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Demon Child

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A teenage girl comes to terms with her abusive childhood by seeking emancipation in order to find her first love and embrace her powers as a witch.

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Odessa was dubbed the Demon Child from the day she was born in the midst of a thunderstorm on Halloween. She is a redhead with a fondness for rattlesnakes that never quite fit in with her father’s Pentecostal church congregation. After her sister runs away to Raleigh with her boyfriend, Odessa is befriended by Carmella, the new girl in town and the daughter of a Haitian Hoodoo practitioner. Their friendship in the late 1950’s shocks the rural costal town in North Carolina.

Disowned by her father amid accusations of witchcraft and associating with coloreds, she is taken in by Carmella’s family and homeschooled by Mama Jubilee and Tante Effie, a white woman blinded and widowed when her black husband was killed in fire Charleston. In her new home Odessa becomes smitten with Derek, Tante’s biracial grandson and a college student at Fayetteville State.

Odessa turns sixteen in 1960 right before John F. Kennedy is elected as president. On this pivotal birthday she casts a love spell, gets her first kiss from Derek, and is given a journal she is to us to help her come to terms with her abusive past. Demon Child chronicles that journey.

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Demon Child

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A teenage girl comes to terms with her abusive childhood by seeking emancipation in order to find her first love and embrace her powers as a witch.

Odessa was dubbed the Demon Child from the day she was born in the midst of a thunderstorm on Halloween. She is a redhead with a fondness for rattlesnakes and she’s never quite fit in with her father’s Pentecostal church congregation. After her sister runs away to Raleigh with her boyfriend, Odessa is befriended by Carmella, the new girl in town and the daughter of a Haitian Hoodoo practitioner. Their friendship in the late 1950’s shocks the rural costal town in North Carolina.

Disowned by her father amid accusations of witchcraft and associating with coloreds, she is taken in by Carmella’s family and homeschooled by Mama Jubilee and Tante Effie, a white woman blinded and widowed when her black husband was killed in fire Charleston. In her new home Odessa becomes smitten with Derek, Tante’s biracial grandson and a college student at Fayetteville State.

Odessa turns sixteen in 1960 right before John F. Kennedy is elected as president. On this pivotal birthday she casts a love spell, gets her first kiss from Derek, and is given a journal she is to us to help her come to terms with her abusive past.

Then there is Roger Rohde, the blond and bronzed pro wrestling champion that Odessa first spots on the cover of a magazine. She develops a crush on the superstar wrestler until she learns he is married and has a young daughter. Still, every time she does any type of magick to test her love interests, she always gets the letter R. All of those reoccurring R’s have her wondering if Derek really is her Mr. Right.

Dirty Little Secret

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I found some of my earlier musings in a notebook while the human was doing some cleaning, so I thought I’d share…

 

I never knew the real you

You never let me inside your cold dark heart

I loved you once

But not anymore

That door has slammed shut

and shall never be unlocked again

Once upon a time

you were the sun to my moon

Together we dazzled the galaxy

more brilliant than an starry night

You were my white knight

My savior

My redeemer

You gave me the world

until you took my life away

I never wanted to be your possession

not some Barbie to put on a shelf

Take me down and play with me

then disappear with someone else

All I did was love him

when I couldn’t have you as my own

You preyed upon my bleeding heart

building yourself up by tearing us down

never giving up until my body went into the cold ground

You used us

We were all your pawns

in your sick

twisted

perverted

universe

Now that the last piece of the puzzle has been placed

We are once again united

Never to be torn apart

The truth will come out

Your dirty little secret

shall be revealed

Sit back and watch this all unfold

As we tell why

we shall never grow old.

 

 

Bah Humbug

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Valentine’s Day has got to be the most depressing holiday ever! The thought of all those mangled cut flowers dying slow deaths just churls my heart. A real man doesn’t need a special day to force feed love on his woman. He shows her how much he adores her every damn day. So, don’t going calling me some heartless manless shrew because I happened of have had the love and adoration of two of the hottest men to ever walk the face of this earth. My last February 14th among the living was the only Valentine’s Day I ever faced alone as an adult. Not that I don’t have a few horror stories I’d like to share…

My very first Valentine’s Day with Roger was way back in 1961. He thought he’d pulled a slick one by buying me a full length mink coat. Like I would have ever covered my body with dead animal carcasses. Never! I would have preferred to have the kitty frozen solid before resorting to such villainy. I cried for days over his supreme lack of tact and understanding of me. Yes, I was only 17 and we hadn’t been together a year yet, but Roger really ought to have known better. I made him return the coat and donate the money to several worthy causes. He replaced the dead minks with a lovely and tasteful diamond heart shaped pendant that I pinned to fabric of my nice velvet cape.

