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OCHA I.O.U.
Over the past few years, I’ve been putting away a little bit here and there into my Ocha fund. From the beginning, I’ve tried not to touch the money once it has been added. The only real exception was for religious spending. When I received Olokun, for instance, the derecho for the ceremony came from there.
I’m not sure if it’s because I’m a child of Oshun, have dumb-luck, or if it’s a combination of the two, but I’ve always managed to do well for myself financially. I’m not rich. Far from it. Often, I barely have anything left over after I’ve paid all of my bills. Still, the money I do have always seemed to be enough for the occasional impulse-buy, dinner somewhere nice, or that sort of thing.
My credit card, well, that’s a whole other story. When it comes to buying things on credit, I prefer to keep that to a minimum and only do it for major purchases or emergencies.
Well, that rule kind of went out the window this year. I started out with putting stuff on it for car repairs and similar unplanned expenses. Next came building-supplies for the chicken coop my dad and I built together out in the back yard. Big purchases that happened occasionally were soon followed by smaller purchases that happened more and more often.
Paying off my credit card would normally be a fairly trivial task, but I also had the A/C system for my house go out, which took quite a bit of money to replace.
Even my travel expenses doubled this year, when a co-worker I used to carpool with took a job somewhere else. Toll roads and gas money don’t seem like much on their own, but they add up fast.
There were many different factors that played a role in my situation, but the end result was clear. I was broke.
Small changes in my spending didn’t seem to have much effect. It wasn’t that my expenses were more than I could afford. The issue was that both my bank account and credit card were so depleted, I began living paycheck-to-paycheck. I’d switch to my credit card for a week, so I’d have enough to pay my mortgage. As soon as my next paycheck would come, I’d use it to start paying off my credit card so I’d have money to live off of the following month. It was a viscous cycle.
With the help of the orisha — and the money I’ve saved up for Ocha so far — I’m determined to break out of that cycle.
I’ll use the money to pay off my credit card. Once it’s paid off, or is at least close to being paid off, I can start moving some of my bills to that rather than my bank account. What I’m hoping is that this will give me a bit of breathing room to pay things off in a more controlled fashion.
The sooner I get my finances under control, the sooner I can start saving for Ocha again. With the tax rebate I’ll be getting back next year for my new A/C, I’ll be back to where I was in no time — with the added benefit of being able to actually contribute to my Ocha fund this time instead of just having it stagnate.
I think I’m finally starting to understand the phrase, “You need money to make money.”
I just need to find my financial balance — no pun intended. Once that happens, I’ll finally be able to start moving forward towards making santo.
CULTURE SHOCK

Last weekend was the “Honey on the River” cruise that I had mention in the previous episode of the podcast. My initial trepidation about the cruise worsened slightly when I arrived. As it got closer and closer to departure time, I realized that there wouldn’t be anyone on the boat I knew. I’m not all that social to begin with, but when I’m packed with a bunch of strangers, I’m even more uncomfortable.
I was also fairly certain that my girlfriend and I were the only white people on the boat, aside from a few of the crew members. It’s not that the crowd wasn’t diverse, just that there weren’t many people as pale and blatantly white as we were.
I mention this only because it added to the feeling of isolation as I waited to get on board. I wondered what people thought when they saw me. Did they feel like I didn’t belong? Is this how minorities feel normally?
If the isolation kept up, it seemed like it was going to be a long night… Thankfully, I was with someone, so we could entertain ourselves a bit and take some of the pressure off. I’m not sure I could have handled things as well if it was just me that night.
Upon entering the boat, we were sent upstairs to listen to a local steel drum band. They were really good. I was amazed how well some of the kids played. One girl was so young that I was surprised she could even see what she was doing.
We sat across the room from Oshun’s throne, which had been decorated nicely with fruit, money, and the usual stuff. She was tucked away in her own little corner, but still managed to be the focus on the room. I wasn’t sure whose Oshun it was and I didn’t know who to ask.
When the music was over, we were lead downstairs to the dining room.
As luck would have it, our seats were at the same table as a mother and her teenage daughter. We made chit-chat and eventually we were sharing stories about ourselves, where we were from, and that sort of thing. It made the night much more entertaining than if we had been isolated at a table of our own.
