Voodoo Queen of New Orleans
This lens pays homage to the quintessential Voodoo Queen of New Orleans - Mam'zelle Marie Laveau.
For the most enjoyable, funky, voodoo perusing experience, play the following song by Redbone while reading this lens, and don't forget to leave your request for the Witch Queen of New Orleans at the end of this lens.
In the spirit of the charity work of Marie Laveau, 100% of this lens' proceeds will go to the Polly Klaas Foundation.
Witch Queen of New Orleans - She'll put a spell on you!
Who is Marie Laveau?
Marie Laveau (1794? - June 16, 1881?) is renowned worldwide as the quintessential Voodoo Queen of New Orleans. Considered a free person of color, Marie Laveau is said to have been born to a wealthy French planter named Charles Laveau, and a mother who may have been a mulatto slave, a Caribbean Voodoo practitioner, and Choctaw Indian.
Marie Laveau married Jacques Paris, a free Black, on August 4, 1819; her marriage certificate is preserved in Saint Louis Cathedral in New Orleans.
She is said to have had a snake called Zombi. Oral traditions suggest that the occult part of her magic mixed Roman Catholic beliefs and saints with African spirits and religious concepts. It is also alleged that her feared magical powers came in fact from a network of informants in the households of the prominent that she developed while a hairdresser and that she owned her own brothel. She excelled at obtaining inside information on her wealthy patrons by apparently instilling fear in their servants whom she "cured" of mysterious ailments.
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Marie Laveau Style Gris Gris
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New Orleans Voodoo is known for several unique characteristics, such as Voodoo dolls, gris gris, and zombies. In New Orleans, gris gris is often carried in the form of a doll or a bag and is essentially a means of carrying a charm or a spell. Voodoo Mama's Authentic New Orleans gris gris (gree gree) are powerful magickal talismans created according to New Orleans Voodoo tradition.They combine the magickal powers of colors, herbs, stones, essential oils, and other magickal items and come complete with instructions for use.
Gris gris is a complete magickal system that has remained relatively intact in New Orleans as it came from Africa by the first slaves. This makes it not only a unique characteristic of New Orleans Voodoo, but also an important aspect of New Orleans cultural history. The etymology of the word gris gris (gerregerys) derives from the Mande language groups a little to the north of Benin in what is today Senegal and Mali. With the Trans-Atlantic slave trade, it has become integrated into the Voodoo lexicon, especially in Louisiana.
More than anyone else, Marie Laveau put New Orleans Voodoo on the map with her powerful magic and infamous ceremonies held in what are now Congo Square, Bayou St. John, and Lake Ponchartrain. Mam’zelle Marie Laveau was most famous for adopting the powerful form of talismanic magick called gris gris. Her potent gris gris charms consisted of a magickal symbol or vv written with dragon's blood ink on parchment paper and sewn into cloth or leather bags. Her clients spent thousands of dollars on these charms and swore by their effectiveness.
The most common definition of the word gris gris comes from the French translation gris meaning grey, referring to magick that lies between black and white. However, the word gris gris may also be African in origin. While the concept of the gris-gris is indigenous to Voodoo in the Benin region of Africa, the word is not. Originally spelled as “gre-gre” it derives from the Mande language groups a little to the north of Benin in what is today Senegal and Mali. With the Trans-Atlantic slave trade, it has become integrated into the Voodoo lexicon, especially in Louisiana.
Regardless of the etymology of the word, it is common knowledge amongst New Orleans Voodoo practitioners that gris gris encompasses the entire continuum of magick. Gris gris is both a noun and a verb, referring to a ritually prepared object such as a doll or a small cloth bag filled with magickal ingredients, as well as the act of working the gris gris (i.e. spell or charm) and the verbal invocations that are made to effect the magical properties of Voodoo.
In New Orleans, Gris Gris Bags are used to assist in drawing Love, Health, Good Luck and a variety of other positive influences into our lives.
