Nepal Black Magic Story: The Doll Hidden in an Egg

This is the story of Anisha from Nepal, one of the most astonishing Asian black magic stories I have heard. She is twenty-three now and studies in South Korea. But this happened when she was a little girl.

A Love Marriage the Family Never Forgave

Anisha’s family is her younger brother, her mother and her father. Her grandparents and her aunt are there too, but her own family means her parents and her little brother. When Anisha was in nursery or first class, her father left India for a job in Qatar. Anisha lived with her mother and little brother. Her grandparents did not like her parents, and the reason was simple: theirs was a love marriage. Anisha’s father had married the woman he loved at only eighteen. In Nepal twenty or twenty-five years ago, a love marriage was almost a crime. So the grandparents threw their son out of the house. After that they lived in a rented house. Then Anisha was born, then her brother. Slowly everything started to settle. Her father went to Qatar and began to earn some money. It was a small, happy, lovely family.

But parents are parents. Anisha’s father always wanted the relationship with his own parents to be mended. The chance came when his sister’s wedding was fixed. Anisha’s grandmother asked her parents to return home. She said it was a wedding house, people would ask where they were, and if they came it would help. So Anisha, her little brother, her mother and her father came back to the house. Everything went well and the atmosphere was fine. The aunt’s wedding took place. After the wedding she went to her in-laws’ home. Anisha’s grandmother asked her parents to stay on a little longer. In truth the grandmother was a very bad-natured woman. She wanted to make Anisha’s mother work like a servant. But Anisha’s parents were simple people. They thought, our parents are fixing the relationship, that is good. So they stayed.

There is a custom in Nepal called “dulhan pharkana”. After the wedding the bride goes to her in-laws’ house, and a day or two later she returns with her husband to her parents’ house, some rituals are held, and after three or four days or a week she goes back to her in-laws’. So the aunt came back to the grandparents’ house with her husband.

Anisha says that once the aunt returned, she began to make her mother work like a servant. Sometimes cooking, sometimes tea, sometimes washing clothes, sometimes washing dishes. It was a kind of exploitation. Anisha’s mother’s health was not good either. As a child she had fallen while playing and hurt her head, and an operation had been done. It was so serious that the doctor had removed a small part of her skull. The doctor had said there was brain injury, and that in future, if stress or pressure fell on her, the brain problem could return, and could be serious. With working all day and being exploited, the mother’s old problems started to come back. She could not cook properly, nor wash clothes and dishes properly. For this reason the aunt and her husband began to be annoyed with Anisha’s mother.

The strangest thing was that a month and a half had passed. The aunt and her husband had stayed on as live-in son-in-law and had not returned to their own home. At one point the aunt stopped eating food cooked by Anisha’s mother. This increased the mother’s stress even more. After that she developed severe headaches, migraines, nausea and dizziness. The brain problems kept growing. Meanwhile the poisonous behaviour of the aunt and grandmother went on. With this stress and suffering, Anisha’s mother’s health became so bad that she had to be admitted to hospital in an emergency. Father was in Qatar, Anisha was a little girl, what could she do? The grandparents were so heartless and the aunt so bad that they did not even take her to hospital. Anisha’s maternal grandparents and uncles came. The mother was admitted to hospital. The doctor started treatment and in the end an operation had to be done. After the operation it took about a month to recover fully. Until she was completely stable she stayed at her parents’ home. When she was well she returned to her in-laws’ house. But as soon as she returned, the mother-in-law and sister-in-law, the aunt, began such poisonous and filthy behaviour that the atmosphere of the house became completely bad.

Giving up, Anisha’s mother had to phone her husband and tell him, “They are treating me like this.” When the father learned that even after all her service to them, his sick wife was being treated so badly, he got very angry. He came from Qatar to India and had a terrible quarrel at the house. After that he took Anisha’s mother, Anisha and her brother and moved again to a rented house.

The Midnight Puja

For a while their life went along fine. Then one day a call came to Anisha’s father from his mother. She said a very important puja was going to be held in their family, and that it was one hundred percent essential that all blood relatives be present. Especially, no male could be left out. Anisha’s father thought again that under the excuse of the puja he would be able to talk with his parents, make peace with them, and put the relationship right. He came again from Qatar and agreed to the puja.

