The City of New Orleans is many things and spiritually, never dull.
We had our fifth retreat there, this time complicated by the aftermath of Mardi Gras, Saint Patrick Day parades (there were at least six in the area between Friday and Sunday), preparations for Saint Joseph Day (many baking cookies), and various simultaneous Lenten retreats.
It was a busy time, with a tremendous flow of spirits from both sides. It was almost palpable: the face-off between the many deeply devout Marian types here (nowhere is more Marian) and the pagan-hoodooistic-Babylonian revelry and haute coutre.
“Who dat?” (“Who’s that?”) is the famous local refrain for whoever is playing the local football team (named, of course, the “Saints”), but let’s focus on Mardi Gras: a priest who was with us mentioned that the festivities of Mardi Gras, involving as they sometimes do strange masks, stranger make-up, costumes mocking nuns and priests, or costumes so scant that they are not really costumes at all, draw the wrong kinds of spirits. Translation: we were facing headwinds.
Of most concern is the voodoo undercurrent of the city.
That demonic “religion” is the deepest form of occultism and has been known to even frighten satanists.
Here it is part of the culture — at least for those who reject Christianity, or have syncretized Christianity with the dark practice of curses, spells, potions, dances to raise the dead, amulets, and pin dolls (to remotely injure enemies).
During our retreat, a dark form was seen off to one side of the ballroom (hotels can be an issue, especially after such festivities) and two closet doors in the front near the podium opened not once but twice of their own accord, in front of everyone. We have had about a hundred retreats. That has never happened before.
New Orleans! Was it just the hotel — a deceased soul begging for prayers (the first time it occurred was literally the instant mention was to be made of spirits that can afflict public places like hotels)? We prayed some powerful prayers and no one seemed fazed, for the Blessed Mother through Jesus had everything in control. (“Who dat?” one may indeed have asked — or perhaps, “What dat?”) Prayer cleared everything.
However, nothing quite equaled what apparently occurred Sunday — Saint Patrick’s Day — at the large local Catholic school, Xavier University. For there, at three p.m., in the University Center McCaffrey Ballroom (third floor, 4980 Dixon Street), was an event called “Voodoo in New Orleans: Myth and Reality,” organized by a professor of humanities named Dr. Michael White who obviously has no cognizance of the spiritual ramifications voodoo present.
We tried to reach Professor White, as well as others at the university, but the voice-mailboxes were all full Monday morning. We wanted to check to see what transpired. Was the bishop aware of this? And the university president? “The afternoon program will offer a panel discussion featuring some of the most visible and recognizable practitioners, scholars, and performers who will discuss the many myths and realities of the African-derived religion as it has been celebrated throughout much of New Orleans’ history,” said a flyer.
Here was the kicker: “There will also be a demonstration of authentic ritual dancing, drumming, and singing.”
Let this sink in: a Catholic university was sponsoring and playing host to an actual voodoo ritual.
Panelists were to include Divine Prince Ty Emmeca, a Haitian voodoo practitioner named Sallie Glassman, high voodoo priest Dr. Elmer Glover, voodoo priestess Kalindah Laveaux, voodoo priestess Ava K-A-Y Jones (who once “blessed” the Superdome, at the behest of the then-team owner), and a musician.
Let’s be fair: Xavier also today has a splendid Saint Joseph Altar. This is a very big thing in the city: special devotion to Saint Joseph and festivities that accent that devotion. Meanwhile, how many cities have restaurants with special Lenten menus, or call counties “parishes”?
Every March 19 New Orleans Catholics celebrate St. Joseph’s Day by constructing elaborate altars to honor the relief St. Joseph provided during a famine in Sicily. The tradition began in the late 1800’s when Sicilian immigrants settled in New Orleans. Says a city website: “Cookies, cakes and breads, often in the form of shell fish, are common decorations for altars. Fava beans, or ‘lucky beans’ are particularly associated with St. Joseph because they sustained the Sicilians throughout famine. Pick some up for good luck! As tradition has it, the altar is broken up on St. Joseph’s Day with a ceremony of costumed children, pretending to look for shelter, finding sustenance at the altar. Food and donations are then distributed to the public with leftovers going to the poor.”
A very special tradition — one for which New Orleans should be lauded. There are even Saint Joseph Day parades. Once more we see that face-off between the many great Catholics and their traditions here and the too-numerous occultists and revelers with their traditions.
Xavier’s Saint Joseph Altar will be in the same building as that voodoo ritual — hopefully purging it, as hopefully our hotel ballroom was purged!
Oh, Xavier. And the question again: where was the university president?
The problem: too often none of the above think there is really anything to the spirits of voodoo and Mardi Gras, and many academics, having never watched doors open of their own accord, and quite guilty of spiritual obscurantism, believe not in a metaphysical dimension.
That’s old-fashioned, for the superstitious. That’s for folks who believe in Jesus and His Blessed Mother and Saint Joseph. But let us breathe a sigh of relief on this day dedicated to a saint so powerful against the enemy that they refer to him, quite aptly, as “Terror of Demons.”
–MHB
[resources: Saint Joseph’s Prayer Book]