Marie Laveau by Hoku Lani – Non-Fiction

Writer: Hoku Lani

Subject: Marie Laveau

Link: MEWE / 20.05.2022

Marie Laveau

Marie Catherine Laveau was a Louisiana Creole practitioner of Voodoo, herbalist and midwife who was renowned in New Orleans. Her daughter, Marie Laveau II, also practiced rootwork, conjure, Native American and African spiritualism as well as Louisiana Voodoo. An alternate spelling of her name, Laveaux, is considered by historians to be from the original French spelling.

@George Doremus would you be kind enough to share her connection to Mother Lilith please?

COMMENT BY XP (VIA LS666)

I am very interested in the rituals and practices of the mambos and oungans (houngan) — it has been a kind of fetish of mine since I was about eleven years old. There’s something very primitive and stirring in Vodou and when I was in New Orleans, I visited many Vodou (Voodoo) shops and, of course, Marie Laveau’s grave site. I loved all the possession, dancing, sacrifices, snakes, black magic and the worship of the evil loas … for about this go to — Vodou Dictionary

In the 70s, my eyes were opened by the James Bond movie “Live and Let Die” and in the 80s, I enjoyed beating off the “Angel Heart” … (Lisa Bonet was so fucking hot). I must go back and watch that movie again. I loved the whole “Louis Cyphre” — great idea.

Also, I have followed these ideas into stories like Zaliva and Justice and Lovers and White Witch … just thinking about it makes my cock swell … XP

 

2 thoughts on “Marie Laveau by Hoku Lani – Non-Fiction”

  1. The Swamp Witch!

    Down in the bayou where the mangroves grow,
    There’s talk of black voodoo, like Marie Leveau.
    The Swamp Witch, is legend, she has magic so black,
    That those who have seen her, have never come back.
    There are tales of the noises that come from the dark,
    Of werewolves and zombies as rough as the bark.
    The mangroves are sentinels, to where the magic resides,
    Where even a longboat has no room to glide.
    Bodies go missing from the graveyards most nights,
    And there’s always a fog shading the fireflies lights.
    The Swamp Witch is ruler and Queen of this world,
    Where souls are all taken and spines can be curled.
    A mystic by nature, a dark witch by blood,
    She lives deep in the swamp, protected by gators and mud.
    The gators respect her, they do as she bids,
    They keep watch on the waters, they are her reptilian kids.
    She keeps zombies as gendarmes, collecting bodies to turn,
    Just how black is her magic, no one can discern.
    The Swamp Witch is legend, she is as old as all time,
    The air in the bayou is as thick as the slime.
    The Cajuns say voodoo is the core of her heart,
    They avoid fishing where the mangrove trees start.
    The Swamp Witch, a legend ? Or is she truly the Queen?
    She’s the Louisiana Witch & no one survives once she is seen.

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