I hesitated to write this post because it opens up my life and brings back memories which I had let go many moons ago, or chose to forget. When I created this blog it was for the purpose of truthfully sharing some of the experiences of my incredible life so that others may use my own experiences to understand theirs or learn something in what I shared. Yes, my life is incredible. I saw someone interview Oprah Winfrey and made a remark about her incredible life, and I thought if they only knew mine. Of course Oprah’s life is incredible by way of her work, her earnings, people who she has met in her life time, her travels and the fabulosity (if that’s a word) of it all. Mine on the other hand is based on my own experiences, from a little girl born in Jamaica, whose life is like no other that I have ever met. I have been to realms within the spiritual universe and have met spirits, and entities who have taught me and have helped me develop my spiritual gifts.
I have had experiences such as surgery performed on me by spiritual doctors from another realm, read Doctors From The Realms Operated On Me After 9/11 , I have been taught astral projections by non-physical beings who came at nights to teach me these things, and also teach me how to use so many different oracles to divine with, I have been taught by them the many uses of herbs and things from nature to assist human beings here on this earth realm, I have met the Christ and other beings some shrouded in darkness and others in light, I have been initiated into the Ifa/Orisha traditional practice and been privy to extended knowledge there, I am a medium, a spiritualist, a traditionalist, a metaphysical teacher,… lawyer Doctor, Indian and chief, lol,…. ok so maybe not lawyer, Doctor Indian, Chief, but I have been blessed with much knowledge and have met some very interesting people because of who I am.
All my knowledge came to me mostly from non-physical beings, spirits who do not live on this realm. Ok, pull up de brakes deh fi ah moment…Is wha dah ooman here really talking about, is she mad??…I would have said or thought the same thing long ago, because a bigger doubtful Thomas than me does not exist, and there has been many times when I have even questioned my own sanity…but the mad house is filled with many highly spiritual persons, operating on such a high frequency that we, who are supposed to be sane cannot understand them. They are here in this physical world but they operate from a world beyond our imagination, a world which our lowly minds and its human limitations can never understand, and so we lock them up and medicate them and call them crazy. The people that I mention here were just players in my life, written in my life’s plan by me to help me find my path on this earth realm. My physical feelings for them and the roles they played in my life is neither here or there, what came out from their deception , jealousy and hatred is what really matters, because it helped mold me into who I am, and I am proud of me. Please read this post with clarity and understand that I wrote this so that others who may have gone through or is going through or may know people who are in situations such as posted here, that there are reasons for everything. Nothing happens by chance, and everything comes when it must. God is no fool!
While I was going through my spiritual awakening I thought at first that I was losing my mind. Growing up I had always felt slightly disconnected from myself, just a little. What I mean by this is that it seemed as if I was going through the motions of life while expecting reality to jump in at any moment and stare me in my face, and say BOO!!,,lol. Reality??..well that was how it seemed..not at the time, but now as I look back with how I dealt with the changes that I went through. Although I loved people and I considered myself social, I had no friends. In school I would try to make friends but it never worked out, so books became my friend. I lost myself in romance novels and would come home from school, do my homework and chores, run errands for my mom if needed and finally settle with a good harlequin book, shutting everybody out. School was easy for me, learning was not hard at all, as a mater of fact I was bored with school but I attended all my classes, did my homework and was respectful to all my teachers. There came a time when my mother challenged me, she charged into my room one evening while I was nestled comfortably in my bed between my pillows lost in my novel. She shouted at me that I was weird, and pointed out that it was summer, normal children were outside with their mates playing and having fun but yet there I was with a book!..”why don’t you have friends!”, she yelled “are you mad?!”, as in crazy she meant, which hurt me a lot and after a while even I began to wonder. When she left my room, I sat up in my bed, sad and shocked at her outburst at me, confused and turned off from reading my book, almost ashamed but not understanding why. I began to wonder about myself and what she said about me having no friends and being locked up in my room reading, I did not see anything wrong with it, but was I wrong?, was it like she said? was something wrong with me, I fell quickly into depression, and would cry for days, I earnestly tried to make friends after that. (also for a while, I was aware that my horrible sisters criticized me behind my back in the same way) my mother to this day does not know it, but it was what she did on that day that led me to become a teenage mom, cyaa badda explain..but I had my first child while in High school. I was ashamed at first, but I never regretted my little girl!