The woman was small but tough. The child was distraught over relationship issues. There was no doubt in my mind about this being a cruise for Oshun…
It didn’t take long for me to embarrass myself a bit. First, I thought I had recognized someone, and was quickly shot down. Next, I spotted a woman wearing a white skirt, white shirt, white head scarf, and what looked like a maso but shorter like an eleke. Curious, I asked her about it. She had no clue what I was talking about and said she simply picked it because she thought it looked nice. She quickly went back to what she was doing. This was just my experience with two people at the table next to ours. Things were definitely not looking well for me.
It turned out that a large amount of people were there to listen to a spoken word performance by an artist called C.O.C.O. Brown, to support the Partnership for African American Development, or simply to support their children in the steel drum band. Very few people there, aside from maybe the hostesses and a few guests, seemed to actually be in the religion.
I guess I had assumed the cruise would primarily be for people in the religion. I asked about that later and found out that the cruise is done mostly as a way of presenting an opportunity for people to get exposed to it without feeling like they are having it forced upon them. By having Oshun on the boat and a sprinkling of people wearing elekes, I guess the hope is that those who are interested will ask questions and find out more. Some people are drawn to the religion, but it’s certainly not for everyone, so I guess I understand that.
The music that night wasn’t really my style, but that’s just a preference thing. After finishing dinner, we went out on the deck and enjoyed the view. Nothing like having date-night on a cruise for Oshun, right? It was nice.
Along with a t-shirt and some small gifts, everyone was given a small jar of honey. We were told to pour the honey into the river and, as we pour the honey, to ask for whatever blessings we might be hoping for. My girlfriend and I did just that — though I had her taste the honey beforehand. I didn’t explain the pataki to her that it comes from and she didn’t ask, so that was fine by me. We poured our honey into the water and just enjoyed ourselves out there on the water.
There wasn’t a whole lot else that trip. The only other part that was memorable to me was when some young girls — one of which was the girl I had been sitting next to at dinner — were standing in and leaning on Oshun’s throne. One girl was dancing exceptionally close to Oshun. An older woman was standing at the bar nearby shouting, “Don’t lean on that! Be careful! Oh, Oshun!” No one seemed to hear her over the music and the crowd. I shook my head sympathetically, but the area was too crowded for me to really do much to help. I came back a little bit later. The dancers had moved and Oshun’s throne seemed unharmed, so I guess everything worked out.
I’d definitely go again on this cruise, especially now that I know what to expect. The only thing I would have changed, really, is to have more people on it that I actually knew. Meeting new people is nice now and then, but sharing the experience with friends would be even better.
WHITE-WASHED
In the blog post, “ Hippy-Dippy Hullabaloo“, I linked to some YouTube videos from an event in North Carolina. Definitely watch them, if you haven’t already. It’s pretty wild. It was like the opposite version of my cruise. I would assume that a celebration of Oshun, an African deity, would attract mostly African Americans and Latin Americans. I mean, yeah, I figured there would be a few white people, Asian Americans, and other minorities of the religion sprinkled in here or there like they are at drummings and other functions I’ve been to, but the majority of people usually seem to be of Latin or African decent.
Instead, the crowd seemed predominately white. They sang songs that seemed like Southern Baptist hymns with maybe a few words or names from the religion tossed in for good measure.
When the orisha were talked about, they were all described in terms of archetypes, symbolism, and in animistic fashions. Oshun is the river. Oya is the wind. That sort of thing. And, yes, to some extent, I could agree with how things were explained. But it was spoken in half-truths and in such a watered-down way, that you don’t get a full appreciation of the orisha or the religion as a whole.
Scott, a reader of the blog, weighed in with his take on the issue:
As a white guy who is soon to be getting his Elekes and Warriors, who has been into Santeria for many years…if this was the local representation of what Santeria was about, I promise I would have never “found myself” in Santeria. I may be white, but my Orishas are not, my Godfather is not, and my Santeria is not “white-washed”. We learn Yoruba, we learn Yoruba songs, Lacumi songs, we practice animal sacrifice as the Orishas suggest, we sweat, we even sing off key.
I’m not suggesting that “my way” is any better than these ladies are doing. It’s wonderful that they are getting to know their inner Orishas….but I have to agree with your blog.
