Any one that knows me knows that I am always teaching, and sharing a lot of my Spiritual Experiences with those who care to know. I have often explained that there is no such thing as death. Only the physical body dies, but the spirit lives on. We all have a spiritual double that lives on the astral planes. While we are on our journey here that twin of ours, hovers closely by. In the blog about reincarnation, I wrote about the me watching me Obara Meji in the visions, who seem to know exactly what is happening and is not afraid of anything. That me who is watching, is Obara Meji living on earth, while the me in the dream/vision is my astral double. Have you ever had a dream where you were fighting and overpowering people, doing somethings like flying, swimming, etc, that you know your physical self could not do?. That was your Spiritual Twin who resides on the planes not of this earth, so you see that we have all been to the realms, after all sleep imitates death. Read this next story about a man I met, while I was on my journey through the realms, little did I know that some years after meeting this spirit, that I would meet his physical double on the earth plane, and even warn him and his wife of his impending death, only to realize years later that it was him…..sad story but true.
Years ago while I was going through Spiritual Schooling, what this means is that the Spirits came for me and stripped me of everything that I had been taught all my life and all that I thought was needed in my life including mychildren father, my business and left me bare like a newborn child and began teaching me Spiritual things. At nights while I slept or in the days when they put me to sleep I would be taken out of my body and into the Spiritual Realm and experience lots of things and also meet many people, some who were living on the realms, some who were living on earth, some who were to come into the world, and some who was living on Earth but whose Spiritual double I met while walking in the Astral Realm, one such instance is this; They came for me while I slept, the lift out of my body was subtle and I knew not except for a few times when they took me. On this particular occasion I found myself hurrying to get home,back to my body,for some reason I felt that I had to get back into my body before a certain hour, I will not say the hour, while walking a man materialized beside, he had a very pronounced limp and said “hello young lady, how are you and where you hurrying to” I told him I was hurrying home, he asked if he could walk along with me a little way and I said yes, he then asked “do you want to know how I got here” and I said yes,” here” being the astral realm where he now resides, he told me this story.. “I met a girl, and invited her on a date and she accepted, so we decided to meet up on top of the hill,” I wasn’t sure what he meant by on top the hill,.. “when I went to meet the girl, her brothers had come along with her, because apparently she was under age which I did not know, they used cut lasses and chopped me really badly and that is how I came here” he stopped, forcing me to stop too, and said ” it was nice meeting you, thanking you for allowing me to walk and talk with you, if you should ever need me please call for me my name is Peanut“. I found my self back into my body. I wrote this experience down as with all my others and carried on about my life. A client of mine boyfriend had died tragically (I will tell that story to you one day, the topic will titled, PREDICTING DEATH PRECISELY), he received eight shots to the chest and for whatever reason the doctors had cut his legs off before he died, remember what is said here about about the legs as it is important to part two of the story. As a matter of fact let me tell you that story now.
A client of mine who I use to consult for, had a boyfriend who had been deported back to Jamaica. He was there for a year and some how he was planning to come back, she came to me for consultation on the matter, she worried that he would come back to America and resume his womanizing ways. I prayed for her and allowed one of my main guides access to my body, he told her that the guy would come but he would go straight back to Jamaica in a wooden box, with both legs chopped off and buried with him, she said “nuh true” (she agreed, as in signing a negative prediction) as if that message satisfied her. The guys name was Delroy they called him Deli, he returned to the States, and they both lived together for two months. One day I called their house, he picked up the phone and told me that she wasn’t there I was about to hang up when I suddenly shouted out to him, “they are going to kill you, Please stay in for at least a week”!!, he laughed and said thanks but he does not believe in “dem ting deh” (he did not take what was said seriously)… Before the week was out he went out with a male friend, he was the passenger, while the friend went out of the car to get liquor from the liquor store, someone walked up to him while he sat in the passenger seat and pumped eight shots into his chest. He died at the hospital five hours after. The doctors had removed both his legs saying that they were trying to save him. He was buried in Jamaica with both legs in his coffin. About three years after his death, his girlfriend and I was having lunch and she sighed and said “lawd ah wonda wha Peanut ah do yah now!!” (she wondered what Peanut was doing at this moment) I asked her who was that and she said Deli, to my astonishment, she continued to say any body that knew him from Primary school days, knows him by that name, of course I had to tell her of the Peanut that I had met long ago while travelling in the Realms. …He was killed because he was having an affair with a girl whose boyfriend felt disrespected. Can you believe that? Remember Peanut told me was killed because of a date he had with a young girl…. boy oh boy my life!! I will tell you my second encounter with him three days after he died and how he held my physical hand trying desperately to talk to me… hang on!! oonu soon hear!! lolol…it wasn’t funny at de time though.
Ọwọ́ epo lọmọ aráyé ńbá nií lá, wọn kìí bá ni lá ọwọ́ ẹ̀jẹ̀. /
The world will very well join one to lick a hand smeared with (palm) oil, not a bloodied one….Yoruba Proverb!
[Everybody loves the winner, but when one is disadvantaged, one is alone]