What would you do if you could do this?!

>>17967244
There is some truth to thinking and focusing on the things you want but the Secret is some mystical bullshit

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I have searched and searched for answers on the internet. At first, I thought I was some sort of witch warlock. Certainly this has to be some sort of magical sorcery. It was only a game. It is all in my head. It is harmless. So I keep doing it. With extreme emotion, things start to happen. Particularly, boiling hate and rage. How absurd. Nearly everyone on the planet feels that way at one point or another, people get mad at each other every day, for thousands and thousands of years, yet no one creates magic. Or do they? In my research I have come across the ancient superstition of the "evil eye".

"Since Neolithic times people have feared the evil eye – the potent stare of an envious person, believed to cause sickness, suffering or even death. This intriguing book explains where the Bible, the Koran and most religions warn of its dangers and offer defenses against it, as well as revealing the more ancient secrets of amulets, purifying rituals and protective gestures still used across the world to this day. After reading this book, you will never see the world in quite the same way again."

>>17967244

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WbS9jZOlQjc

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At first, I only got angry. I felt intense hate towards individuals. The first was a supervisor at work who bothered me. She was not my boss and had nothing to do with me but she had the audacity to confront me. Two weeks later she died of natural causes. She was 60. I didn't think much of it. But I enjoyed that she died, she deserved to be dead. The next, an ogre coworker laid his hands on me. He wanted my attention so he grabbed me by the back of my neck and squeezed as I was sitting at my desk. Unforgivable. Well he eventually got fired for messing with someone else, he ended up dying from an overdose of Xanax, Oxycontin, and beer. He deserved it. Aside from me using my will of attraction to get people fired, the last was a scumbag homosexual who tried to sexual harass me. Now this was real burning hate I felt. He was friends with many others at work and no one believed me. He died a couple of years later, overdose of ecstasy in a motel. The obituaries always leave the drugs part out. I felt soo good in finding out that news.

The next coworker. An ugly trailer trash dyke. I hate her. She was scum but I didn't think she deserved to die. I am not without morals. I only wished for her to get hurt, but I didn't know how. I put a curse on her, so that those around her, her close friends and family would die. I had burning hate towards her. I had to test my curses. They are always a test.
It was only years later, that I looked on her Facebook to see many pictures of photos of dead people in her family album. RIP the comments said. A truckload of bodies. A death aura curse, it came true. Her father died, baby niece, a couple of her favorite managers, close coworkers. My favorite was that I envisioned her brother getting murdered. That guy made the newspaper in an article that said he got stabbed and killed. I have never known a dead person my whole life, but this girl had a truckload of people die on her in a span of a few years.

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The death curse was phenomenal, what power. But the most marvelous was the bad luck curses I gave. I do not draw pentagrams, I do not chant and cast spells, I do not do anything other than will for things to happen. Now here I have endless examples. I do it constantly. I'll start with a friend who I really hate. Two brothers, African-Americans. I known them for ten years. Casual former coworkers. But they are the scummiest human beings. Compulsive liars, thieves. The older one is on medicare and social security. All he does is talk shit. He is racist. So I just laid nonstop curses on him. All my curses are specific. I wished for him to get obese, I wished for him to live forever in poverty. I wished for him to be hated by all other friends. I wished for him to get diabetes. I wished for him to be lonely. His new metal futon? I wished for it to break. He is fine with sleeping on the floor? I wish spiders to invade. The bug spray took care of that. They had lived there 5yrs with no mice. I wished for a mice invasion. One week later that I saw they had mouse traps and they taped up cardboard in all the corners of their 1 bd room apartment. It was killing me that he would still talk shit so confidently against everyone else, he would still lie nonstop. I didn't know what to do, I just wanted him to admit he was wrong and for him to understand he is a bad person, nothing could get through to him. One day he actually said "my life get worser and worser everyday". The first truth he ever said. Omg that felt so good, it was a gigantic burden off my mind, I could finally stop being his friend and never have to see him again.

Your brain is like 95% subconscious and 5% conscious.

When you decide to focus on some goal you direct that vast subconscious to getting what you want. That's "the secret". It's not magic.

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Brian was my former best friend. Great guy. Stupid, but he was always nice and awesome towards me. He asked me to help him move out of state. He fell in love with a girl and kept telling me how she was perfect and the hottest, she was rich and he loved her. As I was helping them move, he demanded I pull my car up and without asking, he started shoving everything into my car. My civic was loaded to the brim, wheels touching the well. My seat was pushed upright all the way to the front. I kept unloading items and he KEPT putting it right back in. I was furious. He saw that I was unhappy but he didn't care.
As a close friend, I had previously mentioned to him about my death curses and how I thought so frighteningly coincidental. Anyways that night, I couldn't sleep I was so angry, I wanted him to suffer. That morning, he called up and said he would be late. He was violently throwing up. I did that. I do that accidentally to people when I am soo angry at them. I had a ex-roomate that got so sick I had to drive her to the emergency room, she was throwing up all day. I felt horrible at that one.