Friends, listen from here. That puja was no ordinary puja. It was a very eerie puja. A man and a woman had come from the hilly district of Baglung in Nepal. They were neither pandits nor tantriks. In Nepal they are called jhankri. The “jhank” comes into their bodies. They work not through a deity but through forces. They handle things like mashan and dakini. The family knew them as traditional jhankri. Jhankri are like tantriks. They conduct puja like a pandit, but they are not pandits. They work mainly with spirits and spiritual knowledge.

When the puja began, Anisha’s father got a surprise. The jhankri said that only a young male of the house could sit in this puja, and the others could watch from a distance. So Anisha’s father had to sit in the puja. The puja was not ordinary, it was very strange. The jhankri made six or seven human-shaped dolls from flour and coated them completely red. Anisha says she was very small then, and was lying with her head in her mother’s lap, watching everything. The puja went on very intensely. Many mantras were recited and many rituals performed. Everyone was quite afraid, because it was happening at twelve at night.

Around half past twelve or one o’clock when the puja ended, the jhankri gathered all the dolls and gave them into Anisha’s father’s hands. They told him clearly that at a certain place there was a crossroads, and that these dolls had to be placed at the centre of it, and they told him exactly how. They said one thing in particular: if anyone calls from behind, whether the voice is familiar or strange, whether it is an animal or anything else, you must not turn around, you must not be confused. After placing the dolls you must come straight home, and once home, you must close the door. If you turn around, your life may be lost, and not only yours but your family’s. Anisha’s father was caught in the middle of the puja, what could he do? He took the dolls and set off for the place.

Anisha says her father came back, entered the house and closed the door. Fifteen or twenty seconds after he came in, the main gate outside began to rattle violently, as if someone was trying to open it very aggressively. But the jhankri had said not to look outside. It went on like this for a minute or two. The door and gate shook as if a cyclone had hit their house. Then after another minute and a half everything went calm. Anisha and her brother were curled up under a blanket, watching everything in fear. The parents wanted the children to fall asleep, but the jhankri had said nobody should sleep, that sleeping was a risk to life. So whenever the children felt sleepy, cold water was sprinkled on their faces.

After this the whole ritual ended. And then, listen, from somewhere an insect came and stuck to Anisha’s mother’s belly and bit her. The bite hurt so sharply that the mother cried out loudly. The jhankri woman seemed to have known something like this would happen. She ran over. She had garlic with her. She rubbed it on hard and said, “I am doing this so the poison does not spread.” The mother felt a little relief. By the time all this was done, it was morning. The morning sun rose very calmly, and the day felt as ordinary as any other. But from here Anisha’s mother’s life was changing completely.

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Five Years of Illness No Doctor Could Explain

After the puja Anisha’s mother’s health suddenly began to deteriorate. First she began to lose weight, losing and losing until she was dried up like straw. Then suddenly her weight began to rise, rising so much that Anisha explains it like rice soaked in water at night that swells by morning, her mother had swelled like that. The swelling could still be borne. After this boils began to appear on her mother’s face, big sores, pimples. They burst and bled or discharged pus, and gave off a terrible smell that could hardly be endured. Up to here people were somehow tolerating it. But then her mother’s blood level began to drop dangerously. Sometimes it was ten, eleven, twelve, sometimes it fell to five, six, seven. A very serious state, then suddenly normal again. Treatment was done in Nepal, but the doctors could find no cause. Anisha’s mother had some relatives, kaka and others, who lived in India. So she was taken there and every test was done: CT scan, endoscopy, colonoscopy, ultrasound, everything possible. Still the doctors could not understand why the blood was dropping so low. The blood going from seven to ten, ten to six, such swings are not normal.

Anisha’s mother’s family on her father’s side were all highly educated. Some were professors, some scientists, some engineers. They did not believe in black magic, kala jadu, ghosts or tantra. Their view was that a scientific answer could be found to any problem.

