New Orleans is a magical place.
Sure, it’s the scary sort of magic, but that makes it all the more interesting. If you were ever going to have a tarot/palm reading, New Orleans seems like the place to do it and who better than The World Famous Voodoo Bone Lady?
All of the readings seemed pretty vague to me, but hey, what do I know. I didn’t accurately predict the Superbowl outcome on National TV.
Heck, I can’t even predict my own actions.
One thing I can predict is that if you visit New Orleans, there will be voodoo. Some of it will come 32 ounces at a time on Bourbon Street but real voodoo can be found here at Voodoo Authentica’s Voodoo Shop & Museum where your voodoo isn’t ‘Made in China’.
After our trip through the Voodoo Museum, we all decided we needed to balance our spiritual energy and stopped inside the St. Louis Cathedral in Jackson Square. A mass was going on inside so we stayed in the lobby, but we felt properly cleansed all the same.
Ironically enough, after we left the church, I made a new friend on Jackson Square.
He claimed he wasn’t a demon but an alien. Uh huh. Those horns, claws and beady red eyes say otherwise.
Another must do activity is Spirit Tours of New Orleans. Dawn and I took a daytime Cemetery and Voodoo tour around the French Quarter and St. Louis Cemetery No. 1. I’ll have a Grave Discoveries post soon featuring St. Louis Cemetery No. 1 because it was amazing. I wish I had time to visit ALL of the NOLA cemeteries. It will just give me a good excuse to return. I’m thinking a Halloween visit would be most excellent.
Another night we went on Spirit Tours Ghost & Vampire Tour of the French Quarter. Dawn and I were the only ones to show up that night and our guide, Judy, gave us the five-star treatment despite a brief downpour.
Being a huge American Horror Story: Coven fan, this was the highlight for me of that tour… the home of the notorious murderess Madame Lalaurie.
We also visited several other haunted sites including the Ursuline Convent. The girls brought over from France were actually intended to be virgin brides for the soldiers. They arrived pulling trunks, which resembled caskets, filled with their belongings thus giving rise to to the locals calling them ‘Casket Girls’ and starting rumors they were somehow supernatural.
You can learn more from the Southern Area Paranormal Society.
Another stop we made was to Mardi Gras World where they store the elaborate floats. Nothing too spooky there, but I did discover where exactly at least one Wild Thing is.
You can see I made another friend.
On the bus back to the Marriott after our visit to Mardi Gras World another author on the bus was encouraging people to pull a tarot card from her bag o’ promo for a quick reading. I reached in, fished around blindly and pulled this one from maybe a hundred random selections…
Keri started to tell me the card wasn’t a bad card, that it represented change but before she could finish, I blurted out the fact I write Reapers. She took one look at me and said, “I’m done with you.”
Well played, Keri. Well played.