PAY ATTENTION TO YOUR DREAMS AND THAT OF YOUR CHILDREN

My spiritual awakening began at a very young age in Jamaica. My mother had her last baby, (she also turned out to be horrible, as a matter of fact the worst) while I was still very young. The young baby was always sick, always crying and as a child I would see my parents distressed over her sickness, I never knew what it was but it kept my parents up at nights and my mother constantly at the hospital with the child.

I worried seeing my parents so distressed and of course being so young no one explained anything to me, Jamaican parents believe that children should be seen and not heard, this is not true we SHOULD listen to our children, they are clean and innocent and often times good messages or warnings comes through them from the realm of spirits. I silently sucked my thumb and worried for my parents and the new baby.

One night I went to sleep and I had a dream, in my dream I saw myself , my mom and the baby playing in my mothers room, we were happy in the dream and I felt good, my mom placed the baby on the bed and we continued to dance around in the dream, then I saw the baby staring at something down the passage leading to my room, I tugged at my moms dress and pointed to the baby staring and my mother took the baby up from the bed, held my hand and we went down the passage to my room. When we got to my room we saw two people dressed in full white  at my dresser, one was sitting down, a very black man with red eyes who upon seeing us sneered at us  and another who was just a fluff of white standing over his shoulder.

My mother shouted that it was a ghost (she bawl out “Jesus Christ ah duppy”, lol) and she grabbed my hand and ran but the sneering ghost held onto my hands and I jumped up in a fright and ran to my parents room, shouting to my mom that I was afraid of my dream, but they both shushed me and yelled at me to sit down. They were already up with the screaming baby, rashes all over her skin, it was three in the morning (this is an important time, with what was going on) and both my parents held their child in their hands and cried as she cried, not knowing what to do and unaware that I sat there with the answer to what was happening to the child. As it turns out, the visits to the doctor were not the way to go for the child and it was suggested to my mother to bring the child “out”, to a healer or seer after my mother shared my dream with a friend who understood the message given to me. My mother was given medicine from the healer and the child got better and is now a grown woman, a shrew, a devil  and a Jezebel  rolled up in one , but that is beside the point, lol.

The explanation I heard my mother telling her friend Miss Ruth, was that the healer (which they call mother woman in Jamaica) told her that it was the dead father of one of my older sisters who was bothering the baby because he felt that his child was being ignored for the new baby.  This was true because I was aware that  the sister would sit alone cry and complain that our mother did not love her, she only loved the new baby and me and it was because she was not my fathers child. To this day this girl still hold that resentment, it manifested into hatred toward me and she used everything that she had to destroy the relationship between me and my parents and it worked. My mother told Miss Ruth that my sister’s father told the healer that he would take away the baby to the spirit world so that my mother would not be distracted from his child.

What the mother woman told my mother made sense to her, she told miss Ruth because there was one Sunday when she was cooking and my older sister who lived on her own came to visit, my mother was in the kitchen and the baby was on the bed sleeping, my sister said she could see the baby laying on the bed through the translucent doors and my father was sleeping beside her and so she banged the door hard in hopes of waking my father up so he could open the door but he never moved, frustrated, my sister went to the back of the house where she saw my mother and complained that my father wouldn’t open the door for her and he was on the bed with the baby wearing a green shirt, my mother shouted at her that my father was not home he went to a domino tournament and they both ran to the room and saw a crying, sweating baby and no one else. My mother was given medicines for the baby, things to wash her with and also to wash the house.

Pay attention to your visions and dreams, pay attention to what is happening around you, question the role of everyone in your life, try to understand and realize why certain things are the way they are. Pay attention to your children, they are older than you think, they may know more than you.

Tí ọ̀rọ̀ bá pẹ́, á dìtàn. /
When a matter tarries, it’ll eventually become history. Yoruba Proverb