Voodoo Mama's Authentic New Orleans Gris Gris bags are two inches wide and three inches long in keeping with age-old, New Orleans Voodoo Hoodoo tradition. Combining the magickal powers of colors, herbs, stones, essential oils, blossoms, roots, nuts, coins, feathers, bones, fabric, charms, religious articles, talismans, Seals, amulets, and curios, Voodoo Mama's Authentic New Orleans Gris Gris are created in conjunction with the appropriate prayers and focused intent.
The Death of Marie Laveau
DEATH OF MARIE LAVEAU
From the Daily Picayune - June 18, 1881
A WOMAN WITH A WONDERFUL HISTORY ALMOST A CENTURY OLD, CARRIED TO THE TOMB YESTERDAY EVENING.
Those who have passed by the quaint old house on St. Ann, between Rampart and Burgundy streets with the high frail looking fence in front over which a tree or two is visible, have been within the last few years, noticed through the open gateway a decrepid old lady with snow white hair, and a smile of peace and contentment lighting up her golden features. For a few years past she has been missed from her accustomed place. The feeble old lady lay upon her bed with her daughter and grandchildren around her ministering to her wants.
On Wednesday the invalid sank into the sleep, which knows no waking. Those whom she had befriended crowded into the little room where she was exposed, in order to obtain a last look at the features, smiling even in death, of her who had been so kind to them.
At 5 o'clock yesterday evening Marie Laveau was buried in her family tomb in St. Louis Cemetery No. 1. Her remains were followed to the grave by a large concourse of people, the most prominent and the most humble joining in paying their last respects to the dead. Father Mignot conducted the funeral services.
Marie Laveau was born ninety-eight years ago. Her father was a rich planter, who was prominent in all public affairs, and served in the Legislature of this State. Her mother was Marguerite Henry, and her grandmother was Marguerite Semard. All were beautiful women of color. The gift of beauty was hereditary in the family, and Marie inherited it in the fullest degree. When she was twenty-five years old she was led to the altar by Jacques Paris, a carpenter. This marriage took place at the St. Louis Cathedral. Pere Antoine, of beloved memory, conducting the service, and Mr. Mazureau the famous lawyer, acting as witness. A year afterwards Mr. Paris disappeared, and no one knows to this day what became of him. After waiting a year for his return she married Capt. Christophe Glapion. The latter was also very prominent here, and served with distinction in the battalion of men of San Domingo, under D'Aquin, with Jackson in the war of 1815.
Fifteen children were the result of their marriage. Only one of these is now alive. Capt. Glapion died greatly registered, on the 26th of June, 1855. Five years afterwards Marie Laveau, became ill, and has been sick ever since, her indisposition becoming more pronounced and painful within the last ten years.
Besides being very beautiful Marie also was very wise. She was skillful in the practice of medicine and was acquainted with the valuable healing qualities of indigenous herbs.
She was very successful as a nurse, wonderful stories being told of her exploits at the sickbed. In yellow fever and cholera epidemics she was always called upon to nurse the sick, and always responded promptly. Her skill and knowledge earned her the friendship and approbation, of those sufficiently cultivated, but the ignorant attributed her success to unnatural means and held her in constant dread.
Notably in 1853 a committee of gentlemen, appointed at a mass meeting held at Globe Hall, waited on Marie and requested her on behalf of the people to minister to the fever stricken. She went out and fought the pestilence where it was thickest and many alive today owe their salvation to her devotion.
Not alone to the sick man was Marie Laveau a blessing. To help a fellow citizen in distress she considered a priceless privilege. She was born in the house where she died. Her mother lived and died there before her. The unassuming cottage has stood for a century and a half. It was built by the first French settlers of adobe and not a brick was employed in its construction. When it was erected it was considered the handsomest building in the neighborhood. Rampart street was not then in existence, being the skirt of a wilderness and latterly a line of entrenchment. Notwithstanding, the decay of her little mansion, Marie made the sight of it pleasant to the unfortunate. At anytime of night or day any one was welcome to food and lodging.
