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Curse Removal Spell

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I've performed this curse removal spell the same way since I was in college. I didn't have any other heathens to consult with back then so it was designed in a more general pagan way than specifically heathen but I'm not going to change it now after 30 years of doing it the same way. In addition to telling you how I do this spell, including a short video, I'm also writing about why I did the curse removal and what happened after I did it.

I recently did this spell in my companion Tom's house. He's in the hospital and I noticed a string of odd glitches that led me to think there may be bad energy that needed to be dispelled in a more formal way than just gathering up whatever energy was around in my hands and tossing it towards the pyramid light saying "bad vibes away!" like I usually do.

Here is a video of me doing the curse removal spell.

This is what I say and do in this video to cast this spell. I pour water into a small cauldron and say "Bless this water to remove curses." Then I pour in some salt and say "Bless this salt to remove curses." Then I light a match and say "Remove this curse, if curse there be, and show a sign." Then I drop in the match. I saw a flash of light as my sign that the curse was broken and removed. Then I dropped rose petals on myself and on the place I was in with the words "Blessings in the name of Freya."

Before I did this spell, he had been less and less able to communicate via his cell phone and I had not heard from him in a couple of days. That afternoon he called me on his cell phone-- he can only make outbound calls, not receive them, because of being dependent on hospital workers to hand him his phone-- and he was able to talk for a minute. At the time I thought that was a positive sign for his health; looking back a few days later now that he is unconscious, probably for the rest of his life, I think now that he received just enough good energy to be able to say goodbye.

Later that afternoon a few drops of rain fell on me out of the white sky as more of California's fire smoke blew back into town. It was miraculous and awesome and delightful and when I went inside I raised a toast to Thor. This is the time when monsoon season should be about over for the year, but I'm still hoping for more rain. We got a bit of monsoon early in the summer but then no more after that. The rain I felt on my face didn't register in an official rain gauge so officially this desert still had not had any rain. That changed a couple of days later. Regardless, I felt that was a major sign that any curses that may have been around are gone and there are only blessings now. That could mean recovery, or it could just as easily mean going to his patron Heimdall at last. Death is a blessing, if one is suffering as he is. If you want to pray for him, pray for an end to suffering.

On the day of the autumn equinox, when Tom and I and the rest of our little Asatru kindred would usually have been doing the Rainbow Season ritual to mark the end of monsoon season, our kindred and other friends and neighbors had spent all day the day before turning Tom's house upside down looking for his DD-214 so he could qualify for a military funeral. We needed to find it before he died in case the state probate agent locked his house when he died, which would mean that if I ever got back in the house again the contents might be gone and old papers would probably have been thrown out, plus it would be after the probate period, which is 3 months by law and might be even longer in this time when government offices and civil courts are closed. The community really came together and I appreciate everyone's efforts so much, and a kindred member found it. So the day after that was the equinox, and on that day I was meeting with a cremation service which would also handle getting his military funeral for him now that I had the right form in hand.

After that I dropped off a card for Tom at the hospital, which is on Rainbow. Every time I turn onto that street I think about how Tom will literally go up the rainbow when he dies there.

When I got back my housemate and I had a drink. Rum and Coke, the Black Bell rum our kindred had used in last year's Rainbow Season ritual, and some of the Coke I had bought for mom before she died earlier this year. My housemate isn't pagan so I took a minute alone outside to toast Tom and Heimdall. After that I was about ready to go to sleep early but then something magical happened. The cat noticed it first, alerting on something outside. I thought he had just spotted a bird in the yard, but no. I heard it myself a few minutes later: the storm wind. That horizontal wind that comes up suddenly and blows strong and fast and is first hot and dry and then brings a scent of water. There were gray clouds overhead and the thunder rolled and the rain came down. The sun came out and the rain kept coming, lit up by sunlight slanting the other way.

"There's probably a rainbow around here somewhere," my housemate said. I had not mentioned anything to her about Rainbow Season or about Tom's patron Heimdall being the Guardian of the Rainbow Bridge. It just occurred to her spontaneously. There probably was. I didn't see one, but that doesn't mean it wasn't there.

That's my Autumn Equinox miracle. Rain in the desert, after a long summer without the usual monsoon. Rain falling out of a sunshiny sky, which happens sometimes here in the Mojave Desert but seems awesome every time. That's the curse broken, and harmony restored. Not to thwart death, especially not the death of one man, but to restore life to the land and balance to nature with a late season monsoon.

Image: cauldron witch magic by Loulou Nash, creative commons via Pixabay

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Erin Lale is the author of Asatru For Beginners, and the updated, longer version of her book, Asatru: A Beginner's Guide to the Heathen Path. Erin has been a gythia since 1989. She was the editor and publisher of Berserkrgangr Magazine, and is admin/ owner of the Asatru Facebook Forum. She also writes science fiction and poetry, ran for public office, is a dyer and fiber artist, was acquisitions editor at a small press, and founded the Heathen Visibility Project.


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