#black root workers

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Another thought on bloodline expression

So I was jamming to Ty Tribett earlier while Chinese Washing my kitchen and I had a brain blast.

In a previous post I talked about possession in Christianity. Being “used” by the holy ghost that way is almost completely unheard of in white churches until it was brought to the forefront of pop culture recently. Even still it’s not nearly as common in white church as it is in black church. Possession is something our ancestors brought with them.

Anyways what got me thinking about that was the intro to Ty’s album, Victory. In the into he speaks of generational curses.

The idea of generational curses being a somewhat common thing is extremely common among African Diaspora and it comes from ancestor veneration in African religions. Generational curse is not a commonly used term in white church. To me this is just annother example of how our ancestors reach out to us across the ages.

Just some food for thought on how deep roots go.

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I went a little crazy with my shopping

So the bad news is I've spent most of my Amazon and esty giftcard balance plus some cash on LM's website. The good news is that I've stocked up on almost everything I'll need for a good long while. Other than candles, I need more candles. I also don't have any satchet powders but I've got what I need to do a little work. -Chinese Floor Wash -Spirit oil -Block buster oil -Bluing -Hoyt's cologne -Florida water - a whole bunch if white candles (thanks Amazon prime!) -Employment oil (to go with the fixed steady work candle) - two kinds of money drawing oil (that was overexcitement and forgetfulness on my part *Le sigh) -Lodestone -Rose of Jericho -Fixed steady work candle - Jumbo red candle -Plus assorted books both on my kindle and in print I'm so excited I can't wait for everything to get here. I know that I need more colored candles and some taper whites but hopefully this is enough to get me started. Root workers of tumblr what would you say your most essential items are?(

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The beginning and a rant (part 1)

Hello tumblr!

I decided in 2016 I was finally gonna take the plunge into Hoodoo. The interest has always been there in the back of my mind like an itch I couldn’t scratch. I’ve wanted a way to connect with my ancestors, God and my deep belief that there is power in the world if you know how to let it flow.

Hoodoo has always seemed like the perfect reconciliation of all of my ideas and this year I just decided it was time.

But before we get in too deep let me tell you a few things about me.

1. I’m Louisiana Creole - well I’m half but that half has always been a big part of me and the way I see and treat the world. I think I’ve heard it close because at least on that side I know who and where I came from. Don’t mistake me, tumblr people, I know things about my family tree on both sides. However, my mother’s side has had well documented genealogy whereas my father’s side is a bit more of a vague mixture of obviously African people and some Cherokee blood that I can thank for my ridiculously flat feet.

My mom was close to her grandmother and received all of the recipes and the love of the language and culture. But that culture is dying I’m the only one in my generation of cousins, most who live much closer to the gulf than me, who makes the food and keeps some of the traditions alive. Even with all of that help I’m still learning about hoodoo from books. I’m trying to reconcile the immense amount of cultural appropriation I feel when I realize that most of the modern books on Hoodoo were written by (and let’s face it for) white people with the fact that the ones who appropriated my culture are the only ones that are accessible for me to learn from because somewhere along the way my family (and many many other families) got away from our roots.

It angers me when I read about how such and so had a mother who learned from the kindly mammy-like figure from down the lane because let’s face it, that’s how most of those stories start. I listen as the authors go on and on about learning from little old black women 50 and 60 years ago wiping cuts and saying “this will fix it righ’ up suga” and I cringe because even though those authors don’t mean any harm it stings to see how the biggest lighthouses in this practice that point new and lost workers in the right direction are now being manned by the people who tried to stomp out this culture in the first place.

I’m sorry about the long windedness of this rant, I didn’t realize I needed to get it out until I started typing. I hope my dear tumblr people that you’ll keep reading as I go on my journey to find myself.: