Way back in my youth I decided I was cursed. I decided I was chained,shackled,& yoked. I decided money cleverly eluded me. I decided I was singled out to suffer. I decided I would always be waiting for my blessings. As I look back on it through spirit I can see I was holding a dark object in front of my chest. I was holding a curse I had created…a curse,that with time,would spawn other curses,until I was powerless & living far less than a stray dog,with no possible way out. The curses had embedded deep enough to leave me exposed to the attacks of evil spirits. Its only by the grace of God I am alive today.