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Breaking the Spell...


For oh, so long I have known this- that the spell had been cast and for years I have sought remedies through priests and preachers, curanderas, -all to no avail... And I have learned that there exists no recitation or potion amulet or talisman - nothing like these can break the curse... But, thankfully time has revealed a great, cosmic truth- " God is all powerful," " What goes around comes around." and, " Evil always boomerangs back to it's source." And yes, I have listened to many moving sermons and seen the unexplained but to be granted divine help let's first help ourselves... and never give a foothold to haters, emotional vampires - we must upsurp toxicity and apathy, crush denial, by bearing witness - declaring it loud! And only then is the spell broken- that evil spell silence which breeds but strife and with it - violence.
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Annette M Velasquez

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