Happy Birthday Jimi Hendrix

Jimi Hendrix performing Voodoo Child

James Marshall Hendrix; November 27, 1942 - September 18, 1970. The best guitarist ever to exist.

Thankyou, Jimi Hendrix, for reminding me that the pulse of life, complete with our unique abilities and talents, do not flow without an equal exchange of energy. While it may look like a sacrifice, we must remember to feed the spirits who feed us. I was beginning to forget. What a powerful bard you are!

While not everyone will completely understand what I just said, everyone should understand how important music and art are in the world. Harmony and balance have a lot in common. The world could certainly use more harmony.

My Ancestors will hear more appreciation from me from now on.

Happy Halloween

 

Happy Halloween!

Always remember your Ancestors!

 

In Case You Skipped Church On Sunday

Most of the prayers I know by heart begin with words such as "Open the door, Papa Legba", or appeals to other Voudon Dieties. How strange, for a white woman, such as myself. How could this have happened? Upon reflection, it occured to me that the reason for this is that when praying to the Voudon Dieties, or Loa, one sings. Voodoo, as a religion, is sung and danced, and one's love for one's Loa is not held inside, but expressed. One chants....one experiences.....and one communes. Even when a person who cannot carry a tune, such as myself, prays her heart out by singing with the Loa, They always hear. Always. They always make known Their Presence, and I always know that I am loved. And so, that is how I learned to pray. Thankyou, Papa Legba. You are wonderful.

Note to the unitiated: Never engage here without a fair sacrifice or gift, as all entities, both physical and nonphysical, seek equilibrium; and energy does not travel unnoticed from one source to another, without equal and possibly opposite reaction.