Hutuapo Bruh....
I was taught by an old rootworker in the community I was raised in. Old Uncle Issac was 97 years old when he transitioned. I was raised in a rural all-Black village, where most of the Black people (families) there owned the land and had been settled there before and since slavery. There were plenty of stories. Uncle Issac Bautista even had a medium similar to a Palo prenda in his old wood shack. He swore by dandelion. Before I could met the Black Man, I had ingested tons of this stuff.
Blackbird