“If you have to ask, you’ll never know.” That’s what Louis Armstrong said about jazz, or is said to have said. It’s the same, I would say, with magic.
The beginning, middle, and end of my story is simply this: I removed and then replaced a witch’s curse on Kitchy Springs, Vermont. The mineral waters there have healing powers. But try developing the woodland around those springs for monetary gain and your buildings will burn down. I’m sorry if that sounds harsh. The original curse was laid in 1750 by a woman with an agenda. Her child and husband had been murdered by an opportunist wanting to sell the Kitchy Springs waters. I felt I should honor her anger. But please understand, I’m not the inventor of magic. I’m only a carrier.