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Honouring Papa Joe Davis – Southern Root Worker & Vodou Priest

Papa Joe Davis – Vodou Priest and Hoodoo Doctor
Photo copyright Daniel Elke


On the 1st of February 2023, in Raleigh, North Carolina USA, after some illness Papa Joe Davis passed to the other realms.

I came to know of this man through my partner Artist, Ismaila Putuenchi in Foumban Cameroon, they had become good friends, for over 20 years and we spoke fondly of him both feeling the burden of his illness, which I saw and named before it was actually given to me. Papa Joe was a true and talented hoodoo magician, voudon priest and root worker of real southern American vodou. 

Papa Joe was firstly bought up in the southern hoodoo tradition, in rural North Carolina close to the border of South Carolina. His godfather was a root doctor and a conjurer, a spiritual worker. His dad was a believer in the power of hoodoo and his mum was a Christian in the Pentecostal faith.

He moved to work in the oldest “financial section” of New York. He became involved with a Pentecostal church in Harlem, where he became a reverend, and later in the Bronx he found his way to Vodou. He returned to North Carolina, and set up several of his “Planet of God” temples on the outskirts of a county housing development in Raleigh where he worked as a African-American vodou priest, not Cuban, Haitian or NOLA, but true  African-American Vodou. 

Papa Joe Davis – Vodou Priest and Hoodoo Doctor working a ritual.
Photo copyright Daniel Elke

A much-loved healer that spent his maturing years travelling, he spent time in Western Africa, exploring his native religion at its roots, and discovering this and its history. His favourite places were Benin and Cameroon, where he made lifelong friends and associates. He will be missed and leaves behind a true legacy of his work in African American Vodoun, Hoodoo and Conjuring.

Rest in Peace Papa Joe, we both share a love of the root work from the South, I honour you today on this page, and share a little part of my journey below….

I truly thank the generosity of German photographer Daniel Elke for his wonderful photos here of Pappa Joe and his permission to share them, you can find more of his work here: Daniel Elke Photojournalist

Remembering and honouring Papa Joe Davis – Vodou Priest and Hoodoo Doctor – What is remembered lives!
Photo copyright Daniel Elke

In the late 1990’s I became very aware of all the specialities Papa Joe practised, and the uniqueness of Hoodoo, Conjure, Rootwork practises of African American Folk Magic. I was in relationship for a few years with a blues singer, journalist and actor from Texas, his grandaddy had a large farm on the outskirts of Centerville, Texas, and one of his farm workers was the legendary bluesman Sam Lightnin’ Hopkins, at 8 years of age my bluesman became obsessed with Sam’s playing and the African American culture of those early mid 1950’s. Two years later at just 10 he begin his career as a chanteur of the blues, while shining people’s shoes. He wrote a song called “Shoeshine Charlie” a great little swing-shuffle.  (I must put his songs on you tube as a legacy!)

That’s my bluesman and returned Vietnam veteran in the purple jacket, leaning over the lead guitarist in Austin, Texas.

It was on his personal altar in his home in Austin, Texas and his gift packages I received in the mail to Australia, that his practice of Tantra, Hoodoo and Witchcraft were all shared with me. At the time  I myself was a practising witch, and living with a yogi, hoodoo was of great interest and fascination to me, this was 25 years ago now. For the last 23 years I have supplied roots, powders, oils, amulets and animal parts in my online store to spiritual communities worldwide, I love my conjuring work, and so thankful to my now dead (2005) bluesman that introduced me to southern folk magic. I have fond memories of his last released musical CD in 1999 with 10 original tracks one being “Voo Doo Chickin’ Blues” very hoodoo for a white fella!

