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And the church said?



yaaas u betterrr preachh


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someone was like hey do a flower beard thing and i was like okay

Another reason to grow your beard, palomayombe

Hell yeah, I’m on it

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Anonymous said: Great blog! I'm interested to know what an exorcism entails in Palo and how demanding an affair they usually are (this would obviously depending on the individual case in question, but I'm wondering if exorcisms are, generally speaking, relatively straight-forward procedures).

Thank you! I don’t know how straightforward I’d say they are….they are complex affairs involving dilango. But we have a long tradition and many methods for capturing nfuiri spirits.

Anonymous said: Can you tell me what the meaning of rayamiento is? I was scratched last year & I havent been given my libreta. Current padrino said they pretty much robbed my $$ due to the fact that I didnt get an investigacion espiritual & didnt ask my eggun first.

Sala maleco,
First off, eggun have nothing to do with Palo, friend. That is a Yoruba term used by Santeria, Lucumi, etc. You should definitely have had a reading done to determine your path in Palo, and bare minimum made your pacts with nature out in the monte as well as being scratched. Do you not speak with your Padrino anymore?

Anonymous said: Hey can I ask how heretic is it to view death as an mpungo? Not speaking about the muertos, more like death herself?

Well, that depends on your line. In Mayombe, we don’t work with or believe in mpungo at all, instead working with those forces as mpungu, and not humanized reflections. We don’t see mpungo that way, but there are likely others that do.

Ceiba. Blessed to have one. May it grow strong, and our spirituality strengthen with it.

Time to heat some trabajos I have working for clients. Mayombe Saca EmpeΓ±o shakes the Earth, but never falls.

I can’t fully express how deeply, soul-soothing and satisfying it is to live a religion rooted in Blackness is for me. It’s like the first time I visited Atlanta, and felt such a strange feeling. There was something odd….took me a minute before I realized. I’m not the odd one out here, I’m the default. Being a black man in this country is at times like being a refugee, but in the land your were born to. Having them Congo spirits walk up, them mothers and fathers and cousins, along with all them Creole spirits, leaves me standing strong in a spiritual hometown. smiling. This is what that’s like….
Tata Sima Ngango

Consultation time. Lucero walks. Nsasi brings that hidden gnosis….the smell of ozone, the look of wonder. They’re always so surprised when we Know. Ha. Ain’t that why you’re here? Buen nsala.