VOODOO QUEEN (Happy now, T-Man?)

Sometimes things happen and they aren’t easily explained.... Back more than a few years ago, my current Office Administrator’s husband worked for our law firm. This was before they moved their offices and I came to work here. Our OA, I’ll call her Dolores (Umbridge, that is), from HPOOTP (that’s Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, for you non-Potter peeps, which I just don’t get by the way.) Anyway, Dolores’ hubby, we’ll call him Filch, was the OA in the old days and he pissed off the accountant. Don’t know how or why but he did. Now, in normal places in the world, other than the Carribean and say, ohhh, New Orleans, if you made the accountant mad then they would screw you out of sick time or fuck up your paycheck, whatever. Here in the mountains (and the Carribean and New Orleans) there’s a different kind of justice. Voodoo. Or Hoodoo. Mountain Magik. That’s right, the accountant made a voodoo doll of Filch. I use the term "voodoo doll" relatively speaking. In white magik one would refer to a "voodoo doll" as a "charm." It takes on the negative connotation because of the misunderstanding of voodoo and hoodoo as a whole, personified by Hollywood and a killer book by Dean Koontz called "Darkfall." INTENSE. I digress. So, the accountant stuck pins in the voodoo doll in the upper left chest area. Within a relatively short period of time, Filch has a heart attack. Now, pick your chin up off o’ the floor because it gets better. In the world I operate in, there’s a little thing known as ‘karmic retribution’ or the ‘the law of three,’ which states anything you do will come back to you threefold, whether good or bad. After Filch is carted off for heart bypass etc., the accountant (who strangely enough, resembles the character Dolores Umbridge, i.e. toad looking) stays with the firm and as way gives to way, started on HRT’s (or hormone replacement therapy) as she hit menopause. Thereafter she’s diagnosed with breast cancer and she has a double mastectomy, chemotherapy, radiation, and then breast reconstructive surgery, which promptly causes a hernia, and then Christmas of 2002, she is diagnosed with a metastatic brain tumor which she also undergoes treatment for via surgical extraction and radiation, which then leeches all of the calcium from her teeth causing most of them to rot and she now has had several teeth extractions and has to be fitted for dentures. Don’t look at me like that. Some of you are shaking your heads in disbelief. Far -fetched isn’t it? First, that sticking pins in a voodoo doll can cause a heart attack (har har har har)... second, that the act of doing so would cause such a retaliation in another person (bwwhahahahhahahaaha). Magick, as defined by Crowley, is the Science and Art of causing Change to occur in conformity with Will. Which goes back to my quantum physics post. Magick? Coincidence? Retribution? Bad Luck? Its worth pondering... or at least being careful what you do to your voodoo dolls... or blow up dolls. I posted a picture of my miniatures on my photoblog. Its not a great picture and I can’t get Picasa to save the sharpening changes. Schtupid Picasa.