Anisha says that when her mother’s condition started, she was only in class three. Then years passed, and by the time Anisha was in class eight, five years later, her mother’s condition was the same as before, and now even more serious. To keep her alive, the doctors advised blood transfusions. First once a year, slowly twice a year, then every three months. Now the transfusions were quite frequent. Along with the blood problem, a serious stomach problem appeared. Whatever she ate came out undigested. Even a piece of roti, even green tea, sent her to the bathroom at once. The stomach could not digest anything, so her weight also kept dropping. Her face dried up, because her body absorbed no vitamins or minerals. Treatment in Nepal produced no results. Then reports were taken to India and tests were done. There was not a single test in the world left undone, even a bone marrow test. Still nothing was found. The doctors often said, “Madam, we cannot understand your illness itself, so what medicine can we give?” Anisha’s mother would weep and say, “I am in pain, doctor. Pain in the head, the stomach, the waist, all over.” But the doctors had no way to help her except blood transfusions. Anisha’s mother had also broken down mentally. She often said it would be better to die than to live like this. It was becoming impossible for her to bear this suffering.

The Pandit and the Doctor

Meanwhile Anisha was growing up. After finishing school she went to Kathmandu and prepared for entrance exams. After sitting the exams, she came home and found that a pandit from Tirupati Balaji had come to their village. Local people considered him very accomplished. A friend of Anisha’s mother, like a sister to her, brought that pandit to Anisha’s house, because she knew about Anisha’s mother’s condition. The strangest thing was that the pandit came to the house, asked nothing, and without anyone telling him, described Anisha’s mother’s condition exactly: sometimes you swell, sometimes you dry up, sometimes the body makes blood, sometimes blood is drained, pain here, pain there. Everyone was stunned and sat down with folded hands and bowed heads, begging him to cure Anisha’s mother. The pandit said that a very terrible “maran kriya”, a death ritual, had been performed on Anisha’s mother, and that until this maran kriya was broken, she could not be saved. He also said that the one who had it done was not an outsider but one of their own household. Everyone was shocked. They were even more shocked to think that a pandit who had arrived only ten minutes before could describe everything so exactly. So the possibility that black magic was real, that one of their own had arranged such a powerful ritual, seemed quite large.

The words spread through the house. But when Anisha’s maternal grandfather learned of it, he became very angry. He was an educated man, a scholar, a researcher. He said to Anisha, “I taught you, you are young, you are studying. Why do you believe such superstitious things? If there is any problem, science will have the answer. But what you call witchcraft or black magic is wrong. I educated my daughter, and now I am educating my granddaughter so that you will not believe such rubbish.” His view was that if she had to change doctors, she should change them, continue the treatment, and if necessary take her mother to America. But do not make black magic the explanation.

But Anisha’s experience was a little different. Since childhood, maybe because she grew up in such an environment, or perhaps a gift from God, she could somehow sense good and bad energies. Anisha often felt that when she was alone in the house with her mother and brother, there was a fourth presence, which was perhaps watching them and listening to them. Anisha explains it like this: when you are in a room, even if you cannot see everyone, your subconscious knows that three people are sitting there. In the same way, she always felt three where there should be two, and very strongly.

Meanwhile Anisha’s mother’s health was getting worse every day. Anisha’s maternal grandfather took her mother and Anisha to a specialist doctor in Bharatpur. That doctor is very famous. He had performed liver transplants and many complicated operations before. People called him a magician, saying magic was in his hands. The doctor looked at all the reports, and all of them were normal. He explained to them: however famous a doctor I am, however good my record, I cannot tell you anything more without these reports. I cannot understand the illness just by waving my hand. I have only one option. Either I operate and open the abdomen to see what is wrong inside, fix it if I find something, and close it again if I find nothing, because the reports are all normal. This seemed very risky to Anisha’s family.

At that time Anisha’s mother began to cry in front of the doctor. She said it would be better to die than to go on like this, and asked why she was still alive. Then the doctor said something to Anisha. “It is not right for a doctor to say such things. But I want to give you a piece of advice. Have you ever shown her to any accomplished man or baba? Sometimes there are answers that medical science cannot give but such people can.” He said exactly the opposite of her grandfather. His logic was simple: you have already spent lakhs of rupees on treatment, so if you can find someone for a few thousand who can help, what is the harm? Why not try? You have nothing to lose. The doctor’s words appealed to them. They enquired and learned that, near the hotel where they were staying in Bharatpur, there lived a jhankri between Bharatpur and the next village.

