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Voodoo Child
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Brain Food Mentor
I am
Voodoo Child. Many have known me
by other names, but they didn't really know me. That was then, and
this is now. Now is, however, the time for all good men to visit
their own minds. For self-exploration is not only healthy;
it's a necessity.
Voodoo Child's thoughts and background.
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I'm a natural born witch who practices freelance
magic--an earth witch.
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I believe a Pagan Path is the right path; hence,
"Harm Thee None Do What Thou Will".
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My most invoked Goddesses are The Virgin Mary--
yes, The Virgin Mary, and Kali Ma, the
Goddess of darkness. Kali Ma is very powerful. She is the "Mother
of Mothers".
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I believe in the law of threefold: that
whatever you send out, comes back to you three times as powerful as what
you sent--be it for good or evil. I wear and carry, at all times,
even in the flickering moments of death (sleep), Talismans and Amulets
of protection.
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I believe beyond a shadow of a doubt that by destiny
we are all brothers, and no one goes his way alone. That, which we
send into the lives of others, comes back, someday, into our own.
Henceforth, The Law of Three.
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I also believe that it is
the mind of a limited man who can spell or say a word but just one way--very
true-- but with a touch of humor, depending on the situation--very applicable on
the internet.
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Voodoo Child is a Crone, becoming more wise each
day, as waiting for Summerland (death), then rebirth: maiden , mother,
crone, life, death, rebirth, all a cycle, and an ever turning wheel.
A few Random Thoughts I have
written....
My
Cell
Written
7-26-92
My
cell, not the typical walls that bind me
My
cell, each day somehow releases me,
yet
with the same breath, holds me tighter.
My
cell consists not of bars, but of wires--long, black, and mesmerizing,
yet
intimidating at the very same time.
My
cell can hold me forever,
yet
has the power to set me free
from
the walls that confine me.
My
cell is constructed of wood, springs, cotton, and vinyl,
numbers,
wires and things of the like.
My
cell, have you not figured it out yet?
My
cell, do you not know what makes my life hell?
It
is the big brown recliner sitting in the corner of my room,
next
to the telephone connection, that empowers me,
holds
me tight, and imprisons me, yet I cannot let it go.
For
on the line, maybe someday, I'll find something
that
will set me free from......... My Cell.
Written
by Mistress Reba (one of my alter egos)
Below is a
picture that I have loved for so long. I do not know the creator of it but
adorate the person's artistic skills more than they will ever know. Thank you!
"How would I have it to begin?
With just a simple gesture, like a kind word, or the touch
of my hand."
The Witch In The Mirror: Me
The
witch in the mirror--maybe she rides upon the wind and many a face she
does bear.
Look
quickly to your left; you'll see her hiding there.
Too
late--she's gone now to seek mischief or play.
A
witch by nature; a mother by day.
I
know her well.
Could
she be me?
If
you know her, look deeply in her eyes and you'll see the witch in the
mirror
is me--So Mote It Be.
Voodoo
Child, 8-3-95
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A man in deep, inner thought.
Is there anybody out there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
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My mother Bessie, aka Mammaw, passed to the other
side on 1-8-93. Not too long after that, Voodoo Child went through
some "Changes". Voodoo Child was lost in herself, her mother was gone,
and oh how relevant these words were then:
"Ah, the book unfolds, the epic
goes on, another chapter is concluded, and the child becomes a parent."
"Mammaw" was a legend in her own time. She,
too, was a natural born witch and a self- learned philosopher, as well
as being a "High Riding Bitch"
who's legend and legacy will never die.
Words to live by: "Be True, Be Blue, But Never, Ever be
Yourself"
With thanks to my Beloved Friend Stefan...
My Love To You Stefan
even though' you don't love me any longer...
The Mistress Reba
Don't stay away so long next time!
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