I received my Osun in Lagos Nigeria many Years ago. I had looked long and hard for someone to take me there. Nigeria has a stigma attached to it, of scammers and what they call 419 people and this is true, so I was very cautious in finding someone to take me there. Padrino always told me that I had to put myself under a Spiritual house and I knew Orisha was the way for me. A Lucumi Priest had done a reading for me and had told me that I belonged to Yemoja, which in Africa is a River Deity but here in the West she is celebrated as a deity of the Ocean. I had doubts about that, because most of Yemoja’s children I had seen had enormous boobs, which seemed to beckon babies to come and dine. I am just being honest as to my thoughts then, however irrelevant it was to the truth at the time. Mr. Pierre, the Haitian Hougnan had done a ceremony for me, unbeknownst to me what he did, where he had me sit in a room and lit a plate with Florida water and passed it around me and shouted to something, I do not know what, “Your’e not coming!” , while he chanted incantations and pounded on certain parts of my body. He never told me what he did and I did not ask. I trusted him and so I accepted whatever he chose to do to me. Remember in one of my post I had written that he had asked me to spend three days at his house as to strengthen my brain and receive what he wanted to give me and in order for me to get it I had to spend three days with him, which I rejected, but kept on visiting him as my guide and mentor.
When I was on the hunt to find my way to Africa, I found no one to take me, so while praying and hoping , I was desperate to go, the time had come, I decided to go the Lucumi route, although I did not want to do so, being of African descent myself. I contacted a woman I knew who was Spanish and asked her to become my God mother, she said yes and proceeded to make the necessary arrangements. Even though I was not content with my decision, going the Lucumi route, I just wanted to do the initiation and get over with it. My daughter, although a young girl had a talk with me when I told her of my decision. They, my children knew of my journey and that I was a spiritualist who saw clients and helped people with their life’s problems, they always came with me when I performed rituals at the River, the Ocean or in the woods etc, and they always heard me plan to go to Africa for initiation as soon as I could save up the money to do so. My daughter told me, that I should not initiate under Lucumi, she said that I should wait, and God would make the way for me to go. I decided to listen to her, as it has always been my belief that even a child can lead the way.
I was later introduced to Jamaican Babalawo, who was to take me on my journey, I felt comfortable with him and because he was Jamaican I trusted him that he would look after me in a place which I was not familiar with and so far away from home and among people whose language I did not speak. Nigeria’s main Language is English, but I was going into Yoruba land and not everyone there knew English, to know English showed that you went to school, and not everybody did. I went to Africa and met who was to be my God mother she was pregnant at the time, tall, black and statuesque in full white she was called Osun L, I will not call her full name here. I instantly liked her and thought to myself that we would have a long standing relationship, as she was now my God mother, and I already began to plan for her baby to come, all the things I would buy and send for him, which I did. Jamaican people have a saying that “People at times will take your kindness for weakness“. It was on her shrine that Obara Meji was born. When I came home and inquired about Obara Meji which has over three thousand interpretations, one thing was disturbing to me, it said that Obara Mei would separate from their God parents. In my case I prayed that it did not apply to me because I had naively loved both of these people. I had considered the Jamaica man my God father, being that he took me to Africa and I had learned somethings about Orisha from him and her my Godmother because I was born again, through initiation on her shrine.
While I loved this woman and cared about her and her family, she did not feel the same for me. I did not know, however my spirit knew and told me in dreams and visions which I refused to accept. I visited Africa the next year upon her request even though my spirit cautioned me not to go, I was hard headed and I went, They were celebrating Isese day, which is the celebration held once per year in Nigeria, where they celebrate the Traditional way of life and practices. I was to be the speaker of an Orisha conference there. While in the conference, other Africans tried to warn me of the woman and her intentions toward me, but because she had warned me of not listening to them, and because of being warned not to trust Africans I did not listen. I stayed with the woman on her compound for one month while she worked Juju on me knowing what she was doing, but believing in my God and Osun and my Ifa along with my ancestors to protect me until it was time for me to go home. What she did not know was that I was not some young green girl who had no idea of spirituality. I was a worker of spirit before I had gone for initiation. This was my path,unlike her who was forced to take over her mothers work. You may be wondering why she did this, why was she working juju against me, and I would answer to you, I just did not know. The Jamaican Babalawo claimed it was because she knew the secret of Obara Meji, and she was jealous, but to me she had everything and I was very good to her. Before I met her, I prospered, God took care of me and my children. I was not rich but God gave me all I needed and we were ok. After my second visit to her, she did her evil and my prosperity halted. When I left Africa for the second time I told myself that I would cut all contacts with her, I would cut her off. I was onto her and even though it hurt me, I had to let her go, which I did.
