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Tuesday, July 17, 2012

FAST LUCK INCENSE

How to make active and powerfull incenses?

FAST LUCK INCENSE - Voodoo secrets.

Wood Base 32 Ounces Olibanum 16 Ounces Sandalwood 8 Ounces Myrrh 4 Ounces Cinnamon 8 Ounces Orris Root 4 Ounces Bouquet X 135 2 Ounces Saltpeter 4 Ounces Color Yellow 4 Ounces
 
MONEY DRAWING INCENSE

Wood Base  32 Ounces
Olibanum  16 Ounces
Sandalwood  8 Ounces
Myrrh  4 Ounces
Cinnamon  8 Ounces
Orris Root  4 Ounces
Bouquet X 143  2 Ounces
Saltpeter  2 Ounces
Color Green  2 Ounces

Monday, May 7, 2012

Five Money Drawing Spell

The purpose of this spell is to attract money. Gather the following items:
Bowl
Three coins
Place a small bowl in a place you will see every day. While holding three coins in your dominant hand say:
Trinka five, Trinka five
Ancient Spirits come alive,
Money grow and money thrive,
Spirits of the trinka five.
Toss the coins in the bowl. Repeat daily for nine consecutive days until you have the money you need.

Friday, April 20, 2012

Enemy be gone

1. Purchase an all purpose Voodoo doll or make a Voodoo doll to represent your intentions.
2. Write a statement of purpose. “I am here to banish negative influences from my life. Right now, (name) is exerting an extremely negative force upon me. I ask for the Manman Brigit and Baron Samedi to assist me in
banishing these forces and eliminating his/her destructiveness”.
3. Put the statement inside the doll.
4. Take the Voodoo doll somewhere far away from your home, dig a hole, place the doll in the hole, burn it, and bury it in the hole. As you burn the doll, say: “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, Enemy be gone, far away you
must!”
5. Cover the remains of the doll with the dirt. Thank the loa by leaving black coffee on the spot where the doll is buried. Leave the place without looking back and do not ever return to that spot.

Friday, January 20, 2012

Voodoo Revenge Spell

Voodoo Revenge Spell

Ingredients:


Cloth or sponge

Mugwort
Clay
Red paint
Pins
Blank chart paper
String
Black candle
Lemongrass oil
Bottle
Drink

Procedure:


Make a cloth or sponge doll of the person against whom you seek revenge.


Dip the doll in a pot of mugwort. Coat the doll with clay. Paint it red.


Stick pins into it and with each pin say the following,


“May the vengeance in my heart,

Sting you like a poisoned dart.
Like a cripple may you live?
Until I so wish.
And like a vagabond may you wander,
Like a trembling gasping fish.
Dead or deaf, mute or maim,
May the higher powers grant my every passionate claim?”

On a blank chart paper, write the revenge you want against the person concerned and their name. Wrap the doll in that paper and fasten it with a string. With a black candle dipped in lemongrass oil, set it on fire and chant the spell until it is reduced to ashes.


Collect the ashes in a bottle and cork it well. Mix the ashes into the drink of the person and feed it. The intended revenge shall begin to show its effect within twenty-four hours of drinking the ashes.

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Blessing Gris Gris Voodoo

Blessings Powder
• Lavender
• Jasmine
• Sandalwood
• Magnetic sand
Grind herbs, add magnetic sand, and add to a base of rice flour or corn starch.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Money spell - Voodoo Gris Gris

Money Drawing Powder
• Cedar
• Patchouli
• Galangal
• Ginger
Grind herbs and add to a base of rice flour or corn starch.

Voodoo Gris Gris

Algier’s Fast Luck Powder
This powder is used when you need luck in a hurry.
• Wintergreen oil
• Patchouli
• Cinnamon
Grind herbs and add to a base of rice flour or corn starch. Mix in a few
drops of Wintergreen oil.



Monday, December 26, 2011

GAMBLING LUCK SPELLS

Lucky Gambling Mojo
To be lucky in gambling, make a mojo bag that contains a John the
Conqueror root, a dime with your initials scratched on it, and a lodestone
dressed with magnetic sand. Carry it in your pocket when gambling.
 
