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Until I Walk Mile in Your Moccasins…

I learned a HUGE lesson about privilege this weekend from my sister, Lakeesha.

She is Walk A Milemoving from the apartment where I used to live and first started practicing Magick. She rented it when I moved to Ohio. I left some important items in her care, and I went back this weekend to get them so I can complete my new Altar/Root Room.

At first, I was ELATED that she was moving into my old spot. I looked forward to coming “home” and having occult gatherings in the home that brought me so much contentment and joy for the last five years.

The place is AMAZING for altars, spiritual work, and clients. There was even a woman named Sojourner who LIVED there a long time ago. It was PERFECT for my friend and spiritual sister! I am telling you, that flat is a spiritual portal, and it was the first place my personal spirits showed themselves in a very long time. Making their presence known is the reason I am a worker today. I started trying to protect myself from them, and then I ended up working with them.

I was sad to leave it, and I felt blessed that another witch/healer was taking it over. I did, however, warn her that the neighbors below me were older white people, moved into the place below mine after being in a standalone house their entire lives, complained all the time, and were crazy as bat shit. I thought that maybe they just hated me, and that things would work out. Her kids are quiet, older, and well behaved. There should not have been a problem with it at all.

But I did not mention that they were racist as fuck. Hell, I didn’t know it because I refused to tolerate their foolishness. Looking back, I should have known better. They were a constant pain in the ass when I lived there. I am the queen, however, of giving no fucks. Then my landlords moved right before I did, and two very racist, gay men replaced them in their old place on the first floor.

(I must note that it REALLY pisses me off when gay people are racists. I look at them and think, “you on the wrong side player!”)

When I lived there, I snapped on the neighbors below me when they came upstairs to bother me or complained to my landlord. I called out the new neighbors for leaving over 50 used moving boxes out in the rain when they KNEW I was moving. Now I know that they did that shit on purpose, and now I am glad none of my belongings were placed in those boxes.

Keesha sat down with these fools, and they REALLY exposed their ugly. She called them on their microaggressions and racism, and they have clowned the fool ever since. They questioned her BROTHER as to what he was doing in the building, left all kinds of bullshit notes, complained constantly, and the LAST straw was when they put up video cameras (and signs indicating they’d been installed) WITHOUT the landlord’s permission.

Spirit compelled me to tell her to leave (more like GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE), and after great contemplation, that is what she is doing. Nobody is running from these racists, but damn, if you are paying your hard earned money to live somewhere, you need to be able to live in PEACE without someone micromanaging every step you take across the floor in a house where shoes are removed at the door.

Sometimes “you gotta know when to hold them, know when to fold them, know when to walk away, and know when to run.” The Universe is calling her to a new location that is going to reach more people in our community so she can build them up. I have a feeling that the folks who remain on that property are gonna be broken down because of their actions. The Ancestors will see to it. Spirit is not going to let them rest (especially if my circle of witches has anything to do with it).

I also have a feeling that without a witch/healer there keeping things in control, those racists are going to hear a lot more than bumps in the night when she leaves. They should have been glad to have us there. Their silly mirrors, gimmick crosses, and Go Away Root are not going to stop the spirits in that building. I almost feel sorry for them.


But I digress. This is supposed to be a blog post about privilege…

In the past, she mentioned that they really were really messing with her because she had Black sons. On that much I agreed with her wholeheartedly. When we were talking this weekend, I repeated that because she actually sat down with them, and tried to be nice to them, they mistook her kindness for weakness. I advised her that I waved my crazy flag on the daily so they would be scared to come within a few feet of me.

Then she touched on something that made me bristle.

She said that that they did not fuck with me as much because she was darker than I was.

At first, I began to argue her down. I am Black, and I cannot tell you how many white people have told me I was being “aggressive” or “yelling” at them when I was speaking to them calmly and professionally. I cannot tell you how many times I’ve been called an “angry Black woman” for not taking the shit the world was shoveling. I’ve suffered from the intangible as well as tangible effects of racism for as long as I can remember in both Black and white environments.

It is as though the timbre of my voice irks racists. (Well, I am sorry I cannot sound white even if I wanted to. The tenor in, and cadence of, my voice gives me away. I’ve never been able to pass, although in my family, the generation before me could at times.) As a Black woman, I explained that I go through it all the time. I told her that I also feel the same pain and suffering she does when we are mistreated, discriminated against, assaulted/brutalized, brainwashed by education/society/the church, unfairly imprisoned, and killed. My cousin (and new apprentice) jumped into the conversation saying that she never experienced privilege because we are lighter either.

And then, I was horrified.

My mind started replaying what we just said to someone I love so much. I realized how we invalidated what she was saying just because WE never experienced it. I always tell people that something is not automatically untrue simply because you have not you experienced (or had knowledge of) it. That is a real fucked up, myopic mindset to have.

My mind also started replaying the many, many non-POC friends and business associates I’ve distanced myself from (and at times severed all ties with) in the past few years when their “white sheets started to show.”

The nail in the coffin was when they would add salt to the wound by saying they NEVER experienced privilege, did not have it because they were not rich, had been mistreated by society too, etc.

I never blew up at them – at first. I tried to educate them. I’d give them example after example. For some, the light came on immediately. Those are the people I did not walk away from. The ones who continued to display hostility over the matter, I walked away from and severed relationships with them for my own sanity and self-respect.

My biggest example was, “when you have privilege you have NO IDEA you have it because you ARE privileged!!!

Imagine how my heart sank in my chest when I realized that I was doing the SAME thing to one of my best friends and sister in the craft.

Just because YOU cannot see your privilege does not mean it does not exist!!!

I experienced the immediate brain implosion that happens when you have an epiphany. Next, I felt a wave of humility pass over me, then shame. What followed was huge apology to my sista and an explanation to my cousin that we were no better than the non-POC people who said the same thing.

I owned my shit and ate it in a humble pie. I was dead fucking wrong.

I have never been in her shoes to see the disadvantage of being dark in a society that tells us “white is right.” And although I’ve experienced my own levels or marginalization as a woman of color, I NEVER shared HER personal experience. Now some will say that sometimes being dark has an advantage, and dark people will immediately (and rightfully so) tell them to go fuck themselves.

I was picked on for being “too white” as a child when I attended majority Black schools. But, let’s be honest here, I can truthfully say that out here in the world, I have not faced certain disadvantages because of my complexion. I am sure there have been times where my appearance has made non-POC more “comfortable” than my darker brothers and sisters.

Now, please, do not comment and tell me that I am ashamed of my light skin, or that I am no better than others who are trying to divide Black folk further. That is simply not true. What I do know is when I am the only Black person in an environment, I will receive the “treatment” from non-POC. What I also know, however (and have witnessed first hand), is when a darker person is on the scene, I get a bit of a buffer (a BIT).

I never used that to my advantage, but I was subconsciously (and at times consciously) aware of it. I also know my darker brothers and sisters are aware of this too, and sometimes it causes them to mistreat me as well because the object of their anger is an oppressor who could fire, maim, or even kill them. So, yes, I get it.

