The BoneLady: Bone Readings & Spiritual Services

06/21/2026

Schedule Your Virtual Life Changing Spiritual Bone Consultation Today With Priestess Imani at The BoneLady: Bone Readings & Spiritual Services!!

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05/11/2026

Thank you Lee Daniels for the opportunity! I look forward to sitting with you again blessings! 💕💫

By Danli Divine Time moves fast in this dance we call life, and sometimes, we seek guidance beyond what we can see. In a special episode of Divine Time, host Danli Divine sits down with a truly uni…

04/18/2026

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11/07/2025

This Sunday, November 9th, we gather again for Jubilee Sundays; a time of reflection, rhythm, and remembrance. Come share in prayer, song, and conversation as we continue exploring our roots and the wisdom that still speaks through us today. Bring your open heart, your children, your elders, and your spirit of community. All are welcome. ✨

🕊️ Jubilee Sundays: where culture, faith, and freedom meet in the open air.

🫶🏾BRING YOUR OWN (BYO) Chairs, mats, blankets

10/23/2025

On Ancestral Spirit Day, we will gather to pour libations, sing songs, and bring offerings to the altar in honor of those who came before us.

Messages will be shared by Priestess Imani and Zuri, offering spiritual insight, reflection, and ancestral remembrance.

If you feel led, you are welcome to bring an instrument—tambourines, shakerés, drums, or hand-held percussion. We will lift up rhythm, song, and spirit together.

This is a peaceful, intimate gathering for those walking a spiritual path.
You are welcome to bring a friend or loved one. Children are welcome—this is a family-friendly space rooted in love, tradition, and reverence.

🕯️ Bring an offering for the altar
🪑 Bring your own chair or blanket
🥁 Bring an instrument if led
📍 412 Vanstory Street, Fayetteville
🗓️ Sunday, November 2, 2025
🕚 11:00 AM
📞 Text 910-302-6990 for details

Free and open to kindred spirits, seekers, and spiritual families.

10/20/2025

Indigenous spirituality is a tree.
Its roots, sticks, and leaves may look different,
but each part plays a role in the balance of the whole.
They intertwine beneath and above the soil,
exchanging breath, memory, and nourishment.
This is the spiritual ecology of life itself.

Trying to separate Indigenous or African-diasporic traditions too rigidly
is like trying to separate the root from the branch.
They adapt, merge, and sustain one another
through exchange, migration, and survival.

So how can we truly know one without the other?
Hoodoo sometimes carries Voodoo (know the difference: Vodun; Vodou),
and Voodoo carries Hoodoo.
They are not the same, yet not apart.
They are reflections of one another,
born of the same seed, shaped by different soils.
It is all one, because we are one.

When a tree is struck down,
chopped by colonization,
or rots from the core of forgetting,
the one thing that remains is the roots,
the skeletal remains that testify a sacred tree once stood here.

Those roots, what we now call Hoodoo,
pull the buried wisdom from the soil.
They feed on memory.
They draw from rain, blood, sweat, and prayer.
They are the first to feel when Spirit moves underground.

Without roots, there is no life.
Religions and their systems were never born overnight.
Each began as a seed,
a moment of communion between human and creation.
That seed became a root.
That root became nourishment for nations.
That nourishment became the songs, shrines, and stories
that still bloom today.

When we celebrate Hoodoo Heritage Month in October,
we are not only honoring the roots.
We are celebrating all life —
all things that represent who we are.
Everyone should honor roots, because without them
there would be no leaf or stick, no nourishment, no vegetable, no fruit.
Even when a seed is sown into a mother,
that seed must take root in her fertile soil.

So when we speak of tradition,
we are speaking of the Tree.
When we work the roots,
we are working the remembrance.
When we honor the branches,
we are honoring the reach of the ancestors.
And when we breathe under its shade,
we are part of the living ecology of Spirit.

10/18/2025

Look Closely. The line to criticize is the longest.
But people get impatient, because there’s not much you can see from the back. They don’t have clear vision, so they depend on the person in front of them, who’s depending on someone else. So the whole line becomes an echo chamber of assumptions and recycled opinions.

When there’s no view of the truth, they start criticizing what’s within reach: the door, the people in line, or the person they can’t get close enough to understand. They’re waiting for a show. And they’re angry when the curtains never open.

So they drift into the gossip line, trying to make sense of things with fragments, whispers, and lies. They fill in blanks with falsehoods. But the truth? It keeps living. The person they’re watching keeps thriving. The story keeps unfolding, without needing their permission.

Then the strategy shifts. They step into the line to get “involved”, but it’s not real. It’s a performance. They mimic concern. They pretend alignment. They feign commitment to a mission they never truly believed in all for access.

Because with access comes more fuel: more gossip, more criticism, more illusion of insight.

But here’s the twist, the one they’re watching is still rising. Still building. Still becoming.

So now comes the next mask:
Encouragement. Because those on the rise tend to remember who truly poured into them. So they put on the cheerleader costume, not to uplift, but to secure a spot near the spotlight.

And when it’s finally time to help? They can’t. Because they never trained their hands to give. They never built their heart to serve. They weren’t preparing to carry. They were positioning themselves to take.

So they arrive at the last door, not to offer help, but to ask for it. Because by then, the soul is tired. Tired from pretending. Tired from performing. Tired from the weight of not being real.

Let it be known: Not every door opens to performance. Some doors only open to purity. And only the sincere are given keys.

~Priestess Imani 🌿✨💕