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Hope Diamond
Uri Gellar
Fakir Magic
Coincidences

 

 

What is it?

             The Hope Diamond is a large blue gem. Although its name is the Hope Diamond, it certainly isn’t very hopeful, and would better off being called the Diamond of Doom. It once was set in the brow of an Indian temple idol, but a thieving priest stole it. His punishment was a slow and painful death. 

            The Hope Diamond was discovered in the Golconda mines of southwest India. It was bought by a French merchant, but sold it off for a great profit. However, this profit was used to pay off huge debts rackedThe Hope Diamond up by his son. He then traveled to India, only to be killed by savage wild dogs. This diamond, however, traveled through many hands of royalties, and with each royal owner came a deathly omen. King Louis lost a large portion of his popularity and empire, and he and Queen Marie Antoinette were executed. 

            After some time, a diamond cutter was asked to cut the diamond, in which he succeeded, but he failed to erase the harmful properties of the diamond. His son stole it, and the diamond cutter committed suicide. A rich banker, Hope, then bought it. This is how the name, Hope Diamond, was derived. When his descendants sold it, Lord Francis Hope was penniless. The buyer however, went mad and killed himself. The next two owners of this jewel were also killed. 

            However, there is one who managed to avoid this cruel fate. He did not sell it, but he gave it away. He donated it to the Smithsonian Institution, in which it still resides today. 

What could it be?           

            The Hope Diamond is really an enigma, an object with the uncanny ability to impress upon its owners the devouring sickle of death. One ponders over its mysterious past with much fear, but as to what it could really be, it is truly, a seemingly innocuous diamond with piercing blue rays.

Conclusion

            It is a good thing that the Hope Diamond has finally found its resting place, and put an end to its violent, bloodstained history. God forbid that anyone’s mischief shall work up and steal it, for then the phrase “curiosity killed the cat” would finally find true literary meaning.