I also know that my DNA is 76% African whether people can see it or not. I know who I am. I know that when the shit hits the bricks (as it has increasingly done in this country) that before anything else, I am Black in my eyes, my people’s eyes, and in the eyes of society.

But I what I CANNOT do, refuse to do, is lie to myself about variations in the way we are treated in this country. There have been countless studies and scholarly research on whites’ efforts to breed with us in order to (at some point) completely remove all traces of Black from the population. It was done in Brazil, Cuba, Jamaica, and Australia as a rule of law. Of course it didn’t work due to genetics, but they were too uneducated to know that.

“Negro blood is sure powerful, because just one drop of black blood makes a colored man. One drop, you are a Negro! . . . Black is powerful.”

Langston Hughes

Then, other countries, like the United States, prohibited racial mixing and figured they would just annihilate us with lynching, poverty, drugs, and other forms of overt and institutional racism. No matter what has been done to us, we are HERE, and we WILL continue to exist. This is ALL due to the magical practices of our people, our Ancestors, and our close bond with The Creator. Most brainwashed Black folks out here are still marveling why we still exist, but I don’t.

The difference is, when I saw what I was doing, I checked myself and apologized.

You don’t have to feel guilty about your skin color, or the advantages that your Ancestors had over others, because of this privilege. All you have to do is acknowledge it, and become part of the solution rather than being part of the problem.

I am good when someone apologizes to me. I can either move on, or we can work together to repair the damaged/severed relationship. It may never be the same, but there can be resolution, closure, and peace.

The only problem is, most of the people I’ve severed ties with because of this have not apologized and jumped in to help.

I think if I asked them if they felt the same way, their answer would still be yes.

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Why I No Longer Identify as a Christian

BlackJesusWhen I became a Christian as an adult, I did not know why my mother would not attend church. She never really did. Of course she was called a heathen and seen as a Black sheep in our family. Come to think of it, her parents did not either. They all, however, made sure I received a religious education that included Awana at the white Baptist church, holidays at the Black Baptist Church, a brother from The Nation delivering “The Final Call” each weekend and letting us listen while they discussed the movement and Black Power, oh and yeah that JW she let come give us weekly Bible lessons for a hot minute.

Conversely, Hotei was in several places in my home. Dream Books, “Love Signs,” and other astrology books could be seen more than the King James (or any other version) of the Bible. My mother honored my decision to become a Christian, watched my mega church on TV, and she even attended my baptism. One day, however, out of nowhere she said, “I love God, but this whole Jesus thing? Yeah I don’t know about that.”

I was CONFUSED. I am happy to say after years of my own exploration, I am no longer confused. In my quest to become closer to God, and to be more like Jesus, I learned so much about the history of the Bible, what it was really telling us, how much was stripped away to remove the individual divinity of people, and how people (white AND Black) use religion to control and oppress others, I now realize that I can no longer profess to be a Christian. I simply cannot do it, and honestly, I think Jesus is pissed that people label themselves after Him in such a way. He came here to bring us closer to God, not to push us away like today’s church does to the people who will not bow down to their dogma.

Through reading the Bible, I’ve had what they call “The Tower” experience. The Tower card in the Tarot (filled with Christian imagery – not Satanic by the way) speaks to all of your illusions being stripped away. Things you were so sure of are no longer really true, and the cognitive dissonance of it all is earth shattering.

I found out (simply by reading the Bible) that Adam STOOD WITH Eve and ate that apple (Genesis 3:6). She did not use her feminine wiles to convince him to. In short, Eve was framed, Adam was a punk, and our punishment was to submit to someone who really was not fit to be the head of anything in the first place.

Then I found out how much of the Bible was taken from scared texts that proceeded Christianity. To top it all off, I found out that the Gospels were written 300 YEARS after the death and Resurrection of Christ. They were NOT written by the Apostles. Talking about having the rug pulled out from under you! That makes all that oppressive propaganda Paul wrote simply BULLSHIT. NOWHERE in the Bible does it say that it is the infallible word of The Most High. NOWHERE.

So, what people fail to realize is that most Christians simply claim this religion because they were told to do so. Not because they really understand what it means. If you challenge any of this with your own research, you will have to prove that it is more valid than mine. If you know me, I am all about digging deeper and citing sources, so let’s research away. If you cannot, and you want to hold on to your beliefs and walk on faith, that is your RIGHT. Just as it is my right not to stand on “sinking sand.”

To me, this does not mean I am going to Hell. This is FREEDOM. I can no longer align myself to sheeple who refuse to study the Holy text that rules their existence. They ignore the council of the GODS (that’s plural for you all that cannot read) that told Yahweh to check His people because they were wilding out (Psalm 82), or they read a translation that said He went among a council of FALSE gods, the congregation of the mighty, “gods” in quotes, just anything to say that there are no other gods.

Seriously, would God do that? If they were lesser beings, would they be able to counsel Him? Just stop it. And don’t tell me I am cherry picking while you shave, eat pork chops, wear polyester, and go to Church on your period. Just. Don’t. Do. It.

Oh I believe in Christ. I love Him with all my heart and soul. I also know that he was called MAGI long before He was declared Savior by the church. His birth was PREDICTED by DIVINATION. And who went looking for Him to protect him? THE THREE MAGI. They used ASTROLOGY and DIVINATION to find him in that manger. They brought Him Frankincense and Myrrh to PROTECT HIM!

Now, if I use it, I am a witch, a sorcerer. I’d love to be called Magi, but I ain’t there yet. Your prayers (petitions to a supernatural being to manifest things for you) are prayers. Somehow my prayers are “spells.”

You know what? I’ll take it if will set me apart from the oppressors of the world. We are labeled crazy, but no one judges you when you dance around church possessed by a spirit you no longer recognize and cannot even name.

I also know Christianity is NOT the “white man’s religion.” Look at a damn map, why don’t ya? Bethlehem is in the ass crack of Africa, so do you think Europeans got it first?!?!? Nope. Stop all the Hotep lies. The problem is that oppressors stripped the religion of the things you need to know to empower the God in YOU, and you DRANK the Kool Aid just like a follower of Jim Jones. Read the book of Enoch and get back to me.

So, I am a God/Goddess lover of Christ. I believe He was and IS the Magi’s Magi. If someone came to earth and made dead people rise up and blind people see, you’d call them a witch and burn them at the stake. Sound familiar?

Yeah, just like they did to Jesus. Except the fire He received was on that trip to Hell he took before He came back from the dead! You will watch a horror movie and call it fantasy. You will read the stories of other religions and call them mythology, yet the story of Jesus is the ONLY truth? Don’t be so simple! They taught you there is one TRUE church so you would bring your money to THEIR storehouses and not go to another. They told you Pagan holidays were Christian, and now are ranting that they are being persecuted when the YULE tree is taken off a damn COFFEE CUP. MISS ME WITH THIS MADNESS PLEASE!

