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Book Review – Santa Muerte: The History, Rituals, and Magic of Our Lady of the Holy Death by Tracey Rollin

February, 2019

Book Review
Santa Muerte: The History, Rituals, and Magic of Our Lady of the Holy Death
by Tracey Rollin

I
have always had a great attraction for the image of Death. When I
was eleven, I received a Dover coloring book of Medieval prints and a
box of watercolor paints. Many of the pictures I painted and used in
collages but the picture of “Death and the Maiden”, I put on my
wall after I painted it and it has been on one of my walls of
whatever house I have lived in ever since. Let this sink in –
I was eleven in 1971 and I am now fifty-eight years old.

In
my twenties, I followed the Grateful Dead. One of the highest points
of that era was being backstage at the Barton Hall concert at Cornell
University on May 16, 1981, just days before my twenty-first birthday
– I met the entire band, including of course, Jerry Garcia, who had
eyes that twinkled like Santa Claus. I bought this t-shirt at this
concert and I wore it until it was at a rag but I still have it
because – because of all the memories attached to it.

I
went to Mexico in the mid-1990’s and while I saw mostly images of
Our Lady of Guadalupe, I do remember seeing the garishly painted
skulls of what I now know were images of Santa Muerte in the markets
that surrounded the resort town in which we were staying. I thought
they were interesting but I was more attracted to the images of the
Lady of Guadalupe. I loved the mosaics of Her that were built into
the walls of the town. I took pictures of that and one of them I cut
down into a small devotional picture. Later, I attached it to a
magnet so I could put it on my fridge, where it is today.

And of course I know about El Dias De Los Muertos – the Day of the Dead. When I was young girl, I used to read Trixie Belden mysteries – they were competition to the better-known and more popular Nancy Drew mystery books. Originally written by Julie Campbell, the sixth book in the series, Mystery in Arizona – which was the last mystery Campbell wrote for the series – deals with the mystery of the Mexican workers leaving without a trace to eat “the dead” and “skeletons” and “skulls”. The one problem with this story is that it takes place over the Yule holiday and not during Samhain, which is when El Dias Los Muertos actually happens. But that was my first introduction to the term “the Day of the Dead” and the customs that surround it, even though there were many mistakes in the entire story.

I
also am a suicide survivor. I have tried at least six times. The
last time was April 6, 2004 and I celebrate that date every year now.
I joke that “Death doesn’t want me” but of course the fact is,
if it’s not your time, it’s not your time. And I know better
than to try to die, even though I often long for Death in a most
basic way. I know I just have to wait for my time.

I
realize now that I was looking for Santa Muerte. I realize that my
longing for Death is not an actual wish to die but is a longing for
Our Lady of the Holy Death.

When
I heard about Santa Muerte:
The History, Rituals, and Magic of Our Lady of the Holy Death

by Tracey Rollin, published in 2017 by Weiser Books, I jumped on the
chance to read it. Because I had so many other books to read first,
it sat untouched for nearly six months before I had the time to give
it the attention it deserved. But once I cracked it open, I couldn’t
set it down.

Of course I Googled Tracey Rollins. Her website is here: http://traceyrollin.com/ She looks to be about twenty or maybe thirty years younger than me – at any rate, she looks young enough to be my daughter. I mention this because on her website and in Santa Muerte, she talks about her Catholic childhood, and I too, was raised as a Catholic. But being older than Rollins, my Catholic childhood would have been a bit different – I remember the Latin Mass and when the “New” Mass was introduced – and we have a different background, since she was raised in New Mexico by a German immigrant mother and I was raised in Western New York in a predominantly German-Polish community; my personal ethnic background is German-Scots-Irish-French. But as I read, I could identify on so many levels that I felt that I was conversing with someone who had been down many of the same roads I had been. A soul sister, as they say on the streets.

