Looking back into my life, I am amazed at all the signs that showed themselves to me, that I were to be who I am today. As a child growing up in Kingston, Jamaica, although afraid of them, I was fascinated by ghosts/duppy stories being told by the elders on our veranda at nights. Stories of rolling calves (this is a particular kind of ghost that we talk about in Jamaica), De Laurence, and if Miss Mary next door obeah her sister and gave her "foot." Conjuring these memories as I write makes me laugh as I could see myself sucking my thumb and sitting on my mother's lap, covering my ears when the conversation came up about duppy. Although I only pressed my hands gently over my ears, not entirely covering them, so that I could still hear them talk. Yes, I was an odd child; and what fed my curiosity, I believe, the most, was my fascinating mother. In my mind as I look back on her, growing up, she taught me many things without actually having me as a student. I watched her and listened to whatever she would say. Out of all her children, I was the one who was unknowingly interested in everything and all things spiritual, possibly something innate within me, who knew who I were to be, told me to pay attention. ...

  Looking back into my life, I am amazed at all the signs that showed themselves to me, that I were to be who I am today. As a child growing up in Kingston, Jamaica, although afraid of them, I was fascinated by ghosts/duppy stories being told by the elders on our veranda at nights. Stories of rolling calves (this is a particular kind of ghost that we talk about in Jamaica), De Laurence, and if Miss Mary next door obeah her sister and gave her "foot." Conjuring these memories as I write makes me laugh as I could see myself sucking my thumb and sitting on my mother's lap, covering my ears when the conversation came up about duppy. Although I only pressed my hands gently over my ears, not entirely covering them, so that I could still hear them talk. Yes, I was an odd child; and what fed my curiosity, I believe, the most, was my fascinating mother. In my mind as I look back on her, growing up, she taught me many things without actually having me as a student. I watched her and listened to whatever she would say. Out of all her children, I was the one who was unknowingly interested in everything and all things spiritual, possibly something innate within me, who knew who I were to be, told me to pay attention. ...

When I met Mr. Mitchell one of the three wonderful mentors who helped me along my path, read here, I was in awe of his divining skills. He was a christian man, a Bishop, but he had a remarkable gift, one that although he worked it, he never fully embraced it. I believe because he use to curse his eguns (spirits of the dead, or ancestors, his messengers, non physicals). Let me be as clear as I possible can in explaining him to you all. He always told me that anywhere I went and heard spiritual people ringing a bell "ah duppy/ghost dem ah call". He did not want to have anything to do with the dead, and at the time I did not understand why. Unfortunately it was because of his religion, christianity, o ma se o (what a pity)! I work with them, Eguns, all the time, since I am not under the restraints of Christianity whey love frighten people outta dem clothes (scare their followers) with no explanation as to why people must forget dem ole granny after she die and run har when she come around, why? Jesus had a body, was alive, died and is now venerated and worshipped, he is an Egun! A deified one, but one nevertheless. Can we say hypocrisy! ...

When I met Mr. Mitchell one of the three wonderful mentors who helped me along my path, read here, I was in awe of his divining skills. He was a christian man, a Bishop, but he had a remarkable gift, one that although he worked it, he never fully embraced it. I believe because he use to curse his eguns (spirits of the dead, or ancestors, his messengers, non physicals). Let me be as clear as I possible can in explaining him to you all. He always told me that anywhere I went and heard spiritual people ringing a bell "ah duppy/ghost dem ah call". He did not want to have anything to do with the dead, and at the time I did not understand why. Unfortunately it was because of his religion, christianity, o ma se o (what a pity)! I work with them, Eguns, all the time, since I am not under the restraints of Christianity whey love frighten people outta dem clothes (scare their followers) with no explanation as to why people must forget dem ole granny after she die and run har when she come around, why? Jesus had a body, was alive, died and is now venerated and worshipped, he is an Egun! A deified one, but one nevertheless. Can we say hypocrisy! ...