When I returned to America to live in 2000 the bluesman was touring New Zealand. I was lucky to land in one of the “Southern States” Delaware with my partner we ran a construction company, I was a property manager, and together we also ran several companies for a cartel in Sydney Australia, buying, selling, renting and maintaining properties for them. Most of our labourers were African American, we would give a leg up to men just out of prison, picking up workers each morning from the mission in the back of our blue Ford 500 pick up truck. We paid them more than the locals did, (double actually) also supplying water and a hearty meal for lunch to keep them going. Our decision was to give African Americans that had been incarcerated a decent wage, great working conditions and second chance in society, a few got third, fourth and fifth chances too with us. We also lived in the danger of the “hood” in Wilmington, and later Edgemoor Gardens which had its challenges, but the idea had been to immerse ourselves in the culture, offer homes to the African American homeless, so we literally did. This is where I lost all my fear, (the best thing to happen to me) and became a true warrior! I could tell you many scary stories, and how I cried so much at first, sleeping on the floor of the pickup truck one night, because I could not go home, terrified someone would see me. Another night spent sleeping in the snow, with only my bunny to keep me warm. The sound of gunshots, the smell of ice, crack cocaine, and the crazed people high on it. The endless days in court, fighting against pathological liars. Stop Astarte lets not reverse down that rabbit hole! Let’s just go shopping at Harry’s.



My Hoodoo haunt in the states – Harry’s Occult Shop – South Street, Philadelphia. PA.



My spare time was all about my personal craft, attending workshops, sabbat rituals, pagan potlucks, a witchcraft night club, and one of my favourites was visiting Harry’s Occult Shop in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. and all that section of South St, which felt like you were transported I imagined to a part of Africa. My white friends warned me away telling me that area was very dangerous. I personally loved it as did my partner from Australia, it was full of African culture. Articles in my home are from South St, as well as my huge cast iron cauldron, so a part of that small glimpse of Africa has stayed with me all these years, shipped home in a container.

Harrys was daunting to me at first, like nothing that existed in Australia, and I’d earned a living working in a few occult stores as a reader. But Harry’s was something else, I felt a mixture of ignorance on my behalf but also excitement as this was the stuff, I wanted to get my teeth into, Americas own authentic African folk magic. Harry’s Occult Store was founded in 1917, it originally began as a traditional pharmacy. However, many of the first customers that came into the shop were Black southerners, who would repeatedly ask the owner Harry for various powders and oils of an “occult” nature. The southerners came up to the north bringing their Hoodoo, traditions with them, and a consumers demand for the appropriate powders, roots and oils was listened too. Harry took it so seriously the pharmacy was transformed into an occult store, sadly closed now. That’s Harry below.

The counter at Harry’s, just as it was when I first entered.

The window displays at Harry’s a treasure trove of mysterious goods.

Harry’s Occult Store

I bought myself a huge two storey, seven-bedroom farm house in the county of New Castle on the outskirts of the city of Wilmington in Delaware near the Delaware River, it was 300 years old with many huge rooms in the basement, one had a tunnel to the river, and this home, later a Manse, was part of the underground railway, in the freedom of slavery. Here the enslaved could escape upriver to Pennsylvania, which was a free state and later in 1821 they could simply cross the river to New Jersey, when it became a free state too. Delaware remained an enslaved state where all forms of forced labour were finally ended by the Thirteenth Amendment in December 1865.

I loved owning a home where its history was rich in freedom, and a safe underground passageway, where the stolen generations from Africa and their children could live as humans should. For many months I dropped one of my African American workers and my cat off of a morning to work on the house, because I lived in the city in an apartment my black cat Harry would wander the neighbourhood, and I’d pick them both up at the end of the day. One day a white woman from across the road approached me, and asked me if coloureds were moving in? She was so racist and concerned, my experience where I lived, was a racism that was blatant, it disgusted us both.

A Map of New Castle, DE. Showing the river.
Sadly, this beautiful home has been turned into apartments. I started the rock finish, and intended to rock the whole home, it was never complete, so I ended up losing money on this one. I bought this house at Sheriff sale. It was full of fleas, and dead pets remains throughout, I still have the unread diaries of the woman who died here, and her chest of drawers. Upstairs I had a beautiful large bedroom with a fireplace, I kept it free of furniture and I used it purely as a ritual space.

So, let’s get back to Vodou, which is so misunderstood, with so much commercialism most believe its simply about poppet dolls and pins! Vodou is a religion – it’s about servicing, assisting, and helping people, giving them confidence in their life and the strength to move on through the cycle’s life takes us through. This is what I also do every day, yet I’m not of African descent, but I use some of the tools, I’m simply a luciferian witch, who practices my ancestral Anglo-Saxon craft, with the practises I’ve learnt after Indigenous initiation here in Australia, with a strong emphasis on medicine, and what I’ve learnt from Hoodoo in America, it’s a potent mix for sure.

