#pombagira

Quem não lhe conhece, vai lhe conhecer

Today I wanna talk about my experience with the wisdom of Ms. Padilha do Cemitério and the magical help she gave me in handling my personal power. I will also give a brief reconstruction of the ritual, but be warned that will not represent a complete working that fully draws from the power of this entity, but rather the scaffolding she gave me to make what I already had inside me bloom.

Starting from the beginning, I contacted one of my best friends in hopes of understanding why my love life felt so unfruitful. “I’m hot, I’m funny, I’m charming, what is missing?”

Through my dear friend’s tarot, Ms. Padilha showed us I had the power and the charisma, the looks and the allure… but I was handling it incorrectly. I loved every bit of my body when looking in a mirror, but I could only shine for me and my friends. The Sun Reversed.

She told me not to feel like a mouse trap, but like the cheese that is so utterly irresistible the mouse can’t help but put itself in danger’s way just to get a nibble. “You are not the mouse trap. You are the cheese.”

The following section contains elements from the ritual Ms. Padilha prescribed me. Again, this does not represent a full-scale ritual that draws from her power, but what she deemed necessary for my own personal situation and what I’m being allowed to share.

A full-scale ritual would have more traditionally inclined elements, like cornmeal or alguidar, those which would also not be thrown in there at random, but only if their specific powers were needed. Here, however, I worked with fruits, honey, roses, wine and candle.

Note: Do NOT think of a specific person during this ritual. Even when the words seem to declare otherwise, this is not supposed to be a targeted spell to anyone other than yourself. This is for you, for your power, for your self-development.

A lit black and red candle represents the power of Pombagira, that which is both seductive and sorcerous. As the honey-lathered candle flickers, wine warms the one who gulps it thrice. And then, in a pot, it shall be the base from which a magical bath will be made. Three gulps, three roses mashed into the deep purple.

Bathed in the essence of lust, the sweetness of bananas and tartness of apples melt together in ritualized self-anthropophagy.

“As much as I delight myself in this banquet, such is the snare of my enchantment. The victims of such power will only have one path: me.”

And down the throat goes honey and grapes, peach and plum.

“Your only air shall be me. Your only vision shall be me. Your last meal shall be me. Your last sound shall be me. This is how it will be, this is how it is, and so shall it continue to be until the moment I decide it’s not anymore.”

Each bite is taken as if biting on skin, each breath as if reminiscing a stolen kiss. Every lick and every touch is sacred.

And when there is nothing more to devour you are whole again.

“I finish this spell and this prayer bathed in my own essence and consumed of myself. And as such, I consume from the other, and them, of me.”

After the candle is fully burned I recommend rinsing the wine-rose bath from your body because the sugars in it make you very sticky… plus you don't wanna stain your whole house purple.

This is the part where I tell you, dear readers, what it’s already obvious: the spell worked and I’m feeling much better about how I put myself out in the world. Witchcraft works, this is not breaking news to you, I assume.

Regardless, the difference is so subtle yet so starking to me. Words said, poses struck, eyes met… all the dazzle I could only access in front of a mirror is now much more easily available to me whenever and wherever I need it.

Hail Maria Padilha do Cemitério! Laroye! ❤️‍🔥

Esse ponto de pomba-gira é do tempo em que eu era adolescente e estava nas giras de umbanda. E já era antigo naquela época.

Mas, de uns tempos pra cá, descobriram que pomba-gira é feminista.

Antes, ela ser sensual e debochada, a consideravam vergonhosa. Hoje, que bom, sabem que deboche e sensualidade são características da libertação e da resistência. Do enfrentamento.

Sexo e provocação são armas de luta contra o conservadorismo. Sempre foram. Mas a doutrina dominante os criminalizaram. Até tem uma parcela de quem é do campo progressista que persiste nessa domesticação.

Mas quem confia em pomba-gira, quem ouve os carões e recebe os abraços, sabe.

Saravá! Especialmente a Maria Padilha dos 7 Cruzeiros da Calunga, irmã, mãe, comadre e companheira. Comparsa de tantas falhas e tantos acertos, tantos afagos e tantos sorrisos e lágrimas. A gente vai se calibrando e aprendendo juntamente.

Antes de conhecer a umbanda desde os meus 10 anos de idade eu sempre gostei de estudar sobre Bruxaria natural, eu sou uma delas, sinto minha ancestralidade cada vez mais forte. O narcisista fez meu lado obscuro aparecer, assim descobrir quem é minha pombagira que toma conta de eu, é uma linda Feiticeira da calunga, sou muito grata a ela, aprendi a cultivar meu amor próprio, a cuidar de eu, a dançar vestida de céu para me trazer paz e alegria, magia do amor, sabedoria e intuição, ela me deu forças para eu me reerguer e sair do ciclo abusivo.