7 MYSTERIES OF A MAD WOMAN

There is a mad woman who always comes knocking at my gate every Friday afternoon, and every time my security guard opens the door, she says, “I have the 7 mysteries your boss needs to know.”

My guard would always chase her away, because I had given him strict instructions not to let any strangers in. And every time I came home from work, he would tell me what the mad woman had said.

Weeks passed. The woman came every Friday afternoon and repeated the same thing:
“I have the 7 mysteries your boss needs to know.”

So, one Friday night, I decided to let her in—just to hear what she had to say.

She looked very ragged, like someone who had been wandering for days and eating from trash bins, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to know what this woman had to say.

I let her into my house that night. She asked if we could go upstairs so she could show me some things.

We entered a room, locked the door, and she stared at me intently, saying:

—“I will show you the 7 mysteries in 7 different rooms. Do you have at least 7 rooms?”

—“Yes, I do,” I replied.

Then she opened her bag, pulled out a white cloth, and covered my eyes.

As soon as she covered my eyes, I screamed loudly as sweat began to pour down my body.

She laughed, lifted the cloth, and said:

—“Describe what you saw.”

I stammered:

—“I… I saw a fat woman dressed in red and white, with three eyes, brown teeth… she wasn’t wearing sandals… who is she?”

She laughed again, but then turned serious and said:

—“You are married to the spiritual world. She is your spiritual wife.
She is the reason you are not married.
She is the reason no woman wants to come close to you.
She is a very jealous spiritual wife; any girl you plan to marry… she destroys those plans immediately.”

I was frozen, tears in my eyes. I asked the mad woman:

—“Then… what’s the solution? Please, help me!”

—“I will give you the solution after showing you the 7 mysteries affecting your life. It will be a very serious battle.
But for now, follow me to the second room, so I can show you the second mystery.”

EPISODE 2

So I took the mad woman to another room so she could show me the second mystery. The first mystery was that I had a spiritual wife. Only God knew what the second would be.

As we entered another room, she once again locked the door, took out the same white cloth, covered my eyes, and asked me what I could see…

I screamed again, but this time much louder, because what I saw was truly terrifying. I began to spin while shouting, trying to pull off the cloth, but the woman told me not to!

“Describe what you see,” she said.

I stammered, my heart pounding wildly.

“I… I… see five children… they’re standing around me in a circle… three boys and two girls, all dressed in white… please, who are they?”

She quickly removed the cloth and frowned deeply.

“Remember I told you that you have a spiritual wife?… These are your spiritual children!
On June 6, 2015, at the age of 17, you married a spiritual wife.
Your first child with her was a boy, Endorea, born in 2018.

Your second spiritual child was born in 2019, a girl named Mantessa.
The third was born in 2021, another girl, Gandelia.
The fourth, a boy, was born in 2023, Vandellion.
And the last one, born this year 2025, is called Kenniah, also a boy…”

“And they are the reason your money mysteriously disappears every week. They use it to sustain themselves!
That’s why you work and work, yet see no results. They take your money to enrich themselves in the spiritual world.
And they’ve sworn that you’ll never have children on Earth.”

When I heard that, I collapsed to the floor. Tears began to flow uncontrollably.

“Who did this to me? All this time I was accusing my security guard of stealing my money… and it wasn’t him!?
What kind of battle is this? Who did I offend in this life? Who!? WHO!? WHO!?”

The mad woman shouted at me:

“Get up, young man! This is not the time to cry or pity yourself!
This is the time for war and courage.
You’ve cried for too many years already!
Follow me to the third room so I can show you the third mystery.”

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EPISODE 3

I wiped my face with the hem of my shirt as I followed the mad woman to the third room. My legs trembled, and my soul was already tired from the weight of all I had seen: a spiritual wife, spiritual children, and now… another mystery waiting behind another locked door in my own home.

I never imagined that I—a man who had always prided himself on logic and reason—would end up following a homeless woman, with dust in her hair and cracked feet, straight into the heart of my own spiritual slavery. But there I was, climbing the stairs behind her like a lost child in a maze.

When we reached the third room, she stopped, looked at me with her wild, piercing eyes, and said:

“This room will show you the source of your delay, the root of your confusion, and the chain that keeps your destiny bound.”

She once again pulled out the same white cloth, covered my eyes, and this time didn’t even ask if I was ready. She only whispered:

“It’s time.”

And immediately, I felt the same sensation as before: my body began to tremble, sweat poured down my neck like stormy rain, and a strange heaviness settled on my chest.

But this vision was different from the others—darker, denser, more terrifying.