Vodou is a native religion that is practiced in Western Africa, which has also found its way into the contemporary USA through the spiritual heritage of the African American community. Hoodoo, Conjure, Rootwork, and similar terms refer to the practice of African American folk magic.

Hoodoo is an American term, originating in the 19th century or earlier. One of its meanings refers to African American folk magic. Others believe Hoodoo consists of a large body of African folkloric practices and beliefs with a considerable admixture of American Indian botanical knowledge and European folklore, that is simply not true, it stands alone from Western Africa, and is practiced by African Americans. There is now a rather popular contaminated and commercial version called NOLA Voodoo, the two are very different, as New Orleans Voodoo also includes Catholicism.

Although most of its adherents are black, contrary to popular opinion, that it has always been practiced by both whites and blacks in America. Other regionally popular names for hoodoo in the black community include “conjuration,” “conjure,” “witchcraft,” “Rootwork,” “candle burning,” and “tricking.” The first three are simply English words; the fourth is a recognition of the pre-eminence that dried roots play in the making of charms and the casting of spells, and the fifth and sixth are special meanings for common English words.

A professional consultant who practices hoodoo on behalf of clients may be referred to as a “hoodoo doctor” or “hoodoo man” if male and a “hoodoo woman” or “hoodoo lady” if female. 

Hoodoo has its own cultural repertoire of tools, spells, formulas, methods, techniques, and beliefs. Within that cultural repertoire, people make their own choices of how to conduct themselves and how to create a work of magical intent — but they remain within the cultural repertoire as they do so.

Any practitioner of conjure who did not grow up within African American culture just like me is either a guest and should have the good manners of a guest, or has joined into the culture in some way and to some extent and should therefore be ready to defend African American culture, including hoodoo, against the redefinitions, reworkings, and appropriations that outsiders continually seek to inflict upon it.

In other words, if you cannot respect hoodoo as it is and for what it is, then please, do not mess with it at all. And please stop calling it Voodoo! 

In deepest respect, Papa, thank you for the old memories, and thank you for letting me put things straight for you. Seems we also both had a thang for pigeons too! as they say down south.

© Astarté Earthwise

Beltaine Blessings from the Southern Hemisphere

Beltaine Blessings to you my readers it’s a beautiful day here, honouring this Holy Eve with you all, as the Jacaranda blooms amongst the gumtrees just outside my window…..


The beautiful Maiden and the young handsome Lord explore their country together, playfully and innocent, for the last time as they stand on the precipice of understanding, maturity and reason.

He weaves garlands of golden Wattle for Her hair, She wraps feathers in the dark curls of His hair and with Their laughter the eucalyptus trees sway, gum nuts flower and the native birds sing. They become more and more absorbed in each other, touch, scent, energy builds, until finally They give into Their desires at Beltane, the sun has moved into exactly 15 degrees of the sign of Scorpio of sexuality. (Which is 9.42am EST November 8th this year 2020 if you wish to work by the sky’s calendar)

His sacred seed is given and received, the Athame and Chalice unite, fertility abundantly sweeps and across the Northern part of the Land the rivers and waterfalls flow and the earth gladly receives the rain.

The earth pulses beneath Them and with Their union. Here they feel the scorpion shapeshift into the Eagle, he lays down his athame, and picks up his Fire Wand.

They are transformed.

She becomes Queen and He is King, and together They are at once both magnificent and terrifying. It is a joyous union, full of inspiration, creativity and passion and They cross this sunburnt land in a swirling dance, stirring the cyclones, and fanning the summer fires.

~ ©Astarté Earthwise

Autumn Tide 2018

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As we stand at the entrance to the West gate, opposite the place of the rising sun that gave us light for the last 6 months we now turn to the deep waters of the changing time, our shedding complete, we stand bare, sunset, dusk, autumn, harvests end, as the darkness enfolds the sun grows old, our thoughts turn towards the coming winter.

Let’s measure what we have achieved and start plans for what will ensue, let’s sort, sift and store our fruits and seeds, and prepare our tools for our journey to the underworld, Her deepest mysteries.

We stand at this western water crossroad preparing ourselves emotionally for the passage within to the deepest self.

