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Out of Element

I walked away with my soul questioning my common sense

And as she disappeared in the distance

I was a butterfly turning into a caterpillar

A Zebra with spots, a bird that dives to the bottom of the ocean

A man with legs for arms.

I felt like i had dove into the ocean

But was swimming in outer space

And as i walk away, i knew i was walking on quicksand

But i was stepping on the surface live Jesus walking on the ocean

 

 

 

 

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43th Installment of La Diablesse Sunday

43th Installment of La Diablesse Sunday

Looks like Ian’s time is near. They are preparing him for something. First the potion and then the ceremonies. Will this ladies satisfy Ezulie Freda, will they be set free from this life of limbo, come back Sunday to find out.

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42th Installment of La Diablesse Tune in tomorrow

42th Installment of La Diablesse Tune in tomorrow

Ahhhh I see Ian is getting a lesson in how the La Diablesse came to be where they are, oh yes, its getting closer to the time when they will use him for their own devices.

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39th Installment of La Diablesse

I was still walking when the darkness of night descended on the cave like a storm cloud on a rainy afternoon. One of the La Diablesses came in and lit all of the torches floating from one torch to the next like a nun in church. I started to pursue a conversation but before I could drum up enough courage to approach she was finished with she task and glided out the cave. I kept walking thinking bout me escape the problem was not how I would escape but when would be the best time to make an attempt. I went over to the alter climbed on and sat down I would have to wait and see what they routine was before I made me move. I lay down looking up at the stars and soon I fell asleep thinking bout this frigging dilemma I was in.

I slept the whole night and most of the next day and I was awoken by one of the La Diablesse I sat up almost knocking over the tray of food sitting next to me, she turned and walked out the cave she perfume lingering when she left. I ate slowly looking round the cave a small plane flew by the flashing light on its tail end blinking like a firefly. Thoughts of Alison entered me mind and I wondered if she knew I was kidnapped, was she looking for me? After all she and she grandmother did not do enough to save me from these bloody women. I wondered if there was a search party out combing the forest and the beaches for me? I thought of Jane, the way she looked at me, and the way she was gentle when she touched me, then I became worried because I knew she would be going crazy trying to find me. I closed me eyes and tried to imagine she being close to me, me heart pounded like crazy as sadness overcame me. I laid there reflecting on me short life the little I had accomplished was hardly enough to make a difference in anyone’s life. Tears began to roll out of the corner of me eyes, I mean; I most likely will never get the chance to make any difference. I took a deep breath and stood up talking to meself then began walking round the cave I had to stop feeling sorry for meself and think bout escaping.

Later that night the leader of the La Diablesse came into the cave, she walked up to the Alter and leaned over me, I sat up, for some reason I felt no real danger when she was in the cave, she was more concerned that I was healthy to perform the ceremonies that were so important to she. She went over to a chair that sat in the dark and pulled it up closer to the alter, I sat and looked at she but without looking at me she spoke.

“About three hundred years ago, I was a young woman, some say I was the most beautiful woman they had ever seen, I was the daughter of a plantation owner and a slave woman. It was hard fitting in because the slaves did not see me as one of them and I was not exactly white either. One day the slave master sold me off to one of his friends, I not only was a slave but I became the mistress of the plantation owner, he was an old Englishman who was hard on his slaves, everyday there were whippings and hangings, the slaves lived in constant fear of their lives, I was not exempt from his brutal ways. At night when I lay in my room he would come in and have his way with me, I would close my eyes and pretend I was somewhere else, life became a nightmarish routine. Years went by and I endured some of the most brutal raping you could imagine, the lady of the house knew what was going on between her husband and me and she was not pleased at all, whenever he left the island to return to England to conduct business she would put me in the cane field with the other slaves. She was sure not to let the overseers whip me so as not to let her husband know what she was doing. I would spend long hours cutting cane, carrying cane, she would make sure that I was worked until my muscles felt like they would fall off my body. Weeks before the master was supposed to come back she would take me out of the field so as to make sure I would not look sick when he came back.” She stopped talking and looked up to the sky and I thought I heard her sniffing, I shook me head, I mean why she think I was concerned with what happened to she three hundred years ago. She sat there for a few seconds before continuing she story.