The Jhankri and the Egg

Anisha and her mother went to that jhankri without telling anyone, not her father, her grandfather, her grandmother, her uncles, nobody. What happened there knocked the ground from under their feet. The jhankri began with a traditional method. He tried to read Anisha’s mother’s face. Then he brought a vessel of rice and told the mother to put her hand into the rice. As soon as she touched it, the jhankri snatched the vessel away in one jerk and looked at the rice. Then he threw the rice and shouted loudly, “A maran kriya has been done! A maran kriya! It was done to you thirteen years ago, calculated so that you would die in the fourteenth year, and you have very little time.” Hearing this, their hands and feet went cold. Done thirteen years ago, calculated for fourteen. One month, two months, six months, who knows how much time was left. That alone was reason enough to be afraid. But the accomplished pandit and this jhankri, the same words from both, about maran kriya, was the most terrifying coincidence. Because when two people say the same thing, you understand there is truth in it.

The jhankri said that a doll of Anisha’s mother had been made and buried in the earth. For half the time, six months, it stays in mud and water, and for half the time in dry ground. It was reflected in Anisha’s mother’s body in exactly the same way. When the doll is in mud, her body swells, and when it is lifted and kept in a dry place, her body dries up. The jhankri said that if the doll was dug up from where it was buried, her mother could be saved from the maran kriya.

Anisha was afraid that the two of them were at risk, that they might be fooled by a lying jhankri and do something wrong and be cheated. So she decided she would do every ingredient and every step with her own hands. The jhankri said that he would take no money at all from them until his words were proven true, until the doll was found. The jhankri also told them that the doll was kept inside a duck egg, a perfectly intact egg. He also said that the task would not be easy, because the one who had done this was very powerful too, and reaching him was not easy.

They went home and lied to everyone, saying the doctor had called them and they had to go again and again for follow-up. Under this excuse they went to the jhankri again and again and made plans. Finally the day of the main puja came. The jhankri had called them for a Sunday, so they arrived on Saturday evening. They carried all the puja materials that the jhankri had written out for them. First the jhankri seated Anisha’s mother in one particular spot and said clearly, “You will feel a strong urge to get up. You will feel a pull, and it will be uncomfortable. But do not get up from this place. If you get up, your daughter will have to sit in your place, because we cannot leave this seat empty.”

Then the jhankri began the ritual. He placed a skull and a bone in front of Anisha’s mother and called the mashan through the bone. A mashan is a kind of spirit that tantriks keep under their control and use to get their work done. In the same way that many babas in Islam say they have jinn, tantriks keep mashan. The mashan is somewhat powerful and malevolent. But they are bound in such a way that they remain under control. The jhankri called the mashan and said, “Go, wherever this woman’s doll is, tear it out and bring it. If you do not bring it, it will be bad for you.” Then he lifted the bone, pointed it straight in one direction and shouted loudly, “North, south, east, west, under the earth or in the sky, wherever that doll is, bring it to me.” But the most frightening thing Anisha saw was that the direction in which the bone was held was exactly toward their house. Yet that tantrik had not the slightest idea where their house was. Anisha was very anxious and her mother was also very afraid, but “what will a person not do to survive”. This was their last hope.

Then the puja went on. The jhankri took out a duck egg and gave it into Anisha’s hand. Anisha applied seven colours to that egg with her own hand, did the puja, then wiped it clean with cotton so that no colour or dirt remained. Then the mustard oil they had brought was poured into a glass tumbler, and the egg was submerged and covered. Anisha’s mother sat in her designated place. After a while she suddenly felt a pull. She said, “It feels as if someone is pulling me very hard.” The jhankri baba said, “Your doll that is buried in the earth, the mashan is pulling it out, so you feel your body being pulled.” Anisha’s mother was very uncomfortable, restless, and felt her body being dragged hard. As the ritual proceeded, the strength of the pull grew. But the jhankri kept reminding her, “You will not get up, otherwise your daughter will have to sit, your daughter will be trapped. Bear this, you have to bear this.” The mother was in great discomfort, but somehow she stayed immovable in her seat. Slowly the ritual neared its end and the pull grew stronger. The jhankri said, “The mashan is pulling your doll out of the earth, this is that pain, bear this.” The moment he said it, from somewhere such strength came into the mother that she sat completely still. She writhed in pain, but did not move a millimetre.

