Papa Legba for Witches
His Favorite Statue
Approach the crossroads
If you have arrived here, Papa Legba may be calling you. Loyal visitors will notice a lot of revamping. Papa wants the hub to be more universal because he says he has many faces. So although the original basis was pure Haitian, I'll be including stories and info about his other forms.
He is akin to Exu, Eshu, Legbara and countless other spirits. Clever Anansi, New Orleans La-Bas. Coyote, Loki, he is a trickster of a thousand forms. He is everywhere at once, so they know him in New Orleans, Africa, Haiti, South America, everywhere. But even though he has countless faces and names, Legba remains the same spirit of the crossroads.
This page is meant to help witches understand who Papa Legba is. You'll get to know his likes, dislikes, wherre to find him and more. In my view he is the same spirit that appears everywhere, but I still deal with spirits such as Coyote or Eshu as distinct, though to me, they are in a sense, part of him.
No disrespect towards your own personal views or teachings is meant. As always all photography and writing are my original work. If copying for Internet use, a link back and credit where credit is due are appreciated. All videos are included for informational purposes only. If you won the content and want additional credit and links or a video removed, please contact me. The intro picture is one of my own Legba statues you can get a better look at below.
In Haiti the lwa are called into possession with song, but even lone practitioners can chante lwa, or sing the sacred songs to the lwa. You can just say the prayer, play a taped verions, or so on. Yes it is OK to use English. The videos below contain the songs, as do various websites for individual mambos or hougans.
Chante Lwa Are Sung To Invite The Lwa In
The Best Chante Lwa I've Ever Heard
Notice The Call And Response Of The Chante Lwa
Papa Legba open the gate for me.
Antibon Legba please open the gate.
Legba open the gate for me and I will thank
the lwa when I return.
Veve For Papa Legba
Each Vodoun spirit has a sacred symbol or veve, used to call on him or her. This is one of Legba's each Legba getting his own special veve. If you practice in a house they will explain the meaning of the veve, but you can easily see some attributes like his staff.
Witches or anybody else working with his should either print a copy of a veve, or hand draw one. In Haiti it would be drawn on the ground outside in cornmeal or another grainy material.
His veve is courtesy of Wikipedia
I love this video! His colors here, red and black are from New Orleans Voodoo. In Haitian Vodoun they use red and white. There red and black are reserved to honor the hottest lwa, the Petro spirits!
But he is a loving spirit and not likely to show up hot and angry unless you've been really disrespectful or hurt his feelings. So use the colors or system your prefer. I use a little of both since Rada (cool) Legba has a sense of humor and ways of getting both to suit himself.
He also enjoys toys and other goodies we will get into later.
Papa Legba The Gate Keeper
Legba Is Often Saluted With Other Spirits
Why so Many Forms?
Legba has countless forms. Most often in Haiti he is seen as an old African man. Mine of course is white as a lily (as he puts it he can pass for white, but who is anyone to tell him what color he can be?) and wears a red robe that looks more like a wizard's than anything else. Even that staff of his looks magical in the Western sense. Just not proper for Papa Legba, according to tradition. Now we humans tend to resent Legba acting like this because we want him in a box. He refuses. So he shows us he is Legba, but he is Eshu too. He is Exu. He is Coyote, he is Crow and Raven. As soon as we have that straight and accept it he will insist he is simply Legba. He stares at us with a million faces, and just when we think we have him pinned down, he leaps away from us, laughing.
He is a lot like Loki. Capable of visiting Divine Madness on people. Misue or abuse of his power always comes back on us. No matter how many times I try to stick my Legba back into the impotent old man of Haiti box, he bursts free. Dancing and singing, he taunts me, daring me to pick up the box and try again.
He reminds me he is death to some folks, a role he rather resents having given up to Baron Samedi in the new world. Then he laughs because he is Baron Samedi. No matter how many pieces we hack him into he will restore himself. He is lord of sexuality as Eshu, even worse, he is a gender-bending, shape shifting, male or female lord or lady of this power.
You do have to be careful though. You never want to call on his brother Met Kalfou. It is all well and good to have a Wiccian view and see him as a balancing power, but he is pure chaos. He can't help but bring destruction wherever he goes. In Vodoun people only deal with him to make him go away.