“It was one of these times I met Samuel, he was the most handsome man you ever saw. He had jet-black skin that glistened in the sun when he sweats, dark brown eyes that looked right through you, there was not an ounce of fat on that man, I fell in love right away. I would sneak out of the slave’s quarters to go see him and we would sit in the moonlight and I listened to his dreams about freedom and how he would lead the slaves off the plantation, I never really took him seriously but that did not stop him from planning. We would kiss under the stars, his lips were full and thick and they cover mine as if to protect them, it was the first time in my life I felt loved. After a night of spending time together we would sneak back to the slave quarters whispering our love to each other before we went to our separate quarters. Those were the best days of my life.” She stopped talking and sat there, a seagull flew by the caves opening its dark form floated by in the night sky, stupid birds, kept taunting me I swear if it flew down I would snap its neck. The La Diablesse started talking again.

“Even when the master came back we would sneak off and spend time together, of course love as strong as that could not be kept secret for long, the other slaves soon figured out what was going on and they began to talk. I would walk around the plantation and see him working in the fields and stood there looking at him, sometimes he would look up and wink at me, it took all my will power not to smile and wave at him. One day the mistress and I were walking her baby, I was walking in front of her trying to keep up with the little devil as he ran ahead of us, we passed Samuel and the other slaves cutting cane in the fields. He looked up at me and winked that always sent pleasant chills through me. When we got back to the main house the mistress came up to me and asked me why was I smiling at the field hand, I bowed my head and did not answer.

That night the master was furious, he demanded that I tell him if I was fornicating with the animal slave. When I did not answer he walked over and slapped me so hard I fell across the room hitting my head on a chair and passed out. For weeks after that I was not allowed to leave the house. The master would watch every move I made, his wife walked around with this triumph look on her face. Every night he would come into my room every time he was more vicious. He did not only rape me but he would slap me until I blacked out all the while screaming that he would teach me to be faithful to him. Sometimes he would bring the bible in with him and tried to preach to me the importance of faithfulness and loyalty. He would always say that we the slaves did not understand the meaning of loyalty like the plantation owners. He quoted passages about characters in the bible that had more than one wife and those wives were loyal, he said that whores like me should be stoned.

Weeks went by and I was finally let out of the house. One day I walked by the field and saw Samuel working, he looked at me with concern in his eyes, I turned away afraid that I would be caught looking at him. The next couple of days were hard, I was free to go about the plantation but it was still too dangerous for me to see Samuel. One day an old slave woman brought a message to me saying that Samuel had planned to escape and that he would like to see me one last time so I snuck out of the house doing my best not to be seen by any of the other slaves. We met in our usual place overlooking the ocean at the end of the island, yes, it’s the same place you like to go sit, that’s the only part of the island that has not changed much. I remember that last night we were together, Samuel was trying to convince me to run away with him. I was almost tempted but I knew that is was virtually impossible since the island was so small. He wanted to take a boat and travel to another island where he had heard that the slaves had rebelled and was now living in the mountains and fighting off the plantation owners. He had dreams of fighting for the freedom of all slaves on the islands, I listened my heart racing, he almost had me convinced about going with him when we heard dogs barking in the distance. He got up took my hand and we ran to the bushes behind us. The dogs grew closer and I knew we were caught. He took my hand and tried to run off but I pulled it away and told him to run. I wanted him to escape because he would do a lot more good for the slaves. I had endured so much at the hands of the mater I felt like there was nothing else they could do to me that would make my life any worse. He stood looking at me the saddest expression on his face. I urged him to go and he turned and disappeared into the night.” She got up and walked around the Alter, I sat waiting for she to continue.

I ran in the opposite direction trying to lead them away from him and I was caught when I was almost to the house. The master was furious his eyes red like the devil had possessed him, I received the worst beating I ever had, but he took great measures not to kill me, he wanted to make sure I would suffer.

