Living today and knowing that a couple of generations ago my ancestors were related with kings, queens, princes and wicked witches is simply amazing. Last year I started to write a few lines about what I knew of my family, not with publishing objectives but with the idea of informing my children.
I was in the process of reconstituting a couple of things my mother told me about her father (my grandfather), when suddenly I remembered a rather disturbing fact: my grandfather had a sister who was one of the last powerful Portuguese witches.
I feel a certain curiosity about her, but I could never be proud or interested in her fate. Actually, for what my mother described, she acted more like a contracted assassin than the usual herbs and prayers connaisseur.
She had two assistants and people of her time swore that when she had a “job” the three of them used the sticks of their brooms to fly to the unfortunate region. When they were leaving people could hear them laughing wildly and singing a song.
Maybe because she was closer to the spirit of those things than I am, my mother was a very superstitious lady. I know almost all the superstition rules but I don’t play by them. I do respect other people ideas and believes but I don’t care much about superstitions.
I play a little bit with the superstition thing, using the good part of it. For instance, “never kill a spider because it brings bad luck”. I would never kill a spider, of course, not for the luck but for the little creature’s sake. When a spider crosses my path, I usually greet it with nice words like: ‘Hi spider, will you bring me something good today?’
If I was in the mood of being more into superstitions and witchcraft, I would be in a good position to progress in that field. For a start, my grandfather passed to my mother the words and tune of the killing song my grandaunt used to sing and, according to popular belief, that song for itself was enough to kill the intended victim. My mother, for her turn, passed the words to me. Can you believe I had forgotten everything until recently?
The total words of the song are 13 and the song has to be repeated endlessly until it causes the pretended damage. As I understood, it should be interrupted by evil vicious laughter only. The song is like this:
– – –
– – –
– ? ? ?
– – –
Each trace (-) represents a word. The three ??? must clearly state who is the person to disappear from the list of the living. Well, you have to be curious about those words.
Maybe I’ll tell them one day to my own daughter. Or maybe I’ll erase from my memory such awful old song. One thing is for sure: I wish my grandaunt had left us a witch song to stop war, insensibility, stupidity, cowardice, sordidness, lack of humanity and unlimited ambition.