That is my altar with just two of the many faces my Legba enjoys.
A Doll For Papa Legba
Dance With Papa Legba
I have an undefined form of arthritis. It got so bad at one point I could no longer walk. In despair I called out to Legba, asking him to help me. He agreed, but I would have to stay by his side, a loyal friend and provide and care for him. In return he makes sure I can walk without pain the majority of the time.
He got his first staff from me when he made me strong enough to walk without it. Now from time to time he gets my walking sticks out of gratitude for his love and healing. It might see unfair from a Judeo-Christian point of view, but this healing only lasts as long as I let Papa Legba share my life.
When I start having trouble walking, I realize I need to get straight with him. It isn't always food or things he wants. He wants respect, love. For me to honor the friendship part and not ignore him. EVERYTHING we do feeds our spirits. Our attention, how we live our life, even yes, talking to them.
If you have a relationship with Legba and he is asking for something, a new way of seeing him, a different type of relationship, being open about him in your life, listen. I fought against him for years, wanting to hold onto a pure Haitian view. Now that I've relaxed and let him take the lead, he and I are both so much happier.
Is it scary? Sure it is! Thousands of people would love to attack me for my views. I've been called a heretic, a shame to any African religion and so on. But I don't do what I do to buck the system. I do it because my spirits lead me to a place where we can interact in freedom and happiness.
Learning to trust Legba is the scariest lesson we can all learn. But he isn't going to get bored and drop you. Yes Legba tricks people, but he isn't a cruel spirit. He doesn't lead you somewhere then abandon you. He always and forever holds those he loves close to him. Legba adores humanity and only asks us to come dance with him.
Well, he also asks that I remind readers that he loves stories. You will have a very interested Legba if you tell him one or two. If you are lucky he will tell you one himself. Of course being Legba he may just turn around and ask you whoever heard of him liking stories.
These videos show different experiences of Legba. He can be sweet, or he can frighten you half to death with how much power he carries. The hardest thing for witches is to learn to give over the role of opening and closing a circle to him.
His opening the gate and closing it is the same action, though you can still envision protective light at first, it is part of his job to protect you. It took me a while to trust him for protection, but as he dryly pointed out, he's stronger than me, and has been doing his job a lot longer than I have. He then did an exaggerated version of his limping walk to remind me it is from walking in both worlds.
Witch Speaks About Papa Legba
Papa Legba, The Voodoo Basics
St. Anthony Or Papa Legba?
Why Is St. Anthony Used To Represent Him?
Firstly, slaves had little choice but to use what was on hand. Remember that if they were found practicing any relgion other than Catholicism they would be brutalized. Also both gentlemen have much in common. Gruff and no nonsense as he can be at times, Legba does indeed love children. They are all like him to a point after all. They would all wander off if not tied down by society.
Both men prefer work clothes. Nothing fancy. Just a worn robe and hat that's all Legba desires. He likes his travel-worn clothes. He loves his battered old hat and cast off sack. Is this his way of remembering how slaves dressed? Or just part of his eccentric nature? Don't bother asking him. He will say 'yes' to both questions simultaneously. Then roar in laughter over your puzzlement.
Both are experts at uncovering the hidden and finding lost items. In Legba's case some might say, with all due love and respect, he hid them in the first place. Legba does have some differences though.
He walks with a cane. Mine prefers a staff of bamboo. Again nothing fancy, a garden stake, really. This represents the porteau-mitan or gateway that he controls. Without his say-so nothing and I mean nothing passes up or down this center pole of the universe. He is the closest to God you see (a lot like Saint Anthony's devotion to the baby Jesus), and the only one entrusted with this responsibility.
There's not enough room in one hub to go into proper detail, but he is the one in Vodoun who carries all your prayers and offerings to the other lwa. Please him and he will do so. Offend him and you will see what happens.
St. Lazurus is also used to represent him. For Legba seems lame and always has his dogs with him. The limp or drug leg comes from walking in both worlds at once. His dogs some say are a gift from his brother Ogou, to protect and serve Legba as he travels. You might not see them, but they are there. Some say they were his own dogs given to him by God. Whatever they are, they serve him faithfully.