I
think one of the things I liked best about this book is that it is so
well-grounded in history. Rollins talks extensively about all the
roots of Santa Muerte – the Aztec roots, the European Pagan roots,
the Catholic Sainthood roots, as well as the African Orisha roots.
Like her better-known counterpart, The Lady of Guadalupe, Santa
Muerte is definitely a New World goddess! There is so much to love
about Santa Muerte. She doesn’t care who you are or where you are
from. In fact, if you are poor, addicted, homeless, abused, on the
run, living on the streets or in the shadows, working in bars, or in
policework or EMT work, or doing construction work or any other kind
of dangerous work, Santa
Muerte is your guardian saint. How many times have you been in a
terrible place and that scary face turned into the most caring person
you ever met? That homeless person who shared her coffee with you or
helped you find your way home? That’s Santa Muerte. She’s in
the subways and the streets and the shelters. She’s the nurse who
seems so tough but is the softest touch on the floor. She’s the
old woman you never notice until you need her. She’s the face of
the ultimate mother – Death.

There
are seven aspects to Santa Muerte – seven colors for seven aspects.
White is purity. Blue is daily living and relationships. Green is
ethics, justice and law. Gold is wealth. Red is sex and passion.
Purple is magic. Black is negation and dissolution. But Rollins
points out that:

“Even within the seven colors of Santa Muerte, there is some variation and substitution. One common variation is to replace the gold aspect of Santa Muerte with a yellow or amber aspect that is primarily dedicated to healing. Some practitioners use pink version of Santa Muerte instead of the red aspect for spells involving love and affection instead of lust. There exists a brown version of Sante Muerte, chosen specifically for invention in earthly matters and for the manifestation of the practitioner’s desires. Some claim she is the mistress of all practical business matters, splitting this away from the blue aspect and this isolation its knowledge and empathy-enhancing qualities.” (Rollins, 82).

Rollins
tells you how to choose a color for properly resolving your problems
but she also advises getting a Santa Muerte statue that displays all
her seven colors, at least for your first statue, especially when you
are setting up an altar to Her. Chapter Six is dedicated to the art
of creating a proper Santa Muerte altar. Anyone who has set up any
kind of altar will be familiar with many of the aspects of
altar-building; however, there are a few details to remember when you
are working with Santa Muerte. First of all, she likes Florida
Water. I always thought Florida Water was a brand of cologne that
you bought in Florida – my grandmother always brought back a bottle
when she went to Florida every winter – but it’s the name of a
scent formula that was first produced in 1808 and has always remained
popular (Rollins, 99). For some reason, the spirits of the death
love the scent of Florida Water. Rollins includes a recipe for
making your own Florida Water on page 100. Most of the ingredients
can be found in any major supermarket or pharmacy.

Of
course you need candles – it is possible, nowadays, to find Santa
Muerte novena candles in the Goya aisle of your supermarket with the
other novena candles – I thought they were just happy skull candles
for El Dias De Los Muertos, but now I know better. The next time I
go to the large Tops supermarket on the West Side of Buffalo, I am
going to get myself one. But if you can’t find a candle with the
image of Santa Muerte on it, you should be able to find one with the
seven colors. I’ve seen those for several years now and I just
didn’t know what they meant. I’m going to get one of those, too
– and do a seven-day novena, meditating each day on each aspect of
Santa Muerte.

Other
items commonly found on a Santa Muerte altar are apples, aloe,
butterflies, a black mirror, a bowl of dirt, a bowl of salt, a bowl
of water, and a censor for burning incense. Santa Muerte likes the
scent of rosemary incense, myrrh and sweet grass. And naturally she
wants candy – sugar skulls if you can get them

You will want a statue of Santa Muerte but if you can’t get one, a picture of her will do (Rollins, 104).

The
next two chapters are about two rituals that are commonly associated
with Catholics: praying the rosary and a novena. Within the Catholic
Church, these are specific kinds of prayers that produce powerful
results if done with the proper devotion and dedication; however,
these kinds of devotional prayers are not exclusive to Catholics, as
Rollins points out:

Meditation beads are actually a common spiritual accessory. They have been used for thousands of years by people following a variety of spiritual beliefs worldwide. For instance, many Buddhists, Hindus, and
Sikhs employ a long 108-bead strand of prayer beads referred to as mala beads. They are often used to count repetitions of short prayers called mantras, or the names of gods or saints…Muslims also use medi-
tation beads, called misba?ah. These beads are used to recite the ninety- nine names of Allah. Catholics use chaplets and are famous for their use of the rosary, but the use of meditation beads has spread to some
Protestants denominations as well. (Rollins, 137).