On Wednesday when the sun moves into the astrological sign of Aries here in Australia, we celebrate the moment of Equinox, of balance, light and dark, and of the turning of the wheel.

Time for  preparing for the doorway down, through the Mysteries once again, Mabon is approaching, I shall open myself to the seeing, this place of deep waters is for my healing. The land is slowing, rotting, swelling and falling.
Nature and my ancestors are imprinted in my bones, and water holds the memories that bring me back, year after year to revise this sacred life, to learn, to walk through new lessons, and to grow stronger through the deep harvest in Water.

As I grow older like the sacred land, I want to keep growing, learning and live a full, happy life, because I deserve it!

As I reach out more and participate in service with humanity, Hecate stands at the crossroads, smiling, and she shows me this is my personal key to harmony. The Wisdom of the Goddess shows me the importance of this service, and that my longed-for healing takes place with helping and assisting the living.

The divine Presence within me knows to become whole, I need to live fully, to take part, and become involved with others. Some days I can choose to do just a little at a time, until I feel I can do more.

As I mature so does my willingness to let more people in, to mentor from my truth, Her truth, this is a process that I will continue till I draw my last breath and journey west for the final time in this incarnation. Now as Autumn Equinox approaches, I know my journey continues again as we move to this place on the Compass, the place of deep reflection and scrying and deep memory; you too can take this opportunity for your own healing.

All of us have a deep, deep desire to belong, spiritually we are at our best when we participate with others, this is the time of year to consider cutting down the branches of isolation, and make the way for new growth toward a life of loving involvement. Remember this…Life is for living!

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Mabon Memories

Time for  preparing for the doorway down, through the Mysteries once again, Mabon is approaching, I shall open myself to the seeing, this place of deep waters is for my healing. The land is slowing, rotting, swelling and falling.
I was often scared, and lived with much fear throughout my being, in my earlier years. To cope I didn’t move, I kept quiet. I shut down, I didn’t get involved. I didn’t really live.
Autumn reminds me of this time, its Nature is imprinted in my bones, and water holds the memories that bring me back, year after year to revise it, to learn, to walk through new lessons, and to grow stronger through the deep harvest in Water.

As I grow older like the sacred land, I want to get better and live a full, happy life, cause I deserve it!

As I reach out more and participate in humanity, Hecate stands at the crossroads, smiling, and she shows me this key to harmony. The Wisdom of the Goddess shows me the importance of service, and that my longed-for healing takes place with the living.

The divine Presence within me knows to become whole, I need to live now, to take part, and become involved with others. Some days I can choose to do just a little at a time, until I feel I can do more.

As I mature so does my willingness to let more people in, the healing is a process that I will continue till I draw my last breath and journey west for the final time in this incarnation. I see how unhealthy I have been, and now as Autumn Equinox approaches, I know my recovery has begun yet again as we move to this place on the Compass, the place of deep reflection and scrying and deep memory; you too can take this opportunity for your own healing.

All of us have a deep, deep desire to belong, spiritually we are at our best when we participate with others, this is the time of year to consider cutting down the branches of isolation, and make the way for new growth toward a life of loving involvement. Remember this…Life is for living!

You are never alone

 

 

Behind the darkness there is always light,

Hold hope in your heart, and acknowledge.

Your faith will give you strength,

Your witch blood will bring courage.

You are not alone; you are loved by many,

Your ancestors are standing there on your shoulders.

Find the silence to hear them, love them,

Go within and engage with your Divine Presence.

Use your cunning ways, wisdom and gratitude,

Trust your healing, intuition and wildness.

To lead you on your crooked path,

And to help you develop a new sense of living.

© Astarté Earthwise March 2017

Sand Hexing

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See that line??

Yes that one, right there,

The great spatial expansion.

I have drawn that line in the sand,

Its deep, I dug it with all my might.

I put my strength and energy into it,

See it’s got my signature.

See?

Yet I was not alone.

When I did it.

I had help….HER help,

The first born.

The first torn,

Her rage helped me cut deep.

Lilith held my hand,

She protects me.

She backs me up, in moving forward,

I am… who I am.

You can no longer cross this boundary.

No more…ok? .. NO MORE.

STOP!!!

Thank you …

That Hex is now done!

