Palo Mayombe protects President Trump from the cult of Neo-Pagan welfare witches. My Nfumbe grabs a Hag by the pussy.

Hey Kraken, whats Krack-a-lackin?

In august 2016 I began seeing Facebook posts concerning Pagans gathering together to casting spells on our now great President Donald Trump. Their aim? To derail his presidential campaign and deny him his divine birth right (I have done the life path reading or "lettering" as we call it in Palo Mayombe and he was born to be President). Upon reading this, I couldn't help but laugh, and laugh hard. The majority of neo-pagans are outcast weirdos who barely hold a job. They live in run down single wide trailers with five grubby kids and seven dogs. Most think they are incarnations of Arch-Druids, fairy-kin or dragon-kin, and that Hogwarts is a real place, however making car payments on time is unthinkable. Not exactly the studious delvers of the occult and skilled operators of arcane sciences Trump would actually need to worry about, and therefore nothing I would need to worry about.

Goddess-bodied

It latter occurred to me that while these Goddess worshiping goddess-bodied land whales, clad in frumpy formless robes would present no credible threat individually, they may do so collectively, and that I could not let happen.

I went before my Nganga, gave respect to my Nfumbe, and called upon the mighty Zarabanda. Over the patipemba of Zarabanda, the spirit of War, I spilled the blood of a red rooster, and fed the patipemba cigar smoke, a large candle and spiced rum. I directed my Nfumbe to stay within "arm's reach" of our future President, deflect all magical or spiritual attacks, and report back to me on a daily basis.

Nganga of Zarabanda

My Nfumbe had very little to report back on. This so-called super-coven of neo-pagan "witches" with all their mantras, herb burning and prattling to the Goddess in designated "safe spaces", accomplished very little.

But on one occasion my Nfumbe did have something interesting to report.

On the 6th of November, 2016, my Nfumbe reported to me that something did manifest it's self in front of Donald Trump. This creature had "potential" to bring him and his campaign some mild discomfort. The neo-pagans had finally done "something". My Nfumbe described it as a large and extremely ugly "hag". The hag was mostly unformed, possessed ponderous female parts, and was very clumsy.

The "hag", I feel, was most likely a huge jumbled thought-form which finally became a mental/astral construct. What my Nfumbe described reflected what I imagine the thought-form created by thousands of emotionally chaotic, and largely directionless neo-pagans would be.

Ugly, unformed, and ponderous female parts....

My Nfumbe went on to say the "hag" had only a vague understanding of it's purpose. While hostile towards Trump it was unsure how to direct this hostility. The hag did what  it's creators do: it whined and screamed, but little else. Because I had directed my Nfumbe to deflect all magical, and spirit attacks against Trump, my Nfumbe attacked it. On asking how my Nfumbe attacked it, my Nfumbe said "grabbed it by the pussy".

"Well then my Nfumbe, you can do anything" I replied, and that IS power. A power I pledge I will continue using to keep our great president safe from occult threats, both foreign and domestic.