Ti Lakou Bayawonn-- Mambo Yantande Daho Sanped

  Trees make her better, bonfire makes her more powerful.  She sustains the power of propelling onto the hot things and that’s how she rides through life.  She’s known by so many different names:  Marinette of the dry arms (Marinette-Bwa-Chech), Marinette of the dry legs (Marinette-Pye-Chech), Marinette lit-fire (Marinette-Limen-Dife) and all these titles attribute of her skeletal figure.  Marinette fierce spirit of the Kongo-Zandò  nation of the voodoo pantheon. She was tortured by her past enemies and brought up to a loa after her mortal death.  She’s feared and as much respected by many.  Marinette has been always at the brink of elevation.  She’s able to ride on trees, wooden pole like a vine on the wall.  She's the owl in the morning and the bat at night.  As her dual façade projecting power, independence, protection, determination, announcement, presence from another dimension, ambiguity, intuition. Once Marin...

The Gedes are the spirits of the death.  In Haiti, it is feasted in November 2 nd . It is known as all soul’s day.  A day that takes you in reconnection with your past. In remembrance of your loved ones that once walked with you on the surface of the earth.  A day that all vodouists dress up in Gede colors (Black, white, purple), and parade themselves to the cemetery where they depose flowers and special ritual foods on their ancestral tombs.  The Gede family is of a diverse lineage. They are Deities and can equally easily be the ancestor's loa.   The Gede spirits are originated from the Kongo. They dwell in the Petro rite. The Gedes hold dominion over life and death. For Gede, death is a passage that attributes to another life. That involved the cycle of eternity. They represent past, present and future. In the Gede Rites, the aspect of good and evil only refer to the hour of time.  As for Baron Kafou, Baron Lakwa, Baron Samedi, Bar...

Gazing at Inside the peristyle, which showing the allure of a splendid arrangement and white cloths cover every bit of impunity. That also causes the reflections of a snowy blanket of winter snowflakes. A gentle breeze flows in, with a sense of serene; alerting ones to exhale and waiting for the divine arrival. Meanwhile, the persistence of the drumbeat is starting at a medium sound of yanvalou and twarig ò l. A variety of ritual songs from the rada rite consciously singing aloud; and kabalistic geometric signs trace on the air with the sacred gourd.  Abruptly, the breeze gets stronger and everybody has a sparkling glow in their eyes. Hearts pounding together with blood flow abyss. Their body swirl as if they were at the beginning stages of a trance. Equally they are splitting the ayizan branch, they commence to dance backward, sideways and circling around through the rhythm of the music.  The priestess that carries the ayizan, (Pa...

Soft wind blows in the mist of sunset. Nice and perky lily pond flower fly out of nowhere and drop on the earth. As it spreads out and come walking a gorgeous entity dressing in pink and clear blue. Her majestic crown with shaping like a drop of tears.  Her face shows caprice love, attraction and underline worries like there's no tomorrow. Her left hand wildly open holding her heart with a sword pierce into it. Which broke the illusion of a shade of trails of blood. In comparing of a concoction of rose and blue. Like a sea wave shade under the dim light of sundown.  In acknowledgment of her personality happy-sad, which reflect her mood swings under the cycle phases of Venus. She’s the great Erzulie Freda. Queen of the Rada Loa. Grannie Ezulie is who she is, the ruler of all the kids. And when the blue moon intertwines with seawater she's Erzuli Ayida Tokan. She’s the mistress of the house. As she calle...

****My daughter Emma Raymond is the sole owner of this Painting above. (Papa Legba)  Papa Legba I see winds hassle with dark clouds across the cosmos. It feels like nature is pouring down on me like rainfall in the forest of amazon. Abruptly, the voice in my head is becoming loud and profound thoughts. Not manic, but intrusive with powerful properties. Telepathically giving me the sense of guidance and counselling. More or less, I sense the impulse to get up and light the candle. Bidding on the Lord of all gates. The designer of all destiny traces. Candlelight burns so low, no beat, no happy bouncing, no consistency, no energy as if I have no thrive or will power.  Pouring libation on the mist of the cross axis that is drawn on the floor, which encompass Heaven and Earth. Rum is soaking into the earthen floor like fine wine seeping on royal glass. Like a shot, candle light rise above the flame, burns bright and high. It indicates no sign of opposition.  Su...