The Curse of the Voodoo Dolls

For many of us, the only education we have of voodoo dolls is from the lyrics of Livin La Vida Loca by Ricky Martin. Apart from that who really knows about them, or put better – whoever would believe in that?

But there are times in life when reality looks you so straight in the eye that you can by no chance ignore what you have seen by your eyes and felt by your soul.

This all happened to my friend.

Misery and agony kept forming the warp and weft of Dopey’s family till there reached a point in their life when everything backfired in their life. Normalcy was never a state for a long time. It was then that somebody suggested that they should go and seek guidance from a priest who resided nearby and who was known for her super natural powers. It was that advice that brought them to this priest who gave them a shock of their lives by her divine insight. She said that she exactly knew what the problem was and she said that something wrapped in red was buried in the NE side of their house and that is what is bringing ill luck in the family.

Having got the root to all their problems the family searched frantically for “that thing which is read and that which is in the NE part of the house”. But the search ended in failure as they couldn’t identify or locate anything fitting the above two criteria fully. They returned back to the priest and this time the priest came herself to their home.

She walked around the house and stopped at a point in the NE part of their home and starting shivering as if she got possessed by some cosmic energy. And she said – “dig here”. They quickly got a shovel and started digging at the point that was shown to them and before they got too deep – there it was! A red piece of cloth which covered some inscriptions written on palm leaves. The priest deciphered it and said that the language was Aramaic and it was satanic verses which images that resembled voodoo dolls. And it was that which brought ill luck to the family. She then looked up to the house and pointed at the window of the kitchen which opened just opposite to the dug site and asked, “did some calamity happen here lately”? It was exactly there that Dopey’s father got a Cerebral Stroke, when he was standing in the kitchen right opposite to that site. And uncle had nearly succumbed to that if it wasn’t for some “divine intervention” – which Dopey’s mother still vouches for.

So, the satanic verses, the ill luck it brought and the nearly life threatening damage it caused them – just cemented the fact into the minds of everyone and proved beyond beyond doubt that there existed some force out there, which we can never ever decode. Something that is far more complex and intriguing for our minds to understand and too overwhelming to digest. Something that is out there in that unknown realm, that which is best un-understood than otherwise. Something dark, something scary, something so powerful.

To be continued...