Seven months after I came back to America, I received a call that the woman died. After I came back I struggled to keep my head above water, it seemed as if whatever she did blocked every door to prosperity. I kept true to my spirituality, never once blaming God or the Orishas or my ancestors for my plight. I endured and prayed earnestly to change my condition, because the very person who was to be my Spiritual mother had become my enemy, innocent as I was, and I was innocent of any wrong doing. She came after me like a vampire who had not eaten for months and had smelled blood which dripped from me. Before she died I saw her. One night I went to sleep, I saw her in heaven read My Traditional God Mother . I have written about here in several post, but I could not bring myself to write of the things she did to me in way of witchcraft. My heart was pure to her, while hers to me was not. She underestimated the spirit that I had within and thought to herself, that perhaps I was some fool from America who she could do with as she pleased. I on the other hand embraced her and her family and genuinely loved her as my Spiritual mother, My innocence defended me. My head fought for me. Osun was upset with her and her own body turned on her, her Kidneys failed her.
After she died, she visited me several times. I was shattered by her death, she had not yet reached fifty years old. She had a small baby, and three older children and a husband to whom she was his second wife, I was stumped, weak at the news! All that she did to me did not stop me from loving and caring for her, wow! I remembered that three days before she died I saw her in my dreams again, where I was with the Jamaican Babalawo and he told me to go visit her and I refused. He said I had to forgive her, so I went to her house and knocked on her door, she came out dressed in blue lace, which was surprising to me because like me she only wore white. As she opened the door, I stretched forth my right hand to her and offered her Three pegs of Garlic, which she smiled and accepted. I told the Jamaican Babalaow about the dream after she died and he said, “your spirit is so sweet, even though she was evil to you, your spirit went to help her”. The garlic was medicinal, garlic cures many things. At the time of her illness, I had no Idea she was sick I had left Nigeria that September, and she became Ill in December according to her children. They said she died before her shrine, not a inch of flesh on her body and she died crying. Obara Meji, my life’s plan told her of what I would amount to in life and this did not sit well with her, she was naturally viscous and wicked, and I pray Osun forgive me for describing her like this, but these are the memories she left with me. I also was an Initiate of Osun, and as I have told you all the time, Orisha stands for righteousness, so Osun would not have been pleased with her for wicked deeds to me. My children has been initiated, they have Osun like me and they have their Ifa, and their God mothers are lovely women who loves them like their own. Obara Meji said I would be separated from my God parents, but never once did I think it would be through death nor did I know that she would have treated me so.
I am a priestess of Osun, and as such I have people under my tutelage, people I am responsible for Spiritually, people who bare their all to me, people who trust me, like I had trust Padrino, Mr. Pierre and Mr.Mitchel, all Spiritual men who led me on my path, on my journey. I did not bother to recount the things I went through at her hands, they were too painful but whatever she did resulted in me struggling to survive financially. I thank Orunmila for helping me to remove the horrible spell she cast, sending it off into the universe never to come back again. We are all our brothers keeper, and if God has placed one of his children in your hand, you should love and care them as your own. Never take advantage of anybody. Treat people the way you would like to be treated, and always remember that the eyes of God is always watching. Padrino loved me like his own child, so did Mr. Mitchel, and so did Mr. Pierre. These men have crossed over and I call their names everyday. Wherever they are in the realm of spirit, they know I remember them and that I have never forgotten them, and they know how much I still love them. They cared me as their own, and this is how I care all who God has sent to me even if they are just passing through. Who knows, maybe one day someone who maybe reading this post, will given the gift of caring for someone Spiritually or otherwise, please take that role seriously. It is a gift for you to be handed such job, take pride in it. Remember, Love is the single most significant element of happiness!…Spread it!
Please know that I love all of you who take the time out to blog with me or even peep and read, there are times, when I wonder, where the hell am I going with this, I even wonder if I am doing the right thing by putting all my life’s experience out there. I don’t know the answers but God knows, the point of this blog is to share my experiences with you all, as to make your life a little easier by understanding things that I went through and how it may correlate with your own lives. Maybe you may have an “AH HA” moment, Maybe form me you may learn something, maybe something that I share from my life’s reservoir will make life just a little better for you, and if so then I have done some service to humanity. We must pass on Knowledge, and these are my life’s lesson!
Ibi asẹ bínú dé, tí ìkòkò ògì bá ṣe bẹ́ẹ̀ bínú ẹlẹ́kọ ò lè ríi dá. /
If the pot is as angry as the sieve, the pap seller won’t be able to sell…..Yoruba Proverb!
[Moderation is crucial]