St. Peter too is used. For Legba alone holds the keys to the gates. If the saints offend your pagan senses, try a statue of an older man. The shabbier the condition of said gentleman the better. Remember Legba is ever on the move he has no time for fancy clothes or pomp. For all his power, Legba is very humble. He can at times weep with joy that people remember to treat him well.
Legba and Bones
Offerings For Papa Legba
Number: 3, multiples of 3
His day varies. Mine likes Tuesday, but also Monday. A wise man said every day is Legba's. You think that is heavy? My Legba is writing this and yours is reading it. All communication is his.
Legba's traditional color is red or red and white in Haiti, except when it isn't. Being Legba he as acquired sackcloth brown, yellow, green, blue, and whatever else pleases him in some houses. Mine has one bottle I made him in red and black. He uses these colors in New Orleans Voodoo.
His brother Kalfou was sniffing around too much. Being clever, Legba told me if I made him another bottle he'd be sure to use the color as his Exu self of Santeria to keep his brother away. Now I want to be clear, that is not traditional Haitian Vodoun. Black and red are reserved for the hottest angriest lwa.
But he was plenty angry that his brother refused to leave me alone. I have no idea what he did, and most likely don't want to know. But he has protected me ever since.
He likes bread, he'd love some cassava, but will settle for any flat bread or toast. He will take you on your word, so never say: 'Well, I would buy you a ton of cassava bread. But they don't sell it anywhere." He will be sure to find a place for you to buy it. You can make it too.
He smokes a corncob pipe which is a nice offering. Mine of course insists the toy pipe I got him as a place holder is the most wonderful pipe ever. He flat out refused a real one to replace it. Go figure. Of course he later insisted on a nasty old pipe we found on a bench. I told him no, he pressed, so now he has this nasty old pipe and refuses a new one. He said he could of smoked it and it might be his. I told him it is probably from some guy with trenchmouth. But what Legba wants, he gets.
A Straw Hat Any kind is fine. Try to find a balance between style and cost.
A Cane: A cane, a staff, but something to help Papa walk. No, I would not offer him a wheelchair.
Tobacco for the pipe. Not too much. Mine just got a rather large bag, but he earned it with lightning fast response (think less then ten minutes) and finding something dear to a family member. The cost was far less than the heartache my family member felt.
Roasted, some say parched corn. Some Legbas love hot pepper sprinkled on this, some prefer plain. Almost all prefer a non sweet corn.
Coffee. Just one small cup, black please. Unless your Legba says otherwise. The cheaper the better. My Legba drinks the same rotgut quality of java I do.
A nice cloth for the altar in his color. Red or red and white are traditional. But if your Legba strongly insists on another, give it to him. Remember keeping him happy is what matters. He loves and looks after you. Internet trolls? Not so much.
On candles each house has something to say. Some insist it is red. Some say no, he is pure, give him white. Some houses even us red and white striped candles to be safe. Others swear by yellow, or blue. Or even black. But if your Legba insists on another color, please listen to him.
He also likes: pennies, rice, yams, palm oil, roses, black coffee. etc.
BTW, the statue does have arms! I wanted robes and a simple sash on him so he would look like my Legba. The rose is one of his flowers, and I handmade and painted the paper bead necklace for him.
Legba Loves Roasted Yams
This part he did want posted. Today he did something wonderful for me along with some others. So I figured I'd cook up a yam the right way and give him some. I mean I peeled it, chopped it, put it in the oven, cooked it. So when it came out, amazingly well, I fed first my patron. Then later a plate all his own for Papa Legba.
They insisted I take the remaining yam and eat it. Well at first I thought I'd ruined it. There was no sweetness to it, more of a smoky flavor. I started to apologize, but apparently that is how he likes them. Legba said it tasted a lot like the ones from Haiti, but I figure he was being nice.
Still, he'd like for me to pass along the recipe.
raw sunflower seeds
Peel and chop the yam. Try to aim for the chunk size that comes out of a can. Line a baking dish with foil. I used one where the cut yams were slightly above the top and were all piled up. Add your sunflower seeds and raisins.
