#adimu

You will need:

bees’ honey,

five cinnamon sticks,

three kinds of perfume,

yellow flowers,

the powders “Love Me A Lot” and “For Me,”

a picture of the loved person with his [or her] name and date of birth.  

a bowl of water for making a bath or, better a stream of running water

Pull off the flower petals and toss them into the water, throw in the three perfumes, five cinnamon sticks, a little of the bees’ honey, and the powders “Love Me A Lot” and “For Me.” Take enough of this water for three baths. Beginning on a Saturday, use it in the bath for three consecutive days, with the photo in front of the person bathing. The water can

be strained to clear the flower petals out, and between baths and afterwards, the picture stays in the bedroom.

[Note: If you cannot find the Santeria powders named, you can substitute the hoodoo powders Love Me and Come to Me.]

Source: Lucky Mojo Esoteric Archive

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Back in July 2015, I was facing a personal bottom. I was living with my son in a garage (literally, old iron, cars, rusting hulks, oil & dirt, the works) with no secure walls, and a roof that leaked in a thousand thousand places and rain water that poured in on us from four sides.

We had no running water, no working toilet, no money, hardly any food, and I was still waiting to get onto the welfare program. We had every bug, wild cat, grass snake, wild dog, manicou, mouse… literally, we were exposed and vulnerable and had already been through more turmoil and tumultuousness than you can imagine. We’d been cast out, homeless, sexually abused, preyed upon, marginalised, ignored, mocked.

I remembered something one of the Iyas had said, “Orisha is for when you have nothing.”

I took part of my meager grocery money and bought what I could, and me and Malena Figueroa and the children headed to Mayaro in the south of Trinidad and Tobago.

Malena, who was my true soldier during those days, took all these photographs.

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