Morning Coffee: Serbian Curses

This is a refresh from a posting I made long, long ago on a social media platform far, far away.

It is no exaggeration that I come from a family of somewhat eccentric individuals, predominantly from my mother’s side. Clairvoyance, a gift from my mother, has often guided me through decision gates throughout my life; repeating visions of things that would eventually manifest along my path indicating I had made correct choices. I referred to these events as channel markers in life. We also had one great aunt who was reminiscent of “Aunt Clara” from “Bewitched” whom we felt often mumbled conjuring spells under her breath. Which brings me to the topic of the Serbian Curse.

Several cousins (mother’s side) would often joke about placing a Serbian curse on someone. We would get a good laugh at the notion that some deep, psychic energy could be summoned to thwart some nemesis in our orbit. Well… seems the Serbian Curses are real. I’ve summoned them a few times in my life. It’s not like some whacky episode of “Bewitched” where I turned someone into a tree or the like, but it is energy that gets put out in the universe that eventually finds the intended target. The last serious curse I imposed was against the owner of the Fall River Corner Sleep Shoppe who sold us our waterbed. A mattress which developed serious leaks within a year. He arrogantly refused to honor any warranty, leaving us with no bed and a waterlogged living room ceiling. In a fit of rage, as I left his business, I turned to him, raised my hands, and in a voice I vaguely reminiscent from my late, great aunt spewed, “I place a CURSE on you and this building!”. Within a year, the business closed. I knew I did something when I did it; I could feel a dark pit in my soul open up and swallowed up my energy. I felt ominously drained for several weeks after. Although vindicated when the “Going Out of Business” signs went up, the overall recovery process was not entirely pleasant.

So that brings me to today. I don’t like using curses. The energy drain is awful, and payback, as they say, can be a bitch. However, with all that is going on in our country, under the direction one person and group of heinous people who are trying to take us fully off the cliff, I’ve decided – time to restart the curse. As I conjured this one, that pit did not open up inside like prior curses. As a matter of fact, the energy returned was quite positive – almost buoyantly happy, and I suspect will, again, play out more in real time, not a ways down the road.

After much thought, the Serbian curse that I settled upon was simple. It worked in 2023; it will work again today:

Donald John Trump, I curse you with uncontrollable and grotesque flatulence.

I also feel this is a curse that warrants being crowdsourced, to that end, I invite ALL of you to conjure along with me. Just envision his smug face while repeating the thought of “Trump… you have gas… Trump… you have gas” over and over. Of course, you are welcome to just observe if this latest Serbian curse is taking effect. Merely watch the faces of the people seated or standing near him. If they show any sudden signs of disgust, or if he hurriedly exits in a “duck-walk” you know the curse is working.

Quite literally, in 2023, a few months after I placed the first curse on SCROTUS, the effects began to manifest;