Those in trouble had but to come to her and she would make their cause her own after undergoing great sacrifices in order to assist them.
Besides being charitable, Marie was also very pious and took delight in strengthening the allegiance of souls to the church. She would sit with the condemned in their last moments and endeavor to turn their last thoughts to Jesus. Whenever a prisoner excited her pity Marie would labor incessantly to obtain his pardon, or at least a commutation of sentence, and she generally succeeded.
A few years ago, before she lost control of her memory, she was rich in interesting reminiscences of the early history of this city. She spoke often of the young American Governor Claiborne, and told how the child-wife he brought with him from Tennessee died of the yellow fever shortly after his arrival with the dead babe upon her bosom was buried in a corner of the old American Cemetery. She spoke sometimes of the strange little man with the wonderful bright eyes Aaron Burr, who was so polite and so dangerous. She loved to talk of Lafayette, who visited New Orleans over half a century ago. The great Frenchman came to see her at her house, and kissed her on the forehead at parting.
She remembered the old French General, Humbert, and was one of the few colored people who escorted to the tomb long since dismantled in the catholic Cemetery, the withered and grizzly remains of the hero of Castelbar. Probably she knew Father Antoine better than any living in those days - for he the priest and she the nurse met at the dying bedside of hundreds of people - she to close the faded eyes in death, and he, to waft the soul over the river to the realms of eternal joy.
All in all Marie Laveau was a most wonderful woman. Doing good for the sake of doing good alone, she obtained no reward, oft times meeting with prejudice and loathing, she was nevertheless contented and did not lag in her work. She always had the cause of the people at heart and was with them in all things. During the late rebellion she proved her loyalty to the South at every opportunity and fully dispensed help to those who suffered in defense of the "lost cause." Her last days were spent surrounded by sacred pictures and other evidences of religion, and she died with a firm trust in heaven. While God's sunshine plays around the little tomb where her remains are buried, by the side of her second husband, and her sons and daughters, Marie Laveau's name will not be forgotten in New Orleans.
Death of the Queen of the Voudous
From the New Orleans Democrat - June 17, 1881
"On the eve of St. John
I must wander alone,
In thy bower, I may not be!"
" Marie Glassion, nee Lavaux, was buried yesterdy evening, and her funeral was attended by large numbers of the colored population. Marie Lavaux, as is well-known by all the old residents of the city, was the queen of the Voudous, that curious sect of superstitious darkies that combined the hard traditions of African Legends with the fetich worship of our Creole Negroes.
She was a woman of some presence and considerable conversational powers. Somewhat bent with years when she last officiated as regnant mistress of her weird domain, she yet retained a remarkable control over her whilom subjects and impressed them with her sovereignty. As a rule reticent on subjects other than fetich worship, she was somewhat loquacious and quite a spirited talker.
Her eyes were peculiar in their look and had considerable magnetism about them. Her face was of the old Negro type, expressionless except when highly animated, wrinkled from forehead to chin and with a skin not unlike parchment.
She was a peculiar character, and one which essentially belongs to an era of Louisiana long since passed away. That remarkable woman died at the advanced age of ninety-eight years, and it is curious that her demise should have happened within a few days of the "eve of good St. John," which is the anniversary of the Voudous, and which has been commemorated by the sect under her regency, for the last forty years, on the twenty-fourth of June of each year. When the next celebration comes, the Voudous will have no queen and on the eve of St. John Marie Lavaux will be voudouing with the ghosts of the past and her charms and incantations, will be of no avail. For she had love charms that brought lovers together and fearful drugs that sundered loving souls. Among her people her incantations, fetiches and charms were supposed to be without fail, and thousands crowded around her to obtain relief, fortune or revenge. How they were satisfied is neither here nor there, but they believed in the dark superstition, and faith covered all the faults and lies that made her a sorceress and a queen. With Marie Lavaux dies the last of these old Negro Creole characters that had almost risen in New Orleans up to the standard illustrations.
