This is the tale of how I got myself cursed, and hopefully a game plan for breaking a curse once you find yourself on the bad end of the energy stick.
A week ago or so I had a moment. Well, a series of moments that were profoundly upsetting. Family stuff. I swear. Nothing can turn my zen inside out faster than certain types of family drama, and I willingly, and eyes wide open, walked myself into a minefield of family sh*t ball explosions that rocked me. In fact, I scheduled the appointment that landed me there. In hindsight, it’s pretty clear that was unwise. I kept berating myself and apologizing. I couldn’t let it go.
Hence, the curse started. I kept wanting to talk about it. I kept chewing on it in my head. I kept that pot of energy bubbling, and I stirred it regularly while I watch it boil. Energy has a way of running a trajectory, and that trajectory was running in a direction no smart person would want to go.
I was “off” all week. Things were bumpier than usual. They manifested into a particularly challenging week with my six-year-old, which I blew out of proportion, taking a particularly hard line on some typical six-year-old behavior. By the time
Friday rolled around I embarked on a day long parenting teaching “moment” that backfired on me in the most unimaginable ways. By the end of my parenting teaching moment gone wrong, we ended up at a celebratory dinner, because my six-year-old had managed to get himself employed by the Governor of Washington. Don’t ask.
While we were “celebrating” at dinner, I was licking the wounds on my damaged pride. My genius Mommy moment had taught just the opposite lesson I wanted to convey. As we were sitting at the table, my phone rang, and another round of family drama, unrelated to the original family drama unfolded in a conversation I had, huddled behind a plant at the restaurant. Picture that. It’s kind of funny when you think about what it probably looked like. However, at the time, I was not amused.
Later Friday night I found myself frustrated with and worrying about a friend over something that was mostly none of my business. I was up until 3 a.m. pacing the floor, which left me exhausted for a weekend getaway my husband had planned to go see the fall colors. It was supposed to be relaxing, a reset of sorts. I slept in the car for a good part of the show of unbelievably beautiful scenery. I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I woke up with a neck cramp. I still have it. That was three days ago.
That night in the hotel, when we finally turned off the TV and were getting ready for sleep, an odd bubbling noise started gurgling from the sink. Bubbles and poop were coming up from the drain, quickly. We obviously had to move rooms and didn’t get settled until about midnight. My little one was pretty convinced the end was nigh. I think he’s still a little traumatized by sinks.
The next day at breakfast I got a text message from the person watching our dogs saying the downstairs toilet at home was leaking. We were four hours away. Not much you can do from four hours away.
Yesterday I had to take my wee one to a dentist appointment that he sailed through, but gave me a migraine.
I started my period on a full moon a week early. Any woman alive knows what that looks like.
We had a frustrating run in with a vet over some paperwork for one of our dogs.
Last but not least, at about 10 p.m. my husband announced the dryer had died.
Trajectory. That is a very important word. The trajectory the energy started running a week ago kept rolling in the same direction.
Energy in motion will stay in motion, heading the same direction, until acted upon by another force.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on which way I look at it, that force is always going to be me. And I laugh, really, out loud, I laugh at myself, because I know how this stuff works.
So, here are the five steps for breaking a curse. I’m on it today. Trust me.
Don’t get yourself cursed in the first place. No one else can curse you. Really. When the sh*t hits the fan, laugh it off, immediately. Your initial reaction to anything creates the groove in your brain and in the field. So, be very aware of over-reaction. Blow things off. Put your head in the sand. Sing, “La La La”, as loudly as possible with your hands over your ears. Don’t take anything too seriously, especially yourself.
Once you realize, you’re cursed, take immediate action. Do NOT let it go on a week because it will unless you do something, and trust me, you don’t want to see that through. The first step to breaking a curse is to realize you did it to your own self, so you and you alone have the power to turn things around.
Rewrite the original event that set the curse in motion. Go back to the moment of doom and put a spin on it that makes you golden. Channel your inner political spin doctor. Those people can make anything smell like roses, and so can you.
Then rinse and repeat for every bump along the way. Come on, I needed a new dryer anyway, right?
Clear the energy in your space. Sage the bejeebers out of your house, and yourself. Play uplifting music. Dance. Clap. Play your singing crystal bowl that’s been sitting in the corner for a year. Do something – anything to shift the vibe in your space.
Call in the angels to fill your home and follow you around. Ask for the extra over protective angels for this detail. You need the big guns in on the clean up if you’re cursed.
Then, get on with your bad self.
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Lisa Hayes, The Love Whisperer, is an LOA Relationship Coach. She helps clients leverage Law of Attraction to get the relationships they dream about and build the lives they want. Lisa is the author of the newly released hit book, Score Your Soulmate and How to Escape from Relationship Hell and The Passion Plan.
Posted on 10/07/2014 at 12:00:00 AM