Thanks, Scott.
I’ve expressed my disdain in the past over some of the comments made on Facebook, Amazon book reviews, and religious discussion boards about how “white people” are destroying the religion and have no idea what the religion is really about. Up until now, I had never really given it much credence. But when I see things like this, I can’t help but wonder if they are onto something.
Let me be clear, I don’t think it’s an issue of “white people” versus anyone else. I think the issue is more from the attempt at shaping the perception of the religion so it is more accepted by people outside of it and a shaping by people who perpetuate the religion without really understanding it.
Because of the modern freedoms a lot of people enjoy, there is a common trend of experimenting with different religions, picking and choosing parts from different practices, and then making your own religion.
It’s a bit like the Build-A-Bear Workshop for kids. You take the body of the orisha, stuff it full of Jesus and Buddha, give it the clothes of a pagan Goddess, and name it “Fred”. That is how religion works today.
With individuals, I really couldn’t care less about this approach. I mean, whatever works, right?
My issue is when they feel like ‘this is Santeria’ or ‘this is Yemaya I am working with’. No. It really isn’t.
As annoying as they are, I don’t see it as being much of an issue long-term. For one, a lot of these folks seem spiritually-inept. This religion has lasted as long as it has because, to put it simply, it works. Secondly, there will always be a certain percentage of people who will become attracted to a certain aspect they see and will eventually be drawn into more traditional practices.
When it comes to things like this event, my gut reaction is that when you hear about stuff like this, you should go. I think that part of why things went so far off-track is that, within the vacuum of that event, they felt like it was right and it was all normal. Instead, it would have been awesome to get a bunch of traditional practitioners into that event. Get them playing drums, dancing, singing, and praying to the orisha. Give those people a show. Let them see how it’s really done.
Some will find a path to this religion and, for others, it may lead nowhere. The best any of us can try to do is be a good — but genuine — representative of the religion and attempt to educate others. It isn’t a question of telling someone, “You have to do such-and-such because that’s how it is done.” Heavy-handed approaches like that just don’t work nowadays. I think you get a lot more benefit from explaining why you personally do something the way you do and give examples of how it has worked for you.
ASK AN ABORISHA
was allan kardec cremated: I’m not sure who was looking for this or why, but I had no clue what the answer was, so I looked it up. Allan Kardec, or — rather — the person who founded and popularized the Spiritism movement in the 1800′s under that pen-name, died of an aneurysm and was buried. Supposedly, visitors still leave flowers and pay their respects at his tombstone in Paris.
ocha botanica orlando fl: The only one in Orlando that I’ve been pretty impressed with was Nina’s Botanica & Boutique in Kissimmee. The folks who run it are part of a pretty large ile in Orlando, which serves a few extra benefits. First off, if you’re new to the religion, you can find out about events, network, and get a feel for things a lot easier than if it was just a storefront for candles, oils, incense, and the usual religious knickknacks you find at most botanicas. The second benefit comes to those who are members of that ile, since they typically carry things needed by the members. One example of that comes from the 2010 Letter of the Year. Within that ile, a flag was needed — which had crutches on it and a whip. It’s something that folks with a bit of crafting skill could easily make, but why bother when the botanica has them for sale? As a general rule, if they know the demand is likely going to be there, you can be sure that they will be more than happy to supply. I’ve always been a bit critical of botanicas and I’m sure I always will be, at least to some extent. They are a business. As such, they need to make money. I’ve always hated going into a botanica and seeing customers blatantly being ripped off. In Tampa, there’s a fairly popular botanica that I used to go to now and then. I was appalled one day when I ran into a woman there struggling to carry everything to the counter to pay for it. I jokingly asked her whether she was buying supplies to start up her own botanica. It turned out, she had just spent quite a bit of money on a consultation there and found out that she needed a bunch of different candles, washes, oils, incense, soaps, and that sort of thing to clean herself spiritually. She was happy to point out that she had lucked out — the store sold everything she needed get. Nice…. Thankfully, I haven’t seen that sort of thing at Nina’s. As best I can guess, a large amount of their business just comes from customers looking for convenience. If you were to comparison shop and hit up a bunch of other places, you might be able to get some things for cheaper. Where Nina’s Botanica seems to excel is that they make everything available in one place. For a lot of people, including myself, it’s often worth paying a little extra here or there in order to get everything in a single trip or not have to hunt around much. The staff is really friendly, too, but I really haven’t met anyone at a botanica that wasn’t friendly to me. Some, like in the example I gave from Tampa, might not have the most altruistic of intentions, but they are certainly pleasant to talk to while they try to swindle you out of money… No matter where you go for religious supplies — whether online or through a brick-and-mortar storefront — there’s really only two things you need to keep in mind. First, know what you are there for and how much (roughly) what you are looking for sells for elsewhere. That saves you from being grossly overcharged. Secondly, remember it’s a business and no matter how nice they might be, making money is pretty high on the agenda. Use common-sense and remember that even though you’re buying stuff for the religion, there’s no reason you can’t be smart shopper about it.