First went old Zabette, the celebrated cake woman of the St. Louis Cathedral, who in old times delighted the children and even some of the grown folks with her home-made pastry and delicious "boiere du pays," always kept cool in a bucket of clearest water. Of early mornings Zabette gave out choice black coffee in tiny cups to her clients, and we remember an old song composed ex tempore by a representative Creole on a certain morning succeeding a sleepless night, which she took as the price of a cup of coffee, and which began in this wise:
"Piti fille, piti fille, piti fille,
Piti fille qui couri dan de lo."
Then went Rose, the coffee woman of the French Market, one of the comeliest of her race, black as Erebus, but smiling always and amicable as dawn. Her coffee was the essence of the fragrant bean, and since her death the lovers of that divine beverage wander listlessly around the stalls of Sunday mornings with a pining at the bosom which cannot be satisfied.
Now Marie Lavaux is gone, the least graceful or poetic of these strange personations of the past, but undoubtedly the most powerful, and we can say that with her vanishes the embodiment of the fetich superstition and the last representative of that class whose peculiar idiosyncracies were derived from the habits and customs of old Louisiana. Much evil dies with her, but should we not add, a little poetry?"
Inscription on Marie Laveau's Tomb
Marie Laveau was a Voodooienne
"Marie Laveau was a voodooienne. She was the queen of them all. White and colored folks used to go to her. She could keep anybody from harming you and she could do anything you wanted done to anybody. How she used to do it, I don't know. She used to say prayers and mix different things to give people to drink, to rub with, to throw over your shoulder, to throw in the river. Oh! She had a million things to do but everything would happen just like she would say. She used to get a lot of money and gifts from rich white folks. Marie Laveau is a name that was respected by everybody and dreaded by a lot of people. When she died she had a big funeral with white and black paying their respect. For years after she died people used to go put money (silver) on her grave in the St. Louis Cemetery. Up until now some people goes there and put their hand on her grave and makes a wish and their wish is granted. I don't recollect exactly where it is because I'm getting along in years now and the name is worn off the tombstone but it's in the St. Louis Cemetery." Aileen Eugene, 1919 N. Priour St., April 27, 1930
Black Magic Woman
A New Orleans Voudou Priestess: The Legend and Reality of Marie Laveau
Carolyn Morrow Long's portrait of the elusive but everpresent Marie Laveau is an awesome feat of detective work, a painstaking investigation of all the available church, court, government, and anecdotal records. In conveying her very thorough research in a clear, orderly, and graceful style, Long has produced as comprehensive a picture of this fabled woman as we are likely to get. Her account is definitive, and is likely to remain so for years to come.--Stanford Pritchard, Middlebury, VT
A SAINTED WOMAN
From The New Orleans Democrat, June 18, 1881
"Who has been stuffing our contemporaries in the matter of the defunct voudou queen, Marie Lavoux? For they have undoubtedly been stuffed, nay crammed, by some huge practical joker. The informant for all is evidently the same, as the stories of the Picayune, Item and States consist admirably in their uniform departure from historical fact. According to the accounts of these esteemed but deluded contemporaries, Marie Lavoux was a saint, who had spent a life of self-sacrifice and abnegation in doing good to her fellow-mortals, and whose immaculate spirit was all but too pure for this world.
One of them even so far in his enthusiasm as to publish a touching interview with the sainted woman, in which the reporter boasts of having deposited a chaste kiss on her holy forehead. We are sorry for that reporter if his story is true, for if he really believes it all, his only consolation is in the fact that greenness is the color of hope. These fictions had one good result, for they created a vast amount of merriment among the old Creole residents, and in fact among all men of mature age who knew the social history of their time in New Orleans.
