Hard-Wired Spirit Work
Spirit work is not for sissies, y’all — for realz!
I’ve heard of people being “called” all my life. I went to Catholic school and heard priests and nuns talkin’ how they didn’t choose that life, but had got the call. Spiritual mumbo jumbo was what I thought ‘til the shit happened to me. Now, I’m the asshole, with folks thinking I’m selling snake oil, plumb out my mind, or born again. What a ridiculous position to be in. I honestly could give a lick which people choose. I’m just a Hoodoo worker on a mission, trying to tell my onyx from my jet stone.
I don’t fix shit, but I can use herbs, rubs, prayers and help from the spirits to coach my clients back into they own flow. When you come to me, you best expect you gonna be doing most of the work. I can guide you to the right tools, help you unlock your own magick, or wake you out of whatever dream made you think you couldn’t have what you wanted all along. I got that Glinda the Good chronic. I’ll give you the magick feather, when you were always able to fly.
I chant (I prefer that word to praying) for serenity to accept who and what I can’t change. I was conflicted about using the Bible, then I got over myself. I use a bible because, when I’m doing rootwork, I’m running in DOS mode, to use a computer analogy. I have to use the programming language the compiler expects. With Hoodoo, I need to do what the ancestors want, and they want to hear from the Bible—at least mine do. I have tribal roots that respond to shamanism, Protestant roots that are Christian, and my roots in Benin respond to Ifá.
The shit is frigging exhausting and never quite feels done. I pray on the case until it feels right and then I turn it over to the ancestors. It’s probably less complicated than I make it, but I’d rather do a little too much than not do enough. Spirits seem to like attention, so I give them plenty. The gifts get expensive too. Mom likes elephants. Send tiny ones with their trunks turned up. I could also use some ethically sourced snake shedding.
If only there was a spell to get y’all right with my pronoun! They, y’all, they! Lol! Anyway, get in my DMs if you wanna learn more about it.