Weeks passed and I heard nothing of Samuel and soon I started to believe that he had escaped until one day there was a ruckus in the fields. I ran out to the crowd of slaves and saw they had chained two slaves and were beating them mercilessly. My heart almost stopped when I realized that one of them was Samuel, he looked up at me there was an expression on his face that still haunts me to this day. It was like death itself. I tried to go to him but the overseer and his men held me back. The master was furious that I had shown some feelings for him so he ordered the men to beat him even more, I was screaming and Samuel was trying his best to come to me, the slaves were shouting and screaming, the farmhands had a hard time keeping them at bay. They tired him to a pole and made me watch as they whipped him until he was not moving anymore, I cried so hard my voice faded into a whisper. The overseer let go of me and I fell to the ground unable to move, the farmhands untied him and he dropped to the ground not moving. I got up and ran to him his eyes were open looking up to the sky, the only man I had ever loved lay dead in my arms. I looked over at the master and serge of rage took over me and I got up and charged at him. One of the farm hand raised his stick and struck me in the head. Blood sprayed out of my head leaving dark spots on the gray dirt. I feel unconscious.”

She sat back down in the chair tears rolling down she cheek and me heart tugged a little, I wanted to slap meself, I mean, why in the hell was I feeling sympathy for this woman, she is me capture. I shifted a little on the Alter because me damn legs were becoming numb from sitting in the same position for so long. She composed sheself and started talking again.

I knew if I did not try to escape I would be dead for sure, so I spent nights planning how I would get out of the big house and make my getaway. One dark night when the stars and the moon were covered with clouds I snuck out of the house and ran to the place where Samuel and I used to meet. I stood there crying, my heart broken, I had to make myself leave. I ran along the beach for what seemed like hours until I came upon this place, stayed here for days watching the ships go by on the ocean planning how I would store away on one of them. During the night I would sneak back to the plantation and steal food then at night I would lay and watch the sky from the very spot you are sitting. Sometimes I would run in to other slaves from other plantations that were allowed to fish and bring home food to the others. They told me about the search parties that were combing the island looking for me some of them even risked their lives bringing me food and clothes.

One dark night when I left the cave and went to the plantation to steal food the master and his friends were laying in wait, I could almost hear they heart beat when I come close to them. They chased me through the forest and along the beach their torches flickering in the night, their angry screams filling the air with a devilish chorus. I was finally caught and brought back to the plantation, the master and his friends took turns raping me while other slaves watched, then when they had had enough of me the master straddled me and wrapped his fingers around my neck and squeezed until I felt the last breath escaped my mouth.

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38th Installment of La Diablesse

CHAPTER 12

I woke up slowly feeling the softness of some kind of material against me back so I relaxed letting me body sink into it. The air had a fresh sent kind of like me grandmother’s bedroom, I felt a little relief thinking that I must have been dreaming and I had just woken up in me own damn bed, tthat was until I rolled over and felt a sharp pain in me rib cage. I opened me eyes, the La Diablesse who had given me the speech the other day was sitting in a chair next to the Alter, there was a concerned look on she face as she leaned in. She beauty delayed me panic for a second and I sat up but I had to lie back down as an intense dizziness came over me. I looked up at the clouds whirling round in the sky they twirled like cotton candy in a cotton candy machine. I closed me eyes so as not to make meself sick, but the spinning sensation continued, I opened me eyes and slowly the fuzz that surrounded everything disappeared. I looked over at the La Diablesse and tried to sit up again, man, I hated lying down when I felt sick, the she demon was not smiling like she always was, but she did not seem angry either. She stood up and walked over to me.

“You need not exert yourself lay down.” She said using she hands to gentle push me back onto the Alter. When she was sure I had settled down she turned and walked out of the cave a mild scent of lilac filled the air reminding me of a small perfume store me mother used to work in. I lay down and looked up to the sky and the sun that was hovering over the opening; it was partly covered by a small cloud that was slowly floating by. A seagull flew by its screeching made me think of Sundays on the beach. The splash of a wind surfer as he fell, the laughter of children as they buried each other in the sand, the roar of an outboard engine as it propelled a small boat; I truly missed standing on the beach looking out at the ocean. I closed me eyes trying to will meself there, man I tell you what, the shadows of the clouds running its course on the shell-speckled sand would have been a welcomed sight right then. The seagull circled the opening of the cave as if contemplating on wither or not to explore the interior, it swooped into the opening but was startled by the darkness and flew back out circling bout three more times taunting me with its freedom then disappearing into the blue.

I sat up as the La Diablesse walked back into the cave holding a tray of food. Me belly rumbled and I attacked the food even before she sat it on the Alter next to me.