The fact is that the least said about Marie Lavoux's sainted life, etc., the better. She was, up to an advanced age, the prime mover and soul of the indecent orgies of the ignoble Voudous; and to her influence may be attributed the fall of many a virtuous woman. It is true that she had redeeming traits. It is a peculiar quality of the old race of Creole Negroes that they are invariably kind-hearted and charitable. Marie Lavoux made no exception. But talk about her morality and kiss her sainted brow - pouah!!!"
Marie Laveau Swamp Lore
The Devil Baby and Marie Laveau
by Alyne Pustanio
In the early days of Marie Laveau's rise to fame her clientele consisted mainly of Negroes, country folk and other free people of color whose long association with the practices of Vodusi and rootworkers made her a natural attraction to them.
But at the height of her power, when her mystique was talked about constantly in the salons of the rich Creoles and whitebread Americans, Marie Laveau began to receive visits from the upper crust of society. And it was her service to this sector that embroiled her in one of the greatest legends of Old New Orleans: the Devil Baby of Bourbon Street.
Mam'selle Laveau was often called to the ornate mansion on Dauphine Street to delight and amuse the doyenne of the famous Creole family who lived there and all her idle and very wealthy friends. The Voodoo Queen had been referred to the ladies by a woman of the highest social standing in the city, none other than Madame Delphine LaLaurie. The family was a well-known, old line New Orleans family who had risen to prominence through their dealings with the wealthy Americans who lived on the Uptown side of Canal Street.
The Creole family of Dauphine Street had a beautiful daughter named Camille and according to legend, when Camille came of age she had many suitors. To her great disappointment, however, all of them were Creole. To most young women of her station, this would be a fabulous dilemma; but for Camille, it was truly disheartening. All her life she had been envious of the wealth and station of the Americans, of their fabulous homes built in the Northern style, and of their immutable business dealings, all of which ended in profit that the Americans did not hesitate to flaunt.
In her few visits to the American quarter, Camille befriended the daughter of an American family, Josephine Brody, who often invited Camille to her home for tea and other activities. It was on one of these outings that Camille, it is said, met the man who would change her life forever and gain her a place in Haunted New Orleans history.
Mackenzie Bowes was a Scotsman by birth, though his history and how he had obtained his considerable fortune were obscure. He never made much comment on it and the shallow Americans in whose circles he moved with such ease were satisfied to know that he was "obscenely wealthy" and that the money was "very old," coming down from old Scottish Lairds and some very lucrative family connections. He had arrived upon the steps of the Brody home in the company of August Brody, the eldest son, whom he had accompanied from New York. He was looking for a place to settle down, the Brodies were told, and New Orleans seemed just the place for a man like Mackenzie Bowes.
From the moment she laid eyes on the dark, handsome Scotsman, Camille was smitten and she began to look for every opportunity to spend more and more time with the Brodies and their Scottish houseguest. It greatly pleased Josephine and her family when Bowes began to return Camille's interest with an immediate attentiveness and devotion. Camille's parents, who also became regular houseguests of the American Brodies, encouraged the romance, hoping for a fine union for their daughter.
But not all were so delighted. In scorning her Creole suitors, Camille had mostly embarrassed them and wounded their pride; nearly all turned their attentions to other sultry Creole daughters. Nearly all, that is, except Etienne Lafossat Matthieu.
It did not please him at all that he had been set aside by Camille like a plaything that had outlasted her attention. As Camille's romance and her stature among the Americans grew, it was clear to all, including Etienne, that marriage was imminent. When Bowes threw off his Presbyterian faith and converted to Catholicism, marriage was certain, and shortly after the bans were announced in St. Louis Cathedral.
All this while, Marie Laveau had watched with interest and she was not surprised in the least when Matthieu came to her cottage on St. Ann imploring her aid. He wanted Camille back, he said at first, but when the Voodoo Queen shook her head and assured him it could not be so, then Matthieu ground his fist into the table and pronounced: "Then I want her dead!"
