Eucharist powers

Easter here has the longest preparatory fasting period in the entire religious calendar. It is also the most severe. The reasons behind this should be obvious, those who stick to the practice cleanse themselves more thoroughly, becoming more susceptible of sensing and experiencing the miracle of Easter. I talk about this kind of cleansing in the Angels of the Birth Chart report.

At any rate, the eucharistic is (usually) part of the experience of the the miracle of Easter. It should be the final step leading towards the ideal occurrence of taking part in the cosmic spiritual resurrection. There's a lot to talk about in regards to the mysteries of Easter, but that's not the subject of this article. Instead, I will talk about the eucharist and my experience with encountering its great power. For this a story is needed.

I'm not the kind to shy away from cursing whenever the situation calls for it. While I don't throw curses left and right just because I can and am generally better at it than your average occultist, I usually go out of my way to punish those who've wronged me and the few I care about, especially when the people doing the wronging feel entitled to do so (and I've come across more than a few of these so far).

I also don't mind throwing the worst kinds of curses when the situation calls for it, even curses that act for the entire length of the target's lifetime (without talismans or other fetishes). If you find this appalling and think of me as being despicable and whatnot, know I'm perfectly fine with that and don't care. It's something strictly between myself and the Big Guy upstairs and no one else's business. I did refer to myself as The Hand of Karma for a reason.

At one point I found myself cursing some old fart who lived in the apartment above mine. The reasons for this are plenty and complex so I'll skip over the details. It took a while for the curses to manifest how I wanted and I had to cast for getting hold of a strong link of his for some time beforehand. I should also mention it's kind of difficult to inflict great harm onto neighbors and protect yourself and your household at the same time for obvious reasons, especially when the target does not leave their home for more than an hour a day and doesn't wander too far either. 

Ecen after I got hold of his handwriting a couple of months went by and I noticed no sign my battery of curses had any effect. But when the curses did hit he was struck down and literally on his deathbed in no time. The entire month of March 2021 he was agonizing in bed and I used to feed off of that agony, converting it into good juju for myself. Despicable, aren't I? Dastardly even. Ambulance crews visited him almost daily, but because both he and his wife were paranoid in regards to leaving their home for longer so they refused to have him hospitalized.

They weren't religious either and they certainly didn't come across as believers, but at some point they called a local priest to give him the last rites. These, of course, include the eucharist. I sensed something would change the moment I heard the priest doing his thing upstairs, even though I knew the priest himself and was aware he was merely doing his job in the fashion of a public servant, simply going through the motions. 

To everyone's astonishment except my own, the bastard began to recover within a few days and he was up and about shortly afterwards. It's a no brainer the eucharist did the trick and got rid of my curses, allowing the ungrateful fuck to resume his usual putrid existence. Additionally, for a while it served as magical protection against my follow-up curses for about a month or so.

However, I noticed some peculiar aftereffects. The guy seemed different than his usual self. By this I mean he appeared as if his brain was switched off to some degree. Whereas he used to be constantly looking around like a frightened rodent whenever I used to see him in public, from that experience forward he seemed more zombie-like. 

I have no idea why that sudden change in his demeanor, but I found it intriguing. I can only imagine the entire process of curses eating away at his life and the eucharist purging him pulled him towards a more vegetative state.

Nevertheless, the power of the eucharist rite is undoubtable, even when performed by some wack priest.