Carinae Conjure

02/14/2026

Valentine’s Day and Black History Month sharing the same month feels intentional to me.

Because Black Love is not just romance.
It is ritual.
It is remembrance.
It is return.

I’ve been sitting with love in all its forms lately. Self love. Communal love. Familial love. Passion. Intimacy. The kind of love that asks us to grow up spiritually.

Here are four books I keep close:

🌹Black Pearls: Book of Love by Eric V. Copage
Short, daily meditations centering Black love. This is a bedside or altar book. Something to open in the morning when you need to remember tenderness is not weakness.

🌹The Spirit of Intimacy by Sobonfu Somé
African teachings on relationship as community practice. It expands intimacy beyond romance. Love as accountability. Love as collective responsibility. Love as spiritual discipline.

🌹Pussy Prayers by Black Girl Bliss
Sacred and sensual rituals for women of color. Reclaiming the body as holy ground. Devotion to self. Pleasure without shame.

🌹Salvation: Black People and Love by bell hooks
bell hooks is direct. She challenges how patriarchy and trauma distort our capacity to love each other. It is honest and necessary. Especially if we want healthier Black futures.

Black Love is altar work.
It is shadow work.
It is joy.
It is discipline.

Tend to your love like it is sacred. Because it is.

02/12/2026

I poured libations inside Quinn Chapel.

And that sentence carries weight.

For the first recorded time in the history of that sanctuary, our ancestors were formally welcomed in through libation. Inside the first and oldest Black church in Chicago. Inside a space that held Underground Railroad strategy, abolitionist meetings, and freedom dreaming.

To stand there with water in my hands felt bigger than me.

Quinn Chapel has heard the voices of Dr Martin Luther King Jr. Ida B Wells. Frederick Douglass. Generations of Black people organizing, resisting, praying, and planning. And in that same space, I was able to call our ancestors forward and open the room.

It was not performance. It was not spectacle. It was reverence.

There is something powerful about bringing Spirit back into spaces that were always built for us, by us. About honoring the visible history while also honoring the unseen.

I felt the weight of it. I felt the tenderness of it. I felt the continuity of it.

It was an honor. Forever cherished.

02/11/2026

I am not just studying this work.
And I am not just doing this work.

I am my ancestors’ remembrance embodied.
Being a part of the Chi Town Shouters and bringing ring shouting back to Chicago is not performance for me. It is memory. It is muscle. It is Spirit moving through bone.

To be able to pour libations and open sacred conversation inside Quinn Chapel, the first and oldest Black church in Chicago, did something to me.

This is Underground Railroad ground.
This is abolitionist ground.
This is freedom work soil.

This is where our people gathered. Where movements were shaped. Where freedom seekers were protected. Where names like Dr Martin Luther King Jr, Ida B Wells, and Frederick Douglass spoke life into liberation.

And I stood there.
Not as a spectator.
Not as a historian.
But as a continuation.

Freedom Songs for our Liberation was more than an event. It was a 2.5 hour unfolding of memory. A full presentation on the Underground Railroad in the Midwest. Stories of Black abolitionists who risked everything for freedom seekers. And ring shout, our spiritual technology of rhythm, prayer, and resistance.
I watched Hoodoo Spirit work in real time.

Through every presenter.
Through every elder.
Through every person holding space in that sanctuary.

This is the community I talk about.
The one I cherish.
The one rooted in something deeper than trends.

Deep gratitude to Dr Nataka Moore for inviting me into this sacred circle. And to Dr Obari Cartman for bringing us community all together at Quinn Chapel.

02/05/2026

I know I dont talk to yall much on here anymore and its because Spirit told me a while ago to bring my black ass outside and get back to the land and local community. If you havent seen me then youre either 1. Not part of MY community or 2. You not participating in community either.

Going back n forth on these virtual streets aint enough. But Ill leave you with these messages because they still need to be said.

That being said, Ill see my community outside this Sunday, February 8th at for a conversation on Freedom and a Ring Shout. 💖

11/18/2025

My 2026 Yearly Readings are officially open.
Two hours. Month by month. Playing cards. Ancestral guidance the whole way through.

