|Posted by Madam Mambo on January 12, 2014 at 8:00 AM||comments (0)|
|Posted by Madam Mambo on January 6, 2014 at 2:40 AM||comments (0)|
|Posted by Madam Mambo on January 2, 2014 at 3:30 PM||comments (0)|
I started the year 2014 in Haiti. With the man I love. I had no ideal that 2013 would end the way it did or that 2014 would start the way it did. I learned the left hand in 2013, that was huge!!! I put my foes and just plain trouble making haters in black bottles. When I looked up they were gone and I laughter as I know they are in the black bottles and I heat the pwen up to keep it HOT!
I also walked into the lawyers office for settlement on my land with stacks of cash. That was a bit ghetto,lol now that I think about it. The point is my land is paid for. Some people make payments the rest of their lives. I then had a tree company clear my land. Fenced it in and added a temp greenhouse.
Here I sit in Haiti. Zaka has come to the habitat here. I do not worry, because he will return to the habitat in Delaware when there is work to do. Boukman has come with me to Haiti for indepenace day too. I brought some supplies and then got down to business. Lost my cell phone, but who cares, I am home!
i love Haiti. We Blacks still have Haiti and are marching forward. We fought for freedom and not lost Haiti. I feel my blood here in Haiti. I was born in Anerica. That is it. I do not feel my blood. Not even on the land I just brought. I have many things to carry back for the habitat. I feel a complete balance. My weight loss was all anyone would talk about. They kept saying" oh my God". I feel it in my health as we'll. my body is strong. When my god father was teaching me to make veves; he told me " Stand up! Make your body strong." That let me know my health was out of balance. In authentic Haitian Vodou, one does not sit or squat to make the verve. You bend at the waist and keep your knees straight. My body and mind are stronger, I feel it.
2014, let's do it!
|Posted by Madam Mambo on December 18, 2013 at 11:40 PM||comments (0)|
Do love spells really work? Yes! My spells do, in the 90 percentile or higher. Why leave your love life to fate? Do you leave other areas of your life to fate? Haitian Vodou is no joke. The spirit can be used in many ways to influence people. The spirit is one of the strongest powers. Even the weakest spirit is too much for the strongest man. Spirits can be sent to get a husband who has strayed and bring him home. 2014 is the " Year Of Love". Love is in the air. Work on your relationships, fix your marriage, finally marry. I ask God and the spirits to help me to help people to the best of my knowledge everyday. I use the spirits that walk with me , STRONG African spirits passed down in my DNA ; to go get that ex and bring him back. Get RESULTS or you can leave it to fate.
|Posted by Madam Mambo on June 28, 2013 at 6:40 AM||comments (0)|
We have to kill white supremacy in Haitian Vodou and African Spirituality. My Papa Kanzo said to me, " There are two assons in Haiti. The fake asson and the real asson. The whites have the fake asson. You have the real asson." I love that man.
Haitian Vodou was used to free us from whites. Do they really think we would tell them our secrets,so they can enslave us again? We have to kill white supremacy in Haitian Vodou and African Spirituality.
Whites Who claim to be and houngans and mambos were duped. They paid thousands for a fake asson and a meaningless title. Some of our major loa like loa Dutty Boukman , died fighting white supremacy. Do whites really feel they can serve him? Vodou is the hope and strength of Africans living outside of Africa, in a world designed not for our benefit.
Our spirits are bloodline specific to African blood. Some white claim to teach Vodou. They are tainting people's minds. Do not be fooled again.
|Posted by Madam Mambo on May 8, 2013 at 8:35 AM||comments (0)|
OGUN (PAPA OGOU IN HAITIAN VODOU)
The word griot in Haitian Kreyol is a food made of fried pork. In West Africa the word griot means a storyteller. I love both, lol. Good food (and a cold beer) with a good story.
Ogun is the spirit of iron, lightening, war. He is all man a sexy. Women all over are in love with Ogun. He treats women like queens and works hard to please women. There is a story about the importance of iron. The story is African. I am sure you know it, but no one tells a story they same as the next person.
From the time we are born to the time we die iron plays a role in our lives. At birth the knife used to cut your cord; iron. At death, the shovel used to dig your gave; iron. In life, the tools used to work the land so we have food to eat; iron. The pots we cook the food in; iron. The tools to hunt meat; iron. The weapons of war to defend our freedom; iron. Every day we see Ogun working in our lives. Stop and take notice.
|Posted by Madam Mambo on May 6, 2013 at 1:15 PM||comments (0)|
i believe in living.
i believe in the spectrum
of Beta days and Gamma people.
i believe in sunshine.
In windmills and waterfalls,
tricycles and rocking chairs;
And i believe that seeds grow into sprouts.
And sprouts grow into trees.
i believe in the magic of the hands.
And in the wisdom of the eyes.
i believe in rain and tears.
And in the blood of infinity.
i believe in life.
And i have seen the death parade
march through the torso of the earth,
sculpting mud bodies in its path
i have seen the destruction of the daylight
and seen bloodthirsty maggots
prayed to and saluted
i have seen the kind become the blind
and the blind become the bind
in one easy lesson.
i have walked on cut grass.
i have eaten crow and blunder bread
and breathed the stench of indifference
i have been locked by the lawless.
Handcuffed by the haters.
Gagged by the greedy.
And, if i know anything at all,
it's that a wall is just a wall
and nothing more at all.
It can be broken down.
i believe in living
i believe in birth.
i believe in the sweat of love
and in the fire of truth.
And i believe that a lost ship,
steered by tired, seasick sailors,
can still be guided home to port.
|Posted by Madam Mambo on April 24, 2013 at 9:45 AM||comments (0)|
Because they do not know what is coming AFTER! My people who have been with me from the start know my head loa is an ancient spirit who attacks and destroys the health of my enemies. He will let me see it, or make the person tell me her self. I was sent a link that I read this morning. That old fool, who goes around attacking everyone in Vodou ,and never had a kanzo is not only ill, but was shut the hell down by Facebook, LMAO. Our ancestors have our backs, always trust that. I did not have to do a thing, except tell the truth. You see for yourself who the loa love.
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|Posted by Madam Mambo on April 20, 2013 at 8:35 AM||comments (0)|
WHITE SUPREMACY IN VODOU AND AFRICAN SPIRITUALISM
It sounds funny , but there is a wicked ,and evilness that has slithered its way into Vodou. WHITE SUPREMACY. One young lady who attended a "kanzo" in Haiti held by Racine, emailed me of how she was called racial slurs in the "temple". She said she was having mental problems for the first time in her life now. There are devils hiding in Vodou. It is here as you all have seen, for they show themselves and then hide. They come all sweet (like the devil does) and ask a lot of questions, but when I ask just ONE, onne question, they run. Why? These people are a bunch of liars! They have no place in Vodou ,unless it is to wake up the sleeping. You are betraying your blood that died to end slavery in Haiti. Martian L. King's daughter stated that her dad did not take a bullet for homosexuals. Our ancestors did not fight and shed blood for the evil that is among us now. Our ancestors fought against them. Never forget that!