May 26, 2014 Obara Meji 196Comment

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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. /


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[…] If I had been born a coward, (I wasn’t, mind you, I only said “if”) I was a coward no more. My strength and belief was tested and tried as I battled bigger enemies than the wicked baby father and his equally wicked women and family, or The wicked witch, and others that I have written about here over the years. My own God mother became one of my biggest enemies which resulted in her death eventually, (she went against what Ifa teaches). I was her charge, her spiritual child, yet she sought to kill me and for reasons known only to her (read here). […]

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Ended back up on this post. And God know every time I read it I just get sad up and more hopeless. Like you really can’t trust anybody?! All when your spirit tek them and you love them off, they still wicked to you.

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[…] (the Babalawo who took me to Africa), I did not listen and formed a friendship with the woman, read here. She had her plans for me, unbeknownst to me, (remember. my personality is not to look for the bad […]

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[…] the time when my Spiritual God  Mother did her evil to me by way of witchcraft, read my post Wicked People,  I sat home for almost two years not earning a thing. She had blocked all my doors with […]

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Howdy, howdy, howdy who dey yah??? Greetings, greetings, greetings…

Teaher a wey yu deh…

Maniac
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Nighty night Ty

Ty
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Well family, iam heading to bed…sweet dreams one and all…tomorrow we face another day with even more vigor, strength and love…night night

Ty
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Lol…serious, if you come a mi yard a night she approach you like she a check fi you Id…lol

Obara meji
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I’m here I just put up the new post

Ty
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Oh peeps, Brenda mi guard frog a mi front door back again, just see har…lol…u want see har too pose off like a queen…

Maniac
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Look ere nuh Ty, Nuh mek mi pop nup eena di nite yah. Whey yuh sey? Brenda returneth? grung to rawtid

Ty
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Yep Maniac, she return and boasy like what…

Obara meji
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Hahahahahahahahahaha

Maniac
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Last night shi dream har to and how shi did ah move by herself… Mi tell har sey when shi done mi gwine tell har fimi tory

MTH
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NuNu. Mainy, Ty mi neva si some a unno comments. Sorry yu hear! Ladies, I can tell unno dis, mi house used to be fairly clean. Since mi read sey spirit caan wuk inna dutty environment, memba mi told yu, mi house CLEAN. Plus mi start duh di water thing. Mi salt mi yard and ting, mi using mi uneven amount of limes, plus mi candles. Now mi about mi start use mi Florida Water. Different vibration inna mi house. Mi feel light. Mi a get some dreams. Now a days, mi get the dreams den Obara posts always brings it together.

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Same here Mth wid di cleaning…and me have 2 young sons, so me haffi a clean like a maid…mi nuh get many dreams and mi nuh see no spirits, thank God, him n
Know how mi fraidy frailty…but fasting and praying a mi daily breath…

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Kakarawtid Obara!!!
Mi deh pon di fone wid di odda girl whey did work di case wid mi, an hear shi ah tell mi sey shi dream sey di ooman did ah try come offa di bed tuh!!!

Obara, sumn can goh soh??? Mi deh pon hold wid har

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Yes Obara put it up mek we all pray n fast. Now let me share my experience last night. Not sure if astral projecting or what, cause did think i was wake. Someone or something was floating in my hallway this morning. It was before the sun came up maybe btwn 3-4㏂. It was a figure in white im thinking a lady even though i couldnt see her face. The part of clothes i saw were a white slip or gown. I dont recall hearing anything only wondering why i didnt get up. Only now remembering i couldnt move. I opened n closed my eyes a couple times thinking i was dreaming but the figure still quietly floated. Im not sure what it meant just wanted to share…im need to add that pen n paper for these late night visits lol

MTH
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Teach, I’m down for the fast.

I just got home and I looked in the glass with water that I leave out daily with water, lo and behold a few ants were in there. I then saw that the ants were coming from the green candle, the one with the prosperity oil in there. Question: is that a good or bad sign?

MTH
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Just found out that Payless has navy blue shoes. So remember ladies to get favourable outcomes when doing interviews, remember to wear a blue shoes, pref. navy blue.

Ty
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Thank you… I am going to do a fast this week for the school, I explore that we all put in prayer this week…

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Obara i pray for u to have the spiritual school for this reason n many more. I am still a babe n learning daily about my spirituality. However i know my spirit n it has never lead me astray. When talking with u n blogging with u i feel ur sincerity, love, compassion, humbleness, and honesty. I am not afraid when sharing with yu, i dont feel any negative energy only a light energy. Sum teachers will see what we cant about our selves n try to destroy before we learn of it. This is what this ooman tried on yu…thank God for ur innocence. Now let me read the comments

Obara meji
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Àṣẹ Kia, thank you

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Yes the time it burns is important, a slow candle doesn’t necessarily mean that your petition will take long to answer it may mean the spirit who is working it works slow like saint Anne a fast candle is certainly rapid response

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Woiee, teach mi deh. I have the big 7 day candles. Its burning clean. I threw some prosperity oil in the green one and lit. Now if/when my bottle breaks I won’t be afraid.

