Yesterday I spent the day feeling slightly sorry for myself. I kept looking in the mirror and seeing Quasimodo’s (the hunchback of Notra-Dame) long lost cousin looking back at me. This years allergy really did a number on my eyes with the puffiness and dark circles. I did not make a post yesterday, because of that and also because I thought that the post the day before was a worthy read, so why over shadow it with a new one. I wanted to take it easy today and wallow in self pity at not being able to look in the mirror without being frightened or shouting out “who that”, before realizing that it was me, with a different face, but the keyboard called and I responded. The post will not be a long one, I just want to share somethings that are on my mind. It has to do with a phone call I had received sometime ago and what the caller told me. I asked her permission to share her story and was granted the go ahead. I needed to highlight this, because unfortunately many people think like this lady, and you should all know the truth.
I received a call this week from a woman who related a story to me about her brother and his wife. The man is Jamaican and married to a foreigner, they live in her born land, I will not say where. The woman is very worried about the brother who is married to the woman, they have no children but the man, according to the sister is under bondage and is being mistreated by the woman. The sister’s worry is that the man is in spiritual bondage, only, she says, she cannot believe it because the woman is white. I laughed inwardly when she said so, and secretly thought, “oh wow, its a pity she has no idea”.
The man met the woman when she vacationed in Jamaica, he an older man she younger. They had an an affair, he was married then to his little country woman good up wife, and here she came a buxom blonde with piercing blue eyes, ( I describe her as this, the sister did not, lol, oonuh know mi love laugh). She went back home, they kept in touch, he found his way to her in her born land without her help or assistance, and run whey left the wife. They were together, and he got his stay, without her help, she refused to assist him with citizenship but he got through somehow, determined to be with her, and it was after that they finally married. According to the woman, her brother became this woman’s slave, and she described him as she cried. The things she told me were heart wrenching, and too much for me to write, but I will relay some.
He cut off his children he had with his former Jamaican wife. They use to call him and the new wife would become upset if he had to send money to them, of even if he was on the phone too long with them. So he cut them off, they were three of them. He stayed in contact with his mother, and when she died, he was not allowed to go, the wife family had a family reunion at the same time, and he had to be a driver for them, so he did not attend his mothers last rites. The family complained to him , via air mail and he never answered them until three months later when he called this same sister and told them his wife and her needs were first.
She, the sister said that they (the family) visited a reader in Jamaica who told them that the white woman was a “witch” and has tied up the brother very well and turn him into a zombie, so much (and I think the reader did not have to say this, but it is funny if it plays in your mind as a scene from a movie) that he washes her underwares, he was much less polite in his description however using the word drawers instead. I chuckled as she told me this, not meaning to be mean, but because I have an active mind and I glimpsed him, washing the panties, while she stood in the doorway smoking a cigarette on ruby red lipstick while watching in her dominatrix get up, long rope in hand.
It has been years since she has spoken to her brother she told me, their only means of communication is through mail, and she stopped writing him after the death of her mother when he did not show. Yet the family mourned him, and could not forget him.
Her cousin, who lives outside Jamaica, called her and told her that he called from a restricted number to briefly say that he missed his family, and that he was worried because he was not feeling well and Mumma Evil (the wife) had taken out life insurance on him. The cousin said he hung up, as she heard the wife shouting in the background, and he has not called since.
The sister says she knows of the ill treatment, but what she cannot get over is that the woman is using Obeah against her brother. Why? Because the woman is white, and according to her, she cannot believe that white people are into them “something there”. Is she serious?, this time I asked it out aloud , wanting to hang up not only at her naivety, but the fact that she can call me to help her spiritually (Black me), but in her mind, she has a hard time accepting that the wife, because of her race could have anything to do with Obeah!
I once went to an Italian lady’s house, and as I entered her front door, she had a million candles burning. Nothing wrong with that, I have a million candles burning here in my house right now also, I love candle work and can use Candles to get anything I desire, yes, I sure can, I am master of it, I do declare! What was wrong here in this woman’s house however was the order she set. She wanted to impress me with her knowledge, but she was invoking some dark energies, and she knew exactly what she was doing. Her husband was an old rich man, and he was ill, she did not tell me that she did a job on him, her candle order did. I read it as I stepped in, (I had gone there to drive out a demon she had accidentally invoked by reading a famous spell book, lol),it was a horrible creature and it stunk like holy hell. It took days for me to negotiate with it, and eventually it left, but after challenging my enemy well. I never said anything to her about her order, it was not my business, but I did caution her of things that she was doing, because the spirit she had invoked could have killed her. This is not to say that the candles she was burning would not create another set that would torment the house and its inhabitants forever. I schooled her not on that or the possibilities, and I left, but not before praying for the husband, who she told me was also a sorcerer, when he was in good health, (so what happened here, I wondered in that moment) evil set of people.
People wake up, dem love it more dan we, and will do things that we have never even thought of! Who remember the Story of Annie Palmer? The white witch of Rose Hall. I wrote of her here on this blog and of my own experience with her, read here. I will write on this more extensively one day, but for now watch this.