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New Moon Spell

NEW MOON SPELL in the backwoods of the Louisiana bayou voodoo is alive and well... Calling on fire, wind, earth and water in the shadow of the torch lights as the dance of the dead is danced caught up in a trance like frenzy, the high priest reads from the book of rites and invites the spirits to breath from our cup of life... Three times the power of three and this month is the perfect month as Jupiter trines Aries... As the dance of the dead is danced around the sacred crystals, ancient skulls and the brewing cauldrons and I know these things all too well... In the backwoods of the Louisiana bayou every time the moon is new you can hear the distance drums beating to a voodoo ceremony as A NEW SPELL rings out through the night hauntingly!

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