A blog from the Testimonial & Case Study Series at Spiritual Teachers Voodoo
In a world overwhelmed by logic, databases, and machinery, there are still mysteries no forensics team can touch—because what’s missing isn’t physical. It’s spiritual.
That’s when people turn to us.
At Spiritual Teachers Voodoo, we’ve been called upon to assist in missing persons cases, family tragedies, and unsolved generational curses—some quietly referred by police departments, others brought to us by private investigators who’ve run out of answers. And sometimes, we are the last hope for families who have exhausted every option and still have no peace.
This isn’t entertainment. This isn’t a séance for show. This is sacred, dangerous, exhausting, and deeply fulfilling work. We don’t just locate bodies. We restore ancestral order. We speak to the dead. We battle unseen forces. And sometimes, we uncover truths that have been buried for decades—intentionally.
The common public perception of psychics in investigations is full of misconceptions. People think we sit in a room and “see everything” instantly. That we just close our eyes and get a full picture of where the victim is, who did it, and what happened.
In truth, psychic mediumship doesn’t operate like a single spotlight. It works like a spiritual excavation. We receive symbols, fragments, images, sensations—emotional echoes that must be interpreted carefully. Every session is a layered unraveling of truth, deception, trauma, and buried memory.
Especially in cases involving serial predators, occult criminal groups, or generational trauma, information does not arrive neatly. Sometimes, it hides. Sometimes, it fights us.
Remote viewing—as it’s popularly practiced—often deals with distanced psychic perception. You might “see” a place, a terrain, or a moment in time. But Vodou-based psychic investigation goes further.
We don’t just see the moment—we interact with it. We ask questions of the dead. We confront curses. We interpret spiritual residue and intergenerational contracts. And we always work through the intercession of the Lwa, our divine forces.
This makes our work incomparably richer, and sometimes, infinitely more dangerous.
We are not detached viewers. We are spiritual responders.
In one of our most difficult cases, I was hired to assist a family plagued by unexplainable deaths. For over four decades, someone in the family died every quarter—once every three months. Different causes. Different branches. Always brutal. Always sudden.
Law enforcement couldn’t find a pattern. Family members were terrified.
When I entered, I didn’t receive a full image at once. I received one fragment at a time: a glimpse of a child’s birth. A family gathering. A knife. A scream underwater. With each vision, I stopped, brought it to the family, and together, we combed through their records—photos, letters, history.
Only after verifying the symbols could we move forward.
Eventually, the Lwa revealed the origin: a curse cast at the moment of a child’s birth 45 years earlier. The curse had been lifted, re-cast, and reactivated multiple times. It was maintained by spiritual actors across borders. The family had been caught in a web of spiritual retaliation ever since.
Here’s a breakdown of how the process unfolded:
Before engaging, I consulted my spirits and cleansed my altar space. I asked the Lwa to protect me from retaliation. I called on the ancestral dead for truth and permission.
I began receiving symbolic information in fragments: faces, deaths, locations, colors, talismans, dreams. I did not assume. Every piece required verification with the family.
We worked collaboratively. They provided photos, family stories, old journals. I asked questions guided by spirit. The answers unlocked more visions.
The souls of the deceased began to speak. They were trapped, confused, some angry. Some didn’t even know they had died. Each had to be approached, acknowledged, and gently elevated.
We located the person responsible for initiating the curse. They were a respected, religious elder—seemingly innocent. But spiritually, they were steeped in black magic. We confronted them spiritually and personally.
Some of the practitioners who had been paid to maintain the curse retaliated. My team and I faced disturbances in our homes and sleep. But our spirits were strong. Their practice collapsed shortly after.
Once the curse was broken, we guided each trapped spirit toward peace. I performed private masses, spiritual baths, and healing sessions to repair the trauma left behind.
Most people don’t know that Vodou-trained investigators exist—and that we’re specialized in different spiritual “departments.”
I have a friend who works in covert international operations. He collaborates with high-level agencies to identify drug trafficking routes and dismantle spiritualized criminal networks. He is fearless, spiritually protected, and emotionally detached enough to survive that terrain. He’s saved thousands of lives and yet remains unknown.
