The Curse of the Wicked Wizard

Beginning

As I was cleaning the basement of my family’s inheritance home that is now in foreclosure, I noticed there was a box labeled DO NOT TOUCH! I took the top off the box and I could not believe what I discovered newspaper articles, magazine clippings, and a little black book with $20,000.00 in it! I was flabbergasted and could not believe what I was seeing. I did not know if I was more shocked about the money or the way my grandfather died!

Not in a million years could anyone think that something like this could happen to their family. Usually, this is something that you would read about in a Stephen King horror book or what you would see in a Wes Craven scary movie. What my family went through was all but a horror movie it was real life. Let me ask you a question do you believe in Good and Evil? Do you believe as there is a God the Higher Being there is also a deeper darker part of spirituality that the human eye cannot see?

Part I

My grandfather would see that dark side sooner than he expected on December 29th, 1981 when he was shot in the head execution-style in a massacre at a Wicked Wizard’s house along with five other people in a small town in New Orleans. My grandfather did not know he was playing with fire and the evil spirits of the world would trick him and would take his life first because he disobeyed God the Higher Being. My grandfather being in that house placed a generational curse on my family for fifteen years. My family did not even know that my grandfather was even involved in something so dark, but just because we did not know about it does not mean that God the Higher Being was going to let the evil works go unpunished. The only person that could have stopped the curse was my grandfather. How can a person stop a curse when the curse turns and kills them first? God the Higher Being had to let things happen to my family because my grandfather never had an opportunity to make it right. After all, he was killed before he had a chance.

A generational curse can bring judgment or bondage during an individual's life, until that individual addresses the sin that put the curse in place. A curse can bring failure, shame, financial issues, sickness, and even physical death causing people to experience traumatic grief. Boy, did my family and I go through much grief, and seeing that much death as a little girl just wasn’t natural. Only God the Higher Being could prepare my family for what we were going to face for the years to come. Take a walk with me (Destiny Hope) and let me tell you how my family struggled to break through the black clouds of evil. How we lost family members and what God the Higher Being revealed to me. It was phenomenal, unreal, a blessing after a curse. A new beginning all started but the pain and heartache we had to endure to overcome the curse of the Wicked Wizard.

Part II

It was a cool dusky morning on December 29, 1981. My grandfather decided to take a pit stop at one of his favorite secret spots that not even my grandmother knew of. Except on this day when he parked his tractor-trailer truck off the dirt road something did not seem right. He arrived around 8:30 that morning and he was not greeted by the person that he was used to seeing he was greeted by two men who were not very friendly. The person that usually greeted him was the Wicked Wizard, but he was tied up in his office getting ready to be shot in the heart when there was a knock on the door and two men were asking to see the Wicked Wizard.

The men were greeted with the same fate as my grandfather. There my mother’s father found himself kneeled on the bathroom floor with his hands against the wall along with five other people staring death right in the face. After betraying God, the Higher Being for so long all he could say was "Lord have mercy on my soul" and those were the last words my grandfather spoke before he was shot in the back of the head execution-style along with five other people in the Wicked Wizard's house.

The scene was the bloodiest scene New Orleans police had ever seen. The police officers said there was so much blood they could not tell how many times the victims had been shot or what type of weapon was used. The police confirmed that it was the Wicked Wizard’s house when they discovered a primitive altar, occult literature, and paraphernalia scattered all over the blood-spattered house, and they also found "mojo" and a "Fire God" in his pocket.

The only motive they could come up with for this horrible crime was armed robbery. The men who were arrested were charged with six counts of murder execution-style and one of the men was the brother of an unsuccessful candidate for President. Until this very day no one knew why my grandfather was in that house, but what we faced for the years to come would affect us for the rest of our lives. When my grandfather was murdered in that house, he did not understand what he did to our family he cursed us for a long time coming.

Part III

There I found myself crying as I was reading the story about my grandfather and reflecting on how hard my life has been even though my name is (Destiny Hope). My family never talked about why so many people in our family died and why it was so hard for us financially. I lost my mother as a result of the curse she was the first to die. My mother died 10 years later on June 25th she was a heroin user in the late 70’s early 80’s, she also was Schizophrenia and Bipolar. She contracted AIDS by using dirty needles it caused her to suffer a great deal of pain including going blind. Watching my mother die from AIDS at 12-years-old was one of the hardest things that I ever had to experience in life. As if that wasn’t enough to deal with on August 25th in the same year, we lost my aunt.

Two years later my grandmother died peacefully at home and it tore the family apart. My grandmother was the glue of the family and when she crossed over the Sunday meals stopped. Three years later I lost my twin cousin, she wasn’t my twin, but we would often tease because were 3 months and 2 days apart from each other. She died from a mysterious illness she was my best friend. Five years later is when it really got strange. My uncle died, the next year another aunt died, and the following year my cousin that was like my brother died after being shot in the head like my grandfather. My cousin and I weren't talking at the time he was murdered and that is a burden that I will forever carry on my shoulder. This was too much-unexplained death for one family to handle and I didn’t know what else to do.

I turned to a girl at my job who was from Haiti about what my family was going through. She told me that someone had to break the yolk and I immediately became upset because my cousin was the 7th to die in my family and 7 mean (completion). I was for sure that whatever was going on with my family was over but exactly 2 weeks later my uncle was burnt up in a tractor-trailer truck it was the first time that my family had a closed casket funeral. The only thing that was left at the scene of the accident was a picture of my grandfather that did not burn he was also a tractor-trailer truck driver how eerie is that? I remember the overcast day when I went to the place where all their bodies were buried. I cried out to God the Higher Being and the sun immediately came out my uncle was the 8th one to pass away and 8 mean (New Beginnings). I knew then that the curse was over and everything that would happen this day forth would be in the natural.

Ending

This journey has been hard and now I know why my mother named me (Destiny Hope) because she knew that life would be hard for me. The curse has caused me much grief and to struggle financially for a long time so finding that black book with $20,000.00 in it was the best thing that ever happened in my life! It has been 40 years later, and we are in the worse pandemic of all my being. It has caused the entire earth to standstill and its called COVID-19 and it is killing people and making people sick. Life is scary because we cannot hear, see, feel, or touch this virus that is in the air. It is zapping peoples taste, smell, and breathe. Family members and loved ones cannot properly grieve because the air is toxic, and funerals are being held gravesite, virtually, and limited people at the funeral homes. We have to wear a mask, socially distince from each other, and sanitize everything. Children are even going to school virtually and attending in person only a couple of days a week. I have not seen anything like it in all my years of living and we are one year into the pandemic. The world that we knew before 2020 will never be known as that again!

I lost my job at the psychiatric facility like so many others due to layoffs. My bills are stacking up and my landlord came by because I sent her a tenant declaration halting my rent payments and now, she is kicking me out after the declaration’s expiration date. Life has been stressful and finding $20,000.00 in that little black book has saved my life because I was contemplating suicide. After all, it has been that hard. It has been even harder as a Life Coach talking people off the ledge when I am on the ledge myself because of my financial stressors but I continue to push through it to save lives.

I can finally open Reaching Destiny through Hope Services a Counseling Facility especially during this time of so much grief, bereavement, uncertainty, depression, anxiety, and other mental health issues. “I am not a flower, weed, or grass that grows from the dust of the earth. “I am a tree that has been patiently growing for a long time and the only way a tree can come down is through mother nature or someone cuts it". It has been 40 years that the curse of the Wicked Wizard has haunted my family through death and finances. Now, I can finally do everything that my heart desires and make a difference in the world. I am so glad that I volunteered to clean the house by myself! 😊