Roger always did have exquisite tastes in jewelry. No knocks off for my world champion lover. He left me with a box full of beautiful earrings, bracelets, and necklaces that my Beloved said I could have sold and bought myself a house or maybe two. Not that I needed to because my Beloved kept my home wonderfully maintained in Tampa, even if he never got around to putting my name on the deed. My sister made sure Roger put the house in Raleigh in our names. Livie didn’t trust him for some odd reason. The only gift of jewelry Roger failed on was that dang black obsidian pendant he gave me in Witchcraft.

My all time favorite Valentine’s Day present from my Beloved had to be that gorgeous diamondback rattlesnake he rescued and presented to me in Fly Away. Okay, technically I was the one to remove the snakey from his office, but he did save it for me. Herman was the sweetest little snakey and lived out his days in perfect contentment in my backyard.

My favorite Valentine’s celebration with my Beloved happened sometime in the mid 60’s. Carmella baked me a pan of her delicious brownies laced with some hashish. I didn’t inform my Beloved of this little tidbit until we were out on his boat, stoned and staring up at a starry sky. It was tres romantic; a perfect excuse for him to moor the boat and spend the whole entire night making love under the stars. Perhaps I shall share that escapade as a story one day.

Not that he didn’t have one shortcoming. One my very first Valentine’s Day in Tampa, my first month residing in that tiny little garage apartment, he had the nerve to have a florist deliver 12 red roses. How freaking tacky! For such a brilliant man he sure blew it by sending me something as trite as cut red roses. He didn’t get any loving from me for at least a good week and a half. After that he learned his lesson and remembered to buy me things more suited to my taste. A man can never go wrong with giving a girl a nice bottle of champagne and chocolate covered strawberries. The best gift of all was always our precious nights alone together. How I loved falling asleep cuddled in his arms with my head upon his chest, his heart beating a lullaby against my ear.

Other than getting my dear sweet snakey Herman, my other favorite present came from Roger in 1979. He showed up at my doorstep with a rosebush and then he planted it beside my patio right by the French doors of my bedroom. It bloomed the most beautiful and deliciously fragrant orange tinged red roses that I enjoyed the rest of my remaining days of that lifetime. His also gave me a book entitled, I Never Promised You a Rose Garden. If you’ve never read it, I highly recommend this fascinating look at schizophrenia. We shall now dwell on what he meant by the symbolism of the title or the content of the book.

And speaking of books, nothing says I love you, more than sharing a good book with your lover. Books are the perfect gift for any occasion. Books, liquor, and strawberries dipped in chocolate. Now that is my idea of paradise.

My 7 Day Itch Spell

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Remember how in Witchcraft I told Roger I had never practiced manipulative magick on him? Well… Any hoo… I might  not have been exactly honest. Although I should preface that before I do any spell work I always light a white protection candle to ask Goddess for protection and I clearly state that if it is not in the best interest or will of the person I am working my magick on then mote it shall be. Of course, y’all know Roger always had it in is will for a little Dessie loving.

My human, Jezebel, is quite adept with working a penis candle. But, I believe it’s time I came forward and told her she’s been doing it all wrong.

For starters, I always made my own candles, but if you aren’t as gifted as me here is a good link to order them. My candles were very potent for a number of reasons. I always made the red ones during a new moon and the black to be charged under a full moon. You know, that whole new beginnings and getting rid of things moon cycles. I also infused my wax with a little pee-pee and on occasion, menstrual blood.

The pee works just like a dog marking his territory. I’m injecting my dominance over the situation.

If you want to fire up your sex life go with red, if you want love go with pink, if you want family harmony go with blue and always make sure you’ve got menstrual blood in the wax. I’ve never used the white, but it’s for attracting a new lover. Black is one of my personal favorites because it is used to make a man behave when he is not in your presence. This one gets extra pee and always menstrual blood. Say, your man is going out of town for a couple of weeks. The day he leaves I pee on the black candle and that night I light up the candle on him and poof his dick will stay limp as long as I keep working that candle. It’s always nice to clean him up with a red or pink (only if you really do love the dude) upon his return. Just ask my Beloved about the power of my black candle spells. 😉

Okay, no down to business… I always used the 7 year itch spell when I developed a certain itch that only Roger knew how to scratch. I’d get to missing him and I’d make an extra special red candle molded in the likeness of his most handsome cock. My Roger was quite well endowed, so it was bigger than my usual candles. I would add my pee and menstrual blood and the fragrance I always made for Roger (It smells like sex) to the wax and after making the candle I would charge it by using it as a dildo to get some lady juice on it. I would also make a vagina candle with a dose of pee and jasmine (Roger’s favorite scent on me) in the wax.

It is very important to NEVER ever use a penis candle by itself if you are trying to spice up your sex life. If you get him all fired up there is no telling where he might wind up sticking his dick. That would be especially true of Roger. Not so much my Beloved, but it’s best not to take any chances.

