Stupid Superstitions

I’m a survivor of extreme child-abuse. I’m in my late 50s now and although the abuse occurred between the ages 6 to 17 (a long time ago), the effects are still with me to this day. I consider both my mother and father to be evil because of what they did to me. I will blog more about this in the future. Today, a thought came about that took me back to those times with my mother’s superstitions.

A photo of some dark foreboding clouds.

There are times in weather, where many foreboding tall cumulus clouds come together and then a shower begins. Sometimes, there is not 100% coverage of cumulus clouds and the sun shines through while it is raining at the same time. This was one of my mother’s superstitions. When this would happen she would yell out “The Devil is beating his wife! The Devil is beating his wife!”. What a horrible thing to say; where she picked that up I do not have any idea.

To this day, when this weather situation comes about, that thought comes into my mind and I wish I could get rid of it.

My mother had other superstitions; like when spilling salt, she would immediately put some in her hand and throw it over her shoulder so that bad luck would not arrive. She taught this to me and to this day, I do the same thing.

Other superstitions were – don’t break a mirror or it’s 7 years of bad luck; don’t cross the trail of a black cat and don’t eat with my left hand because it will sour the food.

What are superstitions that you have been taught in your life? Leave me some comments, I’m curious to know…

Published by Floyd Kelly

I'm a simple man living in a rural mountainous area of Northeast Washington state (US). I like to blog, create music, create 3D graphics/videos and take care of my wonderful dog.

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