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Miss Celie’s Hoodoo: Return to Sender

“The words we use, use us”

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The Color Purple is my favorite movie of all time. There are so many scenes that resonate with me, but the one that touches me the most was the Easter dinner scene when Celie gave Mister more than just a piece of her mind! Whew! Sends chills down my spine. Finding all those letters and realizing that not only is her sister alive but her children are with her sister lit a fire in her heart. Ahh, just thinking of it makes me smile. All those years of experiencing the deep and profound loss of all she loved, now gone! Hope and joy now creeping into every crevice where pain and heartache once was.

“Something that is loved, is never lost”

Toni Morrison

Well, Mister being Mister wasn’t having none of that. He went to hit her, and Celie threw those three fingers up and he stopped mid swing. She told him, “𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯…𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭” Then she ended it by saying, “𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶”.

“It’s not the load that breaks you down, it’s the way you carry it”

Lena Horne

What she did was a spell called “Return to Sender”. She also hastened the karma that was already coming his way. Mister thought he was invincible. He thought he could do whatever to Celie with ZERO consequences. If you’ve seen the movie, you know Mister’s life quickly fell apart. Until he went and made it possible for her sister and children to return, he would continue to suffer. (“Until you do right by me, everything you even think about gon fail”).

Y’all better watch who ya knowingly mistreat, lie on, manipulate, sabotage, plot on, and disparage. You must watch who you bring hurt and harm to. Because the person on the other end might throw a Miss Celie root on ya and reverse and return that same energy you’re sending out right back to you. See, the irony is, the jail you planned for others will become your home. It’s not even a form of revenge. Because it’s your OWN energy (everything you done to me, already done to you) coming right back to you.  Miss Celie not only took her power back, but she returned to Mister the hatred, resentment, and envy he directed toward her back to him. We all have the power to do the same. As a traditional Hoodoo Root worker, return to sender is a staple ritual for me. At least once a month I gather all the negative energy, resentment, jealousy, envy, and hate sent to me by others and I return it right back to its sender. So generous right? Most times, Spirit will reveal who these people are to me. And I just shake my head, almost in pity for them. Please don’t bring no clouds round my way, because I will make it rain.

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I’ve Been Here Before: My Discovery of Past Lives

“Your past lives may hold many clues to help you navigate your future”

As a child I felt like I’d been here before. I stand in front of the mirror and stare at myself. I’d say, “this is me; I am me”. I’d repeat this over and over until I felt almost dizzy and had to stop. I couldn’t believe that I was here, again. But in church I was taught that you live once and then you die. And you either go to heaven or hell for eternity. That always seemed so…boring

“Occasionally, I think of death. I can easily believe in the disintegration of the body, but cannot believe that all I have learned, experienced, accumulated can disappear and be wasted. Like a river, it must flow somewhere”

Anais Nin

I stopped doing that weird little exercise in the mirror and put the idea of past lives out of my head. I hadn’t given up on the idea. But life started coming at me fast and when life comes at you fast, you must brace yourself to live it, struggle through it and survive it.


And then my baby was born. When she was 4, she started saying things to me like, “You’re the best mom I’ve ever had”. “I’m so happy we are together again” (and here’s the kicker), “When they took me from you and put me on the wagon, I was so sad”. I was speechless.

“What cannot be said, will be wept”

Sappho

Was my baby telling me about her past lives? And the ones she had with me? This led me to researching everything I could on past lives, reincarnation and past life regression. I learned about soul contracts, past life lovers, ancestral assignments, the Akashic Records and how birth marks can be an indication of how one died in a past life. My mind was both blown and soothed at the same time.


I wasn’t as weird or crazy as I thought. In 2017, I connected with someone who could tell you about your past life/lives. When I tell you that past life reading was life changing, it’s an understatement. Oh, how this life made so much more sense to me after that reading. Turns out, I was a slave. Twice! In my second life as a slave, I tried to escape. I was betrayed. My children had been sold from me (hence my daughter’s memory of us being separated) and I lost the man I loved. I was an herbalist and healer. I died alone…broken…

“I see it all. I feel it all. My eyes fill with tears”

Virginia Woolf

This led me to learning about past life regression. This is a way in which your higher self can visit past lives. You can unlock people, places, events, and emotions of other lifetimes. It allows you to work through that karma, heal old wounds that you carry from life to life, and make some things right that went terribly wrong.


Oh, my heart swells at learning about my past lives. It’s given me so much insight into why I am the way I am. Lawd, I couldn’t understand why I hated white folks so much. It makes perfect sense now. Why I am an herbalist in this life, why my daughter was so clingy and why I have that oddly shaped birth mark on the left side of my forehead. I used to get teased about it as a child. They said it looked like a midget had slapped me lol (it’s shaped like a small hand). It all makes so much sense. Why I’ve searched for one particular man my whole life, looking for him in every man that came my way…pieces of a puzzle finally put together.


When I was a teenager I used to listen to the Quiet Storm every night on the radio. When I first heard Teena Marie’s song, Deja Vu I fell in love.  That too now makes perfect sense. She sang, “I’m young and I’m old. I’m rich and I’m poor. Feels like I’ve been on this earth many times before…I can feel this for sure, for sure. I’ve been here before” …

Have you been here before?