stealing ashe santeria: This is one of those things that I have very little direct knowledge of, so all I can offer is my own limited understanding and some personal opinions… I’ve seen a lot — both online and in books — about things that must be avoided when possible. For iyawos, this list is often very long. Everything from being out in the noon sun to exchanging money with someone is considered off-limits. The idea is that ashe can be taken from you. It doesn’t even need to be deliberate. In the past, I’ve compared it to the Asian concept of “Chi” and even to the fictional Star Wars concept of “The Force“. If you’re into role-playing games, you can put it in terms of “Mana“. However you think of it, it’s spiritual power and energy. The reasoning behind the taboos is to avoid this energy being passed from you. As an iyawo, you receive ashe. By adhering to the taboos, you will hopefully benefit from the accumulation of ashe in terms of your spiritual and religious development. What doesn’t seem to get mentioned is that — at least according to the opinions of uninformed sources like myself — ashe comes and goes naturally. When a santero charges an Elegua, he is putting some of his ashe into it. That doesn’t mean the santero is one step closer to not having any ashe, though. It’s renewable. And, to a large part, varies from person to person. Think of it in terms of water in a container. You can only have as much water in it as the container can hold, but how quickly the water comes out (or gets refilled) can change. How does this all apply to stealing ashe? Well, I’d imagine it works similar to if we were working with water. You either find ways to weaken the container so the water comes out faster than it can be refilled or you find ways to limit how quickly water can be put back in. Spiritual attacks are probably the most common way of doing this, I’d imagine. Going after ones’ muertos can limit their protection, while doing things to induce stress, conflict, and frustration can help limit how quick they recover. Alternatively, if you’re trying to protect yourself from this sort of thing, it’s just as easy. Attend to your muertos by working your boveda and going to misas. Keep calm and level-headed, even when things get rough. I might get corrected on it later, but that’s my take on it, at least.
what is ebo head cleansing for: The head-rogacion is meant to refresh and cleanse your mental, emotional, and spiritual state. Your Ori, which is a bit like your spiritual unconsciousness, is in charge of helping you make good decisions and staying on the right path. As we encounter negative influences or simply get distracted by life’s “bright and shiny objects”, it’s easy to stop paying attention to Ori’s guidance and push it further and further into the background. A cleaning helps to wash away that negativity and bring Ori’s influence back up towards the top. Following a path that is aligned with your Ori isn’t going to let you live forever. You still might get hit by a car. With Ori’s guidance, it just means you’re more likely to be wearing a clean pair of underwear when the paramedics find you. …or something like that.
santeria belief of placing a porous rock next to the front door for good luck: Wow. That’s a pretty specific search query… I’m not sure about the porous part, necessarily, but I think it’s a pretty safe guess that the person was curious about Elegua. He’s not really kept for good luck, per se, but is instead more geared towards making sure opportunities are made available. I guess the end result might be considered good luck, though.
i purchased a warrior elegua to help me: Unless you’re talking about some mass-market Elegua for sale online or at a botanica, what you paid for was the time, effort, and materials of the person who gave you Elegua. It’s an important distinction to make.
