Well now, ain't this just a fine and dandy discussion going on here? It reminds me of my hunting buddies . . . you know, the guys that you talk to in June and July and plan a hunting trip in September to go to Colorado? The ones that all say yeah, I'll be ready to go? The same ones that when September rolls around all say well, I have to be at work, go to the doctor, take my dog to the vet, or fill in your favorite excuse here?
Like my hunting buddies, as long as people are sitting fat, dumb and happy in air conditioning in the day light, they are quick to say they will go hunting or that there is no need for vampire killing kits because there are no vampires. But when September comes or when they are in the dark, alone and in unfamiliar territory, if they have any brians at all, something way down in the bottom of their toes tells them that they are in serious trouble.
I was born in Gulfport, Mississippi and grew up between there and New Orleans. I knew many of the old cajun people and attended the little Catholic churches way out in the boonies. I came up on the old tales of the old people who lived in the swamps and made their living out there or on shrimp boats during shrimping season. My uncle, Bud Bouche, lived on Honey Island on the Pearl River. All the old people believe in voodoo, vampires and loup garous. I personally know nothing of vampires but I have personally witnessed voodoo ceremonies that defy logic and reason. I've seen things happen that are impossible and it sacred the crap out of me. I quit dating the absolute most bueatiful girl in the world because of it. Her mother was a voodoo woman. She was real and she had unreal power.
Now all of you boys who are sitting here in front of this modern marvel of communication and information are all saying well he's full of it. But it's only July and you are sitting fat, dumb and happy in air conditioning in the daylight, in your own home, in known territory. If you'll come with me to Delisle, Mississippi on the lower Pearl River, back to Honey Island Swamp, at night, I'll bet you won't be so quick to say that. In fact, I'll bet your pucker factor will be about a 10.
And when we go up river a ways to a mark and get out of the Pirogue and are stoped by large cajun or black men and blind folded and lead to a gathering in the swamp and only then is the blind fold removed and you see the fire and the voodoo woman begining her ritual and you witness what I've witnessed and you say to yourself "this can't be happening; that is impossible," THEN you tell me I'm full of it. Until then, you are just saying you'll go hunting in Colorado but it's only July and you have time to make excuses between now and September.
When I go down there, I go with my knife blade dipped and dried in garlic juice. I go with my 44 loaded with silver bullets purchased from a place where you can buy griss-griss bags and silver bullets and sacred items and chants to protect against loup garous. You buy these things from an old woman that has little blue bottles hanging in all of the trees and bushes in her yard. All her neighbors are afraid of her and so am I. I go knowing that it is real and that people have gone in there and not come out. And others have gone in and come out only to drop dead shortly thereafter. And I've seen bodies carried in that walked out. And I've seen the most absolute evil power on the planet that'll scare the crap out of any sane Christain man that witnesses it. And it'll do the same to you too. Believe it.
The people of Europe and those that came to America came with their beliefs in similar powers of vampires and loup garous or wolf garou (French for Werewolf). I don't know anything about them but I'm sure not going to say it isn't true. I do know the old cajuns, those that speak that strange bastardized French language, believe in them. If they say it's true, I am not about to say it isn't. I cannot truly say it is true but neither can I say that it is not. But I do know where you can buy vampire and loup garoux killing kits but there isn't much you can do about voodoo once a "Chanting Woman" has some of your hair and casts her spell. You can go to another voodoo woman but likely as soon as she discovers that you're being hexed, she will not have anything to do with you. You've all heard the saying "you can run but you can't hide." If it ever had application, it dang sure applies to having a voodoo spell put on you.
Some people say that if you truly believe in God and can find one of the old Cathloic Churches that still have one of the old priest there, he may be able to save you but there are not many of those around anymore. Modern day people just don't think they need them anymore. And truly, you don't unless you are the one with the spell on you. If you are, then it's September and it's about to snow all over you whether you are ready to hunt or not.
Like the killing kit says, if you are going to certain sections of the country, you might want to go prepared just in case that feeling down in the bottom of your toes says to you "OH SCHMITT!"