Black folks are messed up today because we have been taught a watered down version of worshiping of The Almighty Creator, His Spirits/Angels/Saints/Lwa and healing that strips people of their personal divinity. Those same people are the witches you NEED to be scared of.

They have taken your divinity, the power God gave you, and continue to try to eliminate you by using it against you. They’ve tried to kill us all by stripping us and calling our worship evil. In churches all over the world, people continue to let them.

Missionaries have infiltrated cultures for imperialists, destroyed them, stolen resources, turned people in compliant zombies, and paid off corrupt “leaders” to make us submit to them. Look at what happened to Haiti. If there was someone to blame for natural phenomena, I’d look to the traitors who sold Haiti out, not the Vodouisants who tried to keep it alive. Here is the one country where a slave rebellion succeeded, and their own people helped to sell them out. They killed Mambos and Houngans in the name of the almighty dollar while hiding behind a big old statue of Jesus.

We are not supposed to submit to anyone but The Most High. They told you that honoring your Ancestors was evil. But if you don’t venerate your Ancestors, someone else will, and the effects of what happens to you when this occurs are not pretty. Forget about your Ancestors, the reasons why you are here today, and they will surely forget about you.

This torture of humans goes on to this very day, and we are told to submit forgive, and turn the other cheek. Just keep taking the beating because the “meek will inherit the earth.” How has that working out for you? What does it taste like? My mother in law says it tastes like a shit sandwich. I don’t want this earth. They’ve ruined it so much that it looks like Hell to me. No thanks. I’ll work towards a future existence. This is just my testing ground. The place to prove who I really am and the potential for what I will be.

So everyone, believe what you want to, but when that time of Divine Judgement comes (and OH IT WILL come) make sure you lived your life according to your own faith, beliefs, and research, not what Reverend Deacon Doctor Doug spoon fed to you.

You mad? Delete me. But that ain’t Christian. I am not about to argue with you. Christ did not argue. He went into temple, flipped tables, kicked ass, and took names. The Christ I know and read about strove to relate and understand the people who He surrounded Himself with. Often, they were the worst people society had to offer who were not one bit religious at all. Other ancient accounts describe His travels and studies all of the religion and mysticism in the world. How else do you account for the years of his life that the Bible does not cover? This ain’t a soap opera. He just didn’t go away for years and come back as if nothing ever happened. Don’t be lazy. Be committed. Find out the mysteries of Christ for yourself.

If anything people, just read the RED words! They are your best standard for living, and there is no real way to verify them either. But they are GOOD. They have value. The rest is just HIStory that is free to interpretation and misinterpretation by anyone who reads and cherry picks it daily. ‪#‎freeyourmindtherestwillcome‬

“I like your Christ. I do not like your Christians. They are so unlike your Christ.” ~ Mahatma Ghandi

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Removed and Miseducated

I was in the store this morning, and the Black woman at the register asked me what I was going to do with all that Epsom Salt, I told her that I was a Rootworker, and that I made Spritual Baths. She said, “oh you practice Voodoo.” I explained that there were aspects of Rootwork in Voodoo, but I was a Haitian Vodouisant and a Christian.

She almost FELL OUT. “Oh no. Ain’t no Vodou have nothing to do with being a Christian.”

Hahahahaha! I WENT IN. I asked her if she knew about God’s wife and the stories of the Bible that were either removed or the stories that are blatantly ripped off from other religions. I told her that Joseph was a diviner and Moses was a Conjureman. I asked her, “didn’t Moses make the rivers run blood and got water from a rock?”

Her response, “well God did that through him!”

I asked her, “well who do you think I am working for?” I asked her about all those people hopping around the church with the “Holy Spirit.”

She said, “what you don’t believe in the Holy Spirit?”

I told her of course I did. The Holy Spirit is THE GOD IN ME. It’s what gives me the ability to do God’s work, AND those people who are dancing “in the spirit,” were possessed with a spirit alright.

They just don’t know which one mounted them.

She said, “you make that sound like a bad thing.”

I told her, “sometimes it is, sometimes it isn’t. Isn’t it funny though that no one is translating what these people are saying? At a Vodou Fet, someone can always translate what a spirit says.”

Then I came home and began my workday. I was compelled to write this blog post after Facebook friend tagged me in comment in a video this morning. I believe there are no coincidences in life. I was asking Sprint if it was a good idea to share this morning’s experiences with you. I believe I got my answer in this video. (Author’s Note: I’ve asked the poster for a YouTube link so I can embed it here in case Facebook takes it down.)

You can watch it here:

A great deal of the things in the video I know about, and some points here merit further research. Remember, no matter how accurate something is, just a little bit of bias can destroy credibility. However, I can research every single part of this video piece by piece. I have a feeling that the majority of it can be validated. I do this because am fascinated with the religions of the world, their similarities, and their differences. But what I know is this.

Most people, not just Black people, are willing to take their religion as it is spoon-fed to them. They are willing to listen to the preacher every Sunday, read the most revised, missing books versions of the Bible, and make judgments on people like me, who identify as Christians who don’t worship like them.

I’ve even had family members tell me that they would not come to my house because I have altars. OH WELL, stay home then! Bye, Felicia! I mean really, I am NOT going to compromise my spiritual beliefs and enlightenment for you any more than you will do it for me.

But we are LOST when it comes to religion all over the world. Religion has been used as a killing and slavery machine. It is used to judge and persecute people. None of the so-called Christians who vilify African Diasporic Religion, and the people who follow them, are listening to Jesus because I swore that he told us…

So when they continued asking him, he lifted up himself, and said unto them, He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her. John 8:7

With a whole world of information at the tip of our fingers, people are content to live in their ignorance and judgment. The world and its gods are much bigger than anyone can imagine. And that is just Earth. Let’s not even try to contemplate the universe.

Y’all better tell somebody.


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Don’t Believe the Hoodoo Hype

Oh my goodness. So all of this anger and exclusiveness is to make me feel pride in  myself? Every time I hear a white person say that, I am insulted. I’ll tell you why, I was taught by my parents to take pride in myself, and I was also taught a history they do not tell you in schools. That history made it so no one else would ever have to speak for me.

When ISlave was a young girl, my grandfather said that racist whites used to say, “wanna hide something from a nigga? Put it in a BOOK.” Now, you may have never heard that, but it is starting to become the trend with ALL people of ALL colors. No one wants to do the research anymore that will tell you all you need to know about the history of Folk Magic in this country. There is research that explores all of the elements and influences of Hoodoo. There is research about Black people who were not slaves, and white people who were. When the evidence is presented, no one believes it because that was not what they were “taught.” Then the person who tries to educate them is a racist revisionist. Stop, just stop.