To his surprise, Mam'selle Laveau laughed at his request. "You cannot know what you ask, boy," she said in her heavy Creole French. "You will pay dearly for me to take her life. Are you ready for this?"
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Sightings of Marie Laveau's Ghost
One alleged Laveau ghost sighting stands out. Tallant (1946, 130-131) relates the story of an African-American named Elmore Lee Banks, who had an experience near St. Louis Cemetery No. 1. As Banks recalled, one day in the mid-1930s "an old woman" came into the drugstore where he was a customer. For some reason she frightened the proprietor, who "ran like a fool into the back of the store." Laughing, the woman asked, "Don't you know me?" She became angry when Banks replied, "No, ma'am," and slapped him. Banks continued: "Then she jump[ed] up in the air and went whizzing out the door and over the top of the telephone wires. She passed right over the graveyard wall and disappeared. Then I passed out cold." He awakened to whiskey being poured down his throat by the proprietor who told him, "That was Marie Laveau."
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Haunted New Orleans Voodoo Wish Spell
The Laveau-Glapion tomb is a must see for all commercial voodoo tours. Visitors leave small gifts, such as coins, Mardi Gras beads, photographs, candles, etc. at the grave site in the tradition of voodoo offerings. A most popular custom is the making of a wish at the tomb. Various versions of this ritual has been described. The earliest version by Tallant (1946) indicates that people knock three times on the slab and ask a favor. Tallant also notes that there are always penciled crosses on the slab that, though frequently washed off by the sexton, seem to magickally reappear.
According to sources at Haunted New Orleans Tours, the ritual should be combined with an offering placed in the attached cup: "Draw the X, place your hand over it, rub your foot three times against the bottom, throw some silver coins into the cup, and make your wish" (Haskins 1990). Yet again we are told that petitioners are to "leave offerings of food, money and flowers, then ask for Marie's help after turning around three times and marking a cross with red brick on the stone" (Guiley 2000, 216).
A version that I am familiar with is the practice of making three crosses from red brick on the slab.It is said you are to make your wish, turn around three times, then hurry across the street to the cathedral and light a candle as an token of gratitude. Blue candles are especially good.
Marie Laveau's Tomb
Flowers left for Marie Laveau
xxx knock knock knock, Madame Laveau, I do not ask for anything to help me, but for a friend who is ill. If it is in yours and God's hands, please be swift in whatever direction she is to go. I pray and hope for her release of either this disease or this earthly plane. Thank you.
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Marie Laveau's House of Voodoo
If you're planning your visit to New Orleans, or a local looking for something different to do, this is one of the Haunted attractions in and around New Orleans! Marie Laveau's House of Voodoo shop is reportedly on the actual location that was the legendary Voodoo Queen Marie Laveau II's home. It is also next to the St. Ann Street cottage where Marie Laveau I actually died.
Local patrons, shop employees, and in-house psychics say that the ghost of Marie Laveau actually haunts the building, particularly the reading room. It is not uncommon to have Madm'zelle Laveaus' ghosts participate in a tarot or palm reading and add her two cents.
Now, the haunted building is the home of a unique Voodoo museum and shop that features an authentic Voodoo altar. A definite tourist attraction, Marie Laveau's House of Voodoo attracts the curious as well as the serious practitioner of Voodoo and Voudon.
Marie Laveau's House of Voodoo
739 Bourbon St
New Orleans, LA 70116
Meet Desire Rogers, Descendant of Creole Voodoo Priestess Marie Laveau Glapion, Now CEO of Global Megabrand Obama
Welcome to the world of Smart Sensuality woman Desire Rogers, CEO of Brand Obama and the ultimate social engineer on planet earth.Desire Rogers is a power player, a business and American culture broker, holding the keys to what used to be Camelot but is now -- just simple -- "the People's House."
