Calling on Kouzen: Father’s Last Dance is a case study testimonial about a spirit-lead healing and reconciliation. The names have been changed to protect privacy. The miracle, however, is very real.
By Priestess Shoshana | Temple de la Luna | Spiritual Teachers Voodoo “There is a moment when the veil parts—not for death to take someone away, but for love to return what still needs to be said.”
Her name is Adrieaan—or at least that’s what we’ll call her here.
She reached out to me one evening in the way people often do when the world is unraveling—late, with urgency in her voice, and the kind of breath that comes from running, not with your feet, but with your soul.
“My father is dying.
He’s in the hospital.
He won’t make it through the night.
I need to fix things before he goes.”
She was weeping, but she wasn’t asking for comfort.
She was asking for a way through. A bridge. A blessing. A miracle.
What she didn’t know yet is that miracles are not rare in Voodoo Spiritism.
They’re just earned—through faith, through ritual, through Spirit.
And that night, Spirit showed up.
As she sobbed through the phone, I closed my eyes and went inward. The spirits were already whispering. I reached toward the altar and pulled my divination cloth close.
Then I heard the name, clear as air:
Kouzen.
Kouzen is not just any Lwa.
He is an Indio Misterio—a spirit of the forest and water, of healing, of peace, family, and fatherhood. He is known for his kindness, his strength, and his ability to restore life where death has already begun to settle.
I knew immediately that this was her father’s head Misterio—the one who walks with him, protects him, and would be the only one who could grant us permission to interfere with fate.
I told her:
“We’re going to ask Kouzen if your father can stay a little longer—not just to breathe, but to finish what was left unsaid.”
When I entered sacred space that night, I called Kouzen with tobacco, white flowers, and fresh water. I lit his candle and asked humbly—not to reverse death, but to delay it, so that something holy could happen between a father and daughter.
And he answered.
“I will give him time,” he said.
“But she must serve me the food. She must prepare it with cornmeal. Soft, simple, and full of love. He must eat it from her hands. Then she may light a white candle, and I will go to him myself.”
I relayed the instructions to Adrieaan. She didn’t hesitate.
Still in the hospital, she gathered what she needed—cornmeal, warm water, a calm spirit—and received permission from the nurses to light a small white candle at her father’s bedside.
She fed him the food.
And I stayed up that entire night, praying, singing, and calling Kouzen’s name with every breath I had.
At sunrise, my phone lit up.
“He’s awake. He opened his eyes. He’s talking.”
Her father, who had been slipping into the veil, returned.
Adrieaan gave him holy water, the sacred kind we bless at Spiritual Teachers Voodoo. She wiped his face with it. Let him sip it. Sprinkled it over his sheets. He said he felt new, like something had washed through him.
They discharged him that afternoon.
He went home.
And for the next eleven months, they lived.
They danced in the living room.
They laughed at old jokes.
They had long talks. They cried. They forgave.
They shared favorite foods and whispered secrets.
She recorded his voice. He told her where the family land was.
They sat in silence and peace.
And on the exact day Kouzen had shown me in divination—he passed.
But this time, he left full.
And she was not broken—she was complete.
To those outside the tradition, this may sound impossible.
But in Voodoo Spiritism, we know the truth: miracles don’t break the laws of nature—they obey a higher one.
Kouzen didn’t extend his life just for survival. He gave them time for reconciliation.
Because true healing isn’t just about medicine.
It’s about soul contracts, and finishing them with grace.
Adrieaan witnessed something few ever do: a second chance, granted by Spirit, because she had the courage to ask, the humility to serve, and the faith to follow every instruction exactly.
And that made her ready for what came next.
Three months after her father’s passing, she returned—not as a grieving daughter, but as a woman awakening to her own power.
“I don’t want this to stop here,” she said.
“I want to help others find healing like I did.”
Adrieaan enrolled in my mentorship program and became a student of Temple de la Luna. She began learning the sacred laws of Spiritism, the meaning of offerings, the discipline of mediumship, and the deeper wisdom of ancestral veneration.
But her journey didn’t stop at personal growth.
She took it into the world.
She opened a community space in her father’s honor—a center for gathering, healing, and storytelling. It’s not a temple in name, but it holds sacred space for people to feel safe, seen, and whole.
Her father’s name is on the wall.
And Kouzen’s candle still burns.
“There are no words for what I experienced. I called Priestess Shoshana expecting a reading. What I got was a doorway. She didn’t promise miracles. She listened, she called Spirit, and she gave me exact steps. That night, my father came back to me.
I watched Spirit move in real time. I felt something open between us that had been locked for years. And instead of his death being a wound, it became a sacred closing—a door we could walk through together.
I owe everything to that night. To Kouzen. To the sacred instructions. To Priestess Shoshana, who prayed for me when I couldn’t form the words. Because of her, I didn’t just say goodbye. I said thank you. I said I love you. I said everything.
And now, I serve the world through the light that experience gave me. I’ve found my calling. And I walk it in honor of my father—and the spirits who gave us time.”
Healing does not always come in the form of cures.
Sometimes, it comes in the form of completion.
This case study reminds us that Spirit sees beyond our panic. That our ancestors speak. That the Misterios intervene when the request is pure. And that love—true, sacred, Spirit-blessed love—is more powerful than death.
Kouzen is a gentle mystery. But his strength is in his compassion.
When he comes, he brings clarity. He brings breath.
And sometimes… he brings one more day.
To those seeking healing, reconciliation, or closure: the doors of Spirit are not closed. But they must be approached with humility, honesty, and sacred trust.
If you need help… call.
If the hour is late… call anyway.
Sometimes, miracles wait just beyond the veil.
And all they need is a lighted candle and a prayer whispered in faith.
If this story touched your heart, reach out. Whether you’re facing grief, spiritual blockages, or family wounds, there is help. There is a way. And Spirit is still speaking.
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Priestess Shoshana, CEO of Spiritual Teachers Voodoo and Temple de la Luna, Spirit Worker, Instructor, Psychic, Healer, Herbalist, Author
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