Pour on a generous amount of syrup. Melt about one cup butter in microwave, add to dish. Cover with foil. If you used enough you can just crinkle it up like a hobo pack. Put in a 400 oven for about one and a half hours.
Check them from time to time as ovens vary. You can move them around a bit so all the yams get a chance in the syrup butter goodness. Yams are done when fork tender.
Legba Also Enjoys New Foods
I bought the squash with the vauge idea of eating healthy. Not, between you, me, and the fence post, that I have any idea of what that is.
After I cooked and gave a taste, Legba surprised me by asking for some. Never cooked or tasted the like before, so I'm delighted he likes it. Remember the simpler the prep the more he tends to like food. Humble, Legba is. Or as mine puts it, he likes something he could cook at the roadside. Or have me cook for him.
Cut squash in half, scraping out seeds and the pulpy bits for a smooth surface. Don't worry if some of the stringy stuff remains, but it will tend to burn in the oven. Places squash halves on cookie sheet and bake at 350 degrees for 45 minutes. I did mine in a convection (toaster) oven and it came out great.
Remove, use fork to scrape out that spaghetti style goodness, toss with butter. I found it to be naturally sweet and both Legba and I liked it as is. But the nice folks from Nature's Delight suggest adding salt, pepper and a cheese of your choice.
Altars For Legba Tend To Grow
A Little Story
OK, a quick story for you. Today I wanted to go to the crossroads and collect some earth for Papa Legba. Now even though I was getting this for him, I was taking it from his sacred space. So I took three pennies, and three sticks of gum as an offering and thank you. I knew I would owe him more than that for this sacred earth, but it was my way of honoring him and showing him my love and devotion.
On my way I found some other things I could use in service of the spirits, a good sign. I got to the crossroads, Legba's sun shining down on me. Of course in daylight, honey, you don't need to be at a four way stop at midnight for safety reasons. Even though midnight is his sacred time in New Orleans, you can go any time you need him in Haiti.
So I put down my offering and told Papa I was there for the earth for his altar. Now I had asked him permission ahead of time and knew I'd be stopped somehow if he wasn't happy. Well, success! But the earth was wet, so I started a litany of apologies. You see around here he might be getting all clay that would be, well, smelly as clay is wont to be. But it didn't smell then so I hoped for the best.
As I was walking home Papa falls in step with me as he likes to do. He starts admiring my walking stick. There isn't a stick I've ever had that he hasn't admired. Well he says, if I really loved him, and truly wanted to honor him, I'd give him the stick too. I sighed because I loved my stick. But of course I agreed because I love him more.
When I got home I found an earthen bowl for the soil. The soil was lovely and smelled sweet! Papa Legba was happy with me. I put the soil in the bowl and added his new walking stick near the altar. Later I would add a red tea candle on the soil for him as that is traditional.
On the day I honor him I'll add some lovely atomic fire balls as an offering and some coffee. For I'm dedicating this new altar as thanks and love to him for being with me. The important thing to see is that it is the love and devotion he craves. The things give him energy, yes, but Legba desires love above all else. Example, that hot mess is what he is happy with from me.
He Rules Communication
How Legba Can Help You
Legba will guard your sacred circle, making sure only those gods, spirits, or energy you want gets in. He will block any other energy, defending you at your most vulnerable. He can teach you better ways to do things, like opening the circle, casting energy, just about anything as everything we do in ritual is about communication.
He can guide you to the tools, books, and training you need. Legba will happily open the gate for you if he feels that is the path you are meant to be on. If he seems to be doing all he can to block your forward progress he has a good reason. That or you have ignored him for a while.
Legba knows all languages so if he is so inclined he can lead you to a deeper understanding of the language your system uses. Even if it is dratted Latin or Old English. Now some in Haiti would say he can only pull out the knowledge inside you, but even so he will unlock the gifts you have for you.
He can also introduce you to other lwa who want to work with you. More importantly he can tell you just how to approach them so they are happy to see you. I know it is hard for us witches but the lwa demand more respect than our laid back gods, and Legba can teach you how to give it in a loving manner.
Yes, he can find lost things, but I wouldn't just use him as a Saint Anthony substitute. Remember he wants paid for finding that lost object. If you don't it and several other items may be missing the next time you look. Legba isn't being cruel, just teaching you that all dealings with the lwa must be done with respect and payment.
