City of The Cursed

That's the thing about this city, no one seems to even notice that the land it is built upon is cursed.

Perhaps, being oblivious is part of the curse or maybe I am just a lunatic.

Who knows?

But what I do know is that Daytona Beach seems to be a hamster wheel in which everyone ends up going no where very fast. Except to maybe a jail cell or a coffin, which ever fate has in store for it's unsuspecting visitors and residents of the city.

Daytona Beach has been the stalking grounds of serial killers, the sanctuary of addicts, the golden ticket for prostitutes, and the play ground of the mentally unstable.

Through out history, many notorious Daytona Beach offenders who have been interviewed after committing unforgivable acts of violence have reported becoming possessed, hearing demons giving them specific instructions, suddenly developing schizophrenia, and even having no control over their own bodies. Many others end up leading lives of self destruction due to criminality, addiction, or suicide. Daytona is a city that homes corrupt leaders, spiteful officers, sexual offenders, and the lady frantically muttering to herself at the bus stop at 3 a.m.

That's the thing about this city, no one seems to notice the repetitive pattern of the evils within this ancient land we call Daytona.

This land was once home to a tribe of Native Americans, obviously. There is over 550 Federally recognized tribes in North America alone, not accounting for any tribes out side of the united states, nor the tribes who are now completely extinct due to mass genocide. One of the tribes wiped into extinction before the year 1700 were the Timucuans, once a people of over 300,000 who inhabited this land known as "Daytona" who is now erased not only from existence, but the memories of the people residing in this land today.

The french colonizers have painted an evil image of the Timucuan peoples as terrifying, sacrificial beasts; However, as a North American tribal descendant myself, I am all too familiar with the European washed versions of history written to dilute the truths of atrocities committed by their colonizing ancestors, and exaggerated reports sent back to their European homelands in order to obtain royal permission to slaughter off tribes, many times into extinction.

Of course, war-like, sacrificial tribes were a thing; but tribes with such hostility were actually far and few compared to the more welcoming and peaceful tribes. For the early colonizers, it was much easier to get your hometown king or queen's permission to annihilate people's existence if the king or queen believed Native Americans were "Godless savages" rather than humans.

Another thing to consider, if getting sacrificed isn't your cup of tea, maybe you should avoid trespassing into someone's home trying to run the show. Just saying...

Imagine some guy wearing high heels, panty hose, and a funny looking wig breaks into your home waking you and your entire family from sleeping while declaring that your home was now their home because they had "discovered" it as the funny looking man's comrades also stormed in your house with bad hygiene, booze, perversion, rifles, and suitcases while tossing you a bag or two of some shiny glass beads after murdering your wife and raping your children...

I would "sacrifice" these funny looking strangers too: especially when they were threatening the well being of my household while disrespecting my home and raping my children.

With all of this being said, Daytona Beach soil has been filled with the blood and tears of not only enslaved Africans, but the now extinct Timucuans as well.

The thing about this city is, the entire land it rests upon is an ancient burial ground for all who have suffered at the hands of the oppressive colonizers; and I believe that the spirits of the deceased who suffered oppression and genocide are still here with us today. Not only to protect the descendants of the oppressed, but to also oppress the descendants of the oppressors responsible for their demise.

I believe this because I am native to this continent by my fathers blood, and seem to be the only one not "haunted" by these "ghosts" that were haunting the home of my non native friends, that we shared. I have walked through alleged haunted native sites in the darkness of night feeling peace and serenity while those venturing alongside me felt unease and "bad" energy...

Much like the "bad" energy one may feel entering into a home that does not belong to them...interesting.

Old oyster shells discarded by the Timucuans after consuming the contents over 300 years ago have washed upon the shore of Halifax River as my sister, our friend, and myself were walking alongside Halifax river while I told the story of the Timucuans who once resided in what we now refer to as "Daytona." I have stumbled across abandoned footpaths in the woods leading me to open land obviously once occupied, but abandoned for generations now; and I once found an arrow head near the shore of a lake once considered sacred to the Timucuans and was even their campsite once. Also, it should be noted that I haven't fallen victim to mental illness driving me to insanity nor "demonic possession" causing me to become a serial killer rapist, I haven't become one of the drug addicted hookers, nor have I become the person to murder before killing myself......It should also be noted, that most who seem to be under this "curse" are European Descendants, or non locals that invade Daytona making locals their victims; much like the colonizers did generations ago.

The thing about this city isn't so much a thing, but rather, an unseen army of ancestor's who lived and died before us crying out in anguish from the soil of not just Daytona, but the entire western side of the world as well. The souls of our ancestor's demanding justice as they witness their descendants enduring systematic and violent oppression to this very day, the broken heart's and terrified minds of children slaughtered for colonization's sake, the anger of our ancestor's as our women and children are still victimized by sexual enslavement by colonizer descendants, the pain of our ancestor's aching souls cover this entire side of the world like a morning fog, their spirits fighting along side their descendants today, often unseen.

That's the thing about this city, it's cursed; and rightfully so.