Several years ago I attended a spiritual church (which was actually a makeshift church holed up in the back of a botanica). Back then I was a "dance" (Jamaican party) lover and goer, but the message had come to me:"Seek Ye The Kingdom Of God And All His Righteousness and All Others Will Be Added Unto You."  And so my friends and I decided to attend the botanica church. ...

Several years ago I attended a spiritual church (which was actually a makeshift church holed up in the back of a botanica). Back then I was a "dance" (Jamaican party) lover and goer, but the message had come to me:"Seek Ye The Kingdom Of God And All His Righteousness and All Others Will Be Added Unto You."  And so my friends and I decided to attend the botanica church. ...

Since I wrote the post the Symptoms of Tying, I have received tons of emails of people who are affected by it, (read here for one of my own personal stories, this one is of my father). For people who can read patois, (it is in patois straight through) read this one, it is also very personal to me, as a matter of fact this was the second post I ever wrote on my blog. Through out my postings here on Embracing Spirituality, I have sprinkled this act of Obeah into many of my posts. It is prevalent in ALL cultures and within all societies, and it does not even have to be lovers that do it to each other. ...

Since I wrote the post the Symptoms of Tying, I have received tons of emails of people who are affected by it, (read here for one of my own personal stories, this one is of my father). For people who can read patois, (it is in patois straight through) read this one, it is also very personal to me, as a matter of fact this was the second post I ever wrote on my blog. Through out my postings here on Embracing Spirituality, I have sprinkled this act of Obeah into many of my posts. It is prevalent in ALL cultures and within all societies, and it does not even have to be lovers that do it to each other. ...

Good day to all. I have been doing some technical work to the blog and this is why I have not been posting everyday. Writing takes time to do and I can not post when everything is in action according to my assistant. ...

Good day to all. I have been doing some technical work to the blog and this is why I have not been posting everyday. Writing takes time to do and I can not post when everything is in action according to my assistant. ...

When I was a small girl living in Jamaica, I remember a woman who was the daughter of my mother's friend. The friend's name was Miss Brown and her daughter's name was Marie. People called her mad Marie. Jamaicans are very descriptive when it comes to naming people, they do it according to their looks (Black Gal Marlene, Fatty Blossom), profession (Cookie or Tailor, Gunman, Thief), or even how they act, even down to an ailment. ...

When I was a small girl living in Jamaica, I remember a woman who was the daughter of my mother's friend. The friend's name was Miss Brown and her daughter's name was Marie. People called her mad Marie. Jamaicans are very descriptive when it comes to naming people, they do it according to their looks (Black Gal Marlene, Fatty Blossom), profession (Cookie or Tailor, Gunman, Thief), or even how they act, even down to an ailment. ...

This week while teaching the online class, I went into memory of a friend I had long time ago. For the purpose of anonymity I will call her Doris. I have recounted her story here within a post before, but as it relates to the point of this story, I will retell it. The memory came back as I was telling class about how in life one thing affects the other, mostly unbeknownst to us. What one person does affects everybody else, this is the connection we all have as human beings, or I should say one of them. We should be wise to this and pay attention. Well as the story goes Doris and I met up at a friends house an older woman we will call Shirley. We all went to the same church and often times would meet at my older friends home after church to eat, and shoot the breeze. This particular day, we sat in her kitchen while she cooked, laughing and talking as usual. My older friend was a peaceful, nice, very loving woman, while Doris was half human, half she demon, though she had her fun and funny side, I liked her, hellish as she was, lol. I liked her because of this particular trait, her wickedness, yes I did. ...

This week while teaching the online class, I went into memory of a friend I had long time ago. For the purpose of anonymity I will call her Doris. I have recounted her story here within a post before, but as it relates to the point of this story, I will retell it. The memory came back as I was telling class about how in life one thing affects the other, mostly unbeknownst to us. What one person does affects everybody else, this is the connection we all have as human beings, or I should say one of them. We should be wise to this and pay attention. Well as the story goes Doris and I met up at a friends house an older woman we will call Shirley. We all went to the same church and often times would meet at my older friends home after church to eat, and shoot the breeze. This particular day, we sat in her kitchen while she cooked, laughing and talking as usual. My older friend was a peaceful, nice, very loving woman, while Doris was half human, half she demon, though she had her fun and funny side, I liked her, hellish as she was, lol. I liked her because of this particular trait, her wickedness, yes I did. ...