I can use my own genealogy as an example. Caeli and I have been researching my family tree, and I am quickly finding out that the oral tradition of my family injects a lot of fantasy into the reality of things. This reality is supported by public records. You know, that stuff that helps researchers find out the truth about things. Long told I was part Native American, my DNA does not say so, nor does my family tree. It’s funny how things get shaped according to how people want their reality to be.WHITE SLAVE3

So let’s look at the reality of assimilation and racism in America. Neither whites nor Blacks wanted to acknowledge their participation in Conjure Work (specifically Hoodoo) for quite some time. In fact, many Black intellectual Christians wanted as far away from it as they possibly could. To the point where some of my own people will tell me that I am doing “the devil’s work.” Others would sneak to get work done so their church members would not see what they were up to. How do I know this? Well I grew up Black in America. I witnessed it FIRSTHAND, and I still do today.

These people who denied their history to assimilate know nothing of their relationship with gods and spirits of Africa, and they did just as much damage to the practice as anyone else because they looked at you crazy, like they did not know what you were talking about when you tried to mention Hoodoo to them. When catalog Hoodoo came into play, it shamed the “good,” Black Christians who would have none of that. It did not help that the characterization of many of these products was made spooky and exotic by the merchants in order to sell it to Blacks and whites alike. With the Great Migration north, Blacks wanted to put all of that behind them. They were made ashamed of their spiritual practices by the oppressors who tried to wipe all traces of them off the map.

So, this helps to answer the question of why you never heard of non-Blacks practicing Hoodoo until now, a time where the Internet is opening doors and dispelling myths. We find out that OH MY GOODNESS, some white folks were slaves, some Black folks owned slaves (they all were not relatives whose freedom was purchased either). We were told that we separated by race, when in fact there is countless scholarship by Blacks and whites alike that proves otherwise. This scholarship is in many cases OLDER than me, but you scoff it because YOU never read it? Well EXCUSE ME. I have news for lots of people, there are A LOT of white folks and mixed race people in my family tree, and somehow I still remain 76% African. Looks are deceiving, as I am always mistaken for a mixed race person, so remember everything is not as it appears.

So many of my relatives knew how to read and were free men and women, but folks are always trying to tell me there was NO WAY any European influences melded into our culture because there was no way Blacks could read about them. And there sure as hell was no way that Black folks and white folks mingled like them. Then you show them pictures and records that PROVE it, and people treat you like you Photoshopped that shit? (If you don’t believe me, watch Henry Louis Gates “African American Lives.” So many lies about us and our history in this country are proven to be flat out WRONG. Look at the image here (oh I can post many) that aimed to Irish white blackprove how Blacks and Irish people were sub-human apes. Do you think that is made up too? Does the fact that other people suffered and were slaves take away from the fact that so many Black people were slaves? Does the fact that whites practiced it along with us take away from the fact that Blacks were the majority of the practitioners? NO. So why do people keep doing this? To me, this endless battle (without information to back up claims) about who did what does nothing to create racial harmony, it creates all of the bitter arguments you’ve seen today, it hurts us all as human beings, and it certainly does not help me as a Black Worker.

You also do not hear about whites practicing Hoodoo for the same reason Black folks tried to run it underground. Do you know what that is? Christianity! Everyone keeps posting this dichotomy that Hoodoo is Christian, but you IGNORE the very foundations of African religion in the practice! Both Irish and Blacks were treated as though they were sub human. As SOON as the Irish were able to assimilate, do you THINK for ONE MOMENT the Irish were going to share their slavery history and “heathen practices” with their children? NO! EVERY ONE WAS MADE ASHAMED OF WHO THEY ORIGINALLY WERE BY THE OPPRESSOR.

That shame, like many things, was not based on color, but the oppressor continues to make it so because Black people cannot assimilate, and they need someone at the bottom so they can stay on top. Honestly, has never been my desire to assimilate. I am proud of who I am and where I come from. This nonsense, however, is a distraction used against poor people everywhere and they continue to be been victimized by big money. You want to know why they killed Dr, King? Because he was about to start THE POOR PEOPLE’S campaign Poor People's Campaignand start protesting about poverty and against the Vietnam War. That’s right. The CIA saw ALL the POWER that could come from the oppressed if they SIMPLY UNITED, and they shut. that. shit. DOWN. And they really don’t have to do it to us anymore, because we constantly do it to each other. The very community that is supposed to help heal the ills of mankind are the same folks that are doing everything in their power to keep us from uniting. Ain’t that a bitch?

People keep talking about people stealing this and that from each other. But really, how much of it did we just give away because we were so busy trying to sweep it under the rug? Kids today don’t know what Conjure is. That’s silly superstition to them. Walk up to most Black people (even the older ones – I do it all the time.) and mention Hoodoo to them. Please. Tell me what reaction you get. You have a FRACTION of our population online hollering and screaming about what they own and they cannot give it away in their own communities! Miss me with this foolishness!

Not every piece of scholarship is accurate. Not all oral traditions tell the truth. No one person is the end all be all to Hoodoo. Some of the people who collect this work trying to save it for our sake cannot even remember what they wrote and constantly contradict themselves. As Public Enemy would say, “don’t believe the hype.” Don’t take everything you are told to believe as fact until you have REALLY sat down and done the research. Don’t believe lies told so many times that they become the “truth.” Read, read, read some more, talk to really, really old people, look at public records. Find the consistencies, and THERE you will get closer to the truth.

Even though people think they are, when you make generalizations about culture, are not respecting the tradition or the Ancestors who created it. I don’t need anyone to make me be proud to be Black, “protect” my magical practice, or insult and exclude other people for my benefit. I can defend what I need to all on my own. It is patronizing and disgusting. Instead of causing the problem of furthering the divide among cultures, maybe we could all start examining history and find out just how much we really share.

That would be amazing, wouldn’t it?

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The Fool

The Fool
The Fool

Do you remember when you were young and in love for the first time? What about when you started that first job that gave you a “real” paycheck. You know, the one that you could actually pay your rent with? I think about those feelings every time I look at The Fool card.

The number of this card is 0. It is a perfect circle of a complete cycle. This is just one of the reasons why I love this card. On The Fool card is a young man, fresh, and full of vitality. He is ready to take on the world! The sun warms him at his back, he’s got a faithful companion to help protect him, and there are mountains, yes mountains, on the horizon! If this was a more modern deck, he might have on shades because his future is so bright. He’s got a new bag of tricks, and he is ready to ROLL! Like Kanye, you can’t tell him NOTHIN’! His clothes are “casket sharp,” and you get the feeling that he thinks there is nothing he can’t do.

The type of excitement that this young man has is what drives me. People are always teasing me because I am always working on a new project. That is one of the reasons why this blog has not been updated lately. I’ve really been trying all kinds of new things Conjure that are related and that are not. I find when something new that interests me, it excites me. I can go at it for hours and hours. I am a writer, photographer, a miniature enthusiast, and I really have a jones for interior design. I pride myself in dedicating hour upon hour to my work. But then something happens – I burn out.

Often I wonder why I burn out when I was so passionate about something just a short while ago. What happened to my drive? Why do I want to pick something else up, and put this recently new passion down? I think the answer lies in this card when it is upright, and most certainly when it is reversed. Don’t get me wrong, upright it is still a positive card to get in a reading, but there are a few things you should take special notice of when you are talking about The Fool.

