Buckeye Conjure

06/25/2025

(Hoodoo and Blood Sacrifice)
Hoodoo is not just roots and herbs and it is far from vegan.

Like other African-based spiritual traditions, animal sacrifice is present in Hoodoo. Trained and seasoned practitioners still perform these rituals and ceromonies to date.

Animal sacrifices are done for several reasons in Hoodoo. They are done to appease spirits, such as those residing at the "four corners of the earth," so the spirits of each coordinate will provide blessings, protection, and ensure chaos is at bay. Cleansing ceremonies, such as those with doves, pigeons, or chickens, are performed. New home ceremonies involve allowing the earth to "drink the blood" of the animal and invite blessings from the land. There is the infamous black cat bone, distinctly extracted through a particular process involving a black cat. There are recordings of crops failing due to drought, and a rooster or mule is taken to the crossroads because the spirits are "hungry" or need appeasement so they will not feed off the crops that keep humans alive or feed off the humans alone.

(Hence, high-crime corners, places, or areas. A seasoned Hoodoo practitioner would say the spirits are feeding off the people and a sacrifice should be made.)

Sacrifices are made to the earth,graves, to the base of an ancestral tree, or a tree that houses a spirit.
It is said that blood is considered life's water, extracted from the veins which are rivers of blood. Blood gives life and fuels the organs to work properly. Without it, nothing can function. Blood is a life source and is very powerful.

Please note: All sacrifices are done for a reason. Certain incantations are recited, prayers are emphasized, spirits and reasons are addressed properly. Do not attempt to sacrifice any animal without knowing how. This post is not an instructional post. There are pre- and post-rituals that accompany sacrificial ceremonies. You will not find them in a book. Also, please do not attempt to use your own blood especially menstrual for what you think is a substitute. I highly, do not recommend!

Example of the use of animal sacrifice in the initiation Zora Neale Hurston underwent to initiate under Samuel Thompson, a "Catholic Hoodoo doctor." (Note: the full elaboration isn't recorded)

"I could hear the occasional slap-slap of the water.
With a whispered chant some twigs were gathered and tied into a broom.
Some pine straw was collected. The sheets of typing paper I had been urged to bring were brought out and nine sheets were blessed and my petition written nine times on each sheet by the light from a shaded lantern. The crate containing the black sheep was opened and the sheep
led forward into the center of the circle. He stood there dazedly while the chant of strange syllables rose. I asked Samuel the .words, but he replied that in good time I would know what to say. It was not to be taught. If nothing came, to be silent. The head and withers of the sheep were stroked as the chanting went on. Samuel become more and more
voluble. At last he seized the straw and stuffed some into the sheep's nostrils. The animal struggled. A knife flashed and the sheep dropped to its knees, then fell prone with its mouth open in a weak cry. My petition was thrust into its throat that he might cry it to the Great One. The broom was seized and dipped in the blood from the slit throat and the
ground swept vigorously - back and forth, back and forth - the length of the dying sheep. The sweeping went on as long as the blood gushed.
Earth, the mother of the Great One and us all, had been appeased. With a sharp stick Samuel traced the outline of the sheep and the digging commenced. The sheep was never touched. The ground was dug from under him so that his body dropped down into the hole. He was covered
with the nine sheets of paper bearing the petition and the earth heaped upon him."

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06/25/2025

Lots of lessons with vulture medicine. Tells ya how to work it an all.

“The Vulture Who Cried for the Ones Still Breathing”

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In the wide plains of Oba Oloko, where the grass rose tall and yellow and the sun never seemed to sleep, there lived a vulture named Eshe.

She flew high.

Alone.

Always alone.

The other birds kept their distance. Even the jackals whispered behind her wings.

“Here comes death,” they muttered.

“She must bring bad omens,” said the doves.

“She never laughs,” said the monkeys. “She watches too much.”

But Eshe was not cruel.

She was just…quiet.

She saw things others didn’t want to see. And she flew where others were too afraid to go—over battlefields, drought lands, and forgotten places where silence screamed louder than thunder.

She did not kill.

She only came after.

And that made her hated.

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One season, a great sickness spread through the southern forest. Animals died in numbers not seen before. The jackals and hyenas feasted. The crows cawed with wild joy.

But not Eshe.

She did what she always did cleaned what was left behind. Took the rot. Took the smell. Took the burden.

And flew away.

But this time, the forest animals had had enough.

The antelope stood tall.

“Vulture!” he shouted. “Why do you follow death?”

“You are the shadow that chases sorrow!” yelled the hare.

“You are the curse!” cried the leopard.

They gathered and banned her from flying above their trees. From perching on their rocks. From being seen in the daylight.

“You are not one of us,” they said.

“You belong to the dead.”

Eshe said nothing.

She turned her head once, then flew away.

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Up high in the lonely air, she wept.

But not for herself.

She wept for them.

For their fear.

For their misunderstanding.

For the way they judged her by her feathers and her silence, and not the work she did for them in return.

She wept because she knew someone had to carry the burden no one wanted.