“You should slow down; you have been unconscious for a couple of days.” She was looking at me with an expression of disgust on she face so I took smaller bites of food all the while looking to see if she approved.

“You have made a bitter enemy in that Christine,” She said as if making an excuse for the warrior La Diablesse’s behaviour. “Now we have to keep her and her little sect away from you because I think she would kill you before we have time to use you.” I stopped eating and looked up at she and she saw the inquiring look in me eyes.

“Don’t worry, you might enjoy the ceremony. It is the aftermath you may not enjoy. Most men relax and enjoy the ceremony knowing their fate so I suggest you do the same thing.” She stopped talking and walked round the alter stopping to look up at the sky.

“Christine was one of the first to defy the Gods and join us. After the curse took effect on us she decided to stay here and not go back to Larilikan. She stayed on to help us with security but she is not allowed to participate in the ceremonies however we let she have her way with the men after. “ I listened as she spoke, then she stopped talking and saw that I had finished eating the food

“You need to get your strength back lay down, rest.” Then she turned and walked out of the cave taking the tray with she leaving me in the pale light. As I lay there I vividly remembered the beating I received at the hands of the warrior La Diablesse I mean that woman beat me ass real good. Small beads of sweat formed on me chest and then trickled down me sides as I sat up trying to stop the flow of thoughts in me head. The Alter was a lot softer because they had covered it with a thick piece of foam, there was a sheet over the foam its whiteness standing out in the dim light from the one torch next to the Alter, damn women had some compassion after all. I used the sheet to wipe off some of the moisture in the palm of me hands then got up and slowly began to walk round the cave pain racking me body as I moved. Me feet sank into the sandy floor as I walked it was real warm, me mind raced with ideas of how I would escape and the more I thought the faster I walked ignoring the frigging pain that coursed through me body.

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From Obeah

After eating, Henry settled in for the night. Kwao and one of the Bokors were to take first watch; Henry and the boy were to take the second. He fell asleep the moment he lay down on the mat. Immediately, the dreams started. He was back in the Valley of the Weeping willow trees. He stood where there were no trees, the glow from the moon shined down on him. Silver light bounced of the creek in the distance. The La Diablesses were circling him, their white dresses misty in the light.

.”You are a fool; you should have come with us. A far worse fate awaits you on Jumbie Island.” They chanted. One of them came close and leaned in. Loose skin dangled of her face and brushed against his nose.

“You are no warrior, just the son of a slave driver. These people will turn on you and this time they will sacrifice you.“ She said, stood up strait, a dagger in her hand. In one sweeping motion, she brought it down. He felt his skin rip and blood meandered down the sides of his stomach. Henry tried to get up but she pushed him down. The others chanted, danced faster and faster, until they were a blur of white, then suddenly one of them was in front of him again. Those eyes like burning coals looked at him and suddenly he felt warm inside. She spoke, but all he heard was a humming noise. The La Disables’ threw her head back and laughed then floated away from Henry. Then she was right in front of him again, her corpse like face close to his, and she caressed his face with her rotted fingers. She grabbed the back of his head and kissed him. Henry pushed her away and she screamed.

“You can’t reject me!” lifted her dress and kicked him with her hoofed leg. Then she leaned down and licked the blood from his face. Henry tried to resist, but she was kissing him again. He pushed her away and she spat at him and piece of her tongue landed on his chest. He turned away from her, but looked back when she took her hands away. She was gone and replaced by the former Bokor leader. Henry looked around, he was tied to a pole and a fire blazed around his feet. The man’s face was painted red and blue, the hood on his robe covered his eyes.

“Am right behind you,” the man said. He sounded like they were both submerged in the ocean. The Bokor floated away and there was darkness for a second. He reappeared in the distance and floated towards Henry, a spear held over his head. He threw the spear and as if in slow motion it came at Henry. The tip of the spear sparkled in front of his face, and he shook violently, “Get up it’s your watch,” Kwao said. Henry slowly sat up and looked around. The others were asleep, Akosua lay by herself and Adobo was nowhere in sight. Henry stood up and stretched.

