Curses & Reverences

A disgusting witch. His heart was cold as ice. Black as the night. No stars welcomed. His soul was equal to chaos. To survive he had the ugly habit to suck the energy out of his female victims. It gave him a feeling of power. The only feeling he had access to. One after the other, his selected females lost all their light qualities. There was no way to escape fate. The ice cubes that had the shape of a heart, were as solid as a rock. He was evil. In a book full of shadows of despair he wrote down his haunted objects. 

When the victims dared to share their soul content with them, he took advantage of it in the most terrible way. He cut deeper wounds than a knife would do. He became good at it. In fact he was an expert. The butcher of the dark forces had no pity at all. Never. Ever. The universe saw his actions and had enough of it. The bad witch had to learn a lesson. All curses that the bad witch had spoken during all lifetimes in which he affected other people's lives were invited to find a small place in a magic book. There they were kept. With unbeatable energy.

The book told a long forgotten story. Before the bad witch was born, an accident happened. A mother died during the birth of her child. She lost all her blood. Her relatives were deeply sad. To avoid feeling more pain, they decided to freeze their emotions. Together. It felt safe. The time passed by. Weeks became months. Months turned into years. Decades followed. Soon a whole generation forgot how to feel emotions. They could not feel sadness nor happiness. The bad witch was born in the next generation. His life was boring. No feelings involved. He learned to put spells with bad intentions.

The book showed images of the young bad witch. Each year he became uglier. Mirrors broke because they could not face his empty soul. Towards females he played a role. He showed charm to conquer their souls. They would all lose their treasure. The book put a new color on every page. The storylines and the pictures changed instantly. The bad witch was forced to undergo a treatment. His soul was linked to a golden light source. All toxic had to go. Soon after that his heart of ice started to melt. He felt bad and regretted all his terrible deeds.

The ice curse lost all its power. All ice curses all over the world followed the same pattern. The universe felt the fire energy. All mothers who lost their life during child birth had the chance to return to the living world. They were invited to share a message of unconditional love to their loved ones. The babies felt more beautiful and more appreciated than ever before. Once upon a time there was a secret world where all curses were undone. Reverences took their place. More beautiful than a world of fairytales. Flowers growing. Animals singing. Hearts spoke the truth. All emotions were felt. Safely. Completely. Genuinely. Faithfully. There were no bad witches. Only hearts of gold. Bright stars shining.

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By Liesbeth Leysen, MSc International Management