I dreamt that I saw David travelling on a fast-moving train, almost like the same way I had seen Peanut, except he was travelling like a Hobo. He was hitched under the bottom of the train hanging on for dear life bent into a fetal position, with the belly of the train acting like the womb. I woke up, It was a Saturday morning. Winter was fast approaching and there was a little snow outside although the temperature was not cold. I had not seen or heard of David for Two years, But I had heard dreadful stories about him from people who knew him. I heard that he had robbed his very rich girlfriend lots of money and although she wanted him back she was on a hunt for him, to get him back, she loved him, and there were men who wanted to hurt him, for their own reasons. I prayed for him, because the person that I knew was not who they spoke of. I refused to believe that he did the things that they accused him of. He was no thief! And my loyalty to him, (Loyalty is a quality that I treasure more than gold, it is an Aries trait, at least in most of us, I have met the opposite in some), stood unwavered.
I got up, still disturbed by that vision and called my personal cab driver to take me to buy a whole pie of pizza for my children. Time had changed since I had last seen David, and I was now living with a boyfriend. The car arrived and I went inside the front seat, the driver turned the key inside the ignition but the car would not start. I began to quarrel with him, he was used to it we were friends. Out of my peripheral view I saw someone inside my gate ringing my bell, and looking up unto my balcony. I was curious, so I stepped out of the vehicle to query from the person, of whom did he seek. As I asked the question, and he turned around, I saw that it was David! The car started right away. (The spirits had stalled the car so that I would not miss his visit). He gripped me into a bear hug and lifted me with joy and elation and I almost wept with the emotion of seeing my friend again. He paid the driver and ordered him away. He took me to buy the pizza and came back home with me, where he met my boyfriend, and they hit it off.
He explained that he had been travelling and was in Jamaica for most of the time that he was missing but his mind was always on me. He said that he had arrived into the country last night and had to see me first thing this morning. Which made sense to me, (hence the dream, showing me, him travelling, but why as a hobo?, we will soon find out). He said he wanted a reading, as usual that was the first order and so I consented to give it. We sat at my table and opened up my divining tool. What I saw shocked me and I looked at him squarely in the eyes and said, “David The death message has returned. You will die across the water, assassinated by two men, black cars will surround you”. I looked down on his fingers and saw that he had a peculiar looking ring and felt compelled to ask him what was that ring for. I knew, but I wanted him to say it. He told me that it was a ring given to him for protection. I discerned the ring and saw that inside contained fragments of human bones belonging to dead people. It was a guard ring! So I gently admonished him and said “did I not tell you that you are very close to the dead, they love you, therefore you should have nothing to do with the cemetery?, remove that ring and give it to me!“. I said in a very commanding voice! He refused, not verbally but slyly, however he promised to do so when he left.
He had a particular number that was assigned to him when he was born that some Occultist will know of what I speak if they read this post, that number is the same number of Jesus the Christ. The dead loves people with this number. The number is a sign of betrayal, people will betray persons with this numeric energy over them, also this number forbids you to go to funerals, wakes, dead yard or anything that has to do with death. He knew this because I told him years ago.
I stood up abruptly, determined to take care of him, and ordered him to take me to the farm where I would get what I needed to fight death that was coming for him. I could do that, I had done so many times before…read The Death Of disrespectful Molly! But he seemed relaxed and told me that he had to go but he would return the next day for my help. What could I do? fight him? I protested vehemently but again he sidestepped me with an excuse and gave me money and left. He called me everyday for two weeks and I and my guy urged him, begged him to come, he promised, but he never showed. I want to stop here for a minute to let you know, that many people called me searching for him , but in the interest of keeping my client’s business safe I denied even speaking to him. However when they, themselves asked for consultation, I would see through their own reading his death and I told them so.
I had gone upstate New York to do some Spiritual work for some people, the winter had set in fully and it was freezing. Upon my return, my boyfriend greeted me with a longing hug and so did the children. As I stepped into my apartment the phone rang and my heart sunk at the same time, because somehow I knew that I was about to receive very sad news. On the phone was someone who was very close to David, crying, gut wrechingly……“Obara Meji!…David Is dead!“….. I sat down heavily on a chair. Pain searing my heart. “What happened” ?, was what I heard myself ask, and the answer came, He had gone to Jamaica to attend a funeral of a friend. He had just looked at the friend inside the casket, (remember what I said about his Number that ruled him, we all have one), as he came outside, two men came up and shot him seven times, he was surrounded by black cars, ( remember the reading! he would die across the water surrounded by black cars). He died.
I saw David a year after he had crossed over, he came out of my en suite bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist freshly showered. I watched him dry his hair, and wondered to myself why was he here wasn’t he dead, plus it was funny to see him like that, because he was never my boyfriend. He must have heard my thoughts because he looked up at me and smiled, and I telepathically communicated with him and told him he was dead. He smiled and said that he was aware of what happened to him and he was ok , but he could not seem to get into his house in Jamaica. He then said,“Thank You Obara Meji, I know that you wanted to help me, but the people who I had wronged by taking their money, prayed against my name and God heard their prayer, God told them yes,”, and then he left. I saw him once more, but never again.
He had bitten the hand that fed him. The woman that he had stolen from, regardless of their tumultuous relationship did a lot for him. He committed an abomination when he robbed her. She petitioned with tears and prayers and other things that I will not mention, for fear of giving evil minds who might be reading this the key to kill Spiritually. Her petition was heard into the courts of the Universe and he was found guilty. This is real people!, It is real!!.
David My friend, I am happy that I do not get to see you often in my visions and dreams. This shows me that you have not remained tied to the earth, that you have gone on into the world of spirits to do your duty there to assist mankind. May you find comfort and peace wherever you now reside my lovely friend. I Obara Meji wrote this post in your memory. May continued light be with you always!!!
“Coward man keep sound bone”…..Old time Jamaican people Proverb.
Obara Meji is a spiritualist, Ifa-Orisa practitioner, and teacher of metaphysics. Since 2011 she has used her online platform to share her personal experiences to those seeking answers about spirituality. Her teachings will expand into short stories, novels, and public speaking to continue her mission of bringing enlightenment to the world.