Voodoo Queens of New Orleans

It has come to my attention that I am face to face with death itself. And not the faceless, quiet, passive creature whose enigma encompassed most of my rituals. No—death, this time, has a face. Several faces, rather. The faces of those I have damned long ago, vengeance ripe in their rotten minds.

I am having this letter written on my behalf by a confidant of mine, only to be passed down after the event of my soon and inevitable death. I wish to confess to my crimes, both inflicted upon the living and the dead. Many here in New Orleans have come to me seeking healing, guidance, spells, incantations, herbs to heal and herbs to harm, in addition to many other things the gift of practicing Voodoo has entrusted me to bestow faithfully upon the populace. I dedicated many years of my life before my illness to teaching the practice of Voodoo—as well as the art of conjure—to those who wished to enter the power and grace of the loa. I am known as the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans, and I wish for this title to live on in other viable figures. These potential figures are aware of the current situation that awaits me. I told them not to fight the hands of fate and the presence of Papa Legba judging me for my crimes and often misuses of the sacredness of Voodoo.

Therefore, before my time ends, I shall confess to all my wrongdoings and abuses I have conjured in the name of Voodoo. In my quest for forgiveness, I confess to:

-Hexing innocents in fits of jealousy and discontentment.

-Lying about my capabilities in the practice of Voodoo and in the art of Hoodoo in exchange for compensation from the naïve and the desperate in their time of need.

-Abusing the gifts of the loa, in turn, one example stated in the first line above.

-Using Voodoo and Hoodoo interchangeably; blaspheming the Vodou gods in the name of the practice of Hoodoo, and vice versa.

-Practicing Voodoo selfishly instead of in favor of the loa.

I hope that the loa and God Almighty will have mercy on my soul; my death will be by Hezekiah's hand, I am certain, due to the horrible evil my family has done to his family. But I see the eyes of his Dread Father, Abraham- the one who bestowed upon Hezekiah the Gift of Darkness. If any of my apprentices or colleagues should find this note where I have kept it safe from the undead cult, be wary of this warning that I give:

The long years of my illness, I have been given visions by Legba. My death will cause strife and discord between our Voodoo and their

And my daughter, Marie. Should she survive the coming sacrilege, I beg that she does not become consumed by vengeance as I was. I feel those who are left will turn to her for guidance. I pray she does not lead them astray.

So, by the grace of Legba,

Should this letter be found, let it be brought to the most powerful Voodoo workers. My word must be immortalized.

Signed ,

Marie Catherine Laveau, Voodoo Queen of New Orleans.

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