On the morning of, I get the penis candle all nice and juicy with a little self loving and then I pee on the vagina candle. That night I carve the name of my lover on the penis candle and etch my name on the vagina candle. I light my white protection candle and incense to fit my mood. Then I very clearly state my intentions for what I want to happen. For the next six days I light the candles at the time I want Roger to ring me up and leave both candles burning until I go to bed. Before extinguishing the candles I drip wax from the penis candle on the vagina candle and vice versa. Each day I move the candles a little closer together until they are… Well, you get the picture…

After working this spell Roger always called me to plan a visit. Most of the time we were bobbing like bunnies by the seventh day. This spell had a 100% success rate for me when used on Roger. I never tried it on my Beloved because I didn’t have the patience to wait 7 days to see him and we rarely went that long without seeing each other, unless I was off visiting my sister or he was out of town on an extended tour. During those times you had better believe I had a heavily pissed on black candle going on his dick to keep him in line.

So, there you  have it. Fill free to modify as you wish to do so. Magick, after all, is a deeply personal experience. If you do have to buy your candles, don’t forget to anoint them with your favorite oils. Don’t be afraid to try spicing them up with some pee, menstrual blood, or lady juices.

Love and light…

Dess

 

 

Mirror, mirror on the wall…

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Who’s the biggest and baddest witch of all? Tis I, Spirit Guide Odessa.

First things first, go take a look at this amber e creature’s reviews on Amazon – Warning Cunt Alert!

Now that you are back and you’ve stopped giggling over her ignorance and stupidity with the 1 star bashing of Indie authors, where ever shall I begin.

How about with her attack of mine and Jezebel Jorge’s latest release, Witchcraft?

According to amber e –

“It’s horribly written. This author desperately needs a spellcheck and a good editor. Also, as if every page having more than one spelling or word use error, this author is going to try to pretend to know about Wicca or witchcraft? They think citrine is blue. When using the word citrine for a color it is yellow. Basic gemstone knowledge would be best If you’re seriously tempting to write about magick, uses of crystals and gems etc frown

I don’t recommend this nor other books by the author. Personally I couldn’t handle the massive errors that are third grade level things an author should know and the improper knowledge of the subject is unacceptable. Learn and research before you attempt to write about magick or religion and use a dictionary, spellcheck and an editor!”

Dearest amber e,

Don’t you ever, and I do mean fucking ever, attack my human. I triple dare you to point out one fucking spelling error in that book. The 3 word usage slip ups have been corrected. 3 errors out of 24K word does not constitute “more than one spelling or word use error”. Not only is she a troll, she also doesn’t know basic math.

Darling, if you are going to be the grammar police, I seriously suggest you clean up your own grammar riddled reviews.

“tempting to write” – Did you mean to say, attempting? Does our grammar diva not know the difference between tempting and attempting? How about “spellcheck”? I believe that would be written as, spell check. She has more errors in two paragraphs than anyone can find in our whole entire book.

As for the usage of citrine, Jez and I went back and forth with this word. She told me it was yellow. I told her that oftentimes when I look into Roger’s eyes I see them as citrine blue. That happens to mean blue streaked with yellow. The story is told from my point of view. If I want to say that Roger’s eyes are citrine blue, that is my opinion and my right. Maybe I just happen to see colors just a little more vividly that others. To avoid future confusion I have allowed Jezebel to change the word to cerulean on the latest update of the file. I hope that makes you happy, amber e.

“Basic gemstone knowledge would be best If you’re seriously tempting to write about magick, uses of crystals and gems etc frown” – Oopsie, someone skipped a period. I don’t think she’s pregnant since I doubt she’s ever gotten laid. What exactly do you mean when you say, “gems etc frown” Do you have sad gems?

“this author is going to try to pretend to know about Wicca or witchcraft?” There is no pretension in our knowledge of Witchcraft. We’re witches. It’s who we are and the spiritual path we have chosen. There are NO, none, nada, zippo. references to Wicca in any of my stories. I’m not Wiccan. I am a fucking Witch. Big difference there. We don’t bide that silly Rede. We don’t belong to a coven. Nothing against those that do. That’s their right. It’s just not mine and Jezebel’s spiritual choice. Witchcraft is a eclectic practice. There is no right or wrong in how someone makes the craft their own. There’s no fucking universal standard “Bible” on how to practice Witchcraft.

How about giving examples of what you felt was wrong about my practice of the craft?

Want to tell me what I got wrong about the usage of crystals?

If you are going to accuse someone of not being knowledgeable, you had best include examples to prove your point.

Hello? I’m waiting… Miss Coven Priestess amber e, please do share your knowledge of Witchcraft with us.

Sincerely.

Spirit Guide Odessa

 

PS… I suggest you watch out for angry rattlesnakes.