The Loven Witch Doctor of Liberty

Things went pretty much as I predicted in my last post. When a great blues band and singer were on stage the evangelical redneck patriot crowd did everything to make these bluesy folks feel unwelcome. That’s when The Loven Witch Doctor of Liberty came to their rescue.

“I will be going to my town’s firework fest and hear some Country Western Band sing about Jesus being the American Eagle who gave us Liberty and a piece of Momma’s apple pie. I know millions of Americans will be treated to this good ol’ spiritual message delivered by the Western Gandharvas, a name that was applied to Jim Reeves who is a folk hero in Sri Lanka.”

In the regalia of the Shembe Zulu Nazarites, I made way down to the stage, shaking my staff with a small liberty bell on it. Folks felt me coming, my mojo. The band broke out in big smiles as I performed my voo-doo in front of the stage. When I turned to face the audience, I was shocked to see the hatred from the sour-pused sore losers who lost the election, again, but by God – they won’t lose the cultural battle for Island Park located in Springfield Oregon.

When I did the shimmy-shimmy-shake, a young woman jumped up to join me. Then a beautiful four year old girl got up and danced. Another pretty young thing did a mild bump with me. I got a couple of hugs.

Now, when the Honky Tonk came on, the locust people came alive. They kind of swarmed the stage. A tightly packed cowgirl gave some kind of salute with her left arm. Note the girl with the cross on her back wherein is a quote from Matthew.

When Deb Cleveland began to sing I called Christine in New York and had her listen to a group that sounded like Linda Tillery and the Loading Zone. Chris was Peter Shapiro’s girlfriend, and later, Keith’s. We lived in a huge Victorian in West Oakland and had famous black blues artists sit in for a jam.

When I was driven from a Christian church up the Mckenzie, I baptized myself and declared myself a Nazarite. When I went to town I searched the internet to see if there were other Nazarites in the world. I found the Zulu Prophet, Isaiah Shembe, in 1989. I wrote a two page letter and sent it to Africa and introduced myself

Jon the Nazarite

Isaiah Mloyiswa Mdliwamafa Shembe (1870– 2 May 1935), was the founder of the Zulu Nazareth Baptist Church and a figure in the African independent church movement in South Africa. His first names original spelling is “Isaya”.

According to Shembe biographer Irving Hexham, not much is known about Shembe’s youth, except that he was born into the Zulu families of Mayekisa and Mzazela near Estcourt, South Africa. After his baptism in 1906, he worked as an itinerant evangelist. In 1910, he began a ministry focused on healing and prophecy, and on 10 March 1910 he began the Nazareth Baptist Church or iBandla amaNazaretha, an indigenous church for the Zulu people. Later, he established a holy city at ekuPhakameni and a yearly pilgrimage to the Holy Mountain of Nhlangakazi. In addition to his preaching and healing, he was known for composing Zulu hymns and sacred dances, for creating sacred costumes that combined Zulu and European clothing styles, for developing a new liturgical calendar (that omitted Christmas), and for dietary laws that included a restriction against eating chicken, pork and other unclean foods as found in the old testament of the bible.[1]

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William Richard “Will” Rosamond and his wife Virginia Lee Knight are buried
in Evergreen Cemetery, Carrolton, Carrolton County, MS., Lot #403. Will was an excellent bask et weaver and as a young boy he spent many hours at an Indian Reservation near Ackerman, Choc taw County, MS., squatting and watching them weave baskets. Ila Mae, his daughter, remember s him stating that he was a “hobo for a few years and that he rode the train through Meridia n [MS].” He was a good singer with a fine bass voice. He could even make music by slapping h is knees and chest. He could also play a cross cut saw, and make it sing! He was an excellen t story teller and a lover of riddles. His daughter, Maxine, stated that in the 1920′s after his mother, Nancy Bowie Rosamond sold the old home place, Will and wife Virgie moved from t he hills around Weir,
William Monroe Free died of a heart attack in his sleep. He and his bride, Warner Thelma Ros amond moved from the Choctaw County hills around Weir to Drew in Sunflower County, MS in 191 9 where they are shown on the 1920 census. He was 26 and she was 23 years of age. They had t en children with two dying as infants. They also had a set of identical twin girls, Arlene an d Earlene. According to Arlene Free Carter, “Warner and Monroe’s children were talented. They could play several stringed instruments: guitar, fiddle,and mandolin as well as piano, organ, and drums. They could also sing. In the late 1930′s the boys played together in a band and called themselves the ‘Delta Clodhoppers.’ They played at barn dances around the country side. They would all jump into the wagon and go to the barn dances.”
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