En la actualidad, no tengo problemas en abrir paraguas en lugares cerrados, tampoco en jugar con la llama de una vela o tener caracoles en casa; pero sí llevo mi pulserita roja para espantar las malas energías, igual llevo en mi monedero un billete de un dólar para la buena suerte, y cada vez que deseo algo y lo pronunció en voz alta, toco madera, y cuando hablo de "brujas", digo en voz alta: "Qué San Cipriano le tape los oídos", porque de que vuelan, vuelan.

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Before I begin to develop my post, I must remember that my grandmother, the person who took care of my sisters and me until we grew up, was an indigenous Cumanagoto, so I inevitably received from her, through her words and actions, many beliefs that I still hold today. With this I want to confess, without any shame, that I am a superstitious person, a believer, although not to the extreme.
I grew up watching my grandmother ‘sanctify’ us, her granddaughters, but also the plants and animals (she said prayers accompanied by any amulet, in my grandmother's case, she used a piece of whole salt) for the maldeojo. For those who have never heard this word, ‘mal de ojo’, as its name says, is when the gaze of another person is charged with so much bad energy (usually on purpose) that it can produce negative changes in what it observes: be it a person, plant, animal, or even objects. Many times I saw how some people broke my necklaces or shoes just by staring at them.
Likewise, I always heard my grandmother tell me never to pick up coins or buttons from the street, because they were perfect objects to transmit ‘bad things’. Anyone who wanted to ‘get rid’ of a disease or a harm, would transmit it to the object and throw it in the street, only when someone took the object and brought it home, the other person would miraculously get rid of the bad thing. In my family there was a famous story about a cousin who had filled himself with.
At home they used to put a spoon with a fork in the shape of a cross to stop it raining, but I don't remember if there was anything to make the rain appear. Nobody swept or sewed at night and nobody put their hands behind their heads because that called for death. The one who died was dressed in clothes without buttons or zips because otherwise his soul was left wandering on this plane. You couldn't borrow salt or a needle, nor could you put your wallet on the floor because you called ‘ruin’.
According to my grandmother's beliefs the unexpected arrival of cats had to do with witches, the arrival of a black butterfly and the singing of the ‘chaure’ signified death, the presence of dragonflies, grasshoppers and hummingbirds with the souls of your deceased loved ones. If a dog cried inexplicably in the middle of the night it was seeing things invisible to our eyes and the appearance of many cockroaches suddenly meant ‘certain harm’.
The list is endless, but I feel that these beliefs, rather than making me an ignorant person, gave me the ability to believe, to understand that there are a million things that man is unaware of. Since I was a child I understood that everything is energy, positive and negative, and that just as there are people who can do evil unintentionally, imagine the multiplication or the force of that evil if someone wants evil for someone else.
Having superstitions is not bad, it is bad when those superstitions prevent you from living. Believing that there is something that you cannot see and exists without any justification is the basis of many religions. I remember I once wrote a story in which the main character, because of so many beliefs, started to blur and became a caricature.
Nowadays, I have no problem opening umbrellas in closed places, nor playing with a candle flame or having snails at home, but I do wear my little red bracelet to ward off bad energies, I also carry a dollar note for good luck, and every time I wish for something and pronounce it, I knock on wood, and when I talk about ‘witches’, I say out loud: ‘May Saint Cyprian block her ears’, because if they fly, they fly.