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2.0 out of 5 stars
. . . ., October 20, 2005
This review is from: Vodou Shaman: The Haitian Way of Healing and Power (Paperback)
Ross Heaven was initiated into Vodou by the charlatan Mambo Racine, whom he treats with nothing but love and respect in this book. Take a look at some yahoo groups, though, and you'll see his attacks on 'Rancid.' Yes, she's a fraud, but Mr Heaven takes his spite too far. I believe he uses his references to Mambo Racine in the book -- some of which she has said are false -- to give it an air of authority. So be mindful of his 'Haitian diary' entries.
This is how he now describes his djevo experience on a yahoo group:
> Kathy [Mambo Racine] has been spouting for 2 years, without proof, that I
revealed
> djevo secrets in my book, Vodou Shaman. And for 2 years I've been
> saying the opposite and asking for evidence. None has ever
arrived.
>
> I'm getting bored of the argument and since spambo wont shut up
> about it, I've decided to reveal the secrets of her djevo here.
That
> way, when she rants on about this one again, I can honestly
> say "yep, I revealed them secrets!" - and the reason I did so is
> because spambo wouldnt shut up about it, so I guess we have her to
> thank!
>
> Now, bear in mind that these are the secrets of *spambo's* djevo,
so
> they probably bear no resemblance to what goes on in a real
mambo's
> house.
>
> I know for a fact that some of the things that *should* be taught
in
> the djevo WEREN'T (like passwords she "forgot" to tell us and
> emailed a few weeks later; and handshakes and gestures, etc, that
> were taught outside in plain daylight) - and some of the things
that
> *shouldn't* take place in a djevo (like racine smoking dope and
> teaching us tarot cards) DID.
>
> Anyway, if you decide to part with $2,500 to become one of
spambo's
> children, this is what you'll get for your money...
>
> 1. You will sleep on straw with a rock for your pillow. Under this
> straw are supposedly drawn vevers, though I saw no evidence of
this.
>
> 2. For a couple of days you will be made to lie like a foetus, be
> blindfolded, and whipped with a twig if you talk or move (an
> allusion, no doubt, to the fate of slaves under transportation).
>
> 3. Your pot tete will be behind you along with a lighted candle. A
> dove will be sacrificed on spambo's head and some of its blood
will
> go in the pot tete.
>
> 4. Your own head will be cut off - i.e. spambo will scream about
> chopping your head off and wave a machete around, then someone
will
> chuck a few rocks on the djevo roof and your candle will be
stubbed
> out on your neck. This, along with a bit of your hair and a few
> fingernails will go in the pot tete as well.
>
> 5. You will be fed "guinea food" - basically gruel with a bit of
> okra thrown in - and you will piss in a bucket. An old washer
woman
> from down the road will come in each day to fondle your penis in
the
> pretence of washing it.
>
> 6. Each day you will also wash your hands in "magical oil"
> (basically, any old vegetable oil) to strengthen your hands for
> the 'gruelling' brule zen, where you plunge your hands into fire.
In
> fact, the oil does nothing and in fact it doesn't need to since
> the 'raging flames' of a brule zen wouldn't hurt a fly.
>
> 7. On some day or another Gran Bwa will pitch up and tell you how
> wonderful racine is. One of the other Lwa may also turn up to
offer
> you tarot card readings (I'm serious)
>
> 8. After 5 days of this, where nothing is taught to you and you
are
> mortally bored and wondering why you bothered, you will be stood
on
> a chair and sworn to secrecy about it all with a machete at your
> throat, so spambo can rip someone else off without you spilling
the
> beans on her scam.
>
> 9. Spambo will, of course, forget to tell you the password, but if
> you're lucky, she may email it to you a week later. It will be in
> English (not langaj, as should be the case) and no explanation
will
> be given, nor will you be told when and how to use it. Your one-
> sentence English password will be "Even hounsis stare lightly at
the
> sun" (or whatever else she makes up at the time) - and for this
you
> will have paid $2,500.
>
> 10. Outside the djevo, you may be shown about three gestures using
> an asson (e.g. stroking it over your pocket means you have money;
> rubbing it over your ass means "kiss it" - one of spambo's
> favourites).
>
> 11. You will also be shown how to greet another Houngan
(basically,
> turn round a few times, and if he's more senior than you, kiss the
> ground in front of him).
>
> 12. You may be shown a few 'secret' handshakes. These are more or
> less normal handshakes but you extend your fingers and press on
the
> other guy's wrist to tell him your grade (2 fingers = sur pwen;
> three = asogwe).
>
> And that, apart from a few dance steps you might pick up, is about
> it.
>
> Some people reckon they got a few herbal recipes as well. I didn't
> personally, but since Honest posted these already, you know what
> they are and can see theyre mostly ripped off from Jambalaya.
>
> In other words, what happens in spambo's djevo (all these "great
and
> mystical blessings of Guinea" that spambo keeps spouting about),
is
> a big fat boring zero.
>
> What you WON'T get are the proper passwords (and, yes, there are
> more than one), be shown how to call or control spirits, taught
any
> liturgy (or why Vodou is the oldest religion, according to
> spamflaps), prayers, or songs, shown any magic, the correct use of
> the asson (or passwords for it) - or, in fact, receive anything of
> use or value - and no further teachings will follow (I've received
> nothing else from spambo - apart from BS - in the 5 years since I
> initiated with her).
>
> What you will do is lie on a dirt floor, bored, for the best part
of
> a week and maybe if youre un/lucky (depending on your perspective)
> spambo may drop by a few times if she's not too stoned to bore you
> still further with BS.
>
> If you've got a spare $2,500 lying around I cant think of a better
> way to waste it.
>
> I think that's about it, but if I've missed anything, no doubt
> someone will remind me.
>
>Oh yeah, and a decaying ferret (it may be a dove) will be
>strapped to your head for a week, its aroma marginally more pleasant >than the
>stink of racine's BS.
This made him a great Houngan, eh?
But anyway, this book provides a refreshing view of African spirituality and religion. However, his 'core Vodou' ideas, his thoughts that Santeria, Candomble, etc., are just 'Cuban Vodou' and 'Brazilian Vodou' stretch the truth -- at the very best.
Take this book with a few grains of salt.
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