One of the consequences of this curse (which has been with me from childhood but only revealed itself as an actual, literal curse once I began actively fighting it and trying to heal) is arrested development and delayed adulthood.
Trying to heal within a structure of sabotage, abuse, manipulation, deceit, and expertly hidden covert abuse has actually given me disabilities where I had none. Left me with brain damage and serious trauma.
All of my attempts to deeply heal with shadow work were expertly sabotaged, as I've described before on this blog. I was actively prevented from healing. Interfered with so expertly that it gives me chills to even think about it.
Living under coercive control for so long, and never having had the chance to develop and actually heal, has meant that I had never had a chance. Never given the footing I needed to stand on my own.
It has taken enormous willpower and strength to avoid simply moving from one abusive, controlling situation to another. I have been hounded on all sides by abuse, by covert narcissists eager to prey on my collapsed, disabled, vulnerable body.
One of the things that has saved my life - literally, actually, saved my life - was learning black magic. And I think it's important for all disabled or otherwise marginalized people to learn black magic.
Most of the criticism of this work comes from privileged people who have never actually been under a curse like mine. They have no idea what it's like to be prevented from doing shadow work. They have no idea what God is outside their distorted, privileged bubble of able-bodied 5D frequency bliss.
If a woman in an Afghanistan village was given the instructions to Bagalamukhi spellcasting and sadhana right now, you can bet she would ask Bagalamukhi to do what Bagalamukhi does best: violence.
A peasant Afghan woman doesn't need stillness or forgiveness, and she doesn't have the safety or support she would need for her nervous system to relax enough to actually purge karma. There is no safe holding container for her to do shadow work.
She. Needs. Abusers. Dead. She needs to be physically safe. She needs to not be surrounded by glaring men with fists and guns. She needs to not be raped in her bed tonight. She needs protection NOW.
What do you think Bagalamukhi would do if a disadvantaged, trapped, powerless woman in Afghanistan called on Her help? Do you think She would smile benevolently, wave Her mace like a fairy wand, and bring peace and good tidings to all the Taliban fighters in that village?
Fuck no. Bagalamukhi would answer this hypothetical Afghan woman's plea with savage ferocity. The men around that woman would suddenly find their lives and health falling apart. They might die, if that was what it took. Bagalamukhi would respond to an inherently unjust system with the only language that a polluted society with structural inequity understands: violence.
America isn't as different from Afghanistan as we'd like to believe. For those of us who are disabled or chronically ill, this country's increasingly psychotic greed and capitalist selfishness, and the increasingly naked psychopathy of our two-party system, is closing us in our coffins. The U.S. is a rarity among developed nations in that it refuses to support universal healthcare. Tax money that should be helping people like me is instead being spent on foreign wars or actual genocides.
If not for being able to learn black magic, I would quite literally be dead. I would not be alive to write this blog post. Black magic has kept me fed and kept a roof over my head.
Black magic is violence. This occult violence the only language that this hateful, evil capitalist system understands, when it comes to my right to stay alive.
The curse that I am under is not completely broken and I may never completely recover or reclaim my lost adulthood, but every time I own my rage I take one more shaky step towards freedom. A freedom that this corrupt system never wanted me to have.
Ascension is self-love. Self-love looks like being a troublemaker when you live in a dystopian society.