Post by Miss Lacy on Sept 18, 2012 0:59:21 GMT -5
Eons ago (that means a long-time-ago-in-a-world-far-away to you Star Wars peeps)--- at the dawn of the now-infamous Brett Favre-GB era, I was a Packer faithful and WI-born expatriate who lived abroad in Jamaica working as a business consultant to the tourist industry.
During those three years, I was exposed to many fine Jamaican traditions (food/music and *cough cough* culture). However, the most unusual “foreign-experience” I brought back with me to the States is the fine art of Obeah-- a deeply spiritual Caribbean ritual that can be used to cast out and destroy evil, but also to curse or heal, and help obtain love or money. ;D
I’m not gonna give you the whole Obeah lesson here. So, if you wanna know more, check out this on-site in-Jamaica road-trip segment from “All The Wrong Places”—the host/adventurers visit Obeah practitioners (both “dark” and “light”) and sample an array of accoutrements that can be purchased at Obeah shops in Jamaica. www.vice.com/en_uk/allthewrongplaces-2/jamaica-obeah-magic-man
Soooo—back to my story---before 9/11, I was living a blissful/carefree life on the tropical island that Christopher Columbus dubbed “paradise” (mistaking it for the “new world”—the USA mainland “proper” :rolleyes”) But to me—it was more than a 3rd-world paradise. I bought fresh fish and vegys just down the road from my home. I had high-speed DSL (in a country that still mostly operated on sporadic “dial-up service”), and I was able to wave my IT/cost analyses, executive/adm expertise, and sales/marketing finesse to “bedazzle” the Jamaican Tourist Board and a multitude of tourist-industry entrepreneurs.
Unfortunately after 9/11, I found myself just one of the thousands of service-industry businesses, who lost their main source of income—tourist revenue—during the ”no-fly-zone” winter of 2001-02. *sigh*
Anyway—since returning to the States, my Obeah customer base has seriously declined. I have not been able to target enough need/demand for overt charms/curses in the upper Midwest—besides PLEASE make it SNOW LESS.
So now, I’m just one of those many small businesses who has suffered in this economic decline, I guess. When my customers have lost hope… the brand of inspiration I pedal is much more difficult to buy-in to. But, I soldier on--- have to pay the bills. So, I branched out into writing horoscopes.
I know—I know. I feel like I’m selling out my craft for a paycheck. One day, I’m casting out bad juju and cutting off chicken heads to avert a serious crisis. The next day, I’m spinning pithy fortune cookie rhymes for the massive. *sigh*
Although, it’s been a long time since I have cast either a specific curse or a general charm---and I’m probably a little rusty—I’m gonna try.
**conjuring up a synergy of Obeah spirits to guide my astrological trip into the NFL Week 3 future**
During those three years, I was exposed to many fine Jamaican traditions (food/music and *cough cough* culture). However, the most unusual “foreign-experience” I brought back with me to the States is the fine art of Obeah-- a deeply spiritual Caribbean ritual that can be used to cast out and destroy evil, but also to curse or heal, and help obtain love or money. ;D
I’m not gonna give you the whole Obeah lesson here. So, if you wanna know more, check out this on-site in-Jamaica road-trip segment from “All The Wrong Places”—the host/adventurers visit Obeah practitioners (both “dark” and “light”) and sample an array of accoutrements that can be purchased at Obeah shops in Jamaica. www.vice.com/en_uk/allthewrongplaces-2/jamaica-obeah-magic-man
Soooo—back to my story---before 9/11, I was living a blissful/carefree life on the tropical island that Christopher Columbus dubbed “paradise” (mistaking it for the “new world”—the USA mainland “proper” :rolleyes”) But to me—it was more than a 3rd-world paradise. I bought fresh fish and vegys just down the road from my home. I had high-speed DSL (in a country that still mostly operated on sporadic “dial-up service”), and I was able to wave my IT/cost analyses, executive/adm expertise, and sales/marketing finesse to “bedazzle” the Jamaican Tourist Board and a multitude of tourist-industry entrepreneurs.
Unfortunately after 9/11, I found myself just one of the thousands of service-industry businesses, who lost their main source of income—tourist revenue—during the ”no-fly-zone” winter of 2001-02. *sigh*
Anyway—since returning to the States, my Obeah customer base has seriously declined. I have not been able to target enough need/demand for overt charms/curses in the upper Midwest—besides PLEASE make it SNOW LESS.
So now, I’m just one of those many small businesses who has suffered in this economic decline, I guess. When my customers have lost hope… the brand of inspiration I pedal is much more difficult to buy-in to. But, I soldier on--- have to pay the bills. So, I branched out into writing horoscopes.
I know—I know. I feel like I’m selling out my craft for a paycheck. One day, I’m casting out bad juju and cutting off chicken heads to avert a serious crisis. The next day, I’m spinning pithy fortune cookie rhymes for the massive. *sigh*
Although, it’s been a long time since I have cast either a specific curse or a general charm---and I’m probably a little rusty—I’m gonna try.
**conjuring up a synergy of Obeah spirits to guide my astrological trip into the NFL Week 3 future**