on the nature of magic: flash fictions, the albino killings and conjuric interventions

FRIDAY

ran across an account of witch killings in kenya and commentary by local healer"

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"Others are skeptical the slain women were witches. At the top of a hill outside Kisii, Joseph Omache practices his craft. Omache is a shaman, or traditional healer. He throws bones and communes with ancestors to help heal physical and spiritual ailments.

"It is very painful when somebody kills another person in the name of witchcraft," he says. "Why couldn't they come to me so that I can perform my herbal potion to identify the real witch so that I can go ahead now to trap him and then we can see what to do?"

Omache says that in his 10 years of studies and decades of practicing, he has never come across a witch.

"These are vendettas. It is not that people really bewitched somebody," he says, adding he believes that "witch hunts are really about people expressing hatred and coming up with an excuse to hurt someone."

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these the type of healers highjohn need to recruit for
his worldwide afrospiritual protection society

or is that rickydoc trying to do that
wonder if brother omache got email

all my love

mganga maua




THURSDAY

man i am so deep in the zone, i tell folk if you see me its just
a mirage, just walk on by - still working that last 20 pages or so

what can i say, fixing endgame
entail fixing a lot of preceding text

that albino scene worked out pretty well actually
gon to do a series of hoodoo interventions

in sudan, haiti, brazil, somalia et al
basically enlisting afrospiritual practitioners in his vision of

blackworld destiny (and that of all humanity)

folk unhappy w/fox news referring to michelle obama
as obamas baby mama, fox do step out of line dont it

ran across this alternet review of book
the family:the secret fundamentalism at the heart of american power:

an account of a religious right secret society in the highest levels of american politics et al, the
elite of the rightwing ascendancy, inclu some folk you would not think would be involved in it

founded by some guy who preached that christanity had gone astray with all
this concern with the poor and the downtrodden, that it should concern itself

only with the powerful, and so it has, through an array of
techs like congressional power i meant prayer breakfasts, et al

that have nursed the rightwing ascendancy
book say the threat of the right wing is not what they will do

but what they have done

seem to be viable investigative reporting
instead of just raw conspiracy theory

as wouldbe founder of a hoodoo secret society,
such works fascinate me

must reading for a man who like to think
he know true power from the illusion of it

rdoc

MONDAY

enjoyed doing that last post about the guy in the bus station
that kind of observational characterwork narration

good training for the fiction eye
think im going to do more of those

got this sequence i want to work into rest where he is doing his
fantasyworld storyteller thing and supposed to have these visions

of himself as a classic hoodoo w/mythical powers and how he
would address all these blackworld issues as this mythical dr strange

kind of shaman, what if i was really a magician like in the stories
gandalf the grey and the like

so i been thinking lately have him start off visioning it, but as novel progresses
write them as if they were actually happening, him in his fantasyworld, his novel, something

i will figure it out as i do it, so anyway i see this article in the sunday times about albinos being
killed in tanzania for body parts because its believed albino bodyparts are magical

okay, so one of my missions is to bring african magic into the 21st century
to extract the weaknesses, samesame african religion

so killing albinos for magical body parts i consider to be problematic

the nyt times article here
more information here

make me shame to call myself an afrospiritual magican

so i have this vision of me showing up, when something like that bout to go down
and show those suckers some real dr strange kinda magic, where i not only stop it

but illuminate and transform in the doing

i see myself intervening down in haiti, (if the voodoos were on the case in
haiti it wouldnt be in the shape it is in now)

i see myself intervening in the sudan, in the congo,
in kenya during their recent tribulation, south africa

and all over the united states
put a new definition on

conjureman

so anyway im going to write more flashfiction observations like i did yesterday
just do the raw here but sometimes working them as passages in rest for the weary

let me do a quick raw text of this albino thing
i will clean it up later

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samuel mluge works works his way through his rice fields with a quickness that is wasteful and finally stops, that is all he will be able to do today

the rice is stubborn today and he is covered with a carapace of sweat that calms new sores rubbed raw by the long sleeves he must wear to protect his albino skin from the tanzanian sun

he imagines his wife looking down the road wondering, hoping, praying,

it would be cruel to concern her so and her world is cruel enuf without his assistance

and so with reluctance he gathers his tools and starts back to the house. - the sun has begun to drop behind the horizon and barely repressing his fear he hurries through lengthening shadows.  he imagines his wife at the sturdy door looking for him and hurries even beyond his own fears

when he sees his compound she is there in the door as he imagined she would be, her pale skin spectral in the dusk.  what on earth posses him to marry another albino.

