Ti Lakou Bayawonn-- Mambo Yantande Daho Sanped

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 called down her fingers, men come and crawl along her feet like rain above c

****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.  Suddenly, a slow bree

The mysterious sky splits open and released down energy from different aspects of origin below the earth circumference. ...Then, Air, Earth, Fire, and Water cluster to manifest the act of destiny. One time the stone rises above the footing by the side of a palm tree. Or mysteriously falls off against your foot. You become a chosen vessel. The one that owns your head finds you. You might want to run and hide. The regular recurrence of the spirit will locate you; because you are charmed since the hour of your nativity. And the appointed tree trunk planted on the clay of your navel cord. You are a matrix of nature. You are the powder within the spiritual capsule. You are a magical property. You are related by the gird of the living gods. There's no back peddling, no masquerade around. The patterns of the stone base and raise. You yield the power to manifest magical powers, to obtain and maintain. As the sun intersecting into the cloud and moon. Your metaphysical wisdom is devel