(Bwoy Sharlenerose meeda sidung wid yuh and listen to yuh story dem fi fi daze!!.). It is so sad, this false sense of power these human beings believe that they have. Here is a woman who is living off the reputation of her deceased spiritual mother. The mother was a well known spiritual practitioner, and the daughter has supposedly been handed the mantle, does this give her the right to misuse her supposed gift?, to lie, cheat and steal?. Women who still get a period ARE NOT SUPPOSE TO DO BLOOD SACRIFICES OF A FOUR LEGGED ANIMAL!!!!!, ALL METAPHYCIANS AND TRADITIONAL WORKERS KNOW THIS!!!!!. The energy that this brings down is too powerful!, so powerful that it will cause reproductive problem for the woman or cause severe hormonal inbalance…this is all that I will say as an explanation!!. This woman created in her mind a Kingdom and SHE was QUEEN B!!. The Haitians have a wonderful practice, but MOST are not doing the right thing because of their need to have the world believe that they hold great power. But who CAN hold great power when ALL power belongs to God!!. The Loas are not pure any more in the modern practice of Voudon, because they have synchronized them with Saints, much like Lucumi has done, with the exception that most Lucumi people has PALO MAYOMBE, that deals with the darker part of their work and so they allow the Orisha to dwell in light. The laos are separated in two, the rada and the petro. The rada are cool spirits and the petro are hot. Most practitioners make the mistake of serving both and THIS SHOULD NOT BE!!..BECAUSE THE SUN AND THE MOON CANNOT ENTER THE SAME HOUSE TOGHETHER, NOR CAN NIGHT AND DAY!!. and this is where the confusion come in, and this is why there is problems. AYE SAH!!!! SOOOO SAD SMDH!!! Sharlene Rose tell yuh story mama!
I had been at the shop for a while when I realized that something wasn’t right. I started to resent being there and the problems I was experiencing with the different people. There was another worker there with me, a young man who was an Aries as well; he was an effeminate young man…gay. He was a nice guy, just a little misled. We got along for the most part, when we were not being put up against each other. There were times when he felt like a brother to me.
He came to me one day and said you know the girl who used to work here; she told me that when you work here, Marie will slow down your work, because she feels as if when you get what you want you will leave. People would not leave if you treat them well. I remember one day I got to work, so Marie called to see who was there. Well, I was in another zone so I said nobody; you know mistakenly, there was a gentleman waiting. He had been there over two hours, I had just gotten there. We gave the man her number so he called her, she got upset. She called us and went off on a tirade. She said she is coming to the shop to whoop our asses. We were all types of bitches, and fuck us, and we were fucking with her customers and blah, blah, blah. We were shocked out of our minds, like what is wrong with this lady. She was paranoid and delusional. She would buy products, use them, and then wonder where they were, saying someone was stealing her stuff. These accusations came when it was time to get paid, because she did not want to pay all the money. She was always thinking someone wanted her power. I was at a loss because I have never in my life been on a power trip or power quest. I will never envy another person for what they have, especially spiritually, because we all have our portion. What kept me there was the worry about finding a job, and being able to make it.
One day she asked us to bring her new pictures of St Michael and Santa Barbara because the ones on her altar were faded. The young man brought the pictures and I placed them in front of the faded ones for her to do what she wanted with them. That night when her spirit came, he told me that I was getting too big for my britches, and St Michael was upset with me, and St Michael was going to call down Lucifer to chop off my head. Hold up, wait a minute, what? Brief biblical history St Michael is the angel on the right hand of God, in a constant battle with Lucifer, the devil. Where on the face of this earth could St Michael call down Lucifer to do what? Give me a break. Fear is the weapon of these people and their malevolent spirits. I was like this is crazy. So I decided to try to find a way out of there then. St Michael the archangel is the guardian angel of basically the whole world. The very idea behind what she was saying was not in my ability to conceive. The spirit was always saying we needed to keep marie happy and many other impossible things. My surprise is when she even made her customer cry. She wasn’t crying because of revelations she was receiving, but because marie lit into her so bad about some money issue. There was a man that was calling all the time, he had come in to do his work, didn’t see any results and wanted his money back.
