Creation of a Patreon page.

I recently came to the conclusion I can go deeper and create more of a ripple in the word if I began a Patreon.  I will continue to post blogs detailing one of a kind occult information, however my activities can be further expanded and all my areas of interest integrated effectively through the Patreon media. Please browse my goals section including my recent posts to see what type of results I am aiming for. My Patreon can be seen here.

-El Patron.

Helter Skelter in my M'paka.

Detailed update to come later.... but... as of EARLY this morning MY M'paka is playing Helter Skelter... wanna guess why? Life and death come at you fast and if you are going to be a Palero... its all about having balls and brains. Have a big pair and enough to spare.

Dog will hunt....

-El Patron.

Kill Shot! David Rockefeller gets the lance!

*This post is best read with the Wu-Tang clan playing! Protect ya neck! Listen carefully.....

Shoulda learnt ta protect ya neck kid

Let Monday 3/20/2017 be known as the day which culminates a 10 year campaign of psychic warfare and black magick battles.  Today is the day the dragon named David Rockefeller fell to my Nfumbe, my Goetic magic and veneration of Warrior Saints. I have spent the last 10 years as an argent cavalier leading siege after siege, and charge after charge against the Illuminati stronghold. Today the lance finally tastes blood, and pierces David's black maggot infested heart. Today is the day an army of Congo and Native people spirits take retribution for the millions of lives taken, extorted, raped and ruined by this sub-human troglodyte villain. The day is OURS!

In case you did not know it was David Rockefeller I was referring too in my 1/10/17 blog post here and my 1/20/17 blog post here.

The new Rockefeller Plaza

Moments after I learned Rockefeller fell, I as War Chief of my Palo Mayombe temple, dispatched my Nfumbe, the Congo spirits, spirits of the sacred site Bear's Tipi (Devil Tower in Northeastern Wyoming), Anima Solas, and a very special Warrior Saint to bring before me in chains the twisted spirit of David Rockefeller who was still in the confusion found in the transition between life into death.

David Rockefeller now serves ME as my newest pet dog (named him Rocky), chained forever into service, to begin righting the incalculable wrong he has committed. Genocide, slavery, human trafficking, pedophilia, theft, extortion, war provoking, and murder...of MILLIONS, to name but a few. Believe me when I say I am going to put this bitch to ENDLESS work... trust that!

To war, to war, to war! 

Glory! Glory! Glory! To my fellow champions (you KNOW who you are) who have stood shoulder to shoulder with me in this fight. No one else and I mean NO ONE in the occult world had the backbone or balls to stand against the retaliations, and backlashes which came from pursuing such a hard and high level target. Our suffering was not in vain my friends! We shall be found on the right side of history.

Ever onward! Every forward!

-Papa Crocodile

The black dog of Zarabnda!!!

In my rama or tradition of Palo Mayombe, not only do we forge deep and meaningful relationships with the human dead...but animals too. I am readying my Nfumbe (a spirit of the human dead all priests and priestess of Palo Mayombe blood pact with at the time of their scratching) to take the spirit of a black Pitt Bull (an animal sacred to Zarabanda, and pictured below) for a "walk".  Lets see what he fetches.... 

-Papa Crocodile

DOG WILL HUNT......

Ngurunfinda's toothache relief paste. Yambaka the Malongo Sorcerer.

Recently while I was conducting a large Palo rite, my Nfumbe (a spirit of the dead all priests and priestess of Palo Mayombe pact with) got really loud in my ear about someone in my congregation who was suffering from an agonizing toothache. 

My Nfumbe even let me feel, for a couple seconds, what this person was experiencing. 

The upper right, most back molar.... the sudden searing sharpness took my breath away. 

I could feel myself begin to fade into a light trance, and a wild power step into the forefront of my consciousness.

It was the fierce Mpungo, Ngurunfinda, or Yambaka, sometimes called Bad Face when he is serving up "bad medicine" or poison. 

He is the father of the land, keeper of all the secrets of nature.

He is the warrior branch of the mighty nature spirit Osayin into Palo Mayombe.

A formidable sorcerer, he owns all the herbs, and minerals, and anything which keeps us alive, including food, shelter and money.

I stopped the proceedings and asked a loud, "who among my children is suffering from a toothache that has made it impossible for them to sleep!?" 

A man from the back of the semi-circle of people around me admitted it was him, although stunned I knew this and he was a little reluctant to approach me (latter I was told my facial features had changed slightly, as well as both my mannerisms and movements become short and quick). 

I pointed to the tooth which was causing him so much pain.

He nodded silently.

"Coconut oil!!!!", I screamed. 

My house scrambled to fetch a jar.

"Cloves!", I screamed again. 

My house produced essential Clove Oil. 

"Lavender" , I screamed.

My house produced essential Lavender Oil.

The spirit of Ngurunfinda guided my hands as I quickly added nine drops of Clove Oil, and six drops of Lavender Oil to about a cup of Coconut Oil. I stirred in thoroughly as I sang magical songs of Malongo, secret to my rama of Palo Mayombe.  

I blew tobacco smoke all over the right side of this man's face, and all over the mixture.

He was to immediately take a big spoonful of this and swish it around in his mouth for 30 minutes.

He was to do this twice a day, morning and night, 30 minutes each time until the mixture was gone. 

After the 30 minutes he was to spit it out in the dirt. 

After the very first application, he came to me in tears, and hugged me.

