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On the magic formula: the “Our Father” backwards is suitable. Such words are the best and most effective in black magic. Within three days you will learn of the misfortune of the victim. Wrap the wax figure ion black cloth and get rid of it in flowing water.
There was no doubt that Martha had cursed me.
I saw in front of me Martha sitting in the evening in the garden at Saint Paul de Vence and making a wax doll of me sticking needles in my Chakra - the 1st chakra - the seat of sexuality and my survival instincts. Intensive pent-up hatred and contempt were to accompany that ceremony and it was to end only when the energy expended was so great that the expender collapsed in a state of exhaustion. Well, she had enough hatred and contempt - but the state of exhaustion was another matter – Martha had extraordinary resistance.
I saw the whole thing as a type of magic of destruction to let off one’s own rage and aggression. It fitted perfectly the description of Lucifer’s daughter. I decided to go to the Taunus and to investigate the matter somewhat more deeply. I had an address. Glashüttener Hof, a hotel located at a small village named Glashütten. I booked a room and drove at night in four hours by autobahn A7 from Hamburg to Bad Homburg, then via Königstein to Glashütten. A forgotten village in the high Taunus region, with no architectural charm, on the edge of the Feldberg. The Glashüttener Hof was easy to find. It was at the entrance to the village on a slope with a big parking area in front. I parked the Aston Martin and entered the dining room which was astonishingly well patronized. I understood that later, because the cooking was first-rate. After the meal I got into conversation with the female innkeeper. Most of the guests had already gone, which was probably normal in this area, but not so for the innkeeper, whose name was Brigitte. I asked if she knew Martha Weyrauch. She looked at me, sort of astonished and asked:
“Is she your wife?”
“In fact, yes,”
Said I, shrugging, almost apologetically.
"Well, she frequently makes a stopover here, but at night she’s often away. Do you know what she is up to?”
I explained to her that we 'de facto' lived apart, and an extensive conversation developed lasting till late at night. Brigitte got more and more frank.
"You know, you have to be careful, your wife is with the witches of the Taunus, they are bad witches. They regularly meet on Walpurgis Night on Feldberg, perform black magic and curse good people. I think you’re a good person, what are you doing with that woman? You seem to be a nice guy.”
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