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kind of spiritual bath
soak I just read about on Google.
    According to what I’d read, if the
“enemy” is in your family, and constantly uses spells to hurt you,
you can’t simply cleanse and do a basic protection spell. You’ve
got to attempt a reversing maneuver. And what that boils down to,
pun intended, is now bubbling in my stock pot.
    And damn, is this costing me a small
fortune.
    The Captain and I had to make a quick
trip to Chicago to pick up all of the ingredients. We certainly
don’t stock this stuff in our local tractor supply store, and I
didn’t have time for Amazon to deliver what I needed tomorrow. That
said, I’d gone ahead and ordered all of this crap in bulk from The
Zon, next day delivery. So, from now on, I’d always have plenty of
reversing supplies on hand.
    Listen to me, I sound as if I believe I
can fix Liza’s latest disaster. Truth is, I have no clue if my
concoctions will work, but we have to try something.
    Hopefully, with the combination of the
spiritual bathing, house cleansing and floor washing potions I’m
beginning to mix up, we’ll be able to not only reverse Liza’s
spells here on the farm, but maybe help poor Darryl and Hank
too.
    Come to think of it though, I wonder if
I can bottle these witchy brews and ship ‘em to the up shit creek
exes. Once it’s been bottled, does this stuff even work? Guess I’ll
have to research that too. Otherwise, the schmucks might remain
hexed.
    I checked the list I’d made of what all
I need to do. Shit! Good thing I’d gone back. Before I continued
with my stock pot reversing stew, I needed to light all the crazy
candles we’d bought.
    I was now the proud owner of one
hundred specially made, free-standing jumbo candles, in a variety
of colors, that I’m to burn on a mirror. Doing so is supposed to
send bad luck and trouble back to the person who sent
it.
    With each candle now lit, placed on its
mirror, and sitting in every window in my farmhouse that looked out
toward Aunt Liza’s farm and property, I was set on that front. Let
the bad juju bounce back.
    “ We should probably go ahead
and mail a box of these candles and mirrors to both Darryl and
Hank,” Captain Allen said, after finishing lighting the last
one.
    “ I suppose you’re right. But
can you imagine the cost to send the package to Switzerland? Fuck
me,” I said, shaking my head and returning to my reversing
stew.
    “ So what all you got cooking
in there?” the Captain asked, sitting down at the table, evidently
not wanting to get any closer to my pot.
    I checked my recipe so I could recite
the ingredients in this first potion.
    “ Let’s see, in this one,
we’ve got sea water, salt, minerals, herbs including Damiana,
raspberry leaves, rue, eucalyptus, agrimony and cinnamon chips,
roots and various tree barks. Oh, and some chamomile flowers
too.”
    “ I’ll have to admit, I don’t
know what half of that stuff is but it smells damn good,” Captain
Allen said, evidently not afraid to inhale.
    No way was I telling Liza or Sam what I
was cooking up for their exes. Since they’d damn near killed ‘em, I
doubt they’d be into making their lives full of all kinds of
positive stuff. And from what the recipe said, not only would
bathing in this special juice put an end to the adverse conditions
Liza had created, it would bring all of us more love,
attractiveness, money and fewer bad habits and evil
companions.
    Hey, it was the best thing I could find
on short notice.
    Since I’d been appointed the new
anti-witchcraft chef for this family, they’d just have to live with
the awesome sauces I cooked up.
    “ Do we use the same crap on
the floors too?” the Captain asked.
    “ Oh no. Are you kidding? We
couldn’t be that lucky,” I said and laughed.
    I searched through the gazillion
recipes I’d printed out, looking for the floor wash
formula.
    “ Here it is. For the floors,
we’re mixing up salt with added saltpeter, washing soda, ammonia,
turpentine, lye, some