About thirty to forty minutes had passed. Toward the end, Anisha’s mother’s body was shaking very uncontrollably. Anisha says it was exactly like the way a person behaves when “Mata” or a goddess comes upon them. But even so she did not move an inch from her place. By the end of the ritual, her mother’s body slowly became calm. When she was completely calm, the jhankri told her mother, “Break the duck egg that was kept in the glass.” The mother took the egg out of the oil and broke it. The jhankri said you will find your doll inside the yolk. As they broke the egg they were very nervous. They thought something like a voodoo doll would come out. But from inside the yolk of the egg came a very small, tiny thing. Anisha sent me a video of it.

In the video there are some Nepali words, and Anisha’s mother recognises her own cloth, saying, “This was my cloth, my night suit, the pink one, do you remember?”

If you look carefully at the video, you can see that it is not exactly a doll, and yet it is a doll. It contained her nails, her hair and her cloth. Using those, a very small, tiny doll-like thing had been made, ritually prepared and buried in the earth. And because of that she was in such a bad state. Imagine. Her hair looked just as if it had been cut with scissors, gripped by the hair and snipped, and her thumbnail was there too. It was made twelve or thirteen years earlier, and the cloth had completely decayed. What was found when it was opened was her mother’s hair and nails. I had never seen anything like this in my life.

The doll, or that object, was wrapped in a cloth and bound very tightly. Anisha took this video then and there and sent it at once to her grandfather. Anisha’s maternal grandfather is a very practical man who believes in science. But even he fell completely silent that day. Anisha’s heart was full of anger. She told the jhankri, “Tell me right now who did it!” The jhankri said, “Daughter, be patient for two or three days. You will learn everything. Whoever had this done, every person’s name, they will be punished for your sake and your mother’s. Do not worry.”

After this came the most terrifying part of the ritual. The jhankri boiled water on the fire, and there are pictures of this too. Then he took a broom and with that broom he lightly struck Anisha’s mother, and then poured that boiling water over her. Anisha says, “Not a single blister formed on my mother’s body. She did not scream, she was not burned, not one blister. The proof is these pictures, look.”

Then the jhankri took an iron plate that he had brought with him. He heated it red-hot on a charcoal fire and touched it to Anisha’s mother’s tongue. The tongue burned, but Anisha’s mother talked in a perfectly normal way, as if she had felt no pain. The jhankri said, “It was not your mother’s tongue that burned, it was the tongue of the person who did this to your mother.”

Then the jhankri said he could see one man and one woman who were most involved in this. By then they had so much belief in each of the jhankri’s words that they did not think about whether he was telling the truth or lying. They only wondered, but who is the person actually? Anisha and her mother began to think, who could it be? The aunt and her husband? Or the grandparents? Then Anisha remembered that puja in her childhood, those two jhankri, one man and one woman, who had made Anisha’s father do the puja at her grandparents’ house. After this the jhankri said that that puja had not been for the prosperity of the family line, it had been to kill Anisha’s mother. He said, “You will have to come to me two or three more days, and then I will be able to tell you who did this for you.”

Who Did It, and the Two Bodies Under the House

At home everyone was told. This time the family had to believe, what else could they do? Boiling water had been poured, there was proof, there were videos, a doll had come out with the mother’s nails, hair and cloth. After seeing this, her maternal grandfather, her uncles and her father, nobody could ignore it any more. Anisha’s father gave a strict order that Anisha, her brother and her mother must have no contact with the grandparents whatever happened, nor with the aunt. The farther they stayed from these people, the better.

