“Deah’s a remedy fuh ebry trouble an I hab dat remedy, fuh a spirit hab brung it tuh me.”
Madam Truth aka Ophelia Baker1
“…each day,
something that loves us
tries to save us.”
from Lucille Clifton’s poem ‘mother-tongue: the land of nod’2
great spirit in heaven,
I salute you and the spirits at your feet.
I salute my ancestors and my dead.
I salute the holy, divine and ancestral Black mothers.
I salute the holy, divine and ancestral Black fathers.
And I salute the children.
I salute the saints, spirits, gods and guides known and unknown to me––
who walk with me, who come in peace and wish to support me.
I come to you not for sickness, not for death, but for assistance;
you who walk with me, and especially those of you who love me:
I kneel at your feet to receive your advice for the collective.
here are my offerings.
“joker (heads) + 7 of spades”
what could not kill me didn’t make me stronger. but what saved me did.
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