I’m more sensitive. I feel every cry. I grieve every victim. My work is about generational healing, ancestral forgiveness, and spiritual repair. That’s why I only take on one major spiritual investigation a year.
This work is not glamorous. It’s grueling.
In one year where I took on too many investigations, my body began to deteriorate. My dreams were hijacked. My emotions frayed. I began to feel haunted—not by spirits, but by their pain.
I took time off. Retreat. Silence. Ritual.
We have to cleanse ourselves constantly or we become carriers of the unresolved pain of others. That is the price of walking with the Lwa. You are their servant. Their mouthpiece. And sometimes, their battlefield.
We don’t just work for outcomes—we work for the integrity of the soul.
That means:
We care deeply for all people—living and dead. Justice, to us, is not just about answers. It’s about release.
In the West, justice is linear: someone commits a crime, the system punishes them.
But in Vodou, justice is multidimensional. A crime may have originated in a past life. A victim may be carrying ancestral karma. A perpetrator may be acting under spiritual influence or unhealed generational trauma.
Our goal is to see beyond human logic. That’s why our insights are so powerful—and why they must be treated with humility.
Even when a case is “closed,” we keep working:
Because unless healing is complete, cycles repeat.
I knew this curse would not die easily.
To break it fully, the family had to prepare through a strict three-month protocol, guided step-by-step by my spiritual instructions and the Lwa. This was no passive process. Every family member committed to:
Not once did they resist. Their commitment was rare—and powerful. That purity of heart opened the gates for what happened next.
The final ritual took place outside, under the full moon, on sacred ground prepared with days of cleansing and spiritual shielding. The family arrived early in the day to begin their part of the offering:
This was no show. This was a sacred plea.
That night, Ezili Dantò answered.
The drumming rose. The wind changed. The moonlight shifted.
And then she came.
Ezili Dantò—the fierce mother, the avenger of the oppressed, the secret keeper, and the one who stood behind the Haitian Revolution—mounted with all her power.
When she entered my body, there was no question. My breath stopped. My feet struck the earth like iron. My hands seized the red scarf. Her eyes opened through mine, ancient and volcanic.
She walked the circle with fire in her gaze. Her voice, guttural and slow, issued warnings and blessings in Creole. She held the blade high, then without hesitation, cut her own arm and offered her blood to the altar.
“With this blood,” she said, “I give you power. With this blood, the curse is broken.”
She anointed the family one by one. No one spoke. Everyone wept.
When she left, the air cracked open with silence. We knew it was done.
Once Dantò departed, we completed the closing rites. I was exhausted. The family was transformed. A spiritual fog lifted that night.
There were no more deaths after that.
Over the next six months, family members reported:
This was more than a ritual. It was a full restoration of the bloodline.
While our client confidentiality is sacred, here are anonymized reflections:
“We had no idea the deaths in our family were spiritually connected. After the work, no one else died. We sleep again.” – Family in the Caribbean
“The spirits you talked to… they were my ancestors. We could feel them go. Thank you for giving them peace.” – Private client, NYC
“You didn’t just find the truth. You restored my daughter’s soul.” – Mother of a missing teen
This path is not for the faint of heart. To carry the light into the darkest places takes courage, devotion, and an unwavering commitment to healing. We do this work because we must—because the spirits demand it, and because the world still needs truth-seers.
Not all mysteries are for the public. But when the ancestors cry, we listen. When the dead don’t rest, we walk with them. When evil masquerades as holy, we lift the veil.
We are not here for the spotlight.
We are here to restore the soul.
If your family is trapped in a cycle you don’t understand…
If someone is missing and your heart won’t rest…
If you’ve seen what no one believes…
You are not alone.
We invite serious cases and private investigative partnerships. Due to the nature of this work, we only take on a limited number of these cases each year.
Let spirit lead. Let justice rise.
With power, beauty, and abundance
Priestess Shoshana, CEO of Spiritual Teachers Voodoo and Temple de la Luna, Spirit Worker, Instructor, Psychic, Healer, Herbalist, Author
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