To Win at Every Game One Engages In
This spell comes from John George Hohman's (1820). The
Pow Wows book is a collection of magical formulas and veterinary recipes of Germanic origin and has had a big influence on hoodoo.
Tie the heart of a bat with a red silken string to the right arm, and you will win every game at cards you play.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

THE VOODOO QUEEN

 THE DEAD VOODOO QUEEN
The New York Times -  June 23, 1881

MARIE LAVEAU'S PLACE IN THE HISTORY OF NEW ORLEANS
The early life of the beautiful young Creole - the prominent men who sought her advice and society - her charitable work - how she became an object of mystery.
New-Orleans, Jun 21 - Marie Laveau, the "Queen of the Voudous" died last Wednesday at the advanced age of 98 years. To the superstitious Creoles Marie appeared as a dealer in the black arts and a person to be dreaded and avoided. Strange stories were told of the rites performed by the sect of which Marie was the acknowledged sovereign. Many old residents asserted that on St. John's night, the 24th of June, the Voudou clan had been seen in deserted places joining in wild, weird dances, all the participants in which were perfectly nude. The Voudous were thought to be invested with supernatural powers, and men sought them to find means to be rid of their enemies, while others asked for love powders to instill affection into the bosoms of their unwilling or unsuspecting sweethearts. Whether there ever was any such sect, and whether Marie was ever its Queen, her life was one to render such a belief possible. Besides knowing the secret healing qualities of the various herbs that grow in abundance in the woods and fields, she was endowed with more than the usual share of common sense, and her advice was oft-times really valuable and her penetration remarkable. Adding to these qualities the gift of great beauty, no wonder that she possessed a large influence in her youth and attracted the attention of Louisiana's greatest men and most distinguished visitors. She was the creature of that peculiar state of society in which there was no marrying or giving in marriage; yet they were not like the angels in heaven.
Marie was the descendant of an old slave woman on her mother's side on the other had the best French blood of Louisiana coursed in her veins. She was born in the golden days of Spanish Louisiana, just at the time when the gallant boy-Governor, Galvez, co-operating with the struggling colonies in the East, had driven the British out of the Gulf of Mexico. She was 19 years old when the flag of freedom was unfurled from the flag-staff of the Place d'Armes, the flag that brought with it new prejudices against old social customs and the Black Code, which made marriage between black and white a penal offense, while the interblending of the races with a matter which the law left uninterfered with by any statutory prohibition. This beautiful, bright-eyed intelligent little Creole, while the men who made New -Orleans famous in those days were almost in daily attendance upon her, admiring her charms and enjoying conversation was lead to the altar by Jacques Paris, a carpenter of her own color. The ceremony took place at the St. Louis Cathedral. Pere Antoine officiating, and Mazereau the brilliant leader of the Bar being one of the witnesses. The union was short and a happy one. When Marie had been wedded only one year, Jacques suddenly disappeared and as no one knew where ha had gone or what had become of him, she was left neither wife nor widow. After waiting a year and still no tidings of the missing Jacques, she consented to the be bride of Capt. Christophe Dominique Glapion. The latter seems to have been a man of much character and served with distinction throughout the war of 1815 as ordinance officer in d'Aquin's gallant San Domingo battalion. When a peace was established, Marie became more sought after than ever. She lived all her life in a little adobe house covered with red tiles, situated n St. Ann between Rampart and Burgundy streets. It was built by the early French settlers 150 years ago. Not a brick was employed in its construction. The walls were formed of a peculiar combination of clay and moss. The entrances were made very low and the panes of glass in the door were of small size and peculiar make. When this interesting residence was erected, it stood on the very outskirts of the town. Rampart street was then a wilderness, and later it became a line of intrenchment. At that time the cottage was considered the handsomest dwelling house in the place. All the other houses then existing have been torn down and more modern buildings sprung up, so that the quaint Laveau mansion, with the high, half-broken-down fence in the front and the branches of several ancient trees peeping over seems a relic of the New-Orleans of long ago.
In this place, Marie received the celebrities of the day. Lawyers, legislators, planters, merchants all came to pay their respects to her and seek her offices, and the narrow room heard as much with and scandal as any of the historical salons of Paris. There were business men who would not send a ship to sea before consulting her upon the probabilities of the voyage. Marie entertained her guests in royal style. Her cuisine was excellent, and all who possessed characteristics entitling them to more than ordinary consideration were welcome at her table. Those who came from the parishes or other States were compelled to take up their quarters under her roof, for she would allow no other house to be called more hospitable than her own. Coming in daily contact with the best informed men of that period, and possessing a remarkably retentive memory, it is no wonder that she acquired a large store of valuable information. She was by no means backward in delivering her opinions and as her predictions nearly always came true, and the course she suggested generally proved the wisest, Marie soon possessed a larger clientele than the most astute and far-seeing legal counselor. And it was not alone for advice that men and women of all conditions called on her. Her skill in medicine, already referred to, and her ability as a nurse made her desirable at the sick-bed. Marie had a large, warm heart and tender nature and never refused a summons from the suffering, no matter how dangerous the disease. Wherever she went, she labored faithfully and earned life-long friends. During yellow fever and cholera epidemics she proved herself a noble, disinterested woman going from patient to patient administering to the wants of each and saving many from death.