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Brian had to abandon his car on the freeway and left it to ride with his gf he was so ill. When we got there, he accused me of trying to steal his tv when I had taken it out of my car. I intended to ship it. Anyways he got it in the mail and called to ask if I did voodoo on him. This made me explode on the inside. Damn me for mentioning curses to him. I was totally casual and played it off. No such thing as Voodoo I say. I told him if he was Christian then Jesus would protect him, he agreed. He and his gf were mega Christian fanatics and he dared tell me to get baptized. Then he told me he was reading Christian selfhelp books by the author of StoryOmartian, best books he ever read he said, he DEMANDED that I read them. I Googled it and I was blown away by how stupid it was. That was it. I blocked his calls and txt after that. I willed hell upon him. Jesus would not or could not protect him. He was a rotten Christian. First off, I wished he would get arrested multiple times. Just to fuck him over. So he couldn't get jobs. I wished he lose his friends and made no new ones. I wished his gf would dump him. He chose her over me. I wished for his mother to get cancer, he said Jesus would protect him. He didn't have FB so I had to stalk his sister to see that his mother just finished chemotherapy, "We beat the cancer" said the sign she was holding in the picture, with a do-rag on her head. I want Brian to be suicidal, how dare he called me out, I want his life ruined. I did search his name on Google a year later and saw the multiple arrests. Inside me felt like heaven. Bliss.

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I wished for a guys car to overheat. He had to pull over on the highway because his hood was smoking. My sisters are supreme bitches. They are so mean towards me. They are rich and successful, so I can't even argue or talk back. But I laid out a curse for each infraction against me. Fat bitch got fat again after liposuction. Stupid bitch keeps losing every boyfriend. I wished for their dogs to piss all over their house to make it smell horrible. One of them wrecked her car and flipped it. Everything I wished came true. Except the death part, I had wished so hard for them to die. They never did. I regret and take it back now. Now car wrecks are an interesting curse. One of my highschool prom dates was a big boobed sophmore who decided to not to go with me. I couldn't find anything on her online, I just wished for her to wreck her car, a small tit for tat revenge. A year later, I googled her name and saw she was in a single car accident, she rolled her car on an empty straight road on a sunny day. There was a picture of her car, it was totaled. Now a last month, as I was stalking another friend and wondered how a fat ugly girl from Alaska was on his friends list, I messaged her to ask and she cursed out my fake profile. I only had her picture and profile to go on, but I wished she would wreck her car and get hurt and lose monies. She posted that she wrecked her sisters car and was in pain, two weeks ago. I had wished for a neighbors pittbull to die. Hit by a car. I wished for their son to break his leg. He is in a cast the next week. Awful section8 blacks moved in, the death of the grandmother had them all evicted.

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I had hated this popular friend who lived alone in his mothers big house, he had people over all the time. He was stuck up, he had everything. I saw he had anime porn and pictures of japanese girls on his pc. I tried to gossip and tell all his friends that he was a gay pedo and that I found nasty shit on his computer. Non of them believed me and they hated me for that, eventually cutting me out of the group. Years later. I tried FB him to see how he was doing but it was private. I still hated him. So I googled his name. The FIRST link was the FBI report of him being busted for CP. I know for a fact that he wasn't a pedo, I known him for many years, but yet here it is. I am no longer a liar, fucking reality warped so that I was now the good guy who apparently always knew the truth.

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At this point. I live in a delusion. I know for a fact, that I didn't cause anything to happen. Magic isn't fucking real. Even though I laugh out loud, scream and jump and dance when I hear of each explicitly specific curse working, I know I didn't cause jack shit. If anything I am just mean for taking immense pleasure in their suffering and misfortune.
On the outside I was always act and live as if a saint. I am nice and kind to people. I look great, perfect teeth and smile. I attract the opposite sex, I'm socially smart, I make new friends easily, children are drawn to me, elderly strangers hug me without permission.
When I walk around in public places, I notice people and wait for them to give me a dirty look, so I can curse them.
The most amazing thing about the power of magic, is that everything I do, I do in SECRET. No one knows what hit them unless I tell them. Wretched bad luck, each tragic event that takes place was specifically imagined by me.
It doesn't matter where in the country, or how many years has passed, I wish for that curse and it all comes to be.
I just googled Jason from third grade who STOLE my snes game. Shot in the chest. Dead at the age of 27. I never forgave him and always hated him! Pure justice. Feels soo good.

>>17967343
Is this the Bee movie script?