Rogers, who calls herself the "eyes and ears" of Mrs. Obama, has known the first lady for nearly two decades. They met through Rogers' ex-husband, John Rogers Jr., who played basketball at Princeton with Mrs. Obama's brother, Craig Robinson. They have an easy way together, elbowing and joking, chatting about their daughters and smiling widely at each other, the way only old girlfriends do. Mrs. Obama pops her head in Rogers' office to chat like someone who is still surprised that she works down the hall from her friend. Friendships with all the right people may be one of the reasons that Obama chose Rogers for the job of planning every social event that takes place at the White House-from black-tie dinners to pickup basketball games, press conferences, movie nights and birthday parties.
Raised in an untraditional household in New Orleans, Rogers is aware of the need not to consume caviar in the White House, given the current economic crisis. She bristles, though, over suggestions that there should be fewer parties in the White House.
Canceling parties isn't in Rogers' blood. When her father died in 1999, jazz tunes belted out of a polished saxophone and a party commenced at the funeral, a custom rooted in African spiritual practices that got muddled up with French traditions. "We're not going to cancel weddings. We're not going to cancel anniversaries," Rogers says. "In fact, you might need a little more joy given the hardship."
Don't be thrown off by Desire Rogers wearing a trench by Victor & Rolf and earrings by Cartier.
Perhaps even more so than Michelle, Rogers is the Modern woman who never forgot her Cultural Creative roots. Like her friends Michelle and Barack, her agenda for change runs deep in her blood, all the way back to Marie Laveau Glapion, who surely knew that one day decades later Desire Rogers would be the new 'go to' girl in town.
Amazingly that town isn't New Orleans or even Chicago, Illinois, but Washington, D.C. Rogers is the East Wing consigliere, an elegant, sensual breast cancer survivor . . . a true warrior in fashionista clothing.
Read the whole story here.
Source: http://www.michelle-style.com/michelle-obama-style... Copyright 2009, Editor, Michelle-Style.
Amazon Spotlight: Hoodoo and Conjure Quarterly - The World's first periodical that focuses on New Orleans Voodoo and Hoodoo!
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Marie Laveau Link List
- Marie Laveau - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Portrait of Marie Laveau, after a painting by Frank Schneider, in turn after George Catlin; the original hangs in the Cabildo in New Orleans. ...
- Laveau, Marie
Marie Laveau I, the mother, supposedly was born in New Orleans in 1794 and was considered a free woman of color. Being a mulatto, she was of mixed black, ...
- Voodoo Dreams - Marie Laveau
It was said that sometimes Marie Laveau herself would dance with her large snake, Zombi, wrapped around her. Voodoo worshipers believed that even the snake ...
- Voodoo Tomb of Marie Laveau, Voodoo Queen; Investigative Files ...
Among the sites associated with New Orleans voodoo is the tomb of its greatest figure, Marie Laveau. For several decades this.
- French Creoles | Marie Laveau
One of the most popular women in New Orleans history, Marie Laveau, ... As the elder Marie Laveau began to fade from the voodoo scene in pre-Civil War New ...
- Voodoo on the Bayou - Marie Laveau
"The beautiful Marie Laveau, and yes she was beautiful, was born a Free Woman of Color in 1794 and died an old woman in 1881. She became the most famous and ...
- VOODOO IN NEW ORLEANS & MARIE LAVEAU
No study of ghostly tales or strangeness in New Orleans would be complete without mention of Marie Laveau, the unchallenged "Queen of Voodoo" in New Orleans ...
Marie Laveau Poll - What do you think?
Do you think Marie Laveau was a powerful Voodoo Queen or master con artist?
In New Orleans Voodoo, the black cat is considered one of the most powerful animals. In the African American hoodoo tradition, black cat mojo is considered to be the most powerful for good luck in matters of sports and gambling, particularly with card games and playing the lottery.
Burn a blue candle afterwards and make a donation to charity as an offering to her and she will be more likely to grant you your request.