Blood

Seeing a voodoo practitioner in Fiji he asked for a piece of my worn shirt. And a coconut. My next appointment I took off my shirt. Inside the Goddess Durga temple he had made a little roll of wet flour which he touched my belly with and asked me to tell him when I feel a jerk. I felt a little tingling and he broke the coconut which had blood inside of it. My dad and cousin was told to go throw everything in the river asap.