Witches in the Islands of Bocas Del Toro, Panama

An old black woman approached my friend. She took off her necklace and handed it to him. Hanging from the delicate chain was a thin gold coin with an odd pattern stamped in it.

“Do you understand?” she asked in think Creole English as she pressed it into his palm.

“No,” he answered, puzzled.

“I’m a witch,” the old woman explained.

This is not a story. This is real.

I have no idea why the old woman declared herself to my friend. Several times, I have heard that there are many witches in Bocas Del Toro and every person who has confirmed it has warned me not to talk.

So why did the old woman approach my friend?

And stranger yet, why did she go on to tell him that there are many witches in the area? Why did she tell him the lady across the street is a witch? And why did she tell him what the witches are up to?

Normally I would not take something like this too seriously. But in light of recent happenings, I am reeling with this information.

For example: My friend went to buy a new computer and the cash was stolen. Then a week later he dredged up more money and successfully purchased that new computer. A week after that the computer was ruined. Then he bought a new phone. A week later the phone was stolen.  Then he bought another phone. A week after that the phone, his cash, his keys, and his credit card were all lost to the ocean.

So, what did the old woman say the witches are up to?

She said they are casting spells and curses so that no one can do anything.

If you are reading this and you live in Bocas, I am sure you know exactly what I mean.

It's easy to sit in a bar and drink yourself to death in the islands. But if you want to make any kind of forward progress, it is just about impossible.

Now we know why.

I knew there was something going on. Too many bizarre things have happened.

My friend fell and injured his foot. The next day a local woman dropped a huge pile of pots and pans on it. The next day he fell through a dock.

Another friend tried to type up a list and staple it to a door.

It took six days. The computer didn’t work. The paper ran out. The ink ran out. The stapler didn’t have staples. The new staples were the wrong size. SIX DAYS to staple a piece of paper to a door.

These things happen and we explain them away. We say it’s just life in the tropics.

What else did the old woman say?

She said the local church that my friend attends is full of witches. She said she isn’t a good witch or a bad witch. She is just a witch. She also said there are bad witches in town. And she said that four times she danced with the devil.

Four times.

But she didn’t want to go down where the devil was. She wanted to go up.

Maybe that was why she exposed herself and the inner workings of her village to my friend.

Maybe she was trying to warn him.

And maybe she was looking for help.

Wishing I could help,
laura

There are several more similar stories here including a serious curse in the area and some unexplained happenings that we may just have an answer to now.

This is serious stuff and is having a huge impact on the people in the region. The idea is to get to the bottom of this.....

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