That Voodoo That You Do

Blissed-out, ecstatic union with our divine selves -- we seek it at raves and rock concerts, and in the desert with the Burning Man. I try to get there when I'm jamming with my band -- but I didn't realize until I wrote The Language of the Blues: From Alcorub to Zuzu how much this longing relates to Voodoo, and the concept of possession.
Vodou (the proper Kreyol/Creole spelling of Voodoo) is a neo-African religion that evolved in the New World from the 6.000-year-old West African religion Vodun. This was the religion of many slaves brought from West Africa to the Americas and the Caribbean. Vodun was brutally repressed by slave-owners, yet its powerful ethics and aesthetics endured. We owe our concepts of cool, soul and even rock and roll to it.
The roots of rock are in a West African word for dance -- rak. And as Michael Ventura wrote in his important essay on rock music, "Hear that Long Snake Moan": "The Voodoo rite of possession by the god became the standard of American performance in rock'n'roll. Elvis Presley, Little Richard, Jerry Lee Lewis, James Brown, Janis Joplin, Tina Turner, Jim Morrison, Johnny Rotten, Prince -- they let themselves be possessed not by any god they could name but by the spirit they felt in the music. Their behavior in this possession was something Western society had never before tolerated."
Vodou possession is not the hokey demon-possession of zombie movies; it's a state of union with the divine achieved through drumming, dancing and singing. It's becoming "filled with the Holy Ghost" in the Pentecostal Christian tradition, reaching Buddhist nirvana, or attaining the yogi's Samadhi.
In the Yoruba culture of West Africa, this ability to connect with one's inner divinity is called coolness (itutu). In traditional Yoruba morality, generosity indicates coolness and is the highest quality a person can exhibit. In American culture, we say someone is cool, or that a musician "has got soul." We notice "Southern hospitality."
The Trans-Atlantic slave trade carried these ideas to the New World, particularly as slavers burrowed inward from Senegambia on the West African coast to the Kingdom of Dahomey, a Vodun stronghold.
Dahomey spread across much of today's Togo, Benin and Nigeria and became heavily involved in the slave trade. Vodun practitioners were sent overseas by the thousands, for example, when the Fon people of what is now Benin conquered their neighbors, the Ewe, in 1729 and traded prisoners to European slave ships. Many Fon were also kidnapped and traded into slavery.
Vodu is a Fon-Ewe word meaning spirit, or deity. Vodun is God or Great Spirit. This supreme creator was an all-powerful, unknowable, creative force represented as the giant snake Dan carrying the universe in its coils. Today, in Haiti and in American Vodou strongholds like New Orleans, Dan is worshipped as Damballah, the Grand Zombie (the Bantu word nzambi means God). He's John Lee Hooker's Crawling Kingsnake.
Branching off from this almighty God-force are spirit-gods called loa. During Vodou ceremonies, a loa may descend the center post of the temple to possess or "ride" a worshipper who has reached a sufficiently high state of consciousness. The morality implicit in this is stated in the Haitian proverb, "Great gods cannot ride little horses."
Vodun practices like drumming were definitely noticed by nervous colonists who had imported fierce warriors and tribal priests to work their farms. After a deadly rebellion in the South Carolina colony in 1739, the colonists realized slaves were using talking drums to organize resistance. The Slave Act of 1740 in South Carolina barred slaves from owning or using "drums, horns, or other loud instruments." Other colonies followed suit with legislation against the use of drums by slaves, such the Black Codes of Georgia.
Soon, religious repression was in full swing. Slaves caught praying were brutally penalized, as this excerpt from Peter Randolph's narrative "Slave Cabin to the Pulpit" recounts:
"In some places, if the slaves are caught praying to God, they are whipped more than if they had committed a great crime. The slaveholders will allow the slaves to dance, but do not want them to pray to God. Sometimes, when a slave, on being whipped, calls upon God, he is forbidden to do so, under threat of having his throat cut, or brains blown out."
Vodun practitioners taken as slaves to plantations in Haiti, Cuba, Brazil, and Jamaica were also harshly prohibited from practicing their religion. But enslaved Vodun priests arriving in the largely Catholic West Indies quickly grasped the similarity between their tradition of appealing to loa to intercede in their favor with the Almighty, and Catholics praying to their saints for intercession with God. By superimposing Catholic saints over the loa, slaves created a hybrid religion called Santeria (saint worship) in the Spanish Islands and Vodou in Haiti.
On August 22, 1791, Haitian slaves revolted, guided by Vodou priests who gave the signal to begin the rebellion and consulted their oracle to determine which military strategies would succeed. The revolutionaries defeated an army sent by Napoléon Bonaparte. They declared independence on January 1, 1804, and established Haiti as the world's first black republic.
