Post by Tukuler al~Takruri on Mar 23, 2019 17:19:09 GMT -5
How else to make "public" the private, eh?
But if you rode a Top Top transport in Haiti is not sacred.
I never participated in anything Vodoun other than Philly's Odunde celebration. It's all I know of the calendar.
I believe I had an encounter with the Orisha who is a beautiful coquettish woman. My wife at the time, ~1990, beckoned me look out the window. Our house was 1/4 mile up hill from the Hudson River. A woman was waiting to cross the street. Her age showed yet she was finely dressed in "bright" Continental attire and attitude of a 20 year old. We both laughed. No way the woman could hear us but when I said she think she --the name-- to my wife the woman turned glanced up me eye to eye with one hand on hip. I think she had a neem twig in the other hand at her mouth. The Sun glinced off thin gold chains interlaced in her head wrap.
Hey I ain't as stupid as I may seem. After that confirmation I placated the woman with proper clean male praise and recognition of her exultation. We meant no offense and didn't know she was really an avatar. How could she hear through walls 25 feet away and 12 feet up? Finally accepting apology she broke eye contact never smiled turned away to carry on her day.
My imagination running away with me, Nebsen? Could it have been her really? Was it an Egun? Was my rum too Navy, my cigar too Kali?