Attacking Anxiety w/ Joseph Mayuyo "A Generational Curse" #69

Hi. I'm Joseph Mayuyo, my family (grandfather) left me with a generational curse that has affected me all my life. I was the only kid out of my siblings that were not planned. As I was told, my parents didn't want a son because they were superstitious about all the men who would be born from my dad's side. The curse is from my grandfather. He passed away before I could ever meet him. However, he died while he was angry and broken.   

My grandfather was known to be notorious back home in the Philippines. He had a lot of enemies. I asked my dad what he was like and why he never shared anything about him. What my dad said made me instantly regret being so curious. Apparently, my dad was born into a rich family. He is a middle child between 12 brothers and sisters. My dad clearly remembers how it affected him when he was a boy.   

Being from a rich family is not what my family is known for, especially now. My grandfather yelled curses as he passed away from multiple organ failures. But before all of that, he was a businessman. He raised and sold fighting roosters and would always have the most aggressive ones. Anyone who bought from him was surely going to win many matches.   My grandfather became a slave to Japanese soldiers when he was a teenager. He competed in a country-wide tournament. He was still poor at this time, and the Philippines had just begun rebuilding the cities that had been devasted by World War II. 

Stories of having to execute his own people haunted him for many years. He was never religious and had no hope.   When he escaped from being held captive by the Japanese Occupation in Hermosa Bataan, known as the road of the "death march." He went on a guerilla warfare mission with other countrymen.   

As he was being treated, he met my grandma, a nurse at a local hospital wing. They fell in love, and from what I heard, my grandfather was never that happy ever again. My last name was given to him, "Mayuyo," by a Japanese soldier who helped him escape captivity. My dad said my grandfather shot the soldier who helped him escape and buried him half alive.   This is where my grandma believes he was cursed. He had multiple businesses that failed. 

One after another. As my grandmother would pray the rosary, he would insult the idea of God. He met with a witch doctor who promised him that he would be free from the curse. But he had to pass the curse down to every male born in his lineage.   The witch placed the curse on a rooster he brought for the offering. He was instructed to put that rooster into a fight right away. If the rooster won, the curse would leave him forever. Sure enough, he had a champion. 

Fought many. Battles and never died in a fight. He would begin breeding roosters, and his business finally was getting somewhere.   When he found out about the regional rooster, he decided to enter for the grand prize was $10,000 US Dollars. This would change the trajectory of his life forever. 

Getting rich was the absolute worse thing that happened to him. In this video, I'll tell you why. #targetedindividuals #chosen how the generational curse has affected me; hungry generation breaking the curse of poverty my family left me with a generational curse...