Magickal Mishaps!

I tested one of my charmed products on myself. That was a mistake, y’all — for realz!

I been working with herbs a couple years, now. I got inspired by Detroiter Lottie V. Spady of Earthseed Detroit (linked below). There’s plenty of science to support the physical, emotional and psychological effects of plants. I’ve been calling that shit magick but the shit is technology that my ancestors practiced. Western Supremacy has fooled us into thinking all that wisdom was bullshit.

I’ve been mixing African-American rootwork into bath and body products to serve skeptics who ain’t asking for no protection or love spells when they need a little spiritual assistance. I recently made a natural deodorant that was charmed to help the user set stronger boundaries. Of course I tested it on myself—not for the charm part, but to see if it kept me from stinking.

It did okay on my b. o. I got a bonus when my thorny ass neighbor called me. He’s been quiet since I charmed his ass a month ago. Usually, I‘d keep my distance, but something drove me right out to see him. He was arms stretched across his car like a ghetto Jesus. I’ll give him he sexy AF. He even started out sweet. As usual he was there to gripe about my damn lawn . I was ready to smile and nod, but he came right out of the blue and asked point blank if I had a problem with him. Normally, I‘d lie and say “No, you’re a great neighbor!” and bunch of bullshit. I could even feel my tongue getting twisted to find a diplomatic way to be honest.

I complimented him on his own lawn, but told him straight up I didn’t want my yard to look like his. I let him know I was tired of having this talk with him. His head snapped back like I had punched him in the face. He sure AF wasn’t used to me being that direct. I wasn’t frigging used to it. His sweet soured right quick and he went back to being the bully. I wasn’t phased. I said what I had to. When he got to threatening, as usual, I asked for clarification in a loud voice to remind him there were witnesses. I sprinkled a little black pepper and kept it moving.

I didn’t hit me (and neither did he) right away, but that was magick at work. That charmed deodorant had kicked in hard. I sent a message to the client letting know her work was on the way. I gave the client a warning and I hope she reads this. That shit is strong magick—faith, vanilla and Psalm 23—use with caution!

*UPDATE - The neighbor came back and apologized for their behavior. #strongmagick #unify #wagelove #hoodoo #rootwork works