For a year I debated with the decision of adding this powder into my website. Every single time I told my self not to do it. I believe in the power of ill intentions, I know there is evil people out there that will inevitably use this dust for the wrong reasons. Having said that, I can not deny the punishment this product will bring upon the wrong doers, the pedophiles, abusers, rapists, criminals. I came to the conclusion that I must rather help the abused, the people thats under oppression and suffering, the victims of violence and rape, etc... than sit here and debate for another year the selling of this product.
The Cemetery Dirt used in this recipe comes from a very sacred place, and it carries all the suffering and thirst for justice of the Spirits that linger within its soil.
I asked for their permission and offerings were giving, so I ask of you to treat this Dust with the outmost respect. Understand that if you are justified they will help you if you just ask, but if you are not, your evil will find it self back to you!
YOU HAVE BEN WARNED
Goofer-Dust
BY THOMAS LUX
(dirt stolen from an infant’s grave around midnight)
Do not try to take it from my child’s grave, nor
from the grave
of my childhood,
nor from any infant’s grave I guard—voodoo, juju, boo-hoo rites
calling for it or not! This dust, this dirt, will not
be taken at dawn or noon
or at the dusky time,
and if you approach
this sacred place near midnight,
then I will chop,
one by one, your fingers off
with which you do your harm. Goofer-dust: if you want it,
if you need it, then
erect downwind from a baby’s grave
a fine-meshed net
and gather it
one-half grain, a flaky mote, an infinitesimally small fleck
of a flake at a time
and in such a way
it is given to you
by the day, the wind, the world,
it is given to you, thereby
diminishing the need to steal
this dirt displaced by a child
in a child’s grave.
BLACK DUST BLUES
by Ma Rainey
It was way last year, when my trouble began
It was way last year, when my trouble began
I had done quarrelled with a woman, she said I took her man
She sent me a letter, said she's gonna turn me round
She sent me a letter, said she's gonna turn me round
She's gonna fix me up so I won't chase her man around
I began to feel bad, worse than I ever before
I began to feel bad, worse than I ever before
Lord, I was out one morning, found black dust all round my door
I began to get thin, had trouble with my feet
I began to get thin, had trouble with my feet
Throwing dust about the house whenever I tried to eat
Black dust in my window, black dust on my porch mat
Black dust in my window, black dust on my porch mat
Black dust's got me walking on all fours like a cat
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