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37th Installment of La Diablesse

37th Installment of La Diablesse

Jane, Jane, Jane. What a brave woman, a lone American woman walking around in a country that just had a socialist revolution. And, on top of that, not knowing much about the island’s other side, The side where phantom women roams the nigh kidnapping their vistims. Well she fall prey to them, will she find Ian. Oh the things that love can drive a person to do. Tune Sunday for more of La Diablesse

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From Obeah The Novel

He followed the Bokor for about ten minutes going in and out of the moonbeams. Henry walked out of the cluster of willow trees and into the opening next to a stream. The moonlight shined silver on the running water, the sparkle almost hypnotized him. The Bokor stopped just in front of him, so Henry retreated under one of the trees and watched. The man stood looking into the bushes on the other side of the creek. Henry kept looking, wondering what he was up to. A mosquito bit into Henry’s arm and he almost slapped it, but stopped himself and just grinded the insect onto his skin. Suddenly from the bushes, a portion of white material appeared. Henry parted the willow branches and peeped out at the man. Slowly, a woman walked out of the bushes and looked over at the Bokor. He did not move, as the woman walked towards him. Her eyes looked like burning coals; she wore a beautiful wide brimmed hat and a white veil over her face. She was dressed exquisitely, her white blouse had puffy sleeves, and she wore a long white petti coat skirt. She walked with a slight limp, but yet her movements were graceful.

She stopped in front of the Bokor and for a second they looked at each other like long lost lovers reunited. Slowly she stretched her right hand out and the Bokor took it. She pulled him towards her and they began to dance. Her white blouse shimmered silver in the moonlight. Henry was reminded of the dances he saw the colonists do at parties on the plantation. They stopped dancing and began to kiss, then they let go and looked into each other eyes. The orange glows that were her eyes flickered red while she kissed him. She turned away from him and started walking towards the jungle. The Bokor stood for a second, as if making up his mind on wither to follow her. His body swayed forward, then backward. She stopped and looked back at him. He took a tentative step towards her. She stretched her arm out and like a Jumbie he moved towards her.

Henry stepped out from under the willow tree. He tried to scream, he heard the words in his head, but no sound came out of his mouth. He tried to walk towards them, but after he took one step he could not move. Cold chills ran through his body, then his skin tingled and he was hot. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw another woman walking towards him. He tried to run, and at first he thought he was moving, but suddenly she was in front of him. A sudden weakness took over his body and the machete fell from his fingers. A wolf howled in the jungle, and for a second Henry felt normal again. The stream sparkled as it trickled around rocks; a bird flew over his head squawking. He bent down to pick up his machete, but the woman lifted her petti coat skirt and kicked him with a hoofed leg. The moon grew smaller as he fell backwards. The stars twinkled, even on the jungle floor. The woman turned and ran for the jungle as several shadowy figures ran after her. Henry slipped into unconsciousness.

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35th Installment of La Diablesse Sunday

35th Installment of La Diablesse Sunday

Poor Ian, he is getting punished real bad. This phantom woman is trying to kill him. All this beating, and torture, and for what. Will he survive this, will he be able to escape, or will he live with them forever. Stay tuned.

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Adventures in Baby Sitting

So here i was, babysitting my niece and my nephew, she was about three and he was about five, stupid me, I sat in the veranda with the best view looking out at the ocean, a cool breeze sweeping through the house. Ohh it was a perfect scene. Unfortunately it was the perfect atmosphere for a man tired from chasing around two young ones. So as much as i fought it, I slowly dozed off.  i was having this real good dream. i was on the beach, this really beautiful woman was walking towards me, she was smiling and looking at me. Ohh yes, she was going to talk to me. She walked up to me and leaned in, my heart was racing, sweat poured down my forehead, this dream was my lucky dream. When the woman’s lips was close to my ear, she began to speak, but for some reason she was whispering, and even stranger it sounded like she was whispering in two different voice, simultaneously. I opened my eyes, I had fallen asleep with ny head laying back on the top of the chair, my mouth wide open, and above my mouth was a little hand, with a big ugly bug dangling from little finger over my open mouth.  My niece was whispering “Don’t do that,” My nephew, whispering back, “Shhhh,” I pretended to still be asleep and he hesitated, then i brought my hand up and slapped the roach away. Ohh the screams and the fear as they scampered into the house, to the bedrooms, closed the door and proceeded to hide. I let them stay in there so they would believe i was angry, but the sucker that i am I was not. Hell i did more mischievous things when i was their age.