Like
most Catholics, I can’t remember actually learning to pray the
Rosary. It seems like I have always known how to do it, although
when I was very little, I used to pray the “Our Father” to start
it off instead of “The Apostle’s Creed”. By the time I made my
First Communion at the age of seven, I was praying it properly like a
good little Catholic girl. My mother instructed me to pray the
Rosary whenever I was angry or upset with one of my brothers or
sisters and that seemed to be most of the time. She also told me to
pray the Rosary when I was unable to sleep, since I have been an
insomniac since a young child. I was usually able to fall asleep
within chanting a few decades of “Hail Marys” but some nights, I
prayed through the entire circlet and stared into the darkness.

When
I decided that I had enough of patriarchal religions and really threw
myself into learning everything I could about Goddess religions,
Wicca and Paganism, one of the things I really missed was praying the
Rosary. I rewrote the prayers to reflect my new views. “The
Apostle’s Creed” became a recitation of the names of my favorite
goddesses. The “Our Father” became “Our Mother”. “Hail
Mary” remained pretty much the same, although I changed “the
Lord” to “the Lady” and left out the name of Jesus after
“blessed be the fruit of thy womb”. The “Glory Be” uses the
Maiden, Mother and the Crone, instead of the Father, Son and the Holy
Spirit. It took a while to get used to saying these prayers like
this but now I’m so used them like this that I can’t say them any
other way.

Rollins
has alternate prayers for the Santa Muerte Rosary as well. All
the prayers have been changed – not one is in any way, form or
shape like its original. They are all dedicated to Santa Muerte.
Here is an example of one, meant to take the place of the “Hail
Mary”:

I call upon Santa Muerte, the Holy Queen of Death,
Who commands all influence and authority.
Please grant me your power and your protection,
Blessing me and keeping me now and always.
Amen. (so mote it be, etc.) (Rollins, 149).

Rollins
recommends using rosaries that are dedicated to Santa Muerte. I
found them easily when I Googled “Santa Muerte Rosary”. There’s
a lot of them on Etsy. The most popular colors are red, white, and
black, or rosaries with all seven colors. They run anywhere from $10
to $40.

The
next part of the book concerns novenas. Novenas are a set of prayers
that are said over a certain amount of days – nine days, twenty-one
days, forty days, even fifty-four days. Rollins writes, “The
purpose may be something as simple as praying for the souls of the
dead or something more specific such as asking a particular saint for
help.” She continues, “Performing a novena is actually an
ancient, pre-Christian habit…Although the term originally (and
correctly) refers to prayers over nine days, it has also become more
generalized to mean a series of prayers said every day for an
extended period.” (Rollins, 151).

Novenas
to Santa Muerte are said over the course of seven days, instead of
nine days, focusing on each of her colored aspects each day as a gift
of Death. For instance, perhaps on day one you focus your prayers on
Niña Blanca, Sweet Sister Death, your prayers will help with
purification, illumination, initiation, cleansing and protection
(Rollins, 172). Rollins lists favorite offerings of Niña Blanca,
which are incidentally all white: white candle, flowers, and
candies. And then there are three whole pages of prayers for
Niña Blanca. Rollins repeats this for every aspect of Santa Muerte
– Niña Violeta, the Royal Queen, Niña Azul, the Gracious One,
Niña Dorada, Lucky Lady Death, Niña Roja, Queen of Passion, Niña
Verde, the Just Judge, and Niña Negra, the Mother of Tears.

I
would think that finishing a novena to Santa Muerte – reciting all
these prayers and meditating fully on the aspects of all these Queen
Mothers – would bring an enlightenment to the practitioner that is
quite powerful. Although I have never been a devotee of Santa
Muerte, I plan to start a devotion to Her. Her promises are
persuasive. There’s no “fluffy bunny” bullshit with Santa
Muerte. If you want it, you can get it with Her – no matter what
it is. The motive doesn’t matter. Rollins writes. “Santa
Muerte is notable because she is not concerned with the underlying
motivations driving the requests of the devotees.” (Rollins, 3).
While we should always be concerned with our own motives, it
is refreshing to discuss a deity who doesn’t care about human
motivation whatsoever and does whatever She wants to do because
that’s what She does. And when you think about it, when
does Death care about human motivation or about anything that
humans do anyway? Death laughs at humans.

