Down the Winding Stairs

Down the winding stairs, Rebecca stepped carefully. In the darkness, she was afraid she might fall and tumble down the steps into the eerie tomb below. Reaching the bottom, she noticed the old woman sitting at the table in the corner, a small lamp providing a light so dim, it did not even cast a shadow. The haggard woman cackled at Rebecca as she took a seat on the wobbly chair. The old hag's voice cracked as she croaked out, “Somebody has cast a spell upon you. A dark cloud of sorrow hangs over your head."

"Ever since that night I have failed at everything I try to do." A sob escaped from Rebecca's throat and she looked frightened. Sitting across from me at the restaurant table she drank some water. Her hand shook and the water dribbled across the table. "How do I break the spell? I don't even know who has cast it upon me!"

"The spell has no existence on its own." I told her "Your negative belief gives it power."

Am I saying that spells aren't real? They are real, if you make them real. By believing that you are under a spell, you can make your life miserable and disastrous. A spell is a habit that becomes deeply ingrained in your subconscious, an ugly darkness that permeates your every move.

How do you break the spell? First, you have to realize that it was created by you, and you are the only one who can destroy it. Once you come to that realization, you have won the battle. A religious ritual in which you invoke the Higher Power can also break the spell, creating a quality of grace that washes out the debris. A ritual is merely a process that is used to change your belief. In this way, the spell loses its power and you will be back in control of your life. Since a spell is only a manifestation of your own terror, it is necessary to find the source of the fear and neutralize it.

It took some work and a lot of self examination to get Rebecca back on track. She was able to release her fear of being under a spell once she let go of the belief that gave it life. By reframing her view of the situation, she could see that it was just the rambling on of a sad little old lady who spread her negativity around like a contagious virus in search of a home.