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Erzulie D. & Me = Holy Chemistry

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Yesterday was a really weird day.  A colleague and I  were on our way to close out a consulting contract with a very deep pocketed and very forward thinking potential client for my day gig as an Educational Consultant . Somewhere on the Cross Island Parkway my colleague, I guess he noticed my fidgety hands and abnormally clipped driving and felt compelled to take my emotional temperature. He asked me if I was alright or feeling antsy about meeting with this potential client. I told him I was cool; lying through my teeth, but the business had been wearing me down lately. He nodded. I breathed a sigh of relief. Things were a little deeper than just work.

Let me  give you laymen out there a  little background on the Educational Consultant field that I work in.  For the past two years, the fine men and women like me who provide the NYC and NY State Public Schools with  textbooks, supplemental pieces, Intervention & ESL materials, teacher directed professional development, and administrative advisory services have seen our lifeblood dried up by all the cuts in Public Education that our stellar group of elected officials in Albany have graciously handed down on us plebes. Talk from the  pols in the media about saving the economy through sensible budgeting and economic restructuring really looks like the same old save our asses by squeezing the poor guy policy that New York has been running for years on the lower tax brackets. In our business, we’re talking specifically about straight neglect of the underprivileged and underrepresented kids living and learning in this Rotten Apple of ours.

Backtrack three hours and I’m at home juggling my two daughters while my wife is in the shower. Tuesday mornings are key days for me as that is the day that I serve one of my Lwa Erzulie Dantor. For the uninformed, Erzulie Dantor  is the Petro nation aspect of the Erzulie family of  lwa. She  is regarded as the lwa of motherhood and is overly protective and jealous of her children and those she loves. She is a patron or art, sensuality, love, and sex. This fierce warrior lwa also bestows heaps of luck and monetary success on her people. In other words, she’s a bad lady and nobody to be played with.

About 20 years ago I was chosen by Erzulie Dantor and her Rada nation counterpart Erzulie Freda (more on her at a later post) for my hand(s) in marriage. It was an honor to be chosen by one of these Grand Dames, imagine how mind blowing and numbing it was to get selected by both of them; and at the tender age of nineteen (Steely Dan all the way).

Conditions of the marriage were cool, I had to light the respective colored  candles on Tuesdays (Dantor) and Thursdays (Freda), abstain from sexual activity on those days for the rest of my life, and observe their feast days according to my ancestors’ worship calendar. I’ve held my end of the bargain until lately and I’ve seen and felt their wrath in my business, personal, and mental life. Dantor especially has had a grudge with me for an indiscretion that occurred over a year ago. As a result my life went into a freefall; culminating the near loss of my business, family, and my mind itself.

Recently, through some worship intervention and a re-commitment to my faith, I’ve slowly seen the shards and fragments of my being re-configure. My family life is improving, business opportunities that were once fleeting are now floating across my desk, and my brain is finally coming back together. This is in no small part due to Erzulie Dantor’s intervention in my life and a reward for my commitment and devotion to her. And that’s what made me so nervous that morning.

In between getting my kids dressed, the minor dispute with my better half over shower time, and the unexpected work/complaint call that I had to field, I wasn’t able to say my special luck prayer and I didn’t even get to light the royal blue candle for my wife Erzulie Dantor. I was cutting it close for time, with barely an hour to cover 70 miles of driving to pick up my colleague (the venerable and esteemed Mr. Carey to you) and another 25 minutes to cross Nassau County into Whitestone Queens from that point. I hustled out of the crib with a hustler’s vengeance, burning rubber and risking license suspension all the way to my colleague’s house. As I waited for him to leave his house and get in my car the realization of my neglect and the ensuing paranoia and anxiety hit me like a Manny Pacquiao left hook.

From that point my mission for the day changed completely. No matter what happened at that meeting, I had to hightail my ass back the f**k home and light my candle and ask forgiveness for my sorry ass.

To make a long story short, the meeting was a smash and we closed the deal in style. The client even raised our commission base by 5%  and told us he would advance us payments if we were in a pinch. I couldn’t dream of better results. To top things off, he pulled me to the side and told me that he liked my vision and had a few friends that would be in contact with me for similar types of deals. I smiled inside and said a silent prayer to Erzulie Dantor for helping me and staying by my side and never abandoning me even in my darkest hours.


The ride home was cool, no major traffic or interference by Highway patrol. I got home and the kids were asleep. My wife gave me the “I forgive you” look and planted an ooh la la kiss on me that reminded me why I snatched her up in the first place. Things were looking really good for me and her in the morning.  Oh, and my candle was sitting right where I left it that morning on our dresser; at a 45% angle from my lucky green lighter. You know what I did next. I thanked my Petro wife for sparing me the rod and the staff and blessing my meeting that morning. I said my prayer  and lit my candle; looking forward to what the next day and my next Lwa where going to bring me.

Gede Greg C.


Written by conversationswiththeliving

December 30, 2009 at 9:36 pm

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