He might be just a little too carefree. Have you ever begun a project because you were in love with the idea of the project, but you really did not take the time to completely think it out? Well, you can see this in The Fool card. The background of the card is yellow, the color of caution. His little dog looks like he is trying to warn him about something. Take a look at his feet; look where he is walking. This (quite literally) Fool is about to step right off a cliff! The cliff is a rocky one at that!

He will not make it to those mountains in the horizon if he is dead. My grandparents always cautioned me to look before I leap – well because often I did not. All the energy, youth, and excitement in the world will not help you much when you have a severe injury from falling off a cliff. I think a cliff is a great equalizer. So the caution I give to a client when I see the card upright is that is it wonderful to be an open and unpredictable person. I let them know that most of us do not like restrictions, but some of us dislike them more than others. I caution them to stay the wonderful person they are, but not to disregard advice or authority that may be in their best interest. If this card represents the querent’s lover, I let them know that their relationship may not be a stable or permanent one, as The Fool does not like to be tried down by anyone.

And then this song pops into my head…

But I digress. What about when this card is reversed? Some readers do not read reversals as such, but I do. I figure the cards fall the way they do for a reason, and I read them the way they fall. If this card is reversed, it indicates a lack a maturity and fear of the unknown. If this card represents the querent, then they are probably their own greatest enemy. They are holding themselves back from taking risks because of fear. This person may not take heed of the things more experienced people have to say, are they are causing real damage to their lives, and possibly the lives of others. They make unbalanced, irrational, poorly thought out decisions that have the potential to really ruin their lives. Their bad choices and reckless behavior is really causing problems in their life. This is also applicable if the card represents someone that the querent is inquiring about.

It is very interesting, The Fool reversed could also mean that you are making poor, ill-informed choices because someone in your life, who you trust, is giving you bad information, and you believe them. When I am reading, and I get this card reversed, I want to scream “stop it! Stop it right now!” But for the sake of professionalism, I don’t. I do, however, let them know that they really need to take a step back, think about the consequences of the decisions they are making, and try to assemble a plan that works to their benefit rather than their detriment.

So being carefree and spontaneous is not a bad thing. Just make sure that your free spirit does not cause issues in your life. It is always good to mix a little structure and temperance in with your inspired, creative, and wild ideas.

Posted in Rootwork

Still Taking the High Road

For every one that doeth evil hateth the light, and cometh not to the light, lest his works should be reproved. But he that doeth the truth cometh to the light, that his works may be made manifest, that they have been wrought in God. ~ John 3:20-21

I was sent a video of a “Worker” who is a known fraud by someone who has insulted my character and badmouthed me as a worker to anyone who will listen online. This was done to slow down and prevent my studies and spiritual growth. There are more than few people who used to be my friends who have made it their personal mission to discredit me with other Workers and fellow merchants. I tried to take the high road and not specifically address it online. Because of this, lies and slander quickly raged out of control, and I had to finally address the situation. When I first saw this video, I thought, “leave it alone. People will see it for what it is.” But sometimes folks get me twisted, and I have to just say my peace and move on. I actually hate having to devote time to this, but I just want to post my record of where I stand regarding all this hate that has been thrown my way. I am sure it will not end. As they say, “when you have haters, it means that you are doing something right.” I don’t plan to stop the Work, so I need to let people know where I stand with all of this and who I am.

For the record, I have never claimed to be an “expert” Conjurer with years of experience. I never said my family was Conjure Workers, and I have never defrauded a person in my life. I have worked with experienced mentors who recognized my gift, and they help me to cultivate it by guiding me to the proper learning tools and teaching me from their experience. My clients have experienced positive results from their consultations with me, and I will not allow the ratings of a known anti-Semitic, racist, chauvinist to deter me from my calling. That being said, here is the email I sent as my reply.

“Dear Former Friend,

I thought about this last night. I also went and read the string from Lucky Mojo that Docteur replied to you with concerning this man. (Please see: Upon watching this man’s vile attempt to discredit me, something really stuck me as funny. A man who does not know me at all knows the month (which he was a little off on) that I started practicing Conjure. (I think he shortened it to use his “not enough time to have a baby” insult.) He also knows what my first deck of Tarot cards looked like when I was learning (and NOT charging clients) how to read them.

(Author’s Note that was not part of my original reply to her email: These cards have the basic meanings of the cards on each one. I used them when I first started studying Tarot used them to learn the cards. My former friends have used this knowledge to mock me and discredit me as a reader. Because of my studies, I know how to read Tarot cards, and my clients tell me my readings are spot on. The cards are simply the medium for the message. Before I read a single card, I have a consultation with my clients. I tell them what I think about the situation, and the cards back up what I’ve assessed and advised. Sometimes people need a more tangible explanation that comes directly from our Ancestors, Spirits and our God(s), and cards are just one divination tool that Workers use to do that. People also know that your cards become an extension of you. Do I still use them at times? Yes? Does that change what the cards mean or how they fell? No. They are my cards, my first deck, I love them, and I have never had a client complain because I used them.)

Every insult and lie (I have NEVER said I was an expert among other things.) he threw at me were identical to the ones you spread about me when you were angry with me. (His insults about my product were all his own.) So, even though you said you do not know him, you gave him the ammunition for the assault. This man is an anti-Semite who says the Holocaust never occurred. He hates homosexuals, women, and Black people (see the Lucky Mojo link above). This is the type of person who took your words and mocked me. I am not going to sit here and thank you for sharing this information with me. Trust, I’ve had more than one email in my inbox about this video.

Please think about that the next time you cannot contain your anger, and you feel the need to discredit someone to anyone who will listen. His lies about my “racial” posts shows that he knows nothing about me (I work with an Irishman and a Peruvian for goodness sake!) and that he has very little reading comprehension. He obviously has not read my blog. But the fact is, you don’t need any of those things to be a Worker. You don’t even need to be Black. All you have to do is be called to do the Work, love God, and have the faith that what you do can make a difference in someone’s life.

After that, it is just learning to use the tools at your disposal. Conjure is a life-long learning process, but I have been a “Worker” for people all of my adult life. I have always been the one my friends turn to for advice, prayer and assistance. Now I just have a bigger tool-set. The day you say you are an “expert,” means that you are an expert on God and His will. I doubt very seriously anyone could say that. Bigger than that, this is not a Mojo Hand. It is a Bosom Sachet. It does not need to be pinned. I am yet to see an example where you are instructed to do so.

There are so many things that I could say about this video, but I know I have never lied about my background. I never said I came from a long line of Conjurers, and I have never made myself out to be more than I am. I am who I am, and who I am is a woman who has been called to do my God’s work. If you told me this time last year that I would be doing this right now, I would look amazed. I did not jump up one day and decide I was going to be a Worker.