In
closing, I have to say that I can’t recommend this book enough.
It’s wonderfully researched, beautifully written, and without a
doubt, a book I will be referencing and reading again and again in
the months and years to come. I am so glad that Santa
Muerte: The History, Rituals, and Magic of Our Lady of the Holy Death

by Tracey Rollins was sent to me and I had the chance to read it and
write about it. I hope everyone reading this goes right out and
finds it in their local library, bookstore, or orders it online.

Brightest Blessings!

Santa Muerte: The History, Rituals, and Magic of Our Lady of the Holy Death on Amazon

***

About
the Author:

Polly
MacDavid
 lives
in Buffalo, New York at the moment but that could easily change,
since she is a gypsy at heart. Like a gypsy, she is attracted to the
divinatory arts, as well as camp fires and dancing barefoot. She has
three cats who all help her with her magic.

Her
philosophy about religion and magic is that it must be thoroughly
based in science and logic. She is Dianic Wiccan and she is solitary.

She
blogs at silverapplequeen.wordpress.com.
She writes about general life, politics and poetry. She is writing a
novel about sex, drugs and recovery.

Book Review – Working Conjure: A Guide to Hoodoo Folk Magic by Hoodoo Sen Moise

January, 2019

Book
Review

Working
Conjure

A
Guide to Hoodoo Folk Magic

By
Hoodoo Sen Moise

Due
to the fact that, in all honesty, I say I know absolutely nothing
about Hoodoo, I was pleased to see that the first chapter was
entitled, “What is Conjure/Hoodoo?”

The
author explains the when, where, how and proceeds to tell us of
Hoodoo’s principles in chapter 2.

I
love the explanation of how

“Conjure
was birthed out of a need to overcome the

oppression
of slavery. It was a way for the slaves

to
turn the tide against the slave masters and take back,

at
least in some way, what had been taken from them.”

He
speaks lovingly about the ancestors, those who came before and laid
the foundation for all that has followed.

There
are a few chapters that discuss roots, plants and animals and how
each have their own spirit. He discusses the “spirit of a
place”, with a whole chapter on conjuring in graveyards.

“Conjure
is not a religion, but a tradition of work that

holds
strong ties with the Spirits, of the Root, God

and
the Ancestors.”

There,
too, were many quotes from the Bible that fit with this work.

Included
are many recipes for oils, powders, workings, and mojo hands.

Hoodoo
Sen Moise has written an informative, warm, loving book. His respect
and devotion comes through in every word. If Conjure is something
you have always wanted to learn about, this is the book to get you
started.

Working Conjure: A Guide to Hoodoo Folk Magic on Amazon

***

About
the Author:

Susan
Morgaine
 is
a Daughter of the Goddess, Witch, Writer, Teacher,
Healer, and Yogini. She is a monthly columnist
with PaganPages.org Her
writings can be found in The Girl God Anthologies, “Whatever
Works: Feminists of Faith Speak” and “Jesus, Mohammed
and the Goddess”, as well as Mago Publications “She Rises,
Volume 2, and “Celebrating Seasons of the Goddess”. She has also
been published in Jareeda and SageWoman magazines. She
is a Certified Women’s Empowerment Coach/Facilitator through She
is the author of “My
Name is Isis
”, one in the series of the “My Name Is………”
children’s books published by The Girl God Publications. A
Woman International, founded by Patricia Lynn Reilly. She has long
been involved in Goddess Spirituality and Feminism, teaching classes
and workshops, including Priestessing Red Tents within MA and RI. She
is entering her 20th year teaching Kundalini Yoga and Meditation,
being a Certified instructor through the Kundalini Research
Institute, as well as being a Reiki Master. She is a member of the
Sisterhood of Avalon. She can be found
at https://mysticalshores.wordpress.com/ and
her email is [email protected]

My Name is Isis on Amazon

Going Back to My Roots

December, 2018

(Roots by Frida Kahlo)

 

Be like a tree. Stay grounded. Connect with your roots. Turn over a new leaf. Bend before you break. Enjoy your unique natural beauty. Keep growing.”

-Joanne Rapits

 

I’ve been going through major internal shifts in the last year. Recently, I’ve been making some changes in my life that are shaking up relationships with people I love. Some of these patterns are co-dependent and that is a no-go for me. When I read this quote by Victor Hugo, I realized that I have a changeable mind and ways of being that used to work for me in those relationships stop working as my thinking shifts: “Change your opinions, keep to your principles; change your leaves, keep intact your roots.” But one thing that keeps uncovering itself at deeper levels are my values; these, I’ve discovered don’t change. They do, however, reveal themselves more completely as I get older. As I grow towards my chronological elder hood, I see how important it is to be who I am at my essence. The intent that takes the most courage for me to keep meeting is to be who I really am, no matter what.

