posted on Jul, 11 2020 @ 03:52 AM
I dont know how long this forum will last so I'll say this messed up crap now.
When I was a child I had serious problems with plantar warts.
I remember being a kid and if I had a splinter, my mother would sit me down in that living room that was too nice for us to hang out in, and she'd
take a razor and cut it out of me. I remember the contrast of the unnatural pastels of the room to what was actually happening.
I never thought this as being odd, and as my plantar warts got worse, I began trying to cut them out with fingernail clippers. Those pesky bastards
always grew back with their long black deep seeded strands. I'd be spending nights next to my father, who'd be in the den a few beers back, just
dabbing my blood rag and digging away.
Eventually I had 18 warts on my feet, one of them larger than a dime in diameter. I was studying the occult at the time and meditated on my warts
being peas that I had buried, decaying under a thin layer of soil. They all disappeared in a few days after years of battling them once I did that.
It reminded me of my uncle who doused for water. He said, "I've done it, and it worked, but I'll still never believe it works." I thought he was an
idiot at the time, but what can I say?
edit on 11-7-2020 by sine.nomine because: (no reason given)