Obeah Spells

         The Obeah, in my opinion, is similar to Voodoo.  Perhaps not on every religious ideal, but in their methods of spell-crafting.  What I want to talk about are some examples of creating an object with magical power designed by the sorcerer to achieve whatever desired results.
         I watched a documentary on the subject once, where a woman had a retail shop somewhere in the West Indies that started out successful but after awhile her business went downhill.  She must have pissed somebody off because people would refuse to even walk through the door, claiming that someone had "placed an Obeah" somewhere in the shop.  After much intense searching she found the item, hidden in a desk drawer, a sigil-like object with mystical symbols and bird feathers attached to it.
         The above is just one small example among countless ways of creating powerful spells.  Everyone knows about the Voodoo doll, which is probably the most popular.  I've heard of another one throughout my travels and is also in several books, involving the use of a chicken(store bought) or turkey buzzard.  You obtain a piece of cloth or paper belonging to the intended victim and smear it with human filth(you wipe your ass with it) and then stuff it up the colon of the chicken/buzzard.  Hide this somewhere in the home of the victim and when the moon is high in the sky urinate on their doorstep.  Total disaster will soon strike them.
         Now these objects have little power of their own, besides of course the negative, evil aura around them.  The reason they work is because of the psychological link and powers of the magician.  When you cast a spell, you are bringing something into reality, the same way you create objects of magickal terror, it is something you have actually done in your mind--the objects are physical manifestations.
        I had an issue with a coworker who tried to get me fired.  So I drew up a sigil I designed especially for her and stuffed it into an empty wine bottle.  I also included the guts of a fish, chopped up with some herbs ruled by Saturn and Mars.  After chanting my spell over my handy work I cast the entire thing into the garbage dumpster.  Her father soon died and she returned to her home country where last I heard she was in a hospital recovering from the trauma of being robbed and brutally beaten and gang-raped.  I don't feel bad at all.  You can't feel bad.  She deserved it.  Fucking bitch tried to get me fired.

Hail Satan and all Keepers of the Balance