This has captured my interest. Go ahead, tell more...
I'll try to keep this short as possible.
When I was a kid, one of my uncle was a " spiritual healer/ witch doctor ".
My family is very religious so this was somewhat of a shock to us.
My country, Suriname is one of those countries just like haiti that is known for having people who practises and believe in voodoo/black magic/spiritual healing, etc etc.
As a kid I always thought it was pure Superstitious nonsense when old people would warn us about certain things, until my uncle came back from the country side of the country where a lot of former run away slaves has settled and still speak either their native tongue or a made up dialect.
It was then when I was introduced to a whole other world, shit blew my mind.
He would do psychic reading for people ( without cards ).
A spirit would take over his body. Usually it was an old former slave who would drink a lot of vodka and when I say a lot I mean like two to three bottles like water.
After the psychic sessions he would chat with us for a few before leaving my uncle's body.
Told us that he was captured by the spanyards and brought here as a slave.
He was from a tribe in africa that has knowledge of how certain things worked and that many of his people fled back to africa at night by leaving their physical form.
He couldn't because he was given salt to eat or something like that.
( This is where the story about Vampires come from )
Anyways some of the shit I saw would straight drop jaws.
This guy from Aruba, rich cat came to see my uncle with his family.
Said one day he found a shrine or a doll infront of his crib and kicked it.
Couldn't walk since.
My uncle did his thing, took a half cut calabash and sucked...yes sucked..a three inch rusted nail out of his knee. ( pause )
I got posessed twice when I was younger, it's not a cool feeling.
One night my uncle chased away some bad demons from some dude who had some sores on his body that no doctor could heal.
Come to find out the demons did not quite leave the vicinity.
I woke up one night being up against the ceiling looking down at my empty bed.
I would yell and no one would hear me, unless I yelled my uncles name.
Other incident is when I was at my cousin's crib where some indian people lived across the street who had one of those bamboo flag pole shrines infront of their house.
There was always a story about people seeing a " leba " at night around that area. ( leba = demon, same as bakroe )
The true story was that the previous indian people who lived there offered one of their unborn children to become rich.
The child died and they moved away.
Next to the shrine were some stones and one day while playing with my friends over in that yard, I moved one of the stones to sit on it.
.....and so it began....
I am sitting in my cousins crib watching tv when I noticed that everything in the crib was starting to grow...
wtf...I closed my eyes and I was small as an ant...
I was scared to close my eyes...didn't sleep for days...ended up hearing voices telling me to jump off the balcony and kill my self...felt something moving my neck from side to side...I was going crazy.
grandma rushed me to my uncle, and he told us that I am possesed by the ghost of the child which the people left behind and that it followed me home because I moved it's rock where he sits.
Uncle whooped my ass with a coconut branch broom dipped in a solution of water, flowers, florida water, honey and I felt something push me back and take over my body.
Something was speaking for me, I could hear everything.
It was a demon who was bent on taking my life...long story short...I got an ass beating when he left and my uncle thought I was still possesed.
There is something called a " boey ", which pretty much is a silver/golden/brozen band that you wear on your arm.
This is an old African secret brought to Suriname by the slaves.
It will pretty much protect you from being shot/stabbed to a certain extent.
I aint fucking with it, because You will eventually died the same way you're sapposed to be protected by this " boey ".
A lot of bad bwoys wrecked havoc in my country during the 80's...cats went to war with the cops...untill this cop went to india and came back with the infamous " 10 cent on his tongue "...Game set!
He was eventually found chopped to pieces on a beach...
Here is something to think about:
Take a good look at many rich Indian and Jewish people.
Don't you realize that one of their kids is abnormal/handicap? This handicap kid is usually kept away from people.
Hard work and crime are only two ways of becoming rich...the third is to make a pact with the usually unknown.
anyways, I've typed a lot.
Many will laugh and try to ridicule, but it's out there.
