THE CURSE OF THE SNAKE RITUAL

 

"The Curse of the Snake Ritual: A Warning from a Man Trapped in Its Grip"

Some choices haunt you for life. I am writing this anonymously, not because I am ashamed, but because I want to warn others about something sinister and real: the snake money ritual. It may sound like a myth or superstition, but I am living proof that it exists—and that it destroys everything in its path.

I was desperate when I did it. Desperation makes you blind to reason. I was struggling financially, my family was in debt, and I couldn’t bear to see my loved ones suffer anymore. A colleague introduced me to a man—someone who promised me riches beyond my wildest dreams. All I had to do was follow his instructions.

The ritual itself was strange and terrifying. It involved a large three-legged pot, some items I can’t even name, and a live snake. The man told me, "This snake will bring you wealth, but it demands respect and sacrifice. You must never betray it or try to rid yourself of it."

At the time, I didn’t care about the warnings. I wanted to save my family. Soon after the ritual, money started flowing into my life. Opportunities came out of nowhere, and my financial problems disappeared almost overnight. For a while, I thought I had made the right choice.

But the snake wasn’t just a symbol or a mystical force—it was real. It came to live with me, hiding in the pot I was told never to open. It was my "partner" in this deal. At first, it seemed harmless, but I quickly learned it was anything but.

The snake is greedy. It constantly demands more—more , more attention, more sacrifices. It doesn’t care about your feelings or your loved ones. It only cares about itself. And when it doesn’t get what it wants, it punishes you in ways you can’t imagine.

The first punishment came a year after the ritual. My mother died in her sleep. There was no warning, no illness—just a sudden, peaceful death that left me heartbroken. I didn’t connect it to the snake at first, but then my sister died in the exact same way the following year.

That’s when I realized the truth. The snake was taking people from me. Each year, it claimed someone I loved. My two children followed, one after the other, in the same quiet, unexplainable manner. I was devastated, but I couldn’t stop it. The snake had made it clear: as long as I benefited from its wealth, it had the right to take what it wanted.

Now, I live in constant fear. The snake doesn’t just take lives—it controls every aspect of my existence. It’s in my home, in my bedroom, in my marriage. My wife and I share our bed with it, though she doesn’t fully understand what it is.

I told her never to open the pot in our bedroom. It’s the snake’s home, its sanctuary, and disturbing it would bring unimaginable consequences. But I think she opened it. She hasn’t admitted it, but her behavior has changed. She’s distant, frightened, and avoids looking me in the eye.

The snake has started to claim her as its wife. Yes, you read that right. It doesn’t just want money or sacrifices—it wants power and control. It has already invaded our intimacy, and I can see it slowly destroying her spirit.

I’ve tried to get rid of the snake. I’ve driven it far away, left it in forests, abandoned it in rivers—but it always comes back. A few days later, it’s there, waiting for me, angry and ready to punish me for my disobedience. The torture is unbearable. It manifests in nightmares, physical pain, and a suffocating sense of dread that never leaves me.

I’ve consulted spiritual healers and traditional doctors, but none of them have been able to help. They all say the same thing: once you enter this pact, there’s no way out.

People often dream of easy money, but they don’t realize the cost. Yes, the snake brought me wealth, but it also took everything that truly mattered. I’ve lost my family, my peace, my freedom. I am a prisoner in my own life, constantly walking on eggshells to avoid angering the creature that now controls me.

If I could go back, I would choose poverty over this cursed existence. There’s nothing more valuable than love, family, and peace of mind. Money can’t replace the people you lose, and the price of this ritual is far too high.

I’m sharing my story because I don’t want anyone else to make the same mistake. The snake money ritual is not a myth. It’s real, and it’s dangerous. It may promise you riches, but it will take everything you hold dear in return.

If someone approaches you with an offer like this, walk away. No matter how desperate you are, no matter how tempting it sounds—don’t do it. The consequences are not worth it.

I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up. The snake is relentless, and I fear it will take my wife next. I’m trapped, and I don’t see a way out. All I can do now is warn others and hope that my story will save someone from the nightmare I’m living.

If you value your life, your family, and your soul, stay far away from anything that seems too good to be true. There are no shortcuts to wealth—only hard work and perseverance. Don’t let greed lead you down a path you can’t escape.

The snake may have taken everything from me, but it won’t take my voice. This is my warning, my confession, and my plea: don’t make the same mistake I did. Stay away from the snake.