Wednesday, December 14, 2016

Dearest Friends, Counting my 25 years in Chicago and now my 25 years in New Orleans, all add up to A BIG 50th; so 2017, March, looking forward for A Big Jubilant rejoicing celebration with all of you included. 2016 has been A true awaking for greater things to come. Keep Focus and have A Blessed Day
 
Sincerely, Priestess Miriam

Sunday, December 11, 2016

"As the Spirit was talking to me: The Awakening of a Voodoo Priestess" is an autobiographical book project that had its origins in a chance encounter with Voodoo Priestess Miriam Chamani in New Orleans. Since then we have conducted eleven in-depth telephone interviews. Priestess Miriam promises the proposed research visit will reveal the “Great Mysteries”, explore her use of plants and herbs, prayers and spiritual traditions, and take me deep into the voodoo culture of New Orleans." Mark Cotta Vaz

Thursday, December 1, 2016

March 2nd through the12th of 2017, We have Jubilee celebration and the grand opening of the Voodoo Spiritual Temple new space. The program of the event will be posted soon.

Sincerely, Priestess Miriam!
Dearest Friends, Please do not shy away from the Indiegogo Campaign, it is A benefit drive that will enable Priestess Miriam and the Voodoo Spiritual Temple to have its first Book Publish A sacrifice being made by MARK COTTA VAZ, who is donnating his time along with campaing funds for the book and rebuilding of the Temple. So please go to hpp://www.indiegogo.com/awakening of A Voodoo Priestess/ Mark Cotta Vaz. Please donnate as well as send your testimonies and experiences you have had with Priestess Miriam and the temple, addressed to the Voodoo spiritual Temple with to the address on our website.
 
Be the first to donnate and get A sign copy of the book or any other prizes according to your donnate.
 
Thank you! And may Blessing for you and your family through the Holiday and A Blessed 2017!
 
Sincerely Priestess Miriam!

Saturday, June 14, 2014

Poster of St John Celebration


MENU for St John's EVE – Fund Raising Event

· Artisan Cheese Platter- Spanish sheep’s milk, English blue, triple crème brie, Italian provolone and fresh goat cheese garnished with seasonal berries and grapes.
· Antipasti Platter- mortadella, spicy capicolla and sopressta served with prosciutto wrapped asparagus, kalamata olives, spiced Greek olives, artichoke hearts, hearts of palm, grilled vegetables, dolmas with fresh mozzarella and feta cheese.
· Roasted Beef Tenderloin platter with marinated Portobello mushrooms, artichoke hearts, and grilled asparagus served with horseradish cream sauce.
· Assortment of Artisan Breads   · Grilled Vegetable Platter
Presented at VOODOO SPIRITUAL TEMPLE 6 pm  SUNDAY JUNE 22  
826 – 828 N. RAMPART St in COURT YARD which is in rear $25 donation

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Dusty Road Take Me Home

 
Happy Holidays from Priestess Miram
and the Voodoo Spiritual Temple
Dusty Road Take Me Home
"To Every Dusty Road There is the Prize (Gift)". Long ago before Asphalt, many roads that we call streets or highways were dusty with dirt.Sometimes with rocks scattered about to fill some holes caused by rain, wagons, tractors and heavy loads on big trucks.The same holes we now call potholes.
September 1949, my first day going off to school I came face to face with the dusty road. Walking down from our house bending to cross under the barbwire fence serves as a barrier protection for each landowner's property from the other. The fence ran along the hillside just above the little dusty road. As I rose up to step down on to the road, I was startled. When it seems out of nowhere there was a lady carrying a baby on her back and dressed different than any other woman that I knew living in the different communities. She acknowledged me with a tone that I can still here today in my soul "M A U" and continued on her way down the dusty road. It was later as I was now in my mid-twenties and working in surgery at Rush Presbyterian St Luke Hospital in Chicago.
This was when I began having dreams of me walking with a baby in my arm, always through a bed of snakes which never struck out at me but many were spread out everywhere. The dreams continued at different intervals. The last of the dreams occurred in 1975, the same pattern was repeated only this time I walked into a large building. As I entered all of the snakes turned into people reaching out to me and the baby in my arms. Suddenly an elevator door opened and me and the baby stepped in and went up. A few weeks later our supervisor of the operating room asked me if I would like to work up in the "Birth room" where cesarean sections would be done as well as assisting with deliveries. As I look back on that September morning of 1949, I wonder if it was my spirit soul that was just waiting for me to grow up to it.
It's amazing when you are a child, it's so easy to go along with the twists and turns that take shape in the dusty road. We kick the dust and through the rocks, sometimes at each other not worrying about the consequences until someone screamed. Parents came running out looking for who did it - "because your "Heinie's" gonna get a spanking". That'll settle the matter allowing us another day to kick dust, throw rocks and flow with the twists and turns along the dusty road.
I am so grateful for that old dusty road for creating a complete circle around the region that contains the country side with the little town of Pocahontas. Now time and years have gone by since that first day of school in September 1949. But now it's another school season in 1957. Over the previous years my mother had taken as many twists and turns as that old dusty road. Now we are living on the other side of the little town allowing us to go through the north side of town to get to school and back home. One day after school we walked through the little town of Pocahontas, where most of the landowners lived. Being that they was all white, off course that section of road where they lived had asphalt extending ¼ miles and then we hit the dust road again.
It was at the junction where the asphalt ended, what to our and good fortune, there set A small "television" What A treat. We took our good fortune home plugged it into the electric socket because at this time we now have electricity in our home. At first only the vertical lines appeared, then finally after my brother tap and played around with the different buttons a picture appeared. Everyday onward the little television played well with only two channel. But we could now see all the Soap operas, westerns, American bandstand with Dick Clark even some horror movie such as Dracula the early serial of the vampire and the Werewolf. We would rush home every evening just to watch American bandstand. Now that dusty road had kept us up with all the happen all the time. We were not total in the dark about the development taking place within the environment neither out in the big world.
So remember my friends you are never left out of the game of life goals and fortune life has for you. Year later, as now I am living in Chicago, 1965 to 67, while I was waiting for my nursing program to open I worked at zenith factory where they made the tubes for the different television set. At that time Zenith and Motorola were the only major television companies that I first knew off.
Dearest Friends, The Voodoo Spiritual Temple and Priestess Miriam, wishes you great tiding and cheers for the most jubilant Holiday Season and many Blessing throughout 2012! I trust that your "Dusty Road," have open many doors for you and there are many more to be open. So keep your mind clear as possible and stay focus so that your "Dusty Road," take you home.
All our Love and Blessings! See You in 2012!
Sincerely, Priestess Miriam Servant Of Spirit!