 

Over the last month or so, my paternal grandma–who I called Avó Maria–has been showing up in my 
dreams at night. She died when she was in her nineties in 2014. She had a big hand in raising me. As a 
child I spent a lot more time with her than I did my parents. My family were new immigrants to Canada 
at the time and my parents worked hard to build a life for us here. 

I am so grateful for the time I got to spend with my Avó Maria. 

In my dreams, we are back in her house only this time, I am in my adult body. 

We are doing the same things together that we always did: cooking, picking vegetables for meals, crocheting,
praying, and talking. The overwhelming feeling in the dream is one of comfort: You know, the kind you feel
when you are with someone who really loves, accepts, and gets you at an essence level. My dream ends with
her telling me in Portuguese to go back to my roots: volta para tuas raízes.

I’ve been sitting with this directive for a few weeks now. I’ve taken this question into ceremony, I’ve prayed about it, and I’ve stayed silent to hear the response from Avó Maria or Great Spirit or my ancestors or the land. It turns out they all had something to say about it! Paradoxically, this statement– volta para tuas raízes–has so many meanings on different levels. I remembered the many lessons Avó Maria taught me about the things my ancestors valued. Like all children, I’ve taken the values from my culture that resonate with me and left behind others that don’t. Among those that remain into adulthood are: inclusion, community service, hospitality, open-mindedness, and open-heartedness. Then there are the spiritual values that I feel come from Great Spirit of unconditional love, unity and equality among all of Spirit’s creations. From the land, I remember the values of diversity, creativity, and advocacy.

 

When I talk about raízes now, I see this going past my blood line to the earth, the sky, and all my relations in nature. My body comes from the earth and I am rooted in the Great Mother herself. It took me a long time to feel like I belonged here on earth but the Earth Mother was patient until I remembered the truth. My spirit comes from the sky; no matter what happens, it can never be damaged or destroyed–only transformed. I believe that Spirit will simply give me many chances and lifetimes to grow and change until I am finally living in alignment with the essence of who I am and why Spirit created me so.  Rumi reminds me that Everything [I] see has its roots in the unseen world. The forces change yet the essence remains the same.”

 

As I work through the spiritual causes of the autoimmune issues I’ve been facing in my body, I notice how part of my spirit has been living in the past searching for the answer to the question of where I belong. Through journeying in the spirit world, I realized that much of my consciousness was holding onto a past life where I felt I’d been completely accepted for who I was. I was living with this desperate feeling that if I let go of that past lifetime that I would never find my place in this present lifetime. Buddha reminded me that the only time is NOW: Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.”

 

I am aware that I have little control of what happens in the universe save for my response to the present moment’s happenings. My life hasn’t turned out the way I expected it to, however, I am so grateful that Spirit’s hand reached into my life at pivotal moments to re-direct me to stay on my path with heart. The truth is that I have no idea where my Sacred Dream is taking me and this scares me sometimes. I wonder if I will drift so far away from my raízes that I will be unrecognizable to those I love. But these are simply fears and I’ve never let them stop me before from creating positive change in my life. After all these weeks, I do know one thing…If I stay rooted in my values and I keep sharing my gifts through my essential being, my life will be well lived–no matter what surprises the universe sends my way.

***

About the Author:

Jennifer Engrácio has been a student of shamanism since 2005. Jennifer is a certified teacher who has worked with children in many different education settings since 2001. She is a certified shamanic coach, reiki master, and lomilomi practitioner; in addition, she runs Spiral Dance Shamanics. Originally from Vancouver, Canada, she now lives in Calgary, Canada with her life partner.