I have often wondered why I chose the family I was born into, why were they this way. I was different from them. My mother taught us to be compassionate and to always be kind to people, and she had a saying that if we saw an enemy on the street and they ask for help, we should assist them if we could. Yet she was mean to me and pampered my sisters, (lawd, when I read back what I wrote, that she was mean to me, I feel sad about broadcasting this because no matter what I love the lady). They in turn used her love for them against me in every way. It was not always that my mother was like that toward me, but after she had her last baby all her focus was on the child. My older sister saw that and worked on my mother’s mind against me, and as the younger one grew she joined in and even became the worst. I am not saying that my mother was a bad person, no not at all, this post is not about that at all, but I want you readers to be able to understand why somethings happen in life which affects us from an early age and we know not the reason why. I didn’t!.
I had no idea of why I was born or how my life would turn out. I just knew that I did not fit in with my family and my sisters including the youngest one were like the ones in the Cinderella story. It almost felt like I was Cinderella, lol, but there was no prince for me, and the ball never ended. As I grew up, and my life began to take shape and I discovered that God had gifted me some unusual talent/gifts which my family became aware of, and with the talent which developed within me, I assisted them all in all areas of their lives and helped them. Of who I became and my gifts they respected or did they? can never be too sure of them, but it did not change them or their attitude toward me when they thought they did not need me any more or for a moment. The only time, they were nice was when they needed help or something that I had, this never lasted very long. At first this use to hurt me, but now I have come to realize that it is because of their actions why I am who I am. It is because of how they treated me that led me on my path. Please read Enlightenment/How It Begins
During those years of feeling unloved and neglected by my family, taught me how to think for myself, make decisions and most importantly it made me pay attention to me. What I mean by this is that I developed a certain curiosity of the unknown, of my purpose here and I pondered the question of why did God create not only me but human beings. I began to become fascinated with the occult. I would spend hours in the library reading every and anything, trying to keep my mind from my unhappiness. I wanted to know God and more about him or her or it. Their treatment of me, sent me into prayer and meditation daily, and while I did not know it at the time, my loneliness allowed for non physical beings to have access to me. They began to open up my spiritual hearing and I could hear things other people could not. At first I though that I was going mad, losing my mind, but after a while I realized that I was hearing from the other side. One day I will write a post of this experience, it was very frightening! Then the gift of spiritual sight came in, and I realized when I prayed I could see anything, with my spiritual eyes. I became aware of everything.. I became awake!!
Years ago I attended a misa (something like a séance) a very talented medium, we called him Padrino, he was a Cuban man, asked me during the session where is my father, I was a little uncomfortable at the question, because as a child he would beat me everyday and I did not want that brought up at the misa before all these people, but I had to answer because Padrino’s body was hosting a spirit called Zarabanda and it was Zarabanda who asked the question, so I answered that he was home, he proceeded to tell me that my father had a very long scar in the middle of his stomach, which was true, due to numerous operations he had because of an ulcer. Zarabanda continued that when I was born, my parents placed me in a blue crib, again this was true, he said one evening while I laid in my crib, a spirit with a machete came into the room with the intention to kill my father, (this was spiritually sent through witchcraft) the spirit saw me instead and fell in love with the child he saw there, so instead of striking my father with death, he struck him with an illness which resulted in the ulcer my father was plagued with while i was growing up, which took three operations for him to get better. Zarabanda said that the spirit had gotten paid for the job, so he had to do something, he just did not kill my dad on account of me. I was told that spirit has since become one of my messengers and I have confirmed it. I cried while being told this, because I was the stone that the builder refused. To hear that one of my purpose in this world was to save my dad’s life, a father with whom I had a strained relationship with was startling, to say the least. I would also hear this regarding my mother when I went to Africa to become initiated into Ifa.
I chose these set of people to be my blood relations on this realm, and when I came to them here it was not an easy road with them (and still is not, but I have released them), but wisdom has shown me why they were chosen. If I had not been the outcast, if I had been happy with these folks, I would have been too relaxed. I cannot say that I am hurt by how they were and still are to me, because I understand, and their treatment of me made me a great mother to my children, and I am happy to say that all my children love and look out and after each other to my delight. Life here on earth is like connecting the dots, not only family members will be there to guide your path (unbeknownst to them), but many people will also aid you on your journey, your children, husband, boyfriend, enemies etc. I know that had it been great growing up in that family, my personality would have been different and I would not have been able to find my true purpose in life, using what I have been taught to teach and help others here on this earth, if not for them I would not have become, I would never have become Obara Meji…
Ẹsẹ̀ gìrìgìrì nílé Ańjọ̀fẹ́, Ańjọ̀fẹ́ kú tán a ò rí ẹnìkan. /
The crowd teems into the home of a generous person (while he is alive), but after his death no one could be found…..Yoruba 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.