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My personal life is wonderful. I have everything I want. I have never committed a crime and I never lifted a finger against the people I despise.
Of course anyone who thinks they have magics is a nutcase. I agree. So I keep this shit secret. It isn't a problem if the mental disorder doesn't effect daily life right? As I fall into the fairy tale delusion of a waking dream, the concept of having this type of X-man mutant power changed my view of reality. It is as if I had a intangible invisible archangel reading my mind and doing my will.
World politics. Everything is all trivial to me now. I see the world and society as being perfect the way it is. I am fairly happy with everything. I love life. The blacklist of all those who have ever burned me or crossed me in my life is slowly being checked off, one-by-one. I am still so angry that some of my latest curses have not worked at all. I want it done this month! If this is real, then how do I make it more consistent and more reliable?!

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I wonder if anyone else online has the gift of the "evil eye"? Surely there are others on this planet that have done the same thing.
There was a year when I was loud and outgoing and popular and that same year I got fucked so hard by an anon in real life. I think it was an evileye curse now, I have no clue who it came from.
I begged /x/ for help and there are only witches and children doing role-play there. In fact, no where in written history has anyone ever came out to admit they have this wondrous power. Yet the literature is there, and it accurately states exactly what I do. Roma Gypsys for example were notorious for the ability to curse. We all have the same physical trait, one of our eyes is different from the other, eyes and high arched pointy eyebrows. Has anyone else here with this Holy gift?
I want to increase it. I want to know why and how it works. So far I have only come to the conclusion that either the Universe itself has rewarded me, or it is God that willed me to do his bidding of cursing the evil scum on this earth. /x/ has condemned me in every plea, so I don't need you to tell me what not to do or hear your opinions of how "karma this karma that".
I seek answers and I seek the truth but I cannot find it. I certainly can't tell another human being in person, a shrink would fear for his life if I ever told the truth. History has shown, exposing myself as a magic user only opens me up to potential danger. Please help.

I will answer one question

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>>17967349
No, I am telling you everything, this is my life. What do I do? I don't believe in religion or karma so I'm going to ignore that nonsense.
I'm looking for real advice. What would you do if you can do what I do? Where would you start to look for answers? How do you prove to yourself that you are not crazy?
Even after all I've done I still don't fully believe, so I'm going to keep doing it over and over, I already do it every day. I think about cursing all the time.
At night in bed, I hunt my memories for every single person who has ever burned me. Then I envision the most horrific curses for them. It is a wave of fiery anger and a lust of pleasure.
I think of other people as ants now, if this is a dream where magic is real, then no one is real, characters from figments of my brain can't really get hurt, what does it matter if I compulsively curse against all evil beings that has ever crossed me.

>>17967432
Do you believe in the supernatural?

>>17967454
yep nature sure is super 2bad everyone's mostly blindedededededed

>>17967442
I don't have to prove to myself that I'm not crazy, I don't judge myself like that. Besides, what's the point in proving to yourself that you aren't crazy if you are you and you is crazy? It's not like your judgement would be sound at that point.

In the end, I just do what I think is right. The people that have hurt me in the past, while it's tempting to plot ways to get back at them, in the end, I think self reflection is the most revealing. Being angry and vengeful towards others is tiring. Being a dick to others is tiring. That also means that it's tiring to the people whom treat me poorly, which ultimately means that there is some reason for them to treat me in said way. I can keep going down that rabbit hole until there is nothing left to ponder, but ultimately, that doesn't help me either. The hand on the clock will have turned many more rotations, and I will be no closer to anything that I enjoy.

As far as the concept of magic goes...

Magic: the power of apparently influencing the course of events by using mysterious or supernatural forces.

Magic is, by definition, in the eye of the beholder.

I don't trust my perception enough to be able to dictate what is and is not magic. My thoughts are always subject to revision.

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>>17967460
Thank you for your kind words!

I only live to do what is right. You are correct, anger it is tiring, but I circle back to why I felt angry it only reignites my flame to an endless inferno. The fire fuels the malicious curses. I am so quick to feel this deep and immense hatred at the slightest infraction now!

I am never a jerk to others. Not to their faces at least. Not when I have this power. It is like a invisible sniper bullets from the hand of god.

I again really appreciate your neutral reply. I respect that. I wish I could emulate your advice but it doesn't apply to me at all.
I am very very happy in life especially with the notion that I alone can do magic. I just wish I had answers to what it is and why. It keeps working. I can't stop doing it.

>>17967343
>At this point. I live in a delusion.

>>17967843
How bad it is?

How good is it?

>>17967244
Literally self-fulfilling prophecy. It's total bullshit, you can't just wish for some shit real hard and then when it coincidentally happens because it's the only fucking thing you think about on a day to day basis go "LOOK THE UNIVERSE REALLY IS ON MY SIDE!!!!"

>>17968510
The world around you is entirely filtered through your own perception and belief system, why would changing your perspective not change the world you view?