Can we ever heal an evil destiny?

I got this following letter from a reader. With his permission I post it here – cause really, his predicament surpasses my ability to give him a proper answer. So maybe those of you reading this might have a clue out of his plight.

Here it is:

“I am truly puzzled.

There is something within me which somehow quashes and steals my healthy perception. To such extent that I end up being a stranger in my own life – insofar as I am out of touch with my potential.

I am not a so-called religious person, but my situation can be very well illustrated with this excerpt:

“I practice the very evil that I do not want. But if I am doing the very thing I do not want, I am no longer the one doing it, but sin which dwells in me.”- Romans 7-20

Thing is that this malevolent energy is at work in anything I undertake. With other words, everything fails me – be it job projects, relations, or love affairs.

EVERYTHING FALLS APART.

It feels many times that I am under some kind of spell. I am aware that this sounds far-fetched and unrealistic. But I see this happening obsessively around me.

It´s as if my Destiny is the reckless play of these blind forces inside of me.

So my question to you is this:

Have you ever experienced that in your own life?

Do you therefore have any idea HOW one can deal with and neutralize this outlandish energy thieves?

Sometimes I wonder if I should seek the help of a shaman of sorts to help me out of this spell which really poisons and robes me of my life force?…”

Whether it’s one’s specific karma or not, no one can tell..

Fact is that one has been punished in a “double” sense: not only you have suffered like hell from an erred heritage handed down by society, re-enacted and inflicted on you by immature and unconscious parents, but later on in life, this dysfunctional legacy deeply grafted within, made you an easy target for other people’s unresolved projections and hateful emotions….

Such a terrible agony to have been the object and depositary of this, sometimes subtle, sometimes fierce enmity nobody acknowledges, which is nevertheless more real than “real”.