In 1809, Vodou arrived in the United States en masse when Haitian slave owners who had fled to Cuba with their slaves during the Haitian Revolution were expelled from Cuba. Most relocated to the French- and Spanish-speaking port city of New Orleans, nearly doubling its size in one year. Today, fifteen percent of the population of New Orleans practices Vodou. It is also popular in other North American cities with significant African and Haitian communities.
Among the Haitians arriving in Louisiana was Marie Laveau, who became the leader of New Orleans Vodou practitioners in 1820 when she was elected the human representative of the Grand Zombie. (Fun fact: former White House Social Secretary Desirée Rogers is descended from Marie Laveau.)
Laveau kept a python named Zombi, and danced with it on her shoulders during the ceremonies over which she presided - an image appropriated, with other Vodou nods, for Britney Spears's performance of "I'm a Slave 4 U" at the 2001 MTV Video Music Awards.
Threatened by the successful slave revolt, the United States and Western Europe slapped economic sanctions on Haiti. These turned the prosperous colony into an impoverished state that couldn't sell the products of its fields. The sensationalistic 1884 book Haiti or the Black Republic by Sir Spencer St. John, slammed Vodou as an evil cult. The book contained gruesome descriptions of human sacrifice, cannibalism, and black magic--some extracted from Vodou priests by torture à la the Spanish Inquisition. It was a popular source for Hollywood screenwriters who began churning out voodoo horror flicks in the 1930s.
The first rock artist to embrace zombie imagery was Screamin' Jay Hawkins (born Jalacy Hawkins in Cleveland in 1929), who would rise from a coffin onstage in a cloud of dry ice fog. Hawkins had intended to record "I Put A Spell On You" as a soulful blues ballad. But once the producer "brought in ribs and chicken and got everybody drunk, we came out with this weird version," Hawkins admitted, adding "I found out I could do more destroying a song and screaming it to death." Hawkins kicked off the undead craze among rockers and Goths from Alice Cooper to Marilyn Manson.
Meanwhile, African Americans had grafted Vodun rites onto the Southern black Baptist church. Descriptions of African American church services in the late 1800s and early 1900s depict members of the congregation dancing in a circle around a center table, in a "rock" or "ring shout" as they follow the deacon, who bears a standard.
It was the deacon's job to whip the parishioners into a frenzy. Once people were fainting and speaking in tongues, that was called "rocking the church." The concept of a deity "riding" with a worshipper transferred to these Christian churches, where the cry "Drop down chariot and let me ride!" was often heard, as well as "Ride on!" and "Ride on, King Jesus!"
In West African tradition, loa like to hang at a cross roads. Robert Johnson recorded "Cross Road Blues" in San Antonio, Texas, on November 27, 1936. In the first verse, Johnson describes traveling to the cross roads and falling to his knees, crying out to God to save him. In the second verse, he stands and tries to flag a ride as dusk descends.
Standing at the cross roads, I tried to flag a ride
Didn't nobody seem to know me, everybody pass me by
Johnson's genius for metaphor and his intellectual sophistication made his songs classics. What's especially striking about "Cross Road Blues" is Johnson's expressed sense of failure at having dug into his spiritual resources and come up empty handed. Rather than giving us a pat story of being overwhelmed by the devil or raised to the heavens by God, Johnson stands at the crossroads, sinking down, crushed by existential dread. Christianity has failed him, and the loa are passing him by. The rites that might have taught him how to call for that ride are lost to him.
Yet, the enduring power of his own music proves that the Africans brought here as slaves carried with them incredibly strong aesthetic, ethical and cultural values that not only withstood the shock of their forced transplantation to the New World, but transformed and invigorated it. Africa's influence is what makes the United States uniquely American, and is why we respond to that Voodoo beat.
Image by battyward, courtesy of Creative Commons license.
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Mojo Rising
There are also some connections made by other authors of the similarities of the rising {serpent-like} kundalini in the yogic traditions, with the somewhat mythical similarities in African and aboriginal mysticism.
The mythical serpent of Eden .. tempting Adam and Eve into "Tantric" {yogic} union {Bibilical mysticism}
Rising Up...and Rising Down
So true, and a very good point! As a long-time yoga practitioner myself, I'm glad you drew this connection.It's a universal concept, isn't it? This idea of getting our energy to rise until it hooks onto the divine consciousness. As you probably k now, yoga means "yoke" in Sanskrit and means to yoke one's small self or consciousness to the universal Self or higher consciousness.
I define the phrase "love come down" in The Language of the Blues using similar ideas:
To have one’s love come down means to feel strong sexual desire for someone. By definition, this is not a rational experience. In “Please Help Me Get Him Off My Mind,” Bessie Smith admitted:
When I tried to kill him
That’s when my love for him come down
One’s love, or sexual energy, literally does move downward, according to the yogic concept of life force, or prana, which depicts it as flowing in vayu, or “winds,” throughout the body. Different vayu control different bodily functions and flow in different directions. The apana vayu, which controls ejaculation (as well as urination, defecation, giving birth, menstruation, and creative work) flows downward.