People were not all as enlightened and unprejudiced as they are now, and failing to understand how she arrived at her conclusions, they could imagine no better source than Voudouism. At first she encouraged this idea and delighted to cover her actions with a n air of mystery. Nurses would frighten their charges into silence by the mention of the name of the Voudou Queen, and the children thus grew up in fear of her. Many older people had more real cause to dread Marie. There were very few secrets of any nature which she did not know. Wherever there was a skeleton in the family closet Marie held the key. But she was true to the confidence reposed in her and did not turn her knowledge to any unjust advantage. She knew of many proud homes where a whisper concerning the taint of colored blood would have spread consternation, but she was silent and did not even extort money for not overthrowing their standing in society. She was often placed on the stand to testify concerning such matters but no threats of imprisonment could force her to unseal her lips. It was only where the family had become haughty and arrogant and were cruel and brutal to their dependant that she told all she knew, and her disclosures brought terrible disgrace upon those who had called forth her wrath. In moment of passion she shrieked out imprecations and curses and her relatives say, and tremble and they tell it, that even when she launched the doom of death against those who had merited her displeasure, her words came true, the victims expiring with frightful agonies at the stated time.
Capt. Glapion died on June 26, 1855 leaving Marie who had been the mother of his 15 children to mourn his loss. His death caused a great change in her life, and she turned to the Church, which she never has been accused of deserting, for consolation. Not only did she increase her own devotion, but loved to bring others into its bosom. Marie would often visit the cells of the condemned and turn the thoughts of those soon to be led out to atone for their crimes to their Saviour. Her coming was considered a blessing by the prisoners because if they could only excite her pity her powerful influence would often obtain their pardon or at least a commutation of sentence. About five years after the death of her husband she became ill and was some time confined to her bed. As she grew older her ills increased and finally she could scarcely leave her bed. She lay in a large old-fashioned walnut bedstead. In the front room of the little house which she had never left and in which her mother had lived before her. When her eyes opened in the morning, and before their closing at night, they rested on sacred pictures and crucifixes. She erected an altar in her room and was tapers were kept burning night and day. Although no more of the gay scenes of her former years were enacted in the house, it was still open to all comers who were welcome to food and lodging. She gave advice with the same willingness as ever, and never ceased in her endeavors to accomplish good. She had through her practices acquired some money, which she invested in property, the revenue of which, and the contributions of people she had befriend, served to support her in her declining years. She lay in her bed through many long days, bearing ill-will toward no one, listening to the conversation of the unfortunates who crowded her yard, for they had but to push the gate and enter, and were never disturbed.
Marie always remained true to the people of her section and during the war of rebellion she did all in her power to assist the Southern interest, biding and caring for the devotees of the "lost cause" and their property at the risk of her won goods and liberty.
Before her memory became weakened by age and illness, she was full of arch reminiscences which she delighted to relate to those who understood how to question her. A favorite subject with her was the life of her father, to whose picture she would refer her auditor. He was greatly honored and served in the Legislature of the State. She spoke of a visit of his to San Domingo and a breakfast, which he gave there upon which he expended thousands of dollars. She alluded in touching terms to Gov. Claiborne's young Tennessee bride who died soon after her arrival here, and was carried with her dead babe upon her bosom to a lonely grave in the corner of Old American Cemetery.
Mazereau was a favorite of hers. It being said by some that he was one of the most ardent of her youthful lovers. Sometimes she told of the strange little man, with the bright, glittering eyes, Aaron Burr, who spoke so pleasantly, while he was so dangerous. He sought her out and enlisted her sympathy the day after he came ashore at the levee, and though she thought him a strange, bad man, his future history always concerned her, and she eagerly sought news of his movements. She was proud of her interview with Lafayette, who, when he visited New -Orleans, over 50 years ago, called a her house and printed a warm kiss upon her forehead at parting. Marie Laveau was one of the band of colored people who escorted to the tomb, long since dismantled, in the old Catholic cemetery, the remains of the scarred and grizzly French General Humbert. The hero of the Castelbar was often a visitor at her house and she was rich with antecdotes concerning him. The pious Father Antoine, of blessed memory, met her often at the bedside of the dying, she to ease their sufferings during their last moments in this life, and he to give hope of salvation in the life beyond.
Marie Laveau, one of the most wonderful women who ever lived, passed peaceably away. Her daughter Mme. Philomel Legendre, the only survivor of all Capt. Glapion's children, who possessed many of the characteristics of her mother, Mme. Legendre two pretty daughters, ministered to the old lady's last wants. She died without a struggle, with a smile lighting up her shriveled features. She was interred in her family tomb, by the side of Capt. Glapion. In the old St. Louis Cemetery, and with her is buried the most thrilling portion of the unwritten records of Louisiana. Although Marie Laveau's history has been very much sought after, it has never been published. Cable has endeavored to portray her in the character of Palmyre in his novel of the "Grandissimes." The secrets of her life, however, could only be obtained from the old lady herself, but she would never tell the smallest part of what she knew, and now her lips are closed forever and, as she could neither read nor write, not a scrap is left to chronicle the events of her exciting life.