The Curse of the Vampire God in a Mexican Grimoire

Luis G. Abbadie

Brujería a la Mexicana is an odd, thin book issued by Dr. Antonio Escobedo Cordero in 1993.
According to his curricula, Dr. Escobedo (in Mexico, the paternal last name is the first of two,
this Escobedo is the main one) is a journalist who has studied the occult since 1966 and has
authored books on various subjects, ranging from UFOs to “Psychic Lawful Investigations”
(Investigaciones Judiciales Psíquicas is a book I intend to look up, having sometimes been in the
unusual position of presenting expert evalauation on occult matters for lawyers myself). He is
also a Guadalupan Moya Exorcist Priest (whatever that is!) and a Faith Healer; the Moya
Priesthood is perhaps somehow related to a saint or divine encarnation by name of Natividad
Reyna, since he is invoked elsewhere in the book, as are several Catholic saints, the Virgin of
Guadalupe, a Saint Ramon Unborn, the Holy Death, the Three Wise Men, and several angels
from classic grimoire tradition; I confess I was unaware of this particular path.

A word about the title. Brujería a la Mexicana translates as Witchcraft the Mexican Way. In the
USA, Brujeria may have become a branch of its own, different from Witchcraft, but here in
Mexico the word applies both to Latin American-rooted practices and to European forms,
including even Wicca. That being the case, this book intends to collect a series of examples of
spells, hexes and conjurings from Mexican folklore. The book begins with the reproduction of a
letter from Lic. Eddie Bonilla Knocker, from the Mexican Academy of Traditional Medicine,
commending Dr. Escobedo’s manuscript as “filling a great academic void” and its subject matter
“being placed with the utmost seriousness, since it is a great contribution which complements
traditional therapeutic methods that have always been valid among our people and all through
the world”, and inviting him to bring the book to the then-upcoming International Congress of
Tradictional Medicine and Folklore (which took place in December, 1993). The author explains
his intention to make this book available as a “hands-on source” for all those willing to better
their lives through faith healing and witchcraft.

Still, I was quite amazed to find within its pages an entity who does not belong to Mexican or
even Latin American folklore, which is the reason I’m writing this.

On the other hand, a certain Mr. Wilson has written that said entity “predates all religions”, as
is the case, if we are to believe Lovecraft, with all entities from the Cthulhu Mythos, to which
this obscure being is somehow related. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

During World War Two, a certain Keep was occupied by a Nazi regiment, and a learned Jewish
professor was held prisoner there for some obscure research. It is said that, within the walls of
the Keep, several forbidden books were found, including no less than the Kitab Al-Azif! The
story –which ended with much death and bloodshed- was faithfully chronicled by F. Paul Wilson
in his novel The Keep. In it (SPOILERS AHEAD, FAIR WARNING), he reveals that the Nazi
occupiers accidentally released a dormant vampire, whose true identity was that of a far worse
entity, an emissary of evil named Rasalom, who is prophesied to eventually bring about a reign
of darkness upon the world. F. Paul Wilson has gone on to write about Rasalom’s further
manifestations in pursuit of his wicked purposes; I confess I have yet to read several of these
later books, but I’ll get to them.

Well, it turns out that Rasalom is no less than one of the evil entities invoked in the curses
collected by Dr. Escobedo from Mexican witches! I can’t help remembering how, back when I
first read The Keep, my not-so-good English (I was 14) misinterpreted the quote about Rasalom
predating all religions not as being older, but in the sense of a predator!

Besides a large number of talismans and healing formulae, Dr. Escobedo also reproduces an
enexpected number of horrible curses and hexes. About them, he warns the reader against
trying them out because –he boldly states in capital letters- “the revelation of malevolent
secrets invalidates their efficacy and that of positive secrets augments their power”, because of
which all these curses have been rendered powerless.

I’ll now make a pause for all you LHP practitioners, Traditional Witches, Satanists, Chaotes, and
assorted BALGs to finish scoffing, laffing, clean up your teary eyes and recover your breath. Will
five minutes be enough?

Are we all back now? Fine. Then, here I present to you the (powerless- now don’t start again)
forbidden formulae no doubt taught by Rasalom to early sorcerers.

(Note 1: The “entities” mentioned as placing the curses are elsewhere described as
disincarnated entities. Not sure why they would bother using physical implements instead of
vampirizing their victims themselves?)

FDA TO INFEST ANY PLACE WITH ASTRAL VAMPIRES:

(Note 2: I have no idea what FDA stands for)

With such an end, the entities of evil spread, on the place they desire to infest, powdered
guano extracted from a cave of bats during the daytime and on the night, is inscribed a
semblance of a vampire, in a direction reversed from the place to be harmed, inscribing in the
semblance the words, “FOR YOU RASALOM,” with which in the place subject to harm,
disharmony and darkness will always prevail and everything sacred and concerning to God will
be rebuked, and it will be infested with mosquitoes.
FDA OF DEATH FOR PAYMENT OF FEELINGS:

To such effect, the entities of evil employ a cloth poppet, with a resemblance according to the
victim’s gender, which they baptize diabolically and consecrate it likewise unto Rasalom, after
which they fill the semblance’s head with pink and red ribbons, and at the heignt of its chest,
they place a photo of their X (X stands for the victim’s name all through the book), they place
upon it a pink rose, soaked with semen or menstrual blood according to the entity’s gender,
pinning it to the semblance with a pin dipped in snake poison and tarantula poison, all of which
id enveloped in a red cloth soaked with graveyard water and they throw it at midnight into a
cave of bats, with which their victim or victims will die from a great feeling and suffering a
deadly pain in the chest.

Another entity I notice in this book, but which sounds way too unsettling to describe in full, is a
certain Gatubel. Gods help us.

So there it is. Now, on an unrelated note, if anybody residing in New York could put me in touch
with a Mr. Repairman Jack, I would greatly appreciate it, especially if a friend of is called Glenn
is around.