The story below is a re-post but I Obara Meji felt compelled to share this story again because of how important it is to count your blessings. God in his wisdom takes care of us all, and even though at times it may be hard for some of us to see our blessings, the signs are there as clear as day, only if we look more closely and pay attention. Just as we have our ancestors to look after us and guide us from the spiritual realm, so have THEY, the dearly departed people who are on earth in physical body who can assist them with earthly duties or concerns that THEY cannot perform. Let me explain what I mean, and it IS in keeping with the theme, IN TIMES OF NEED!.
Years ago on Sunday night, I went to my sister’s house to return an earring that I had borrowed from her, she was home alone with the kids. Her then boyfriend had gone to his friend who had died BLOODY’s wake, (Bloody was his street name). I got there around 7 o’clock in the evening and even though it was summer time in New York the atmosphere was nice and cool. My sister was on the phone when I arrived so I did not tarry, I just told her that I was returning the earring, and she indicated for me to put them on her kitchen counter, which I did. I went home. I fell asleep around 11.30pm, around 2.30 am, I jumped up with a start!, to see a young man in my room, I did not know him, but I knew he was dead, after all it was not the first time that I had a VISITOR. At first I was upset that this wayward spirit came into my room unannounced and I reproached him at this, and he apologized and told me that he needed to talk to me. I asked him how did he find me and he told me that I had left earrings at my sister’s house and when he followed her boyfriend who attended his wake home THEY told him that he could talk to me, so he found me through the energy I had left on the earrings that I had returned. The They that he spoke about were his HANDLERS in the spirit world.
He said that he wanted me to tell his child’s mother that she should bury him underneath a coconut tree in Jamaica, and then he complained about his wake, that he was not pleased because they onlu sung two christian songs, he said they, his friends fired shots outside of the wake as gun salute to honor him which he thought was rude and inappropriate. He said that he missed his little girl and the mother, but he knows what happened to him and he has accepted his fate. He then asked me to sing a song for him which I did, after which he proceeded to tell me how he died and complained that they did not have to do that to him. Who ever killed him gave him eight shots in the stomach, and he said he thought that the shots would have been painful but they burned instead. I told him to leave when he attempted to let me feel what he felt, and he left. I laid there for about ten minutes, then I called my sister, when she answered the phone, I told her to wake the baby father and when HE came on the phone I told him what happened, he in turned put Bloody’s baby’s mother on a conference call and I told her what happened, she began to cry and confirmed the shots that were fired outside the wake, the two songs sung at the wake among other things. She assured me that she would tell his mother of his wish to be buried underneath a coconut tree in Jamaica, and this was something that she said he use to say when he was alive. She thanked me and I hung up and went back to sleep.
Just as we need help in times of trouble and we get the help from unexpected sources in the physical realm so do they, “The Others” need our help sometimes. Below is one of the many stories of my life that I Obara Meji will share with you.
I was born in Kingston Jamaica and grew up with both my parents along with my sisters. We were all taught values and good moral standards like to always say please and thank you, to get up when we were on the bus and offer the elderly a seat or the disabled or a pregnant mother, to never disrespect an elder and to share what ever little we had. I must say that most of these teachings came from our mother who was a very strong independent woman but who had the most kindness and generous heart. I cannot speak for my sisters but I have taken a lot of my mothers teachings and have even passed them on to my own children. I live my life caring about people and having empathy to those who are less fortunate than me. I have done a lot in my life to assist many of those who have been in need of assistance from feeding to housing to clothing etc, and I must tell you that if I have helped a hundred people only two have told me thanks. The father of my children use to complain to his mother about me that I would cook and he would see plates of food going through the door to all kinds of people, and when the mother asked me about it because apparently her son was upset that I was so kind, I was shocked that they saw something wrong with that. Apparently he could not deal with my generous ways so eventually we parted and I was left on my own with four children one who had just been born, along with bills that he refused to help me with. Resulting in me my losing my business which was a Hair Salon. I had no help or no one to turn to but miraculously I managed to feed my children and kept a roof over our heads.
There was a friend who sympathized with me who lived all the way in Texas, she had lived with me when she just came from Jamaica and was one who had never forgotten my kindness. With the problems mounting up on me daily she was some one I would cry and pray with on the phone, through our prayerful conversations she introduced her friend to me and soon we all would be on the phone at nights praying constantly. The newly introduced friend promised to come see me when she came to New York and sure enough she did bringing with her another friend and before they left my house they both gave me enough money to clear my bills with a little left over. It was these two women that eventually built me another Hair Salon and helped me tremendously, all this came from the one who was thankful from a good deed that I had done, that I was introduced to these women who at the time were God sent. I urge every one to be the best that you can be, and to do good deeds not to be praised by man but to build you blessings. There is something out in the universe that will reward you for whatever you put out good or bad. Choose your actions well.
Whoever says “let’s fight” does not know who will be victorious….Yoruba proverb.