He is a master shapeshifter. Eshu/Legba can help you transform on the astral realm, master dream powers, and advanced magics. But in his shapeshifter form he tends to change genders and forms to delight himself. So don't be surprised if a woman shows up to help you.
And of course you should always remember him on his day or days. Here he is honored with his brother Balendjo.
Mine Loves His Santas
Here he has a white candle in a red votive holder. The equal-armed cross is his symbol since it represents the crossroads. Stop grinding your teeth, he didn't steal it from the Goddess. He also has 21 pennies as an offering (he is fond of pennies) and the red book is a gift. You can use a red cloth even red paper or felt. Add a cup of strong black coffee and maybe some roasted peanuts or popcorn and you are done.
His Favorite Books
My Legba loves these books. They talk about him both in fiction and non-fiction. He likes the fiction better. He used them to show me he is much more than some nice old man I can give offerings to once in a while. He is the great magnificent Legba, also known as Eshu, Exu, and other forms.
A Story, A Story
My meditative trip to the astral realm had one blip. All day I had been avoiding him. The heebie-jeebies of all the horror stories I'd ever heard were in full force. He will pick you up only to drop you, folks say. The higher he raises you, the faster and harder you will fall. Visions of a Godzilla-sized Legba letting me got splat on the pavement made me nervous. Well, more nervous than usual.
It was Tuesday, his day in petro rites. I looked up as I approached his crossroads. Approached his crossroads? Had I walked here on autopilot? Legba was already there waiting, smoking his pipe. He had his dark skin on today. I had expected his robes, but he had a worn old suit on. Visions of a feeble old man struggling to make it by on the kindness of others flashed in my mind and I flooded with guilt. He ignored me at first, but I sensed I was late. How could I be late when I didn't even know I was coming? Belatedly, I remembered it was Tuesday.
I hadn't lit his candle or honored him because I wanted to avoid his Petro side. Didn't people say his was a foul-tempered old grouch in Petro? He must have read my mind, because he brought his head up sharply and glared at me. Great. Just what I needed another sharp-toothed growly lwa. All these thoughts slowed me down and I forgot to make good my escape.
"Hello, Papa." I said, all apologetic grin. "How are you today?"
He snorted in contempt. "As if you care. An old man could starve to death, waiting on you, girl. But maybe you think old Papa Legba ought to go get himself a shoeshine box and go work at a train station? When did you last feed me, hmm?" His glare deepened, but he continued before I could reply. "This isn't about food, or coffee, though your Goddess knows you like to make me suffer. Why" here he leaned in close, his breath passing over my face "are you running from me? Where is this new disrespect coming from?"
I tried to make my suddenly dry mouth work, but it wouldn't. Weakly I managed to squeak out: "You know the stories about you, Papa." He rolled his eyes in contempt. Legba stood back, looked me up in down in utter disgust.
"Who are you going to believe, girl? A pack of fools or your Papa Legba? Didn't I say you could trust me?" I squeaked an affirmative. "Candle. Now. Coffee. Now." He growled. Somehow the things were with me, and I hastily lit the candle and set the coffee at the crossroads.
Though I felt stupid doing so, considering he was standing right there, I started to call to him, in a ritual manner.
"Sing." He growled. So I sang, though I sound like a cat dipped in boiling oil. Legba was enjoying watching me squirm. This seemed to please him. No longer angry he leaned forward and folded me into his embrace. "That's a good daughter." He soothed as he stroked my hair. " Don't make your Papa angry through neglect or trusting what fools say about him. Now scat!" He gave me a good whack to the backside with one of his leathery hands.
Happily I left the astral realm, feeling slightly dazed. Of course, Papa Legba often leaves me dazed and confused. The moral being, my sweet brothers and sisters, that if Legba truly was so terrible, he'd have done things that surpass a g-rating to punish my blatant disrespect. He can be gruff, and I have an unfortunate talent for raising his temper, but it cools as quickly as it rises.
