Confession by Esza Ab
After decades of bad luck and odd experiences, last year I finally found out my mother was the one who was doing black magic to me and some of my siblings. It confirms my suspicions that it was her.
The very first muslim healer told me my suspicions of being a victim of black magic was true, but he refused to tell me who did it. He told me that he & his newborn grandson were attacked.
Other healers over the years, told me they couldn’t see the perpetrator or have no ability to handle Asian black magic. In the end I did my own research and tried meditating. My gut feelings always suspected my mother because of her odd behaviour.
She often would turn her face to right, while whispering. After which she would blow at your face.
Last year an ex-colleague recommended a Chinese healer. He told me she was chanting her mantra. Part of the ritual was to chant as she face the right side. So this explains her odd antics. Mind you, I did not tell him about her behaviour at all. I just said I came for help & suspected my mother.
He told me if I had accompanied her to Jakarta, it would complete her ritual & that no one could have helped me.
She did tell me that, since I had trouble getting jobs, fall sick a lot & had bad luck for years, she knew of a great healer who lived in Jakarta. She was trying to convince me he could help. By sheer luck, I had to work & didn’t want to take leave.
This woman, is good at acting pitiful & appearing kind to others.
Anyway, I got fed up because, she wouldn’t stop. One day my gut feeling told me to open her red bag that was left on the table. There I found my pictures that was printed off Instagram & Facebook. Other people’s pictures as well. Which pisses me off, because I saw the bag on that table for 2 years at least.
I just need to find someone to end it once and for all.
My 2nd sister brought me to a muslim healer yesterday. Frankly, what he told me was what I already knew. Again the slow coach method, drink holy water infused with sireh leaves. I was given the same lecture , be patient, believe, god’s willing.
Decades of suffering, I don’t want to waste any more time.
This also explains why, when we lived in the haunted woodlands house, she refused to call Ustaz to cleanse or do anything. She was trying to cover her tracks.
It would explain why, she kept telling us from young to be afraid of ghosts and setan (demons). Programming us to be fearful, so it’ll be easier for her to perform her rituals.
The whole problem was, I told many people and in typical Malay fashion, they’re only interested to hear but be quick to ignore when you ask for help. Some Malay healers would often refuse to tell me she was the one who did it. Instead, they would make sarcastic remarks directed to her. Asking her why she was afraid and stuff. Had I not asked non-muslim colleagues, my suspicions wouldn’t have been confirmed.
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