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 Marinette sense danger on the horizon, she gears up to

Ayizan Velekete can as well be Grann Ayizan. She's the first Mambo high priestess in the Vodou lineage. She's the wife of Papa Loko Atisou. and Atibon Legba.  Her symbol is the sacred palm branch. She is linked to fresh water. She protects the marketplace. She's the voice, the guide of the Ounyò (the new initiates.)    Show less           NB-- I do not own the rights to this Vodou song.    

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, (Palm tree branches) begins to twirl around with a p

The Ogou lwa are the Nago Nanchon known as: Ossangne, Ogou Feraille, Ogou Badagri, Ogou Olisha, ogou Shango, Ogou Bathalah, Ogou Balindio, Ogou Shadeh, Ogou Bakoule, Ogou Belize, OgouYemenn, Ogou Yanmson Etc... They are warrior lwa. Their element is fire when they  represent the hot and wet on Balindio side. Their symbol is a forge.  Their ritual attributes are : The machete, the sword and the saber. The Ogou lwa are very intense  in time of possession.  NB-- I do not own the rights to this Vodou song.

I am of the orthodox vaudou. See me like Olohun will see me. Treat me like Olohun will treat me. I hold out and breathe under the tree of life. Each day is a struggle, a hustle to live by. I dwell like a martyr without...    Do they even care to recognize that I am also part of the family as well? I am an atom of the tree bole. On this planet of earth, we are one family. We are wholly created by the higher force. He places us in different directions and placement of his right or option. He’s the kings of kings, Eloah, Olohun…. He's got so many names! Still, he’s one of so many. Unlike the bad rap of the voodoo inheritance. I hold back strong and unbeatable. Like the Levites, and the meaning of their career. I am of the voodoo lineage. I   am not made of fear and wrath. I am of the orthodox voodoo. I made of    strength and bravery. I generated my humility from the vertebrae of the two harmonious snakes Danbala Wèdo and Ayida Wèdo. Like the Christian of the ce

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