Hoodoo Happens

I am not a rootworker or a Mambo. I don’t have ties to Africa, Hati, or even Louisiana. I have met a more than a few Santeria, and  been taught a thing or two. I do not practice Voodoo per se, but I have learned the power of strong ancestors, and honoring the Loa. In my backyard, I have a shrine to Papa Legba. This is NOT the Legba of American Horror Story. My Papa is the one with a massive sweet tooth and loves dogs. He opens the way for me and closes doors for people trying to do my family harm.

Image from Wikicommons.

In my study of Voodoo, I picked up a little Hoodoo. This has helped me so often in my life too. Since learning more about essential oils, I see that aromatherapy is just a different form of rootwork.

This has become even more helpful, as I mix my own oil blends. I use what I have learned of aromatherapy and Hoodoo.

This is one of the areas I have recently become very conflicted. Everyone who knows me knows that I LOVE my Young Living oils. Anyone who has done even a little research knows that Young Living has a very strong Christian influence. They do not persecute non-Christians but they make sure you know they are very pro-Bible. I am okay with this, as I have no ill will to people of different faith. I just find it hard to let my light shine for fear of offending others. Also, I still live in Texas, and although they say there is religious freedom, I never felt that was true.

So this is me, letting my light shine. I live a Spirit-led life, just a different set of spirits than most. So this Monday, while getting ready for work, I will anoint myself with essential oils, set out a cup of coffee with a lot of sugar, and toss some jelly beans on a mound next to a tree. If the black man with the big smile is sitting at the crossroad on my way to work is there, I will give him some food, or the extra change I have. He is a really friendly homeless guy. We always smile when we see him and help him when we can. He sits at the medium on a busy crossroad. I really believe he is one of Legba’s children. Every time I pray to the spirits I make a prayer for that man too.

So I know this is long and kinda rambly. For that I am sorry, but I needed to let my light shine too! I pray that Legba opens doors for all who read this. I hope you can read this with an open mind and heart. Remember the old ways are not bad, and most of our modern thought was inspired by old ways of doing things.


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