Engrácio participated in self-publishing three books that are now available:

The Magic Circle: Shamanic Ceremonies for the Child and the Child Within”

Women’s Power Stories: Honouring the Feminine Principle of Life”

Dreaming of Cupcakes: A Food Addict’s Shamanic Journey into Healing

For more information go to: www.spiraldanceshamanics.com

Dreaming of Cupcakes: A Food Addict’S Shamanic Journey into Healing on Amazon

The Anti-New Age: What Western society is getting wrong about pursuing enlightenment by Guest Writer Bénédicte Rousseau

July, 2018

The Anti-New Age: What Western society is getting wrong about pursuing enlightenment

by Guest Writer Bénédicte Rousseau

 

 

The important thing is not to stop questioning, said Albert Einstein. In other words, considering that the human experience is rooted in the fragmentation of time and space, addressing the New Age movement starts with inquiring about the exact circumstances of its birth and development — a topic that has been written about extensively. Within the context of this article, I would simply like to mention that it is generally agreed that the New Age movement developed in the 1970s, mainly in the United Kingdom, and expanded in the 1980s and 1990s, mostly in the United States. Some people argue that New Age is done by now. Does this mean that we have entered some sort of anti- or post-New Age era? I have no answer to this question. What I know, however, in holy curiosity, is that words matter. Moreover, the use of words is subjective, even when it is believed that a common understanding of their meaning is shared. This article is no exception to the rule.

What does New Age mean? What does the new refer to? What are the essentials of the New Age philosophy beyond the large range of spiritual or religious beliefs and practices it encompasses? Who are its leaders today, and what do they say? The New Age movement has an original intention of unconditional love, freedom, and oneness, which of course I do not oppose. It also has its share of false prophets and gurus, like most religions and philosophical movements. Nothing that raises an eyebrow so far. So, what would raise an eyebrow? Would the possibility of another road, one that may lead beyond what New Age is and what it is not, stimulate curiosity? A new road understood as a field of exploration, where opposites are seen as an opportunity to learn and grow, rather than as a threat, where one does not debate but experience, where authentic spirituality paves the way; old as the hills, I know. But the circumstances are different. They evolve with time and space – and this changes the whole story.

We live in a world that, despite the glorious promises of technology, creates more and more isolation. The mechanistic view of humankind continues to develop, and this does not seem to be limited to Western society anymore. That would be too easy, and I like to think that we are all in this together. What kind of culture considers that the human brain responds in essence to a binary programme, which is central to the paradigm of artificial intelligence that is based on a mechanistic view of existence? What kind of culture destroys its home, planet Earth, to the point of becoming suicidal, and lets migrants die in the sea out of fear of opening arbitrary borders and losing economic dominance? Far from being against progress, I believe these are some of the questions of our times, and they have everything to do with spirituality. How do we learn to move from a model of ruthless consumption to one of partnership and renewed solidarity?

I have listened to inspiring New Age teachers and have enjoyed reading New Age books; certain New Age intentional communities have proven beneficial for many. There’s no doubt about that. The opposite is, however, also true. Nothing is positive or negative per se. Truths are born in the cradle of personal experiences and change over time, swept away in the dynamic flow of existence. I do not aim to say that every truth is acceptable. Indeed, we have to learn to stand, sometimes vigorously, against any situation that creates suffering — the privilege of the human incarnation. Moral responsibility and actions are important. I simply say that everything can be held with love and presence. Old as the hills, I know.

Like a tree, growing branches would be useless if my roots did not reach deep enough and were not strongly anchored in the ground (Shaman Express). I have personally found much healing and growth in the process of understanding and walking through the depths of my personal traumas and shadows, and this has only ever been possible with the help of others. Love, not fear. Faith, not hope. The human experience is fundamentally incarnated; so is spirituality. In other words, human beings are by definition embarked on a spiritual journey of their own by the mere reality of existence. From this point of view, there is therefore no experience, collective or individual, that is not spiritual. I believe that is true. Love, not fear. Faith, not hope. And in this humble exploration of the meaning of life and greater aliveness, we might eventually land on this path of an authentic spiritual journey, where it is understood that nothing has to be achieved, a path that has neither beginning nor end, where questions matter more than answers.

***

About the Author:

Bénédicte Rousseau is the co-author of the new novel, Shaman ExpressShe has a master’s degree in philosophy. After an unfulfilling corporate career, she quit her job and began traveling the world. She now is a student of the Foundation of Shamanic Studies, and is an active writer and explorer of diverse realities. For more information, visit www.benedicterousseau.com and connect with her on Facebook and Instagram at @benedicterousseauauthor and on twitter at @BenedicteRouss.

Shaman Express