Someone had to clean what was broken.

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Weeks passed.

Then came the Great Fire.

No one knew how it started. But it spread fast—fast enough that even the fastest animals couldn’t outrun it.

Smoke filled the air.

Nests burned.

The trees cried.

And the ground turned to ash.

The birds fled.

The animals scattered.

The forest fell silent.

When it was over, all that remained was charred earth and frightened hearts.

But high above, a shadow circled.

Eshe.

She returned not to feast.

But to clean.

To carry the smell of death away.

To help restore what could be saved.

She gathered scorched feathers and dropped them into the river.

She cleared dead carcasses so flies wouldn’t breed disease.

She flew from hill to hill, checking where help was needed.

And she did not stop.

Not for praise.

Not for forgiveness.

Just because it had to be done.

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The animals watched.

Ash-covered and humbled.

They had seen the truth.

She was not a curse.

She was a keeper.

A quiet healer.

A reminder that sometimes, the ugliest roles are the most necessary.

They approached her slowly.

“We judged you,” said the tortoise. “But we did not understand you.”

Eshe blinked.

“I do not need your apology,” she said.

“But I accept your sight.”

And with that, she flew off again.

Back into the sun.

Back into the wind.

Not for recognition.

Just to carry what others couldn’t.

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Moral Lessons:
1. Do not judge those who carry burdens you do not understand.
2. Sometimes, the quietest work is the most important.
3. It is easy to condemn what you do not see clearly. Compassion begins with understanding.

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06/16/2025

Hi yall,
My names Joe, I'm the owner of Buckeye Conjure. I create spiritual goods,as well as readings and spiritual work. I'm a spiritualist and creator. I live in Ohio,but my roots go to the south. Iv been doing this for about ten years seriously, although I've always been interested in various paths my whole life. I recently felt led to start using my gifts from God to better serve my community. I wanted to stop and take time to introduce myself and say hi,and God bless ya. Thank you for reading thus and drop a comment say hi an where your from if you want.
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06/15/2025

Happy Father's day to one Spirit that always loves me and comes thru!!

Happy Father's Day to the role models of faith, the tireless workers, and the guardians of bodies and souls.

Blessed is the father who lets the Lord be his guiding hand, whose faith brings his family courage, whose wisdom comes from God, and whose children stand and honor him.

Heavenly Father,
We give You thanks and praise for fathers young and old.
We pray for young fathers, newly embracing their vocation; may they find courage and perseverance to balance work, family and faith in joy and sacrifice.
We pray for fathers around the world whose children are lost or suffering; may they know that the God of compassion walks with them in their sorrow.
We pray for men who are not fathers but still mentor and guide us with fatherly love and advice.
We remember fathers, grandfathers, and great grandfathers who are no longer with us but who live forever in our memory.
Saint Joseph, pray for all of the fathers today especially those who are in most need of God’s mercy.
+ Amen

05/22/2025

MAY 22 + Today is the Feast Day of Spiritual Warrior Saint Rita of Cascia — the Patron Saint of impossible cases, difficult marriages, abuse and parenthood + Pray for us

Like Elizabeth Ann Seton, Rita was a wife, mother, widow, and member of a religious community. Her holiness was reflected in each phase of her life.

Born in Roccaporena in central Italy, Rita wanted to become a nun but her elderly parents insisted that she be married at the age of twelve to a man described in accounts of her life as cruel and harsh. Her husband, Paolo Mancini, was known to be a rich, quick-tempered, immoral man, who had many enemies in the region of Cascia. Rita endured his insults, physical abuse, and infidelities for many years.

During her 18-year marriage, she bore and raised two sons. When her husband was stabbed to death in a brawl, Rita's sons wished to avenge their father's murder. Rita, fearing that her sons would lose their souls, tried to persuade them from retaliating, but to no avail. Accordingly, she petitioned God to take her sons rather than submit them to possible mortal sin and murder. Her sons died of dysentery a year later, which pious Catholics believe was God's answer to her prayer, taking them by natural death rather than risk them committing a mortal sin punishable by Hell.

After her husband and son's deaths, Rita tried to join the Augustinian nuns in Cascia. Unsuccessful at first because she was a widow, Rita eventually succeeded.

Over the years, her austerity, prayerfulness, and charity became legendary. When Rita was approximately sixty years of age, she was meditating before an image of Christ crucified. Suddenly, a small wound appeared on her forehead, as though a thorn from the crown that encircled Christ’s head had loosened itself and penetrated her own flesh. For the next fifteen years she bore this external sign of union with Christ. She meditated frequently on Christ’s passion. Her care for the sick nuns was especially loving. She also counseled lay people who came to her monastery.

Rita was beatified in 1626, but was not canonized until 1900. She has acquired the reputation, together with Saint Jude, as a saint of impossible cases.

02/13/2025

Ifykyk

Several zoos in the United States are getting creative for their Valentine's Day fundraisers.

Apart from animal naming, one also offers to name a pound of animal p**p after your ex and it comes with a certificate.

Would you pay for these services to mend your broken heart?



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