You don’t walk haunted paths alone. You walk them escorted—guarded by powers older than fear.

The best protection isn’t armor—it’s absence. You want power? Don’t look like a threat. Don’t look like prey. Don’t look like anything.

Stop calling your knowing unverified. Start calling it truth in progress. Your gnosis is valid. Your voice is power. Your path is real.

Cursing by its very nature is subversive, profaning society’s strength by forcing an order in accordance with an individual’s will, utilizing and partnering with chaos. It blasphemes against Fate by kicking over the scales of Justice, snatching Her sword, and wielding it in our own Name, for our own good.

You can’t cleanse a haunted life with white light and wishful thinking. Some wounds need salt, smoke, and shadow. This isn’t about being gentle—it’s about being free. Come to the Crooked Man, and let’s unearth what your ancestors whispered about but never dared to say aloud