Controlling the flow of prana is a primary focus in all yogic practices. Yogis use such practices as asana (directing prana by practicing physical postures) and pranayama (restraining or controlling the breath in order to restrain or control prana) to reverse the flow of apana vayu. These practices get one’s love flowing upward, in essence- so that one’s personal consciousness can merge with the universal consciousness that jazz musician John Coltrane called “a love supreme.”
On the Rise
Similar to how as the suns rays shine down ... the flowers grow / rise up
... as the mercy or glory of Shiva decends down, the Shakti {serpent-kundalini} rises up {Shiva/Shakti- in the yoga tradition}
... until able to swallow whole the very apple off the tree of life {Adams apple}
... freeing the male principle from it's own inertia ... now locked into loving relationship { having to love Eve just for a little bite of his own apple}
.... the ongoing mythological cosmic drama between "manifestation" and "potential" via the personification of principle{s} {feminie/mascilune etc}
"Mojo Rising" {The Doors / Jim Morrison}... ones own inner potential rising up to meet the very initiating creative principle of it's own design.
I remember poet/rocker Patti Smith was describing the first time she heard "Riders on the Storm" a classic song by "The Doors" {a band who mixed blues with psychedelia} .. she was driving with guitarist Lenny Kaye, and as the radio began playing they were so mesmerized by the songs mystique they had tp pull over just to be able to relish it's myth.
Similar to the snake charming "fakirs" of India ... by playing certain strategic notes on theiir flute-like instrument the cobra, in a semi hypnotic state gradually rises from it's coil into a mystical sway ... certain creative sound combinations seem to invoke the inner risings of ones conscious slumber.
Devi Deva
Can you imagine hearing Riders on the Storm for the very first time back then? Wow...
Yes...and in Hindu mythology the universe split into Devi (the feminine, all things that take form, including music) requiring Deva (the masculine, life force) to animate it. Which is why I named my band Devi.
this is the end....beautiful friend
morrison and his group theDoors were certainly the most visionary and literate musical group of the late 60's.
they understood the collective consciousness...and tried to direct us all( via their music and live performances... thru those Huxley/Blakeian/Nietschzeian/Rimbaudian gates of transcendence and higher consciousness...but...not always were the rides pleasant....they required journeys through the underworld....(ride the snake....its seven miles long).... a strong will and a sacred spiritual quest for the knowledge of rebirth and renewal...
"we can get inside the gates by evening"....
"can you picture what will be ..so limitless and free"...JM
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Serving the Spirits
Vodou Visions
Thanks for the
Mothering Life-Force Dan/a...
Debra,a heartfelt thank you for more unveiling of the common ground of the ecstatic Mystery!
"The Harappans whose culture flourished in the Indus Valley from 5000 – 2000 BCE, worshipped the Goddess as Danu, the same name used by the pre-Christian Irish for their matriarch and protectress. Danu, was the mother goddess of the Tuatha Dé Dannan (pronounced ‘too-ha-day-don-on’) – peoples of the goddess Danu – a race of gods and heroes in ancient Irish mythology, who were exceptionally skilled in science, art, poetry and magic. She was mother of the gods, the earth, the wind, fertility and wisdom. She was worshiped all over Europe and like Durga could take on many forms from the fierce warrior Morrigan, to Anu who was invoked for prosperity, abundance and wealth. Like Kali, the black one, Danu was considered the goddess of death and the dead and symbolized by blood. But Danu was also the goddess of flowing water, (the river Danube is named after her) and like Saraswati was associated with poetry, learning and wisdom as well as culture and crafts.
http://www.durgayoga.com/2011/10/durgadanu-ma-ma-ma.html
"Beginning and Ending at the Crossroads":
http://www.rjstewart.org/tears-blood.html
Mother Dana:
http://wp.riverdrum.com/?p=505
"The SACRED (whatever that means) is surely related (somehow) to the BEAUTIFUL (whatever that means)..."
Gregory Bateson
Danu and Dan the Grand Zombie
Shiva/Shakti...
My pleasure, Debra...
I wonder if we are faced here with the primordial, holistic image of inner androgyny ("the truths of nature are the truths of the Spirit")...
"...The resurgence of the Goddess in our midst—as the repository of the ultimate secret of not just female but also of male identity—could well result in the emergence of a new understanding and experience of gender that will be tainted neither by the religio-cultural biases of tradition nor by the sweeping and often exaggerated claims of a feminist activism dictated solely by the socio-political needs of the moment. As her public guardian, Bhairava may well have served as the instrument of the Goddess’ domestication and subordination; but as her partner in transgression, he still offers us the secret of their mutual liberation..."