The constant mind twisting pain was gone.

I did not hear from him until four days latter.

He told me the pain was gone, the abscess/infection was pulled out and healed by the oils.  He swears to me there is no more pain, no more swelling, his teeth felt stronger and his mouth feels clean. 

I still recommend he go to the dentist.

He said he would, but until then asked if I would tell him how to make Ngurunfinda's toothache relief paste to use until he could afford the dentist visit.  

Who I am I to refuse?

My Nfumbe asked me that I share this so others can also get relief. 

Again, who am I to refuse?

Ngurufinda! Nsala Malecun! Protect us! We honor you!

Ngurufinda's Toothache Relief Paste

Coconut oil about a cup full.

Nine drops of clove oil

Six drops of Lavender oil

Mix very well.

Take a spoonful twice a day, morning and night. Very gently swish for 30 minutes and spit it out, preferably outside. 

You can repeat the process as need be and make more.

Daily coconut oil mouth pulls are an excellent form of dental health anyway. 

Alternatively you can ground up 2 tablespoons of dried cloves in a mortar and pestle. Add to a cup of coconut oil, and mix thoroughly. 

Take a spoonful twice a day, morning and night. Very gently swish for 30 minutes and spit it out, preferably outside. 

If you end up making Ngurunfinda's paste and it works for you, offer him a fruit or vegetable along with 3 pennies placed in a tree hollow or in the bushes, saying thank you Ngurufinda! 

-Papa Crocodile

The pact with the Nfumbe: The hand of the living clasping the hand of the dead.

Within the grand universal mechanism of Palo Mayombe lies the one essential component of Palo's ignition.

Much like Nkuyu or Lucero is the falling star, the spark of life that star seded life on this planet, the Nfumbe is the fiery spark which starts the awesome machine called Palo Mayombe.

Without Nfumbe there is no Palo, there is no Palero, no Palera, and no religion. Nfumbe is the bridge between the living and the dead, the micro and the macro, the priest/ess and Nzambi as well as the Mpungo.

It is the pact a Palero/Palera makes with the Nfumbe which initiates them into the mystery tradition of Palo Mayombe and gives them license to call the attention of the Mpungo.

The Nfumbe is a single spirit of the dead who the priest/tess makes a life long pact with.

A pact to care for the Nfumbe, see to his or her well being and aid in their continued elevation or spiritual progression. In turn the Nfumbe acts as the priest/tess' s liaison within the kalunga or endless sea of the dead. The Nfumbe is the sole familiar spirit of the Palero or Palera and works for their protection, health, and attain victory in all their battles.

Without this pact no feat in Palo Mayombe can be accomplished. No Nganga or Prenda will blaze with life, no Mpaka will activate, and no spiritual congress will gather. All functions struck null and empty.

The mediumship preformed with the Nfumbe is paramount and in direct relfection of the relationship between Nzambi and humans, so much so it is the sum total of what the religion of Palo Mayombe is.

You cannot strike a pact with an Nfumbe without Palo Mayombe. Both are one in the same.Palo Mayombe is not the Nganga, or even the Mpaka, but the hand of the living reaching out for the hand of the dead, both pulling each other up in kind. Palo Mayombe is that before all else and nothing without it.

Palo Mayombe is about relationship. Man's relationship with the universe, with nature, with his or her community, house and temple. The preist or priestess' s relationship to their ancestors, and the desires of their own hearts. The relationship with Nfumbe touchs on, reveals and enhances all relationships the Palero or Palera has and forces reexamination with all.

The truth of this makes pale and shallow the idiotic valuation on the sacred act of necromancy by which the priest or priestess speaks with his or her Nfumbe, ancestor or errent dead and exercises acts of religion with or through them.

These fraudulent black magic hoaxsters so-called "living gods" profane these scared acts not by any infernal device but by sheer quackery and make mockery of the medium of necromancy. The joke they make of the goetic mysteries alone is unforgivable, and their attempt to align themselves with Palo Mayombe, Voudu and Kimbanda through the public's  ignorance of such traditions is just further examples of what complete shit stains these swindlers are.

There is no room for falsehood in Palo Mayombe. The prenda and the mpaka can be useless bootleg fabrications but the pact between priest/tess and the Nfumbe, between flesh and spirit can never be faked.

One can recite seven types mumbo-jumbo, draw all sorts of symbols, and leave generous offerings all in the theme of Palo Mayombe but that is all it is...themed. Without the essential component of the Nfumbe to bridge these acts to the Kalunga, and act as an agent on behalf of the priest or priestess, there is no Palo Mayombe and thereby no authenticity.

Palo Mayombe is all facets of human experience and all considerations of the Universe. The good, the bad, the beautiful and the ugly lies in the heart of the Palero or Palera. Those summer breezes or great raging storms are brought to or carrier away by the Nfumbe on behlaf of that priest or priestess.

It is time the public sees Palo Mayombe as a salve to wounds, and remedy to sickness, a temple in the heart of a community... not the curse hurling, corpse tampering, demon summon Halloween reject practice portrayed by certain unfortunates who sadly got way more attention then they deserve.

In my house the Nfumbe is honored and venerated. Palo Mayombe is practiced, and lived authentically. We sing, dance and commune with all the seasons, conditions and facets that flow through the portal of the Mpaka and are  forecast by my Nfumbe.

 Here true Palo Mayombe lives. By this strong communities are born and thrive.

-Papa Crocodile.