I saw a huge tree in the middle of a dark forest, and bound to the roots of that tree were chains… rusted chains holding down… me.
Another version of me. Younger. Bleeding. Crying. Screaming.
And around the tree, dark figures danced—some with masks, others faceless.

I screamed:

“What is this!? Who are those people!? Why am I the one tied there!?”

But the mad woman said nothing. She just waited as I trembled, describing everything I saw.

When she finally removed the cloth, I collapsed to my knees, exhausted and terrified beyond words.
She sat beside me, this time gently, and explained:

“That tree is no ordinary tree. It is the ancestral tree of your father’s bloodline.
And the boy you saw bound at its base is the spiritual version of yourself—the version that is trapped in a generational covenant made long before you were born.”

“Your grandfather made a blood pact in exchange for protection and wealth.
And the condition was that the first male child of the next three generations would be offered spiritually as servants to that altar.”

I couldn’t breathe. My chest felt crushed by the shock.

“So… I’m the sacrifice?” I asked.

She nodded slowly.

“Yes. You live physically, but spiritually you are chained.
And until those chains are broken, you will keep running in circles—trying, striving, but never truly succeeding.”

I buried my head in my hands. Silent tears soaked my fingers.

“And now what?” I whispered. “Am I doomed forever?”

She stood and said firmly:

“No. That’s why I came. That’s why I knock on your gate every Friday.
Because the 7 Mysteries must be revealed before we can begin the battle.”

“Follow me to the fourth room, and I will show you the fourth mystery:
the most dangerous enemy you’ve ever faced.”

EPISODE 4

As I followed the mad woman to the fourth room, a strange silence fell over the house—like the walls themselves were holding their breath, waiting to witness what was about to be revealed.

She didn’t say a single word this time, not even locking the door like before. Instead, she pointed to the center of the room, where a simple wooden chair sat beneath a flickering ceiling bulb, casting long shadows on the floor.

“Sit down,” she commanded.

I obeyed, my heart pounding harder than ever.

She pulled out the white cloth again, but this time, before placing it over my head, she leaned in close and whispered:

“The enemy you’re about to meet is not just spiritual… he walks, eats, breathes like you… and lives close to you.”

Goosebumps rushed across my skin as she covered my face, and the darkness swallowed me once more.

But this time, the darkness was thick—like I’d been dropped into ink. Then, I saw a tall man in a black robe, holding a staff carved with symbols I didn’t recognize. His face was hidden, but his voice cut through the darkness like a dagger:

“He must not rise.
He must remain bound… his destiny belongs to us.”

I screamed:

“Who are you!? What do you want from me!?”

The mad woman’s voice echoed from within the shadows:

“Look around you.”

And when I turned, I saw a house—my house, my yard, my gate—and there, standing in the shadows, with glowing eyes and a sinister smile, was my gatekeeper.

I froze. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move.
And then, everything turned white.

She quickly removed the cloth, and I fell forward from the chair, gasping for air, choking.

“Your own gatekeeper,” she said gravely, “was placed there to monitor you, to keep you bound, and to block any help from reaching you. That’s why he always chased me away.”

I stared at her, confused and heartbroken.

“But… but he’s been with me for years! I trusted him! I fed him! I even gave him a raise last year!”

She let out a bitter laugh.

“You were feeding your enemy,” she said.
He reports every spiritual progress you make, every attempt to free yourself—he sends it to the coven that holds your destiny, and they strike accordingly.”

I covered my mouth in shock. Everything started to make sense: how I always lost contracts just before signing them, how I got sick every time I planned a trip, how strange things happened whenever I prayed for a long time.

“So what do I do now?” I asked.

Her eyes lit up with fire.

“Now… you fight.
I’ve shown you the Mysteries:
One — your spiritual wife,
Two — your spiritual children,
Three — the ancestral bondage,
Four — the physical enemy near you…

The final three Mysteries will be revealed during the battle, because they are tied to your response. But tonight, at midnight, we begin.”

She handed me a small pot, a bottle of oil, and a strange scroll covered in ash markings.

“Tonight, you will pray like a man who has nothing left to lose.
You will pour this oil over your gate and command every power watching you to be blinded.
You will burn this scroll outside exactly at 12:33 AM, and you must not fall asleep.”

I took everything with trembling hands, nodding like a child receiving final instructions from a teacher.

“And the gatekeeper?” I asked.

“Confront him in the morning,” she said.
“But by then, he’ll already know his time is up.”

And with that, she stood, grabbed her tattered bag, and left my house without another word.

I stood at the window watching her disappear into the night, and even though I still didn’t understand everything, I knew one thing for sure:

My life would never be the same again.
And this battle, no matter how fierce, would mark the end of my captivity.

Because the mysteries had been revealed…
And now…

It was war.