throw away a curse. You cannot wish it away. You cannot slowly better it over time. You cannot buy it down. You literally just pay for it forever.... and ever.

I am cursed.

I made a HUGE mistake....