but that was before the rumors started, before the killings began, before his albino skin became more precious to others than it ever was for him

now he must protect not only himself but his wife and his 5 fair skinned children.
husband she will say in that voice she knows irritates him, why do you stay out every evening

till the day and the neighbors are gone

the horizon is indeed empty, they have considered moving to the city but this land is all they own and it is only at night that they are left isolated - in the night that used to belong to them

barely sun down they would take the children and visit friends and sometime just walk here there it didnt matter and while the children slept they sit outside and converse about anything and everything , a story shared with the few folk in passing, often friends would gather just because it was known they would be there

samuel is rueful as he pulls thick bars across the 4 windows, they had cost money he could afford but now the windows are barred and the door is sturdy and it was worth it, this peace of mind

pays for itself but still every car that passes they wait and wonder and so they are

instantly alert when one does not pass and instead pulls to a stop outside
and they are two statues staring at each other in the dark

pales skins ghostlike impression, waiting for the voices that have begun to mark their
days, look, albinos, that skin will make one rich, i am told their genitals will bring a man luck

some claim for luck better the eye
both are good, but one will do

I did not know we had some so close by, where do they live i wonder

a tentative knock on the door, much too tentative, they do not answer.
hello in there, we know you are there, we have come for you

the knock becomes insistent, better but still no answer
the children are awake now but as still as quiet as their parents

you will anger us the voice
on the other side says

ive checked said another, the windows are
barred, is there no other way in

no no, i told you, we must go through this door, you in there, we will let you
live if you give us three of your children

from one statue a stifled laugh she cannot hold, it amuses her
that this life this skin could ever be considered lucky

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okay, i dont know about this

that ghouls bargaining outside the door i once saw that in an
achebe story - it was kinda chilling

then ima have the hoodooman show up
king of the magicians

like gandalf or dr strange, paul maudib, w/that storybook magic
on the black hand side

not only stop this tragedy but some how transform and illuminate
the moment, the participants, the culture, the tradition

this is a fantasy i sometime have, gon work it is rest
but i dont know about writing it out online

i dont mind giving up nonfiction online, cause ima 21st century literaryman
and i understand you got to give it up if you want to establish an online literary persona

but its too easy to steal online, you just highlight and copy, hell thats how i get a lot of
my online material, its the cost of doing business

as long as you moving forward, growing, working your material into book form
you still ahead of the game and evolving from the give and take

but fiction, i dont think im willing to give up fiction like that - maybe i will
do just enuf to start the passage - refine, enrich and manifest in the text

we will see

what im doing here is using my more prosaic realworld magical tools to address that blood ritual problem
in afrospiritual practice, cause im gon nip that shit, rickydoc do not approve and im gon extract

the bullshit out of afrospiritual traditions, i swear fore god and all thats holy i am
from ritual killings to animal sacrifice its all part of the same continuum and

that shit gon cease
on rickydocs shift

in the conquerors name

rickydoc trickmaster

wouldbe prophet of
the hoodoo way

thats magic
enuf for me

Comments

[rawdawgbuffalo]

u are the true shaman

[nanakwame]

well we won the first round
we will win the second also
you are right about old shamans
i am dealing in NY and Phiily
to remove the old from the vital

staying attuned as Sun Ra used to say
s_t coming down the pipes for my beloved nation
ain't going to be the same
robotics is here with the eletro-person
ain't going to be the same
4 years of slow growth and cuts