People who I trust (not just Docteur and Hellfurrian [my mentors at The Vodou Store], although they said it too), advised me that this is what I was being called to do. I never planned to make money or be famous. That is not my desire. My desire has always been just to make this life better for the people I connect with. Witnessing this constant internet Conjure “thugging” by so-called Workers who claim they are working in the traditional ways and in the will God can be disheartening, but it will not deter me from what my God has called me to do.

People act like Workers need a college degree to practice Conjure these days. If that were the case, I can show them my degrees (Bachelors and Masters) with concentrations in African American Studies (that include culture, literature, and religion). (And I do happen to be Black you know. I might have got some of these traditions just from my growing up in the culture attributed to Hoodoo, ya know.) But the reality is, you don’t even need roots. All you really need are the gifts that Spiritual Workers must possess and prayer.

Rootwork and any other form of worship adds power and is a demonstration of your faith. True, not everyone can, or should be a Rootworker, just as I will never be a ballet dancer. I simply do not have that talent. So, I’ve asked you before not to email me at my work address. I have also requested that you go your way, and I go mine. I don’t know, maybe you thought you were being helpful in sharing this with me. But, remember, you are the one who put all this nonsense out there about me to begin with, and therefore, you are partially responsible for what people have to say as a result of it. The owners of The Vodou Store have to protect their brand and their integrity. Feel free to communicate with them, but I am respectfully asking you not to email me anymore.”

So yeah y’all here it is. When this all started months ago, I thought I was taking the high road by only consult with my mentors and my Mambo about what to do. I have found when you do not address lies and ignorance, they can continue to swell and grow. So, I am putting this, as Hellfurian says, “to bed.” I love being a Worker, I love being a lifelong student of religion and Conjure. If you come to me for help, I will never attempt to lie to you, ask for ridiculous amounts of money for rituals, or take on work that is not within my path or knowledge base. I stay in my lane, and it would be nice if others started to do so too. I started this in my mid-40s. I am not a child. I am hoping I can live 40 more years, grow in the Lord, and keep helping to heal the people who come to me. I know that there are lots of workers my clients could go to. I understand my tremendous responsibility to them when I do, and I am humbled by the service I provide.

Posted in Rootwork

Today, I Cried

We were in the altar room at The Vodou Store preparing for PantheaCon when we got the news. Docteur Cæli D’Anto is the trickster of our establishment. He’s always good for scaring me silly when I am in the stockroom, throwing things at me, or handing me something that scares the wits out of me. Strangely, my daughter was in the altar room the evening of July 14. She’s usually hiding somewhere trying to get out of work. But that night, she was there with Hellfurian Liontari and I when we got the news.

“Eddy is dead.”

Radio silence. Disbelief. I looked at him and said, “I am waiting for you to tell me that you are joking.”

To which he replied, “have you ever heard me joke about death?”

And then the shock set in. When your brain cannot reconcile reality. When something hurts you so badly, and you cannot manage the words or the rationalization to make things right. I’ve been like this since we found out, but today…today I cried. I just watched a slideshow Catherine Yronwode shared that demonstrates just who Eddy Gutiérrez was, how much he meant to so many people, and how much of an influence he will continue to be in our lives.

It is true that people will talk any old way about someone when they were alive, but when they die? Well, sometimes that is what it takes for a lot of people to appreciate someone.

I am relieved to say that I admired and liked Eddy when he was alive. That is not to say that I never disagreed or received any level of correction from him. I did, and I was glad he did so. He cared enough to tell me when I was mistaken. We are foolish to rebuff instruction.

33 Hear instruction, and be wise, and refuse it not.
34 Blessed is the man that heareth me, watching daily at my gates, waiting at the posts of my doors.
35 For whoso findeth me findeth life, and shall obtain favour of the Lord.
~ Proverbs 8:33-35 King James Version (KJV) ~

Sometimes Eddy would school someone when they were incorrect, and go in hard. I actually talked to him about that. But what I can say is that Eddy was fair, he was knowledgeable, and he always took the time to help someone in need and to teach those who were willing to learn. We have lost a valuable teacher, guide, and friend. It is up to all of us to honor his memory and be responsible in our actions and deeds.

As an online community, often we have seen examples where there is no community. Back biting and bitterness seems to be the soup du jour now. But Eddy was different. He told it like it was, but he also supported legitimate practitioners with the same tenacity that he sought to expose illegitimate ones. Eddy leaves a loving legacy and huge shoes to fill.

Eddy, I have no words to describe how much you will be missed. God’s love and light to you, brother. See you on the other side.

Posted in Card, Conjure, Culture, Divination, Hoodoo, magical, Readings, Religion and Spirituality, Reversed, Spirituality, system, Tarot, teach

Tarot Card of the Day: The Magician

Note: I’ve been a busy, but I am going to try to feature a card more often.

The Magician
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This Tarot card, in all of its splendor, shows a magician with a single cup. Above him is the sign of infinity. This card was pulled at the right time in my life when I needed some direction. It is a card of creativity. With his right hand, he holds a wand pointed towards heaven, and his left hand pointed towards Earth, he stands here by himself. His cloak is red and represents wisdom and experience. He stands in roses and white lilies. This symbolizes that sometimes results will be good, and others with be difficult and painful. It is a card that speaks to me because it is all about living up to your potential and achieving your goals. It tells me that everything between Heaven and Earth is attainable if I reach for it!

Many of us fail to realize all of the untapped power we hold within ourselves. We are missing out on so much in life because we often underestimate what we are capable of, and how all of us have it in us to achieve our goals. I have several Conjure projects going on right now (one of the reasons why you have not seen a blog post from me in a bit). For me, it is telling me that I am going in the right direction. That if I just stay committed, I can achieve all of my goals and live life to its fullest. We all have the ability to create and achieve new things. The question is, are you doing those things, or are you going to just thinking about them? I am always full of new ideas, but sometimes these ideas do not see the light of day because I am not actively pursuing their competition.

This card is a reminder of my abilities. How often are we swayed from doing what we really want to do because we lack the faith and/or dedication to make things happen in our lives? I find that the more I tell myself that I can do something, rather than when I tell myself I cannot, I can accomplish my goals. People often say to me that I am a renaissance woman, and they ask me is there anything I cannot do. It always makes me think when they say something like that to me. I’ve always been a big believer that I can do whatever I put my mind to it. If I do not accomplish my goals, it is because of limitations that I’ve put on myself.

If this card is reversed in a reading, it is highly likely that you are in a situation where you are being lied to, or quite possibly, you are lying to yourself. It could indicate that you have the lack of ability to follow through with your plans. Often people come to me for readings, and they refuse to take into account their own culpability for their problems. Divination is not mumbo-jumbo. It is used to give clients practical insight to their concerns and often provides productive next steps to resolve a particular issue.