Sincerely,
Miriam Williams
Voodoo Spiritual Temple
Happy Holidays from Priestess Miriam and the Voodoo Spiritual Temple
Dusty Road Take Me Home
"To Every Dusty Road There is the Prize (Gift)". Long ago before Asphalt, many roads that we call streets or highways were dusty with dirt.Sometimes with rocks scattered about to fill some holes caused by rain, wagons, tractors and heavy loads on big trucks.The same holes we now call potholes.
September 1949, my first day going off to school I came face to face with the dusty road. Walking down from our house bending to cross under the barbwire fence serves as a barrier protection for each landowner's property from the other. The fence ran along the hillside just above the little dusty road. As I rose up to step down on to the road, I was startled. When it seems out of nowhere there was a lady carrying a baby on her back and dressed different than any other woman that I knew living in the different communities. She acknowledged me with a tone that I can still here today in my soul "M A U" and continued on her way down the dusty road. It was later as I was now in my mid-twenties and working in surgery at Rush Presbyterian St Luke Hospital in Chicago.
This was when I began having dreams of me walking with a baby in my arm, always through a bed of snakes which never struck out at me but many were spread out everywhere. The dreams continued at different intervals. The last of the dreams occurred in 1975, the same pattern was repeated only this time I walked into a large building. As I entered all of the snakes turned into people reaching out to me and the baby in my arms. Suddenly an elevator door opened and me and the baby stepped in and went up. A few weeks later our supervisor of the operating room asked me if I would like to work up in the "Birth room" where cesarean sections would be done as well as assisting with deliveries. As I look back on that September morning of 1949, I wonder if it was my spirit soul that was just waiting for me to grow up to it.
It's amazing when you are a child, it's so easy to go along with the twists and turns that take shape in the dusty road. We kick the dust and through the rocks, sometimes at each other not worrying about the consequences until someone screamed. Parents came running out looking for who did it - "because your "Heinie's" gonna get a spanking". That'll settle the matter allowing us another day to kick dust, throw rocks and flow with the twists and turns along the dusty road.
I am so grateful for that old dusty road for creating a complete circle around the region that contains the country side with the little town of Pocahontas. Now time and years have gone by since that first day of school in September 1949. But now it's another school season in 1957. Over the previous years my mother had taken as many twists and turns as that old dusty road. Now we are living on the other side of the little town allowing us to go through the north side of town to get to school and back home. One day after school we walked through the little town of Pocahontas, where most of the landowners lived. Being that they was all white, off course that section of road where they lived had asphalt extending ¼ miles and then we hit the dust road again.
It was at the junction where the asphalt ended, what to our and good fortune, there set A small "television" What A treat. We took our good fortune home plugged it into the electric socket because at this time we now have electricity in our home. At first only the vertical lines appeared, then finally after my brother tap and played around with the different buttons a picture appeared. Everyday onward the little television played well with only two channel. But we could now see all the Soap operas, westerns, American bandstand with Dick Clark even some horror movie such as Dracula the early serial of the vampire and the Werewolf. We would rush home every evening just to watch American bandstand. Now that dusty road had kept us up with all the happen all the time. We were not total in the dark about the development taking place within the environment neither out in the big world.
So remember my friends you are never left out of the game of life goals and fortune life has for you. Year later, as now I am living in Chicago, 1965 to 67, while I was waiting for my nursing program to open I worked at zenith factory where they made the tubes for the different television set. At that time Zenith and Motorola were the only major television companies that I first knew off.
Dearest Friends, The Voodoo Spiritual Temple and Priestess Miriam, wishes you great tiding and cheers for the most jubilant Holiday Season and many Blessing throughout 2012! I trust that your "Dusty Road," have open many doors for you and there are many more to be open. So keep your mind clear as possible and stay focus so that your "Dusty Road," take you home.
All our Love and Blessings! See You in 2012!
Sincerely, Priestess Miriam Servant Of Spirit!

Sincerely,
Miriam Williams
Voodoo Spiritual Temple