~~ © Astarté Earthwise

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Autumnal Chalice

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Reflecting quietly, morning eastern light,

Scrying through the trees and the Mabon fog.

This morning’s poetry flowing on her lips,

The harvest hangs heavy on her aching hips.

Thoughts turn and twist to life with Her lover.

She breathes in the pangs of grief and sorrow.

Time to decrease, ground, and evaluate what awaits

She pulls together the harvest and prepares for her declination.

She takes note of the sun moving into the constellation of Aries,

Dons the cloak of the pioneer, the person forging ahead on Her own,

Once more she prays, chants and she seeks equilibrium,

Picking up her Autumnal chalice, setting her sails to the west.

She steps into the water feeling Her own waning Strength,

Here water mirrors and makes the changes for movement ahead.

She awaits the dark, powerful void of the Underworld,

Letting go, releasing, accepting the secrets of death and rebirth.

~~ © Astarté Earthwise March 2015

Deepest Autumn Blessings for the New Year

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The afternoon shadows call to me, they stretch out across the lawn and the paddocks before me. I hear a frog behind me; the breeze is gently blowing from the south-east. Afternoons like this are precious to my soul. Peace and quiet and the sounds of Nature around me. Butcherbirds compete, flies buzz around me, one wispy cloud in the sky to the east, crickets chirp from the paddocks in the north. The fruit trees are losing their leaves; the grass is damp under foot, still holding the mornings dew at its roots. I close my eyes, I breathe in the air. Tomorrow is the New Year, and the celebration of the Deepest Autumn when the sun is at 15 degrees of Taurus the exact point between the Autumn Equinox and the Winter Solstice, Therefore the cross quarter day.

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Since I’ve moved onto the land I have no need for fancy names to celebrate the place where Autumn and Winter meet and come together on the round between Water & Earth. Here I sit very aware of the mud beneath my feet, things slowing down, and the rotting starts as the veil thins and death is sent in a message on a walk and hour before I started writing. As I approached a couple of gum trees, a top notch pigeon fell out of the tree and to its death before me.  I reached down and picked up his limp body, he has a wound to his chest and blood coming from his right eye; I embrace his warm fragile body in my hands with compassion in my heart. The messenger bird arrived at my feet in a very violent, confronting way.

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I let the shadows take my fears as they stretch out before me and dissipate as the sun’s strength diminishes and takes them away. I thank Nature for the ritual, and the blessings of this place. In a few days forward it will be a completed cycle of a year since I came onto this land. The teachings are subtle and the lessons cherished as each day brings such joy , living as my ancestors did on the land away from the chaos soothes the soul and gives so much more to cherish. Deepest Autumn Blessings and may Tomorrow be the beginning of a great new year for those that follow the Earthwise Path.

Wise & Blessed Be

Astarte

Morning Mist & Mud

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The shadows of the morning mist, beckon me outside. I leave my desk and follow the mornings call.

The softness of the rolling, falling mist meets my skin, refreshing, invigorating, I breathe it in deeply.

A magpies call, a crow’s cry, a calf bleating for its mother lost in the fog, wings of a kookaburra flapping near me.

Music to my morning ears.

Here I stand in the shadows of early morning, as the sacred round gently turns, heading to winter, moving away from the sun, a sense of peace journeys to my soul.

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This time of year is so needed, the slowing down, the shadows that we explore, within and without.

A knowing, a deeper connection to those close in the shadows, that have gone beyond the veil, they draw closer as does Samhain.

We stand here on the wheel, the constellation of  Taurus above us, between water and earth in the mud that holds us, nurtures us and brings us forth from the shadows what is needed right now.

Prayer rides on my lips to those departed, those struggling in the shadows between the veils of this life and the next, the scent of Pluto’s Death is in the air.

The leaves and some thoughts turn, they fall, they decompose to give nourishment to the earth that sustains us.

I stop in this moment and give thanks, all is unfolding as it should, more light permeates my mind and the shadows around me.

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The webs spun through the night leave their silken presence on my skin as I return through the orchard and head back to my desk for the day ahead.

May your Wednesday hold you in this moment, of being and breathing for as long as you need it.

Much joy from my heart to yours today, in the shadows, and the mud of the year.

Wise & Blessed Be xXx

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