~Elizabeth Chalier-Visuvalingam
http://www.svabhinava.org/goddess/goddess-frame.html
"The SACRED (whatever that means) is surely related (somehow) to the BEAUTIFUL (whatever that means)..."
Gregory Bateson
Ardhanarishvara
In-between magic...
Debra, your question about the polarity of masculine and femenine brings to mind/heart this comment from an initiate in the wisdom of the primordial African lineages....the creative wind (inspiration) is sparked by the shaking of holding the (polar) opposites...
"When warm and cool air meet, wind is born. When opposites are brought together, something moves and comes to life. When darkness and lightness face one another, a wind of truth stirs us to go past the limitations of dualistic thinking that try to keep them apart... Floating at the midpoint of a polarity requires that we both hold and let go. The mystical traditions occupy themselves with the journey to this center of the universe, a place where neither left nor right is victorious. In this vortex, where the whole is held by the presence and participation of all imaginable opposites, we find so-called magical action. Mojo lives at the center of creation. It lets go of everything so that it can be kept alive, holding the space for freedom of breath...."
Bradford Keeney, "The Flying Drum"
"The SACRED (whatever that means) is surely related (somehow) to the BEAUTIFUL (whatever that means)..."
Gregory Bateson
Yes, standing at the
Yes, standing at the crossroads...! From my book:
Robert Johnson’s musical genius and intellectual sophistication are apparent in his songs. What’s especially striking about “Cross Road Blues” is Johnson’s expressed sense of failure at having dug into his spiritual resources and come up empty handed. Rather than giving us a pat story of being overwhelmed by the devil or raised to the heavens by God, Johnson stands at the crossroads, sinking down, crushed by existential dread. Christianity has failed him here, and the ancestral rituals that might have rescued him are lost to him:
Standing at the cross roads, I tried to flag a ride
Didn’t nobody seem to know me, everybody pass me by
From Vodou Visions author & Vodou Priestess Sallie Ann Glassman
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crossroads
I like your article. Interesting stuff. American "culture" has a lot more African DNA than most would be willing to admit. It's a beautiful thing.
I like your ideas concerning Robert Johnson's "Cross Road Blues." For similar interpretations I would recommend Julio Finn's book "The Blues Man." He basically sees Voodoo imagery in pretty much all of Robert Johnson's music. Enough that he feels Johnson was actually a Vodun initiate. Interesting read, but have a grain of salt ready.
However, I should add one thing that seems to get overlooked a lot due to the romanticized "tormented artist dabbling with the supernatural" fixation many have with Johnson when discussing Cross Road Blues. The terror he palpably invokes in that song most likely comes from the very ordinary, flesh-and-blood reality of a black man getting caught outdoors at night in the 1930's deep south. In a list of things to be terrified of in those circumstances, devils and evil spirits might very well take a back seat to a roving pick-up truck full of Klansmen.
"Sitting on the outside, just me and my mate. I made the moon come up two hours late. Ain't that a man?" -- Muddy Waters
Robert Johnson Loved to Read...
Thanks, I'll have to check Finn's book out, and I'll bring my grain of salt! I agree with you that there's a lot of romanticizing of blues artists that probably leads us away from the truth.
That's why for my book, The Langauge of the Blues, I decided to speak to as many artists directly as I could. I had a fascinating interview, for example, with Robert Jr. Lockwood. When he was a boy, his mother was Robert Johnson's girlfriend and they lived with him for around seven years.
Lockwood described Johnson to me as an intelligent and curious man who was always on the lookout for inspiration for his songs. “I have to say that he done quite a bit of studying in his life,” Lockwood said. “He did a lot of reading and stuff like that. Just about anything you could read, he read it. You read things and after you get through reading about it, you can sing about it.”
That shifts the picture some, doesn't it?
Very cool quote! I will
Very cool quote! I will definitely check out your book. Thanks for sharing!
"Sitting on the outside, just me and my mate. I made the moon come up two hours late. Ain't that a man?" -- Muddy Waters
You're welcome, hope you
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musical/spiritual/voodoo/mystic reverberations
"..let themselves be possessed not by any god they could name but by the spirit they felt in the music."
Such a seemingly simple and obvious statement that also carries such depth and wisdom from the mysteries of the ages.
*Loved* all the historic music/spiritual repressive parallels that *so* thread into elements of current popular culture, ie: the odd repressed societal fear of drum circles or even merely the lashback against performers who invoke strong passion/reactions from their fans (ala: rage against the machine's obvious political currents).
The language and presentation of this article is just incredibly timely and top notch. Thanks for being *awesome*.
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