If you want to walk into the new year with clarity instead of confusion, book through the 🔗 in my b!o.

10/01/2025

Happy Hoodoo Heritage Month 💚✨️

04/13/2025

Yesterday I went to a Community Pow Wow hosted by the . It was a beautiful and powerful experience. Hearing the elders of this land share their stories and seeing the ways they connect with spirit and land moved something deep in me. Their songs, their dances, the way they carried tradition with pride and reverence. It reminded me that sacred work is always happening when people gather in truth.

I didn’t go to spectate. I went to be present. I joined in a community dance that they opened up to everyone. I only captured a few photos and videos because I wanted to feel the moment, not record it. I wanted to show up fully and honor what was being shared.

As a Hoodoo practitioner, I’ve often felt the nudge from my own ancestors to venerate the Indigenous ancestors of this land. That message has come to me more than once. Sometimes in dreams. Sometimes while working with roots. I believe that calling is tied to my relationship with the land itself. As a Rootworker, I cannot work with the roots of this soil without acknowledging the spirits who have tended it long before my people were brought here. The plants remember. The land remembers. And the work will not fully open if I do not move in right relationship.

There is often confusion that Native culture is part of Hoodoo. I do not believe that to be true. What I do believe is that two people who have survived attempted erasure can hold mutual respect. What I witnessed yesterday was a reflection of that. This was for my ancestors who broke bread with Native folks. Who traded medicine and shared fire. Who looked each other in the eye and recognized a familiar sorrow. And a familiar power.

I honor the comradeship that was forged under pressure. I honor the ancestors who loved this land, who walked it barefoot, who prayed to it, who worked it, who harvested it with reverence. I honor the plants who still grow here and whisper the old ways. And I honor the spirits who remind me that no real work can be done unless it begins in respect.

03/30/2025

The railroad spikes are back! Y’all already know I don’t play about these. I personally drove an hour, walked miles, and pulled these straight from the tracks myself. Each one has been fed the traditional way with a sacrifice and consecrated with John Henry Blockbuster Oil. These are fully charged and ready to protect whoever claims them.

🔮 Place it above your front door to guard your home.
🚗 Keep one in your car for road protection.
🛌 Tuck it under your bed to block nightmares and spiritual attacks.

Y’all know these go FAST. If you want one, DM me! ✨

10/29/2024

Happy Tuesday Hoodoos

Just posted a new piece on the blog!

I wanted to speak on how a lot of folks get caught up in learning the “how” of Hoodoo—making oils, fixing jars, and working roots, all those powerful tools handed down through our ancestors. But here’s what we often miss: it’s not just about the tools themselves. Knowing when to use them and why is what brings true power to our practice.

If we’re not strategic, if we’re not tuned into the timing and intention behind our work, we might not see the changes we’re hoping for—or worse, we might end up with results we didn’t expect.

Join me on the blog to dive into the importance of aligning your intentions, timing, and knowledge in Hoodoo. This one’s all about making sure our Work is as impactful as possible.

Many Blessings, Jah

👉 Check Out the Full Post Here (https://www.carinaeconjure.com/post/weeds-or-wonders-embracing-native-plants-for-rootwork)

I’d love to hear your thoughts on the post

If you have any questions, please respond to this email.

Blessings. Jah.

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10/29/2024

NEW BLOGPOST 🌿

In Hoodoo, many are eager to jump into learning the mechanics—how to make oils, how to fix jars, and the art of working roots. These are powerful tools passed down from our ancestors, deeply embedded in Black ancestral spiritual traditions. Yet, I often see people focusing more on the how than the when or the why.

The magic doesn’t only lie in oils, jars, and the roots alone. Strategy is what brings a centralized focus to the Work. Which empowers you to pinpoint your true desires.

You can learn how to Conjure all day long, but if you lack the wisdom to use your tools at the proper time and for the right reasons, you may find yourself frustrated with the results—or worse, causing unintended consequences. In Hoodoo, timing, intention, and a deep understanding of your specific situation are essential to creating meaningful change in your life.

DM me for link to full Blogpost.