SpiritMaa

somebody from my michigan hometown in the corner store... somebody from south texas staying in my guest house... someone from the bay islands talking to me on the street.... new orleans just keeps circling around and around the signposts of my life... and yesterday a huge painting of kali ma in the local healing center.. Ma is here too???

the huge blue sparkling sculpture of yemaya with eyes staring back at me was more what i expected. or the multi-skull painted fence as i walked down the alley to the voodou ritual... inside, the sparkling sequined altars to the loa - full of as many skulls as i've ever seen.... i knew the ritual was dedicated to erzulie dantor, the loa syncretized with the black madonna of poland, but seeing her image on the walls of the temple - an image familiar to my grandparents - was calling me home... i listened to the initiates summoning the spirits in haitian, and watched the mambo priestess drawing cornmeal mandalas on the floor... i danced and swayed in the heat - as we circled the altar and asked the spirits to turn away the hurricanes... the more i looked at the sacred symbols, the more altered i became... the energy started building, and my guides were the guardians at the gate... i felt my hands vibrating, and my dance step changing... trance was close - i could feel spirit knocking on the door to come through... i sat down and let the kriyas happen... my head was vibrating... there was ONLY love... though i didn't get ridden by the spirit - not quite...it was close, and welcome.