It could also mean that there are spiritual gifts that you have not tapped into. It’s taken me a few weeks to bring this simple blog post to completion. (I started it on October 24th.) The cards are usually very on the money with what is going on in life. I know I pulled this card at a time when I was overwhelmed with work, and not getting to the Conjure projects I know are going to take me to the next level. So, I set this post aside for a bit, and I started working on getting things done. In the online world, I found myself spending more time debating the issues in Hoodoo than participating in the Work itself. I realized I had to step back. In order to be a better worker, I realized that I needed to disconnect and get to my own spiritual development. It’s been working wonderfully, and I am completing things I need to finish. I encourage others to do it as well.

In keeping with the theme of the card, I am posting this, moving on, and working to complete my projects. More posts about the cards will come, but maybe not a card every day. I am finding that other things need my attention, and I plan to follow the advice of this card.

Posted in Abandoned, African American, Black, Christianity, Conjure, Control, Culture, faith, fluffies, Folks, forgotten, God, History, Hoodoo, magical, observe, origin, Prayer, Religion and Spirituality, Rootwork, Spirituality, system, teach, traditional, work, yronwode

In Defense of Tradition

We’ve had a crazy week in the Conjure world. If you don’t know what I am talking about, and you are online to read this blog, then you are probably not part most of the online Conjure/Hoodoo or NOLA Voodoo communities. (And no, Haitian Vodou is not these things and has nothing to do at all with this post.)

If you are unaware, this might just be a good thing because the disenchantment I felt this week was similar to the way I felt when I realized I could never go to my church again. You see people you hold in high esteem (and not so high esteem) have words (some very old words) about what constitutes Traditional African American Magic, who is legitimate, and who is not.

It’s kind of hard to watch, but it is not without reason. I have taken the heat recently for my assertions about what is, and is not, Traditional Conjure.

Wow, all of these names for the same thing. Something that really has not had a name for most Black people. It was just “what we do.” I didn’t know why my aunt did not want me to wash my hands in the kitchen sink – over dishes that were going to be washed with soap and water. At best, I thought it was because of a sanitation issue. All I have to say is, the more you study, the more you find out.

I’m an admin of a group that is dedicated to preserve this important part of Black culture in this country. I am happy that this group is comprised of people of all races from all over the world. Traditional Conjure is Christian based, and even though we don’t see it often from the people who claim they are the most Christian, we are supposed to be open, welcoming, and forgiving. From my experience talking to many, many Black folks, most just want to really want to forgive and move on. We just want the madness to stop. If you don’t see it, you most likely are not Black, and it is an unexplainable phenomena.

But it takes no genius to see that Black folks in America have been in crisis mode since we got here. Contrary to what many people may think, the core of us is rotting. Just when you think we should be doing better these centuries after slavery, it seems the curse of violence (because for a long time here it was all we knew) gets deeper the longer and longer we are here. Conjure was created as a way to preserve our ways of faith and worship, and help us sort through the madness, but the more “Christian” we got, the more we got away from our belief systems. We thought we evolved through assimilation, but we keep leaving really important pieces behind. We don’t even know who we are anymore. It is an identity crisis that is hard to describe. This is why I call myself Black. Biologically and culturally, I am so far away from Africa; I find it almost laughable nonsense to be called an African American. I plan to research more it one day, but I really don’t know all of where I come from. I cannot get past my daddy’s parents before I hit a brick wall in his side of the family tree.

With integration brought educational and economical improvements, we lost a lot. Another strange phenomenon is that like what happened with the Blues and Jazz, white people have helped us preserve Traditional Conjure. When I first found out, I was quizzical at first, and then just glad they preserved the tradition. Hyatt, and the work yronwode has done, really gave access to people who had none before. I am not saying that there are no other, accurate works, but most people I talk to say those were the game changers.

It has changed the lives of so many people. I am one of those people. It was like coming back into myself; what I feel I need to know about myself. Now there will be a lot of Black folks that will never embrace Conjure, and that is fine too. Conjure is not for everyone. That’s why Conjure workers have clients that come to them. In that vein, people of all races saw that Traditional Conjure was worth saving. The primary rule of any spiritual practice, and the dogma of MOST religions, is that there is a STRUCTURE. THERE ARE RULES.  There is some to, “don’t hate the player, hate the game.” If you don’t like what a tradition does, why are you so stuck on trying to be part of tradition?

I wrote a blog about what Hoodoo is, and what it is not, but I was further inspired to share a link that Bozanfè Bon Oungan shared with his group. I think that lots of people think of these options as a hardline approach, but I encourage you to read yronwode’s article below. (Please read it ALL before continuing.)


Just in case you chose to skip this link, I need to inform you that I am not going to quote the whole article here (that’s what the link is for), but she makes some valid points. The most important one being is that you cannot say you are cooking Italian food when you aren’t. She gave many examples of things that would stop traditional Italian Food from being TRADITIONAL ITALIAN FOOD.

Seriously, here we have many scholars TELLING you what the tradition is, have historical records to back it up, and you still have people protecting their homes with Goofer Dust because they read it somewhere and did not examine a number of sources to see if that is what they advise. I asked my mentor, Docteur Cæli D’Anto, the best way to know if something is legit, and he reminded me of consistent scholarship. And fluffies may scoff at this if you will, but then that just simply means you are not following the tradition. And that is COOL for YOU. I have no problem with you not following the same traditions as I do. This diversity keeps the world interesting. What kills me, and defies logic, is then someone says what they are doing is TRADITIONAL CONJURE, and get mad and have fits online when we tell them that it is not.

The really sad thing is, many of us who want to uphold our tradition 1) have some of their own personal practices that fall outside the tradition, and 2) don’t care what you do in your private practice, but just have a distaste for people sharing those ideas and selling products in the name of the tradition when nothing can be further from the truth about said tradition. I simply do. not. get. it.

I never will say whether one religion/practice is real or not. All I know what is real to ME and others like me. You cannot make the Bible and the Qur’an trade places between religions (that are also parts of different traditions). No one is trying to, and for the world of me, I wonder why people get so mad when we are telling them what they are doing is not within the tradition; when we are telling them that they are not respecting the tradition. Why must people insist on putting a square peg in a round hole? There are so many other traditions out there that might suit their needs. Why don’t they find them? It’s as ridiculous as me continuing to attend that church when I no longer wanted to follow what the church was telling me was the right thing for me to do.

So, I will leave everyone to what their tradition is. I promise not to come into an ATR, other religion or practice, and try to be a vanguard and mix things up within the tradition. I am going to continue the lifelong study of what makes me me, and I will keep up that exploration until the day my mind no longer functions properly. I don’t want to see Black folks lose everything about our culture when we have already lost so much, and I would love if more people of every race embraced its traditional form. Maybe if more people tapped into (or helped others) their spiritual strengths, the world, especially for Black people, would be a better place.

But, no, people who are devoted to Traditional Conjure, its Black roots, steeped in the Black Christian Church, are not going to take very kindly to people trying to change it. If I see someone that is purporting a divergence (not a regional difference) from tradition, I am going to make sure what I am talking about and ask them questions. Asking these questions is more research to help me solidify my assertions. This is the way you keep a tradition intact.

