My reply:-Palaingtha ji,
I appreciate that your over 80 years of age and you have taken time to talk to some of us on here.
I'm sorry if you feel some kind of predjudice for your age due to to some of the comments (ageist!)
I admire your views and style of expression. With regards to this topic of ''black magic''- I know you just can't brush it off because it has nothing to do with sikhi.
That's not the point, the problem is that sikhism is above all that stuff IF you embrace it.
When you embrace sikhism you embrace the TRUTH
It's the truth that overpowers all this vodoo, curses, devil worship or whatever.
However, too many of us live in FEAR. Too many of us are taught when young not to accept candy or anything from strangers in case it is cursed.
Too many of us are told not to cross the road on through a cross junction...etc..
THIS IS ALL ABOUT ''FEAR''
A Gurmukh has NO FEAR. -that's what sikhi teaches and ensures us.
But show me a Gurmukh out of a crowd!!!
Sadly, these things exist because we let them. Until we don't conquer these fears they will continue to exist and be among us.
It is too easy and foolish to deny them in the world we have made.
The quality of your input into this forum has been very good and is desperately needed at times. I'm sure you understand how us young ones are washed with wrong attitudes of misguided elders when it is simply NOT true.
Wisdom comes with AGE, not just with learning. In this aspect, you are way ahead than us lowlifes here.
I apologise if you felt offended.
Lucky Singh ji,
From your posts it is apparent that you know this black magic exists. But you say that we can overcome these by discarding fear from our minds and that these things will disappear.
I have reservations to that. One upon whom black magic spells are directed do not know that somebody is trying to harm him. It is only realized when some harm has already been done and you find some such material in your home or office that puzzles it being there.
I want to relate another happening to which I was a witness. Here the person died: it could have been me but, a big BUT....
I will be short. I can vouch its truthfulness. It was 1945. Japanese forces were retreating from Burma. We lived in a town which was a target of Allied/British forces' Bombing and machine gunning indiscriminately. So we shifted to a village some 8 miles away.
One day I and and a boy named Kooja went on individual cycles to the town to buy some grocery that was not available in the village.
While returning we stopped by along the canal we were cycling. We both drank water from the canal. I took my cycle first and started to walk till the turn of the very narrow road.
I stopped suddenly and Kooja said " Kya yar...." and overtook me and reached ahead of me. I had suddenly stopped as I saw by the side of the road there was a banana leave on which there were seven heaps of cooked rice and on top of rice there were fish one on each. And believe me I saw seven skeleton bodied imps jumping around the banana leave with rice and fish with their hands shifting from one heap to another. I did not follow Kooja but I joined him from the other route away from the banana leave etc. We went to our respective homes.
After about 2 hours I learnt that Kooja has fallen sick and asking for rice and fish. I narrated the happening on way back to my father. He took me to Kooja's home. There I was asked to narrate what I said to my father. An LMP Dr. was attending on him and was not allowing rice and fish. I narrated fully skipping incident that I suddenly stopped. Kooja was lying senseless but at this he shouted at me asking why I was lying. Then I told the truth. Even then the Dr.advised not to give him any solid food save Veg. soup. Kooja died the same night.
As per Sikhism he had exhausted the quantity of breaths God had given him and was destined to shed his body.
The black magic or whatever it was , it was really powerful and really damaging.
We can't stop these things even we become bolder than boldness could be.