I don’t know what was going on in that shop, but the people would give her money to buy the goats for them to do their sacrifice, the goats would just die or disappear. We came to work one day, and the goats were just dead. Women, I’ve since been told are not able to make sacrifices with goats. This may be the reason why these people would have to make sacrifices over and over again. There was one guy that had to sacrifice like five goats, I said to her well what the hell did he do. A sacrifice is a big thing, with her it was more like a big money thing. She looked at me one day and said, this shit you have to keep coming back. Every time I helped with these goat sacrifices something went wrong. I decided I wasn’t doing that anymore. We did sacrifices on birds; the other guy would go get the bird, one day he wasn’t there, so she told me to get it. Oh no, I was like what? She said get it Sharlene, I nearly died, I had went a while without having to do any of that, I more thought of myself as a little customer service rep. the animal thing was taking me way out of my element, and she would laugh at me, because she said I was trying to do it in a stoosh manner. None of these were bad people, per se, however they all have the potential to be crazy based upon what they work with, the malevolency.
The Baron spirit was what Marie worked with, the keeper of the cemetery. I had been there about a month, when I stayed over a little bit later than usual. I had been hearing about these nightly visitations, but never experienced it, so one of the regular patrons that came mostly at night asked if I wanted to chip in on the champagne. I was sitting out front when; they said the baron wants you. I went into the room, and sat in the chair, the voice coming out of her mouth said, oh so you are one of them that do not believe. I said I do believe, but my heart sometimes really does not. The manifestation of this spirit was smoking a cigar by putting the lit end in the mouth, the manifestation asked me if I would like to try doing that, I said didn’t really want to try but I would do it. It laughed at me. The spirit said we brought you here for a reason, we see that you love Marie, and you care about her, this was because of things that I do not want to talk about here. I want to uphold the dignity of Marie, even here. Let’s just say, there were things I had to change for her privacy and to show proper respect. Maybe I’ll talk about that, but not right now. Most people, who have been to the shop, would have an idea. The spirit told me they wanted me to handle the money part and things of that nature, and how to basically run the shop. I must say, I have never in my life came across a money hungry spirit like this one. I have never been around any spiritual person, whose spirit was so concerned about money.
So every night the spirit would come, the people would buy bottles of rose champagne for the spirit. We would all drink and get readings or instructions and things of that nature. After a while, I got my own place and sent for my kids from Jamaica. I have two daughters, so I asked to change my hours of working, so I would be able to spend time with them. She refused and was angry too, that is where I started to feel resentful. When I had first got there, the girl who was working said she had to leave because her husband in Jamaica had received an inheritance and she needed to relocate. I sat back, and my spirit began to show me, this girl was not gone anywhere, she had made up a story, to get away. I started to think about how I would get away because my spirits showed me my time there was coming to an end. I must confess I didn’t believe in what I saw, and there wasn’t anything going on, as far as my problems. I was just there.
Marie had an obnoxious daughter who was also a tyrant, she was never too bad with me, and however she treated the other workers in a bad manner. She would talk to me and give me encouragement. She would give me hints about what I was dealing with. She said her husband asked her how is it that she never gave me a bad time, she said she recognized that I was a child of God, and she knew what that meant. She told me every time I came into the shop; I needed to pray because I was entering the belly of the beast, because the shop was rife with confusion and jealousy. I saw these things for myself, and I wanted out. I decided to concoct a story to tell her as to why I had to leave. She was upset, and angry. She told me she didn’t believe me, and didn’t want to let me go, I went one night and never returned, stopped answering their calls, and put them behind me. She tried to put fear in me, as to why I shouldn’t leave. After a while of being there, my spirit had started asking me, are you tired of being here, because I’m tired of being here. I had to leave because I didn’t want my spirit to abandon me. I didn’t leave because I had found someone who told me to leave. My spirit got tired and decided this is it. Once again, I did not know what I was going to do, and how my kids and I would make it, but I let go and let God. She did not fight me either, and she didn’t do any of the vindictive things I thought she would. She let me go. I found a job a month later and moved into a phase where things started to get a little better, I struggled, but I survived Marie rose. Reply Forward