Different people have different motivations for trying to stir things up. Don’t get disenchanted. Remember, these are mere humans we are dealing with. Just because they are part of the magical community, they are not shielded to the flaws we all have. What we all must pay attention to is that those people really don’t matter. Our faith is not in men or women is it? What matters is your relationship to God, your knowledge and application of Traditional Conjure, believing in is what is just, and depending on our God to order our steps.

In this section of yronwode’s article the following statement struck a chord with me,

 In my opinion, any practitioner of conjure who did not grow up within African American culture is either a guest and should have the good manners of a guest, or has joined into the culture in some way and to some extent and should therefore be ready to defend African American culture, including hoodoo, against the redefinitions, reworkings, and appropriations that outsiders continually seek to inflict upon it.

In other words, if you cannot respect hoodoo as it is and for what it is, then please, do not mess with it at all.

Posted in Divination, Evocation, faith, God, Hoodoo, magical, Merriam Webster, New Age, Prayer, Religion and Spirituality, Rootwork, Saints, Spirituality, traditional

Sorry, it’s Not All Love and Light

I’m sorry, but all the love and light stuff, as New Age and Neo-Pagan beliefs infiltrate Hoodoo, is really starting to bother me. There are books, blogs, and online groups promoting the philosophy that there is nothing negative in Hoodoo. That Hoodoo is it all about cleansing, blessings, healing, and protection. There can be nothing further from the truth. It defies logic. Life simply does not work that way. In order to have good, you have to have bad. How else would you have a reference point for good? It spans all religions and philosophies, and I am growing weary of people wanting to turn our practice (and life in general) into an unrealistic fairy tale.

To say there is nothing negative in Hoodoo is a very lose and dangerous oversimplification. When someone comes to you so they can be blessed because someone is making their life a living hell, not only do you have to cleanse and work for that person’s blessing, but you have to STOP whoever is after them! Unfortunately, stopping someone (or something) usually involves having the offender experience something negative or some type of binding. The phrase “kill them with kindness” does not apply. This is just reality, and as much as all of us hate negativity, we have to fight it, and most times is not pretty. Remember, for every action, there is a reaction. For all deeds, there are consequences. That is reality.

Hoodoo is about dealing with, and getting through, this life in the best way possible despite seemingly unsurpassible odds with the assistance of supernatural forces. God, and his army of Angels, Ancestors, and Spirits, is the biggest supernatural force of all. Once someone told me that prayer is a spell. I paused for a moment, thought about it, and realized they were right.

Merriam Webster’s Dictionary defines the word spell in several ways:

To find out by study: come to understand — often used with “out” (“It requires some pains to spell out those decorations.”)

But more importantly…

A spoken word or form of words held to have magic power.

Our prayers are magic. They make miracles happen. Don’t forget that.

Every time you pray on something, you are casting a spell. You are asking the Universe to work in your favor. As life has its light and dark forces, so does Hoodoo. We pray for justice when people have done us wrong. Sometimes that justice produces very negative consequence on the person who deserves it. Sometimes we have to throw back to protect ourselves when things are thrown at us.

I love to bless and protect as much as the next worker. Usually, when people seek help in an emergency, it’s because some bad shit has happened to them, and they need help. Just like prayer, there are lots of people who call on the Lord with Hoodoo ONLY when they are in trouble, but they are not thinking about Him, prayer, or Hoodoo when times are good. All people, no matter what faith you are, have to remember to honor our God(s) when things are good. It will give us power receive justice when times are bad.

Remember, our work is a testament of our faith. Nothing happens outside of the will of God. He sends the Ancestors, Spirits, and Saints to help us in this battle. If you do work seeking justice against someone who has wronged you, if you are righteous, you know that God has your back, and the work WILL WORK. It will be very effective, and you will receive the justice you rightfully deserve. That being said, I strongly advise people to be honest when seeking the services of a Conjurer. If you are lying, the very trick you may be trying to throw might boomerang right back to you. God makes it very plain how this works in Romans 12:19:

Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves, but rather give place unto wrath: for it is written, Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord.

As we can see, this is not love and light, and there is no sugar coating here. Hoodoo enables us to “give place unto wrath.” Our God speaks of wrath and vengeance. Those are not “positive” words.

There is NOTHING wrong with petitioning God to provide swift justice when we’ve been wronged. We do the Holy work in God’s name. Don’t forget that.

Do the righteous work, and let God take care of the rest.

If you still think it is all love and light, please see the highly applicable verse Psalms 109.

It illustrates my point to a “T.”

1      Hold not thy peace, O God of my praise;
2      for the mouth of the wicked and the mouth of the deceitful are opened against me: they have spoken against me with a lying tongue.
3      They compassed me about also with words of hatred;
and fought against me without a cause.
4      For my love they are my adversaries:
but I give myself unto prayer.
5      And they have rewarded me evil for good,
and hatred for my love.
6      Set thou a wicked man over him:
and let Satan stand at his right hand.
7      When he shall be judged, let him be condemned:
and let his prayer become sin.
8      Let his days be few;
and let another take his office. Acts 1.20
9      Let his children be fatherless,
and his wife a widow.
10      Let his children be continually vagabonds, and beg:
let them seek their bread also out of their desolate places.
11      Let the extortioner catch all that he hath;
and let the strangers spoil his labor.
12      Let there be none to extend mercy unto him:
neither let there be any to favor his fatherless children.
13      Let his posterity be cut off;
and in the generation following let their name be blotted out.
14      Let the iniquity of his fathers be remembered with the LORD;
and let not the sin of his mother be blotted out.
15      Let them be before the LORD continually,
that he may cut off the memory of them from the earth.
16      Because that he remembered not to show mercy,
but persecuted the poor and needy man,
that he might even slay the broken in heart.
17      As he loved cursing,
so let it come unto him:
as he delighted not in blessing,
so let it be far from him.
18      As he clothed himself with cursing like as with his garment,
so let it come into his bowels like water,
and like oil into his bones.
19      Let it be unto him as the garment which covereth him,
and for a girdle wherewith he is girded continually.
20     Let this be the reward of mine adversaries from the LORD,
and of them that speak evil against my soul.
21      But do thou for me, O GOD the Lord, for thy name’s sake:
because thy mercy is good, deliver thou me.
22      For I am poor and needy,
and my heart is wounded within me.
23      I am gone like the shadow when it declineth:
I am tossed up and down as the locust.
24      My knees are weak through fasting;
and my flesh faileth of fatness.
25      I became also a reproach unto them:
when they looked upon me they shook their heads.
26      Help me, O LORD my God:
O save me according to thy mercy:
27      that they may know that this is thy hand;
that thou, LORD, hast done it.
28      Let them curse, but bless thou:
when they arise, let them be ashamed;
but let thy servant rejoice.
29      Let mine adversaries be clothed with shame;
and let them cover themselves with their own confusion, as with a mantle.
30      I will greatly praise the LORD with my mouth;
yea, I will praise him among the multitude.
31      For he shall stand at the right hand of the poor,
to save him from those that condemn his soul.