Papa Papa, open the door. I have met mine and I have met your.
Papa Papa, open the door. Man of shadow I fear no more.
Papa Papa, open the door.
I call to me Nibo, of those below the waters, who stands between the living and the dead.
I call to me Marassa, the divine twins.. Masaka.. Oussou.. those of divining and insight.
I cleanse that of mine and come until Midsummer, witness that which is.
Come to me.. Come to me.. Come to me..
This was the pledge made a few summers ago to the divine twins and to a patron of the lost. The twins, Masaka and Oussou, are of divining and insight.. and Oussou has a love of Rum. Nibo is an intermediary between the living and the dead. It is said that he was the first to die by violence. He is seen as the patron of those such and the guardian of the graves of those whose resting place is unknown.. what I think of as the lost. Blau was the one who brought me to the idea of that pledge and I learned what was needed..
Lately I’ve been pondering the lost. I have pulled away and been drawn back.. fed up and sympathetic.. they come to me in the mundane and the not so. I think I have settled on the idea that this is just to be part of my service.. time to make peace and establish boundaries.
Tonight I will bring to the hearth the stone that Blau sent me all that time ago – a beautiful little heart-ish shaped rose quartz.. because this work lies heavy on the heart.. and light a candle in remembrance.