A simple ritual cake
My Aunt Betty from New Orleans
Would make for special ceremonies
I like to bake this cake and share it amongst
Other women….after performing Moon rituals
To honor ourselves in the Goddess~
The eating of the cake is not only delicious but symbolic of the deliciousness you wish to see in yourself and others….Once, after a beauty ritual spell for oshun…..some other women and I , fed this cake to each other to celebrate and honor the beauty in one another….it was very beautiful as well as healing……Add a glass of Honey wine….and prepare yourself for a glorious night~
I cup of wholeflour
I tablespoon of cinnamon
I tablespoon of honey ( I always have a little taste of the honey to honor Oshun before adding it to the mix)
1 tablespoon of vanilla
I pinch of nutmeg
¼ teaspoon baking powder
butter, milk, water and or 7up optional
just enough to make the desired consistency
just mix well
No one knows how long she’s been down there…or how long her octopus like fingers craved for the touch of soft human flesh, to hold such beauty, would be delicious indeed. But she can only crave for it. A wild savage hunger for such things that many take for granted, she was thrown into the sea, many long moons ago, by a man, whose name our tongues cannot spit or remember.
See, she was not like the other women….oh no…..she walked with the grace of a gazelle…..hips swinging like doors, you would wish to open and the curl of her lips, would charm the hiss from a snake……this kind of woman had to be caught…..tamed……and broken in like a crazy horse…… but this no man could do …not even the one whose name binds our tongues…so she had to be put to death… how could he do that to her ….forced her to walk the plank, with her hands tied behind her back, in thick knotted rope…….but die……she did not……..
For this was an unusual night, even the moon hung in the skies differently….It was as full as a young maidens bosoms and red like Africa’s clay….
Witches came out of their hiding places…unleashed from their clothing and danced the forbidden dance. Under the glowing cherry moon and became things…. Howling things…. .Creature like things…. but he knew not. …
Just then, right before he pushed her off the plank…She heard the wild chants of these witches drumming in her blood. Although they were moons apart, she could feel their hands crawling onto her skin like War Ants…..Her eyes fixed to the light of the stars… … lost in a trance…. summoning something ancient… She let out a hurling scream so frightening, all the fish in the water stood still…
No one knew of what she was becoming and because of the fierce powers that was brewing within her souls cauldron. The waters had to take her before she released a mighty wrath upon the earth. She was swallowed deep down in the throat of the sea, where no fish swam. This should calm her for a while, but Oh, how lonely she must have been in that dwelling place…but she was alive…
But cursed to know not Love, to taste not the nectar of a kiss. This would be her hell, unless a man, whose name does not matter, could offer her the one thing she hungered for the most….love. …..It is he who could lift this curse and free her from this watery prison, and oh, how much she has thirst for this kind of Love. A real tangible love, one that could feed her and make her heart birth diamonds while blanketing the sea that enslaved her….She waited for moons and many more moons for the men to come…and oh, did they come….They offered her flowers….Sweet honey and jewels but all of them would soon prove to disappoint…..Then the waters….that were once filled with shiny beautiful things, were now floating with bones …..
Did I forget to mention… If his heart is pure, she would offer him treasures unknown to man. She would unearth the secrets of the Gods…. She could bestow these favors onto him but if she finds a rust in his heart …a blemish in his kiss…or the slightest chill from an embrace, then but only then, she would become the nightmare of a million treacherous Seas.
She would carry his body down into her underwater castle and take his heart with her teeth. Then she would sing an enchanting siren song as fish swam to meet at her feet….and with the bat of a lash, she beckons them to eat of his sweet flesh like black crows on carrion. After this feast, the bones would be left for her, and oh, how the bones began to float across the skins of the sea. But, why would a man, with any name, play such a dangerous game with a Sea Witch.
They have cursed her long ago and now she curses them, with a promise of treasures. But the greed of man has always outweighed the need for love and so there will always be bones. Bones enough to make a throne for her. Bones enough to make the crown for her. Bones enough to cloak her skin, as she swims the places of the dark murky seas, where no fish would swim hunting for honey.
Soon, another man came fishing, his name just at the tip of my tongue…. He bows at the bed of the sea whispering…. Aje omi…Aje omi….Aje omi ….But she has grown so tired of this game and had enough bones to make a thousand temples….but that savage hunger for love began to shake alive in her again…her octopus like fingers began to dance and her lolling tongue began to thirst for the taste of sweet love….even just a drop of it.....would feel so good swimming in her belly….
Just maybe….possibly maybe…he could be the one. She rose from her aquatic grave on two mermaid fins… .What a magnificent sight to behold…The sighting of the Sea Queen…. Her long dreaded mane adorned with seahorses and Starfish…. Ahhhh…..the enchanting aroma of cinnamon and roses when she knocked his door….Thump….Thump….Thump….
He married the Sea Witch… signed his name in blood......and for many moons life was delicious
But, why could it not stay this delicious…. When her skin became like clams….dried up like prunes…..and her teeth grew jagged knives like piranha ……and this man did the very same thing as the last man…maybe that’s why their names are hushed, because once they saw this ugly creature in their bed…all the love that was promised, flew away on the wings of invisible birds…
Why could they not love her like this she wept…she never understood the coldness of these nameless men….Is it not because of them she wilts, like a dying flower…but they all waited, for what they thought would be her death…. they could have saved her…. But they were all too selfish or too stupid to medicine her soul….……what did she need……Water……she needed to be watered ….but as she lay poetically in bed all creature like …..…He became mad like a pirate and robbed her of all the treasures..……
But, just as his foot almost made it out the door,
He saw one last shiny jewel, that lie twinkling in her soul…maybe he was possessed….have not he thieved enough….must he take the light from her…. Oh, yes, he must have that too and as his crooked five fingers reached for it, Her eyes lit up like lightning … legs became like a Scorpion Tail …Hands became like crab claws.
She snatched that man, whose name I almost remembered, carried him on her back, down into the sea where no fish swam…. But where the waters were black like Tourmaline and she waited for the howl of the moon and just like that she took his bones…...
A haunting story by Shine Blackhawk
Written on a full moon with an elephant heart~
The longer one stays in hell
The deeper the burn
Flesh turns to char
Does skeleton learn
The wild enchanted dreaded mane, three silver Indian nose rings, adorned abundantly in crystals and stones, tattooed cheeks in ritual ink of the pagan symbol of crescent moon and three teardrops which means Goddess blessings…..A native American medicine bag around her neck and a mojo in her pocket….…..born to a mother of New Orleans with roots in Haiti and Senegal. “it’s in the blood” …..Shine Blackhawk was named by a lakota chief in a peyote ceremony where many gifts were spoken upon her. She currently resides in Bronx, new york practicing the craft as a solitary witch…….using crystals, feathers and sacred chants as her medicine.