elegua satanic: Sometimes, I see comparisons made between Elegua — or, more often, Eshu — and Satan. As you might guess, these comparisons often tend to be made by people outside of the community by folks who might not be as open-minded and tolerant as they’d like to believe. Let me be clear, though… There is no Satan is this religion. That is a foreign concept. One has nothing to do with the other. It would be like claiming that The Easter Bunny is a Communist. You could cite all of the examples you want — about how The Easter Bunny wants to equally dispense colored eggs to the masses or whatever — but that doesn’t change the facts. Elegua is not Satanic. Period.
what does it mean when my elegua is full of ants: It means you need to clean him better. You can’t cover something with alcohol, oil, and whatever else and expect it not to attract insects.
i fed elegua on the wrong day: First, it’s important to consider what the right day really is. Is it Monday? The third day of the month? June 13th? I remember when I first got into this religion and read as many books as I could get my hands on. In one — I think it was one by Wippler — it mentioned that Elegua must be taken care of every Monday. The author then went on the explain that when she had been too busy to attend to Elegua, she was gently reminded in the form of some bad luck. It’s rubbish. The only day you need to attend to Elegua is when you want to or you know you need to. This comes from developing a connection and a relationship with Elegua. When he needs attending, he’ll let you know. It’s as simple as that. If you aren’t able to take care of him when you need to, explain the situation to him, take care of him when you can, and let it be. If you are still concerned, throw Obi to see if more needs to be done.
can you wear necklace beads even if you don’t practice santeria: Sure. Just like you can wear a cross or crucifix if you aren’t a Christian. I just don’t understand the appeal of wearing them unless you do practice the religion. If you believe in it but don’t want to necessarily become a priest, you could always just do the elekes ceremony and leave it at that. Otherwise, if it’s just for show, it’s probably cheaper just to buy the beads at a botanica.
what does the santeria necklace mean with all the colors: The colors are associated with an individual orisha. There are a few standard patterns — some that also incorporate numbers associated with the orisha — but a lot of it just comes down to aesthetics. I had a discussion about this just last weekend, when I brought my girlfriend to Orlando for her first tambor. At one point, she happened to notice the difference between my elekes for Elegua and those worn by someone else. Mine were just a simple combination of red and black, which alternated one after the other. I had assumed that perhaps the other elekes, which seemed to be in large groupings of red followed by large groupings of black might be for some specific path of Elegua or whatever. Sheepishly, I asked my godfather about it. He went over to chat with the girl, and also to get a better look, I’m sure, and then came back to let me know that it was just the way she wanted it. Some people like fancy and intricate designs, while others are fine with more minimalistic designs.
i received a white santeria necklace what does it mean: White is associated with Obatala. Assuming you didn’t receive it in a ceremony, perhaps someone just wanted Obatala to keep you safe.
where to leave offerings for oshun: The most popular spot is the river. Depending on what you’re leaving and how many people are around, some things you might be able to just release into the flowing water while other offerings might need to be left along the shore. Whenever possible, you should avoid making any offerings which include things that could harm the river, such as plastic bags, man-made objects like coins, and that sort of thing. Show your respect to Oshun by showing respect to the river.
how to dispose of offerings to yemaya: The most popular spot for Yemaya’s offerings are the ocean. Again, depending on your situation, it may require a bit of a judgment call as to whether you’d leave the offering in the ocean or along the shore. Similar to an offering for Oshun — or any orisha, really — care should be taken to as to what is left with the offering. If it’s something you are afraid might adversely affect the ocean or its inhabitants, you can dunk it in the water, let Yemaya know that it is being left for her, and then dispose of the offering in a nearby trashcan. I know it might seem wasteful to you, but I’m sure Yemaya won’t mind.
can i offer oshun eggs: You sure can. People make a big fuss over offering certain foods or in certain quantities, but an offering is not the same as an Ebo. With an Ebo, you are prescribed certain things that must be given. With an offering, it’s really just up to what you can and want to give. People often wait for an Ebo before they give to the orisha, but I like to give when I can — especially if I’m thankful for something in particular.
occult grave theft chicken heads: Someone stole chicken heads from a grave? Those heathens! Oh… wait… is this about chicken heads being found at a grave site that’s been vandalized? Sorry. I already covered that in the previous episode.
