reply posted on 6-1-2007 @ 10:26 AM by Dock6
Mmmm. Surrounded by all the experts here, which is a bit intimidating, but we'll press on anyway.
Ok. Few years ago, I was forced to the sick-bed due to stabbing pains all over. Not being one to call the doctor, I told myself it was just the 'flu
and would be gone in a day, two at most. I very rarely get ill (rarely admit I am, which seems to keep me healthy).
The stabbing pains were just that; felt as if needles or hat pins were being jabbed into me at random. They hurt. I'd never suffered anything like
I lay there tossing in pain and when I did manage to sleep, I had vivid nightmares.
After a day or so of this, I began to worry I might die. Immediately, I chastised myself for being so ridiculously dramatic. I had no idea where the
thought of death had sprung from.
Within a few days, I'd told myself to get up and go to work. Off I went. Workmates said I looked like hell and said I should have remained at home
in bed. I insisted I was fine, fine, fine.
Mid-morning, I dashed from work and across the street to buy something I needed. One minute I was standing at the kerb, waiting the opportunity to
cross. Then I set off across the road. Next moment, I was flat on my face, full-length, near the opposite kerb. I still don't remember what
Several elderly folk were fussing around me and trying to lift me up, asking if I was ok, etc. I was dazed.
One of the old men kept repeating: ' I can't believe it. Your shoes just flew right off your feet. I can't believe it ! I've never seen
anything like it.' He went into the middle of the road to collect my shoes while the others helped me to my feet.
When the old man returned with my shoes in his hands, he was genuinely upset and concerned. I asked him what had happened. He said he and the others
had seen me set off across the road, when suddenly -- somehow -- I'd sort of flown through the air. At the same time, my shoes had 'blown' off my
feet. Moments later, or at the same time (no one seemed to know which) a car had suddenly appeared and sped towards me. It had narrowly missed me,
Meanwhile, I'd ended up on the other side of the street, near the kerb and right at the feet of the group of witnesses.
Embarrassed, I put my shoes back on, dusted myself down, thanked everyone and dashed into the shop I'd been heading for before the drama had
The woman in the shop had heard the commotion and said she'd looked outside just in time to see me face down on the road. She asked me if I'd
fainted. Still embarrassed, I said I'd had the flu for a few days and must have misjudged my step, was all.
When I went back out to the street, the old folk were still there and the old man was again telling someone that he'd never seen anything like it in
his life. He said the car had sped from nowhere, just missing me as I 'flew' through the air. But the thing that really fixated him was the way my
shoes had appeared to literally 'blow off' my feet and land in the middle of the road near to where the car had passed.
People where I worked had heard the commotion too. I was told to go home and stay home until I was fully better from my 'flu'.
Once again I went to be and was afflicted by the random, painful stabbing jabs. I felt ridiculous for wondering if I might actually die.
Then, out of nowhere, I suddenly 'felt' that a particular individual was somehow responsible. I remembered reading somewhere that if a person
attacks you 'psychically', you should ask for God's blessing to be heaped upon them.
So, through gritted teeth I did this.
Then, I remembered reading that you should reverse or reflect a psychic attack. At the same time, I wondered if I was losing grip on my senses for
thinking this way at all. One part of my mind insisted I simply had the flu and was obviously a hypochondriac.
Nevertheless, I followed my instinct, crazy though it seemed. I concocted a Dark Ages sort of rhyme. Well, it really was just there, at the
forefront of my mind; I don't remember composing it.
I said, in sets of 3: ' Janet (not her real name) -- everything you wish for me ........ I now return to thee ....... tenfold.' I visualised the
person concerned and really meant what I was saying.
When the jabs were really bad, I increased it to: ' .... I now return to thee -- a hundredfold ! '
I got better fairly swiftly after doing this for a while. Psychological, most probably. I went back to work and everything was fine.
Some months later, out of the blue, I received two phone calls from family members, warning me about 'Janet'. I was informed, in 'please don't
say I told you this' terms that Janet (who'd always been a problem) had joined a group of people who apparently sat around in a circle, with candles
and other paraphenalia, and 'chanted' bad things at their individual targets, one at a time. I was informed that 'Janet' had boasted that when
two or more people targeted a person, the effect of the damage was greatly increased.
I actually laughed when I heard all this. Thanked my informants but told them not to worry because 'Janet' was a wannabe who lacked the power to
kill a fly. My informants' concern increased disproportionately and they disclosed something which they said I must never disclose, or 'Janet'
would know it had come from them. 'Janet' had made ugly little dolls that were supposed to be me, they said, and she'd put strands of my hair in
them. She stuck long needles in them, I was told 'Janet' wanted to kill me.
I laughed again, out of bravado.
Shortly afterwards, Janet's daughter came to visit and delivered the same sort of warning and information. Again, I told her not to worry, it was
Privately, I wondered if 'Janet' was responsible for my illness and flight across the road. Or if some 'good' entity tossed me across the road to
Whatever the case, 'Janet' still tries her voodoo nonsense on me. After ten things have gone wrong in a row, I finally wake up and realise what's
And then I repeat my 'Everything you wish for me -- I now return to thee -- a thousandfold ' mantra. It seems to sort things out fairly
So, OP, if you know the name of your enemy (the 'witch'), you could try my home-made mantra on them. Reflect their stuff back at them. Or seek
God's blessing upon them, if you're a nicer person than I.