Out_of_the_Devil_39_s_Cauldron

to ask for advice. I asked a demon spirit what he thought about me helping Courtney. The spirit told
me not to hold back on her or anyone else who wanted help because it would make all the demons in
my life happy. A few days later I caught up with Big John and told him I would help his lady friend.
He gave me Courtney’s number, so I called her up at work and arranged for her to have a
reading done at my place. “Come to my house with Big John at 8 p.m.,” I said. Since I was dealing
with a total stranger, I had to know first what kind of favor she wanted and why.
The night of the reading, Big showed up at my door with Courtney. I ushered them into the
living room, and Courtney handed me a large paper bag. I opened it to inspect what was inside. Good.
Everything I had instructed her to bring was there: the candles, the liquor, along with twenty-one
dollars and twenty-one cents. I told them to sit and relax while I fetched some cold soda from the
kitchen. While they waited, I went into my closet, closed the door, and chanted over the cauldron,
blowing cigar smoke into the cast-iron pot until two high-ranking demons showed up. The cauldron,
or Jewel, is a cast-iron pot weighing over a hundred pounds with the devil’s face engraved on it. It is
an important part of witchcraft, a place to meet with the devil and his demons, a place of pure evil
that grips you with fear from head to toe. It is the devil-spot where the supernatural meets the natural
to induce powers beyond human comprehension and evil that can be felt and touched. You can use it
to kill, steal, and destroy those who get in your way. I was a hit man in the supernatural who could
take out you and your family or anyone else I was hired to destroy. How can you stop something this
evil and unseen when it is sent to attack you and destroy your life? That is the purpose of the cauldron,
and I was one of the best at using this demonic tool to accomplish hell on earth.
I could feel the demons’ presence and I knew who they were. They introduced themselves in
my spirit. A few minutes later I was transformed into someone other than me, possessed with one of
the demons. Although possessed, I was very conscious of what needed to be accomplished. Now it
was time to begin Courtney’s reading. But everything had to go right. It was a very sacred moment.
Back in the living room, Courtney sat across from me at the table. Everything was set. Now
would come the interrogation.
“Whatever I ask, I want you to answer yes or no. No explanations or stories. Understand?”
That was the first question I threw at her. It was a test.
“Yes,” she said.
I looked her straight in the eye and asked her the next question.
“I know that you came from a broken home, and you’ve been abused. Yes or no?”
“Yes.”
So far she was telling the truth.
“You also have a boyfriend, and he’s physically abused you. And you had two abortions and
one miscarriage.” Her answer had to be yes.
“Yes.”
As the reading went on, the demonic symbols I had drawn on the floor prior to the reading
looked as if they were on fire.
“I know you were fired from your job.”
“Yes,” she said.
“A sneaker store?”
“Yes.”
“I know you stole from there.”