OCCULT PROTECTION FOR €26,000

A.M: a very pretty surname for a very ugly soul. As a little girl, she must have dreamed while watching the Angélique, Marquise of Angels series. Having become big in size, not in courage, the beauty must have found her little life very sad from the point of view of the images of the world served up by the dirty magazines and her gloomy little TV covered with a pink doily and a mini earthenware chamber pot from Li-mhoje in China. And yes, there’s no princess who wants to, and 69 is not Monaco.

But Coco-la-Futé didn’t want to stop at dreams. Certainly she had imagination, but not enough to write a beautiful love story or a novel of chivalrous adventures. So one bad day she decided to adopt a more becoming surname. Thus restyled in AM DE…, she could approach life from another angle. Oh, we were still a long way from the glitter and gilding of true nobility and this pretty name would only serve to satisfy dark designs, but the ambitious AM could then start her new life as a super-mega-extra but false clairvoyant. All it took was a false advertisement inserted in a specialized magazine.

Thus, in its advertising, A,M offers to free the gogo from an addiction to alcohol or cigarettes, to find a job, to bring back the loved one, to sell a house or to have a baby. You must not be discouraged to dare to publish an advertisement where it is clearly indicated that you can carry out occult work even though this is prohibited by law! For this, AM claims to have an arsenal ranging from plants to magic (for the baby, she lends her husband?). Where does she get so many donations from? From his imagination, of course! But if we are to believe her advertising, Colette the commoner would get all this from royalty and Cathar strength. At school, my teacher taught me that the kings of France were not very friendly with the Cathars. Weird. Or maybe the king wanted to organize a giant barbecue for his Cathar and Vlan friends, who were not gifted and got burned all by themselves. When AM redoes the story, it becomes funnier. She even claims to work with the monks of the Grande Chartreuse. For an heir to the Cathar force, it hurts her to do her business with the representatives of a religion that ordered the final solution for all Cathars. I know some perfect people who must be turning in their ashes! Unless she is in contact with the monks of the Grande Chartreuse for their famous beverage… Which would explain a lot of things. However, on the bottle, it says “consume in moderation”.

Whatever the delirium, the result is there. One very bad day, Françoise comes across an advertisement touting the many merits of AM. Françoise’s husband is terminally ill with cancer. You can well imagine the dismay Françoise finds herself in faced with the inevitable death of her dear and tender husband. Fortunately and unfortunately for Françoise, she kept the moving memory of her grandmother, a healer who had saved quite a few children in her time. The brave woman had devoted her life to others, to the point that many doctors of the time referred their little patients to her. In gratitude for her dedication which was taking a toll on her health, Françoise’s grandmother asked for nothing. She barely accepted the donations often made to her by poor families: a chicken, a kilo of potatoes… Also Françoise thought that the said A.M de Vénale was like the late Grandmother. Naymy friend! For 1800 euros, A M the weasel promises Françoise that she will do something for her husband who will definitely get better. Necessarily. Ten days later, Françoise’s husband is at his worst. Doctors say he is doomed in the short term. Françoise recalls Ambrouilla de Valois. The latter claims that it will block the disease for the modest sum of 5,000 euros. No, ultimately, it will be 25,000 euros otherwise the disease in question will jump on Françoise’s daughter and gnaw her with its sharp little teeth. Already greatly destabilized by the idea of ​​losing her husband, Françoise is completely disconcerted by the hallucinogenic assertions of said AM. Which, instead of offering Françoise the food of the gods, serves her the eleven o’clock broth, just to finish her off. Stuck between the desire to save her husband and the guilt over the illness that would threaten her daughter, Françoise breaks down, goes into debt and pays AM la weasel-Furette the required 25,000 euros. In exchange, Françoise receives a bogus contract where it is a question of “time to think” (when you have a husband condemned in the short term!), of awareness that “Madame AM takes all the risks”. You speak, Charles her husband! Crossing the street to deposit a check for 25,000 euros in your bank, hell of a risk!

In the end, Françoise’s husband died at the beginning of September. It was planned without clairvoyance, just with a few clinical examinations. Françoise telephones AM to inform him of her incompetence. The other doesn’t give up and bluntly tells Françoise that her husband no longer wanted to live (as if he had had a choice!). She even tells Françoise that her husband, who loved her more than anything, wanted to kill his wife and daughter before dying. The latter therefore risks either being affected by the disease or suffering a serious accident. It’s the traditional carrot and stick subterfuge that all sighted thugs use when their victims start to balk. Françoise being neither a donkey nor a mule, this time she does not fall into the trap created by AM. She contacts the INAD which tries to intercede with the pseudo clairvoyant to negotiate a reimbursement (even partial) of the sums improperly taken. At first, AM seems to show real nobility by suggesting that it accepts an amicable agreement. But she retracts and decides to keep the grisbi. Françoise therefore decides to file a complaint against her majesty of the flies. The matter is in the hands of Justice.

When a person is fooled because they do everything to get back a lost love, we could almost find it grotesque. But when individuals take advantage of illness and death to make their fortune, we tend to clench our fists. In this case, we would even want to remind this dear AM that a little over 200 years ago, nobles lost their heads because they believed they could despoil the people with complete impunity. And if we look closely, we could wonder if the State, through its passive attitude towards a phenomenon which is growing more and more, and the magazines which publish such announcements with full knowledge of the facts, would they not be complicit in these scams. No doubt someone should associate them with the fake professionals in a complaint for fraud so that our dear leaders become aware of their responsibility in these matters and finally adopt the necessary measures to put an end to this trafficking in despair.

Buffy Brinogene