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🚨🚨EMERGENCY HOODOO ALERT 🚨🚨

Have Some Decorum And Maintain Tradition!!!!

Recently it's come to my attention that some of you have lost your damn mind,

𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕕, 𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕦𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕟𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕪. 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕙*𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕝𝕦𝕔𝕜. 𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕠'𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕟𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕡𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕠𝕣 𝕠𝕣 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕪. ℕ𝕠 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥. 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕝𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕕, 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕘𝕠. 𝕀 𝕒𝕚𝕟'𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕠𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤, 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕝𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕗𝕒𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕣 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕞𝕖.

Start lying on the dead and that's my sign to leave.

I ain't tryin to be around it! If you don't love yourself, that's a personal problem. Nothing good ever happens to those who speak recklessly about the vengeful dead. Go be a dumbass somewhere else, around somebody else. I ain't tryin to hang around and wait for nig-nogs to get randomly struck by lightning.

Keep that bad juju over there !!!!!!!!

Some negroes have no concept of protective boundaries, respect or good spiritual hygiene. Just running around on dumb vibes and sheer audacity. If you're always chaos bound and pointing fingers, laughing at the spirit of death, you're literal crash test dummy!

🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️ No Thank You🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️

As for me and my house? We know how to avoid the Plague! We don't invite the spirit of Malach Hamavet in. We cleanse, rebuke and close the door so the spirit of death and ill fortune, passes over us.

i aint gon say it no mo

Put some respect on their names! Or don't. It's your funeral!

Just don't be seeking out my sympathy when your life is suddenly derailed. You brought it on yourself. Don't get caught slipping!

Respect and tradition goes a long way!

barbie out!

Mentally I feel like was been struggling to create content, art, write and even interact on social media, due to massive adhd burnout, during the past few months and year. I feel like I let y’all down but I’m slowly returning to my blogs an social media.

This blog grew super fast and which scared, then overwhelmed me. I got overstimulated and started overthinking everything. I also think I got overzealous and started too many small projects, confusing myself even more. I’m still learning that I need to keep things simplified for the good of my adhd challenged brain while struggling with executive function despite my grand ambitions. Slowing down, for the sake of clarity is something I’ll always have to work at.

Spiritually I’ve grown so much on my path in Hoodoo which has been incredible. I don’t know if I should make that a separate post for later but I just feel incredibly blessed and even more connected to myself, my people and the world around me. I’ve gotten wiser and I’m forever grateful for all things Hoodoo, it’s saved my life. I’ve watched people come in and out of this community, by way of the church, disinterest, witch wars and even psychosis. I’ve learned a great deal about myself and my own mental health, which has empowered me further. I’ve laughed, I’ve learned, I’ve thrown hands with big dogs and made peace with and gained more understanding of the metaphysical realm.

Most importantly my faith and hope in life has been restored, knowing that I no longer will be a victim of injustice. I’m blessed to know how to conjure justice, swiftly and without fail. No longer with head on swivel or on edge as a black woman, it’s given me deep sense of peace and relief. No longer a victim of unlucky circumstances, I am the captain of my own ship. It’s all so scary, exhilarating and mind blowing at the same time. It’s a feeling I wish and pray for every black person to experience in their lifetime. It is a weight that I hate to see us carry, which is why I do my best to spread the love of Hoodoo all around.

I’ve worked and will continue to work hard on my ancestral journey, choosing to venerate them over worship. Through veneration, I’m breaking inter generational trauma, curses and chains and laying the groundwork for a better life for my entire bloodline.

In the meantime, Happy Hoodoo Heritage Month!!