Legba Is Not An Angry Old Man
The only time I ever saw Legba angry was when I let myself be lured away from the other lwa by Met Kalfou. He was clever you see, and pretended to be my great friend. After all witches know what it is like to be labeled as evil and destructive, right? Before I knew it, I was following him away from a path of goodness and reason. I was also losing all contact with my beloved lwa. Too late, I sent up a frantic prayer to Legba, though he is not known to pity fools.
The darkness of Kalfou's world exploded in light and sound. Legba literally tore me out of his brother's realm, screaming at me for the first and only time. He was holding me high off the ground with one hand, shaking me as he raged. Legba then sent me soaring, only to crash down to the earth. Hard. He was beside me instantly, his eyes fiery red. His staff repeatedly hit the ground and air around me, as I rocked from side to side, cowering in front of his wrath. Each blow of the staff shook the ground, this was it, surely he was going to kill me.
How stupid and foolish could I be? He asked. He had warned me himself. Did I know he could have left me there? He should have, if I was so ungrateful, so disloyal, so mistrusting and so forth. I dimly recall my other spirits being there and being angry, but all I could see were Legba's eyes. They were blazing with rage, but fear lurked in them too. After he had yelled at me, Legba abruptly turned his back on me.
He spoke again, but his voice was so low I had to crawl closer to hear him. He asked me, rather calmly if he thought he meant to hit me with his staff. I could hear the rejection he felt in his voice. He had stopped speaking, his shoulders sagged. Suddenly he seemed much older than his years. Not only had I failed to listen to and trust him, I had chosen his brother over him. But still I knew, he loved me far too much to ever hit me in a wrathful manner.
No, I said. He'd given me a few love taps with it before, so I knew if he wanted to he would of. The staff, being among other things was his way to clear any of his brother's energy. All those crashing blows that shook the ground were Legba fighting his brother's influence off.
Did I realize, he continued, that he could have lost me? Had I left him and my good sweet lwa willingly, he'd have no choice but to abandon me. He warned me to be more careful in the future, then beckoned me over to him. I went meekly, expecting a swat. But he embraced me and I could feel his tears of relief mingle with my own.
He rocked me back and forth, asking me what I expected him to do if he lost me. I was the only one this exact part of him could be with. Did I want him to be lonely, with no one to care for him? He stroked my hair, keening in his grief. I grieved as well for I had hurt my most beloved and loyal advisor. The only one who asked for so little in return for his goodness. What could I do, I asked, if I lost him? My sun, my universe. Life simply would not be worth living without his light and love to warm me.
I am still in awe that Legba cared that much that he ripped me away from his brother's clutches. He's fought to close any influences Kalfou had let into my life, and the mere mention of his brother's name is enough to send me running to his sheltering arms. But I figure if you can learn from my experience it can spare poor Legba some grief. He is very loving and kind, and a total warrior who will fight on your behalf.
He might be old, but the only anger I've ever seen him display in on behalf of those he loves.
His Tests Are Unexpected
It was Halloween 2012. The remnants of Hurricane/Superstorm Sandy had made this area cold, rainy, and a bit dangerous to walk in. Even the local library was closed. To interupt my bliss the phone rang. Librarian, books were in. I sighed and went. She was doing me a favor as she was closed.
Well at a crossroads, under a bush, I see a purse. A million thoughts flash through my mind. Maybe a woman set it down and got on the bus and forgot it. Maybe she hid it there and is coming back. Maybe it was stolen.
It was upside down with the contents out, so I'm guessing stolen. I put the stuff back in, picked it up, took it to the library. Strangely enough there were people there who knew the woman who owned the purse.
They figured it had been stolen from her car. We have a lot of that around here, lately. Anyhow, I got three slips for a contest, instead of two, but didn't bother protesting. Them coming home, Legba tells me it was a test.
Trust me the purse was to-die-for, and who knows if there was a wallet inside. But I reisted temptation and turned it in. Legba told me a reward would be at home for me, and of course a package was on my doorstep shortly after.
I'd hate to think of what he would have done if I had kept it. Sigh, his tests are so tempting.
More recently, he has been urging me to use photos of his things on this lens. I was taught not to for a reason I don't even remember, but I suppose if it is his idea, nothing will happen to me. I still made sure to ask his permission since he is known to change his mind about things.
