The biological clock is ticking and Prince Charming is a no-show? You spent Valentine’s day with your Mom? No problem! Try one of these classic Brazilian spells (we call them simpatias) and then go shop for your wedding gown.
- Buy a small statue of Saint Anthony, the patron saint of single women. Remove Baby Jesus from his arms and tell the saint you won’t return the baby unless you get a boyfriend. You can reinforce your position, keeping Anthony upside down, so he will understand you are not kidding.
- If you consider yourself very ugly, choose a leaf of espada de São Jorge (a sword-like plant commonly used in Afro-Brazilian cults). Cut it into three pieces and throw them in boiling water for three hours. After the water cools down, wash your face with it, praying to Saint George and asking him to convert the “dragon” into a beauty.
- Buy a new sharp knife and stick it into a banana tree on June 12th at midnight (Saint Anthony’s day is on the 13th). The liquid that will drip from the plant’s wound will form the first letter of the name of your future husband. The mother of a friend did this. She was very upset that K appeared – it is rarely used in Brazilian names. Years later she married a visiting German, Kurt.
- Write the names of possible candidates in separate pieces of paper. Leave one piece blank. Fold all of them and put them in a dish full of water on June 12th at midnight . Leave the dish outside. The paper that will be fully open in the morning will show the name of your future husband. In case the blank paper is open, either you will never get married or you still don’t know your future husband. Just believe whatever is more convenient to you.
- To check how many years it will take till you get married, pick someone’s wedding ring and tie it to a thread on June 12th at midnight . Put a cup on the table and hold the thread so the ring will be hanging in the middle of the cup. Ask, then, how many years you will still have to wait. The ring will begin to move like a pendulum. Each time it hits the walls of the cup represents one more year of waiting.
- For a reconciliation with an estranged boyfriend, tie seven colorful ribbons to Saint Anthony’s statue. Keep the statue upside down in a dark place. Promise him you will free him as soon as you are in good terms again.
Disclaimer: this blog cannot guarantee that these simpatias will work for you. One of my friends, a late thirties journalist, took a black chicken, red ribbons and a bottle of bad champagne to a crossroads inside Vila Formosa, in São Paulo – probably the biggest cemetery in Latin America. She made her offerings at midnight, as her candomblé spiritual guide suggested. Shortly after, she got pregnant, but never heard about the baby’s father again.
And, by the way, remember the mother of my friend? The one who married a certain Kurt after sticking a knife into a banana tree? She divorced soon after.
You forgot my favorite: filter your victim’s coffee through your panties. No mention of whether the panties need to be clean or used, but following the whole sympathetic magic thing, I’d say that used is probably better.
Have fun!
Wanna know the truth? The version I know is a little worse: you mix you womanly blood with the water when making coffee and then serve it to your beloved. I was going to included it, but got too grossed out.
Scary.
How could anyone believe this crap?
And please, don’t say, “we believe in this for fun.”
Get a life…find culture from the first world.
Oh yeah! Let’s find culture from the first world…
Something more like this: http://www.witchway.net/ritual/getajob.html
Ooops… is this too similar to simpatias??? My bad.. 🙂
Isn’t it scary like certain things are considered barbaric just because they don’t come from officially recognized “high culture sources”?
yep.. that’s right! 🙂
Mom always tells this story: she did the simpatia of the names written in paper and threw them overnight in a basin full of water. She used to date a lot of men whose name’s first letter was J so she put a paper written “unknown J”. This was the one that opened and she was upset, because she had hopes for someone else there…
Well, she married my father, the unknown J. His name is kinda unusual. They’re married 38 years by my count.
The reason our “Valentine’s” Day is on June 12th is exactly because the 13th is Saint Anthony’s day and he is the patron of marriage and impossible deeds 😉
I love simpatias – it is interesting how some people are somehow insulted by them, such as Francisco, that left a previous comment in this post. It is so therapeutic, just like entering some fantasy land. You simply have to be silly part of the time, or you won’t be sane when necessary.