Most Greatest: A Poem
She’s my most precious prize and my greatest irritation.
Oxymoronic, no, just what nature wrought.
You know, the aftermath of disobedience.
Credence given, this off balanced system.
Righteousness pleads for a soul in need.
Heavy the weight, only if chosen to carry.
Redemption’s nigh, How to surrender?
History holds, a compressive force, this nature.
Yet, love.
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In Hoodoo, power is sacred — and sacred things require respect.
We don’t skip steps.
We cleanse first.
We consult spirit before we ever reach for spellwork.
Because power in the wrong hands isn’t a blessing.
It’s a curse.
🧿 This post is for the ones who understand:
Not every ritual should be done.
Not every desire deserves a spell.
🖤 Echoes of Hoodoo presents a spiritual PSA on power, preparation, and protection.
Dovey doing what she does best ⚘️ 🎤 💰👀 https://youtu.be/kV-_Bj-zJGU?si=8KoHVz47U2eGLQb8