The elf for example, is his, hanging out on his bookcase, in front of his books. One trait my Legba has that is never mentioned is the most startling blue eyes. They almost seem to glow. So the elf reminded me of him as both are said to be fond of minor pranks.
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He loves fireworks
This firework was set of New Year's 2013 right after the ball drop. If you look closely you can see the staff symbol from his veve on the left.
Even if He Whispers, Listen
Sometimes Legba will try and block your way, for your own good. Recently I was so excited to find a certain group. For some reason every time I went to the group site my computer would strangely log off the site.
OK... Well it turns out there was a reason. My Legba knows I have a huge heart. I love most people with two exceptions: haters and those who hurt others. I have never bought into the eye for an eye mentality of our culture.
Well I checked my e-mail today to find a hate-filled rant from the leader, aimed at a truly beautiful transgender woman. That's a lady who was born male but felt trapped and became a beautiful lady. This brave lady posted a transformation video, pretty brave if you as me since she will now be a walking target to people just like the foaming at the mouth ranter who sent me the note.
Now the woman who sent this hate-filled rant does have good qualities, I'll give her that. But Legba was doing his best to protect me from a situation where he knew I'd be personally hurt and forced to leave.
Because I'll pick any new woman brave enough to enter the world of women and to go public with her journey. I say right on sister! She certainly has a Legba pulling for her since he rules over communication and would have inspired her to be brave enough to share. Ogu too of course and a whole other passle of lwa.
There's a good point: the lwa do not hate anybody. They don't care if you are straight, LGBT, had a sex change or do whatever you feel like. Witches in record numbers are heeding Legba's call because of that.
I had to remove some things the woman had posted and I shared here, but if you want a specific service for Legba let me know. I can recommend a few good reads, or dig up a site for you. Or I could dust my rusty brain off and write you one.
Remember as Legba tried to show me: never be ashamed to be a witch. Or to be gay or straight, or over the color of your skin, your weight, age, anything, ever. Legba loves and works with everyone.
That is one of his Santas on his bookcase. He loves books! Mine also likes Santas.
The first is the male to female transformation I told you about above. Remember Legba opens all pathways, so he surely must love her just the way she is. I say you go sister! Also an altar vid and other fun stuff.
Papa Legba's Peanut Chicken With Peanut Rice!
He was really wonderful recently, so on his special day I lit his candle and gave him coffee. But he earned a lot more than that. So I heated up some cooked chicken in some butter, added some meat rub, and peanut butter to make a nice sauce.
Then I boiled some instant rice with butter and peanut butter, plus cajun spices since he adores spicy food. Plated it all up in one of his favorite bowls and served with a cola since he likes sweets.
He blessed the food and thanked me, eagerly asking me to try some left over chicken and rice. Delicious of course though I'm still getting used to the African way of using peanuts. It tastes smoky, not sweet like an American sauce would. (For actual Africans laughing hysterically at this recipe, I've never been taught by African cooks you know. )
So he is training me to like the tastes he does, even though for Americans we'd like it with tons of sugar. You could also feel free to add hot peppers and spices to this as most Legbas love spicy food. But he's fond of peanuts as well.
Pull chicken off of bones, or open a can, he's not fussy. Mix with meat seasoning. Melt butter in pan, add chicken, tossing to coat in butter. Add enough peanut butter to coat chicken, toss, keep warm.
Put all ingredients in pot, bring to a boil. (See package directions to figure out rice and water portions.) Spices and such are to taste so use your own good judgment. Cover, let stand, serve when ready.
Lighting the Way?
This image is from the PC game, Book of Desires. In it a character meets you at a gate, and helps you open it. He walks leaning on an umbrella, and opens gates. Hmmmm. So my Legba was pleased when I pointed out in the review it looks a heck of a lot like him. Hey, he had to be clever and pick a form he knew would lure me in.
But my Legba loves lanterns. He insists The Hermit card in a Tarot deck belongs to him, for he lights the way. He not only opens the door, but helps us understand what we find on the other side. Communication, remember?
Without the light of his sun, his knowledge, his lamp, we stumble in darkness. Keep in mind he does not carry a light in any path of Vodoun I've ever encountered. But he does get bonfires and he is a solar lwa.
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