Most of the time, I do worry. Being honest with yourself is always the first step, because you always start with yourself… I am an overthinker. That is a space where worry comes in easily. Here is an interesting story I want to share with you.
The house I grew up in Serbia turned out to be quite strange. My brother Peka even believed it was cursed.. and in our small little tiny garden, we had some roses and other flowers as well. One day, my Father, one day, visited a woman by ́accident` in a village near mine and found out the Truth that was buried in the tiny little Garden, dark and evil…
He was curious , is what he told me . I do not believe in coincidences. He found himself there for a reason. Results gave us goosebumps and left us speechless.
He was telling me next :
„She was an older Lady, she was blind and had ginger Hair, with two long braids and was ready to take my Hands, so she could read my Palms. She said I am divorced, my Wife is now far away abroad and I am a single Father with two Children, a young Boy and a younger Girl .
– Your Son is suffering from a sickness he created by himself and your daughter is suffering from a sickness called worrying too much. After you got Home take a good Look into your Garden, you will be surprised what you might find, once you find it take it out…“ and there he stopped.
Even now my eyes are filled with tears, after all those Years… Surprisingly, that Lady has not mentioned my Grandmother, the Mother of my Father, a very strange and dark woman who raised me . We started checking out our little small tiny Garden , my first boyfriend and I at that time , I was 15 years old and damn it was a surprise for everything we found .
Piece of Wool black and red rolled together, a Tooth with the flash in one piece medium size , glass of triangle form the color of yellow/ green, grocery plastic bag packed together in such a strange manner, very messy, so it hurts just by watching it … My Father took it all together and threw it away across the railway, which in my Opinion was not enough to do .
© Nadezda Petkovic 2024-08-06