how many sweeten-jars can you have for one person in santeria: I suppose you can have as many as you plan to actively keep your focus on. If done right, though, one jar is fine. Alternatively, you could have a hundred jars that have no effect at all, if they are simply filled with honey and lacked intent. It’s about quality over quantity. You could also pray to Oshun, but she’ll either help you or she won’t. Asking more frequently will do nothing to increase your chances of success.
cow tongue on boveda: As I’ve mentioned before, cow tongues are commonly used when trying to shut someone up. I’ve never heard of using it on your boveda. Maybe I’m too much of a clean-freak, but that’s something I’d rather have outside. Tie it up with string. If you live in a rural area or know somewhere it isn’t likely to be found, you can leave it outside in the woods or somewhere else equally out-of-the-way. That way, you’re letting nature help things along. It makes me think of the phrase, “Cat got your tongue.”
send a person to dead put picture on boveda: The only person you’ll likely kill with this method is yourself — as you die of boredom waiting for something to happen.
gift suggestions for first year santero: Send cash.
LOUDER THAN WORDS
As I’ve mentioned in earlier episodes, I’ve always felt a bit like the odd-man-out. When I ask someone about what made them know they wanted to make Ocha, the answers varied. For some, they had an emotional feeling that they felt was a sign from an orisha. Some simply had an almost-instinctive knowledge that they had to do it. Others were told in dreams, at tambores, or at misas and they simply accepted it as something they had to do. For me, I’ve been a Prisoner of Ocha ever since my first reading.
I accepted the premise that I’d one day need to go through the ceremony, but there was still some hesitation.
I can’t say that the hesitation is completely gone, but it has definitely gotten better.
A few nights ago, I went upstairs to my orisha room and got down to business. The eggun stone and pot got a nice coating of palm oil. I talked with my ancestors a bit. Some I didn’t know very well and others I simply wasn’t a big fan of when they were alive. But family is family, so we talked. After I let candles for eggun, I lit one for Oshun, one in front of my boveda, and then I turned off the lights and relaxed.
I’m not quite sure how long I had been up there.
I’ll skip over the contents of my conversation. Not due to privacy concerns, but mainly so I don’t bore you.
The gist of it, though, was that I had been waiting for Oshun to give me a sign that I was on the right path and should continue forward. Since I hadn’t received anything I could consider a sign, I had been dragging my feet a bit when it came to saving up for Ocha and taking things more seriously.
As I talked, something occurred to me.
When I first talked with Oshun years ago — I mean really talked — I was in a bad state of affairs. The girl I had been with for the past few years had dumped me for another guy. I was distraught, but I wasn’t foolish. I had no intention of petitioning Oshun to bring me and the girl back together. Still, I needed a change.
My request to Oshun was that she help me find someone that would be a good match for me, someone that would be tolerant and accepting of the religion, and someone that I could trust.
That was a couple years ago — three or four — but Oshun took care of me. I’ve changed over these past few years in the religion. Without the boost I got from it and the small changes here or there in myself, things probably would’ve gone a whole lot different.
Like in the story of Oshun leading Ogun out of the forest, that’s how my experiences with her have been. She gives me little tastes of sweetness every now and then just to keep me heading towards the right path.
I look forward to one day being a priest of Oshun.
FINAL THOUGHTS
I mentioned a little while ago about wanting to start selling some stuff as a way of adding to my Ocha fund while also giving back to the community a bit. I haven’t forgotten about that. It’s just a lot more involved than I thought. Things like payment gateways and shipping fees made me a bit less excited. Some have suggested I simply list things on eBay, but then I’m paying a little bit to list the item and, assuming someone buys it, I’m going to lose a bit of money to PayPal. I’m not even sure what I could offer for sale that would be of interest to anyone. I’d really like to try doing some custom eggun staffs, but that’s probably the most difficult one to handle. It would take a while to make, since I would have to get information from the person who wants it and then find the right wood and design for that person’s ancestors, but it would also probably be frustrating to find a shipping box for or quote a price on. Still, if you interested in that, or if you have other suggestions for things you’d like to purchase, don’t hesitate to let me know.
It’s been a month or so now and the Facebook page seems to be going strong. You can find it at Facebook.com/YearInWhite. There have been a lot of good discussions going on and I definitely enjoy the feedback I get.
Until next time….
Maferefún eggun.
Maferefún orisha.