There were millions of expectant parishioners in the church that morning. Saint Cecilia, a church no bigger than a house fly, in the village of Spanish Harlem, had miraculously become a gigantic cathedral that morning because it knew that an extraordinary event would take place and that I was responsible. Then everything stopped moving except for Archangel's hands inserting the holy wafer into the open mouths of the expectant parishioners that instantly erupted belching white foamy lava. They were like mad dogs foaming at the mouth and barking at the oblivious priest as he held the apocryphal Grail up to heaven offering my body, my blood to Jesus Christ. And I disappeared into a long puff of marijuana, alcohol and drugs.
Witchcraft implies evil doing.
In Santerismo the person who offers the service is the belief system. She employs auguries, strange forms of phylacteries, talismans and all manner of potions, including rituals for unrequited love when menstrua occur. She did well. The procurer of my mother's services would benefit, therefore it is not considered evil. Only the two demons that are at the right and left of the devil, Altaro, Altaclan, and the one in front of him, the most malefic, Altaru, are evil.