This curse jar has
- Vinegar, mixed with the last little bit of Aunt’s coffee
- a picture of her that I rubbed over the edge of the cup
- my spit, specifically that I spit while thinking hate to her
- a coyote hair
- Cat’s Claw - to ‘claw to pieces’
- Thistle - to stick the curse to her alone
- Lemon peel - to remove her negativity from all others
- Catnip - so that her actions drive her mad
- Pins and Needles - to cause her pain when she does harm to others
- String - to bind her to the consequences of her actions
Before sealing the jar, I dripped wax over the edge of the lid. After sealing it, I placed a black candle on the lid and burned it, pressing pins and needles into the soft wax with the intent of something I wished to gain from the curse.
Finished off with the washing of hands and an official disowning.
I really feel like curse jars should be taught as a good form of therapy from abuse.
My dad just hit me in front of my brother’s girlfriend so I can’t go with them to my brother’s birthday dinner, so I flew into a rage and made the most goddamn painful curse jar I could with what was in the house.
This thing has spent bullet casings in it.
So now every time he hits me or threatens me, or really just generally pisses me off now, I’m putting all of my energy into that curse jar.
Don’t fuck with me.
Friend ‘S’ and I just did a curse jar for a bitchy ex-friend of ours. Some sugar, pepper, cloves, salt, and some flowers. Along with letters we both wrote venting and telling her that she will feel bad until she atones for what she’s done. We then burnt the letters in the jar, lighting the paper with a red candle, then sealing the jar with the wax from the candle after everything was burnt down. Feels so cathartic.