About three days later the jhankri called them again. When they went to him, he told them, “Your father-in-law, that is Anisha’s grandfather, did all this. After I finished your puja and went to sleep at night, he came into my dream and quarrelled with me, saying, ‘Why did you do this?’ I told him, ‘You are ruining other people’s families for your own selfishness, and not just others’, you are ruining your own daughter-in-law’s family. She has two children.'” The jhankri said that the one who had arranged this was their grandfather. He was the one who burned the most. Seeing Anisha’s mother working and becoming independent set a fire in his chest.

Friends, actually Anisha’s father took very good care of his wife and very good care of the children, and met all their small and large needs. That was exactly why Anisha’s grandfather burned. The woman who had come into this house against his wish, how could she be happy? Especially as the mother never quarrelled or argued, she handled everything, and this behaviour made him burn even more. His aim was to kill her, and then marry his son to a girl of his own choice. It made no difference if the two children became motherless orphans. To satisfy his ego and jealousy, such a terrible black magic was arranged. The grandfather was involved, and the grandmother was just as involved. They had planned the whole conspiracy. Under the pretext of a wedding they had called them to the house, quietly collected nails, hair and cloth, and had a terrible level of maran black magic performed. The jhankri said that when someone has this done, and the thing returns, it strikes even more terribly at the person who had it done.

After this the jhankri called Anisha’s mother two or three times, had her perform puja again and carry out rituals. Various pujas were held. Then suddenly a very big improvement in Anisha’s mother’s health was seen. First the swings in her blood level reduced greatly. Blood transfusions had been needed almost every two weeks, then one month, three months, six months, and now it has been more than a year with no need for a transfusion. The ups and downs of her weight are now steady. The pains in various places, stomach, knees, waist and neck, the splitting headaches, vomiting, nausea and dizziness, all gradually went away completely within six months. After six months Anisha’s mother could not even realise how sick and helpless she had been. Because she had strength in her body, and a hunger to live. Everything had become right. They have had no contact with the grandparents since, so they do not know what has happened to them, whether right or wrong.

But the story does not end here. Anisha’s mother’s body was healed. But I told you earlier that perhaps a gift from God is inside Anisha, with which she senses energies better than others. Anisha says she repeatedly felt the presence of some shadow in the house, apart from her mother and brother. She told her mother many times. But her mother would brush it off. “No, no, child, you are mistaken. Sometimes you see a pigeon, sometimes a shadow, you are mistaken.” Anisha’s words were never taken seriously. Then one day something happened. Anisha had gone to her maternal uncle’s house, and at home only Anisha’s mother and brother were alone. Usually Anisha and her mother slept together and her brother slept separately. This time Anisha’s mother and brother slept separately. Suddenly her brother felt that something had come from the ceiling and fallen on him, like a shadow. The brother screamed loudly in fear, very terrified. When their mother asked him, he said, “A shadow fell on me.” But nobody was willing to accept his word.

That same night Anisha had a dream. Someone came in her dream. Anisha describes him as seeming a saint, dressed in saffron and glowing. He told Anisha, “There are two bodies beneath the floor of your house. If you want freedom from danger, something has to be done about those two bodies.” Anisha woke, and as soon as she woke she phoned her mother. She said, “Mother, I do not feel quite right. Ask the jhankri who once helped us, and show him our house.” The mother agreed too, because her brother had screamed in the night that a shadow had fallen on him, and she herself was shaken. Finally, as the jhankri had advised, Anisha’s mother took soil from all four sides of the house to the jhankri. The jhankri touched the soil and at once said, “There are two bodies beneath your house.” Anisha says it was terrifying and unbelievable. What had been told to her in the dream, the jhankri confirmed a few hours later.

After this the jhankri carried out a very intense ritual and somehow freed those two spirits, whose bodies had been buried there. That is a very long story in itself. But the last thing is that Anisha is now in South Korea and quite happy. Her mother and brother live together and they are also very happy. Her grandparents and aunt, whether they are fine or not, good or bad, where they are, alive or dead, they know nothing. The relationship has been completely cut. Anisha’s father is still in Qatar, now has a very good job, earns well, and the standard of the family home has risen with that money.

These eight to ten years of torment and trauma have made Anisha stronger. Anisha says the world is cruel. These events prepared her to fight that cruelty.