One question, when u light the candle, do u write down your request? If you write it down, when/how do u destroy the paper?

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Ty ppl a buy candle an shame. Di way mi bare face, mi wudden shame fi whip out my credit card. At the end of the day, mi waan know I did everything I could.

Ty
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Mi nuh blame you…it is great to have a site like this where we can talk openly and honestly…

Mek a mek you laugh…so when mi did start light candles, mi used to only use di seven day candles in a glass…den one day mi go fi do mi taxes, mi accountant had her candle burning in a glass in a bowl a water…mi fraid fi ask, so mi just lock mi mouth…bout a week later mi a do mi tin and light a candle in a glass…a few hours after mi light it…mi hear a loud noise like an explosion… When mi go look di candle explode…no fire or anything…a did fraid…

Ty
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Ova Tasso inna di great USA, dem have many store front when say psychic $10readings, walk in welcome..

Ty
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Mi yet fi see we in jamaica, have it out in the open so…

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Ty, yu si ads on tv bout get your readings. Saturday when I was in March’s the had a listing, so I was reading, di mi hear mi daughter start read out di list …John the conqueror, and a suh shi a gwan.

Wey night mi a guh a mi bed and she said mom you forget you water. Mi a guh teach har bout dem tings yah.

Ty
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We are a broken people, teach her…she will in turn teach you too…plus dem ya nowadays kids ketch things quicker than we…also you want her to learn from you not from some crook out deh…

Ty
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Also you see how dem picnic at the gravesite of the dead soldiers at Arlington cemetery fi Memorial Day?

Ty
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Obara you see how dem put di heap a flowers inna di sea and rivers today for the soldiers that died…to celebrate Memorial Day?

Ty
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Inna my mind mi think a which man a go smell dat and find it attractive…mi sinus start drain and clear how it did traaang..

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Ty, mi glad yu did hear bout return to sender. Heheheheh! If a laugh a piss! Dem know bout but only waan share bits and pieces.

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Yep Mth, mi did feel cheated…cause most a dem know and do dem things…the unfounded shame is a legacy of slavery and forced religion…

When mi come a America and see how people openly talk and do dem tings, mi nearly kin over…

Eg you go inna di Asian shop fi do you nails, and as soon as you step in, the incense lick you, then pon di ground you see dem altar wid fruits and things for prosperity…

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Alright one more story before mi bore unno…I was doing another class in anatomy and we were working wid dead bodies, cutting up and studying body parts…we were in a room that the lighting was based on motion…so after you stay still too long the light turn off…only we did not know…so about 5 of us were studying for a final exam in the wee hours of the morning…we each stand at a station with a body and had been going for hours…then brapppsss…di light go out…a bare screaming…everybody start scatter and look fi di light switch, as soon as we start move round the light come on…when we run downstairs and tell the guard him laugh after we and tell we bout the motion detection lights…lol

MTH
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How dead smaddy fi fawt Ty?

Ty
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They do it all the time…there is gas build up and the longer the dead, more gas…she was my first experience wid dat…

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Good for you Obara, to let go is REAL strength and a gift!

Ty
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Alright mek you give one of my dead body story…unno going to laugh…so mi nuh fraid a dead body, never have been…only fraid a spirit…lol

Anyway mi did a do some work at a morgue at a hospital fi a class… I assisted with autopsy…now dem did have this 300+ pound black woman that was bout 4 feet tall that was found dead in her apartment…a policeman, and attorney and the autopsy team, including me was there…now the morgue is in the basement and is only one entrance from the elevator in and out… After we do the head part the policeman faint and had to be taken out…then we had to do the chest and then turn her over… Now true she did inna di apartment fi several days she swell up bad and stink…it took all a we fi turn her…you see when we turn di lady…she let go a loud rass fart…when mi seh we all scatter…we drop di lady and everybody run…mek a tell you not even Bolt could a ketch me… Den you want see all a we a push fi go out a di one entrance…lol…May she rest in peace, she helped in my education…

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Ok. Getting a better understanding. One more question teacher, eating specific food invites the others to dine with you? eg I have always heard that if you cook white rice at night, you are inviting them. Also eating peppers make them afraid of you.

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Only men can be Babalawo?

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Obara I gather that your husband is stronger than her. Do you have ranks in Spirituality. I am just awaking hence all the questions. May God bless your husband.

Iam not feeling very stupid at some of the things I was taught. I was thought once you suspect that Ju-Ju has entered your life allyou had to do is say back to the sender and somehow it would be lifted *yeah right*

Obara meji
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Ty dem cyaa fool mi dem know bout

Ty
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@ Mth, same such dem did tell me a church bout retrurn to sender, Nine times nine…but dem figet fi tell all di other things you haffi do…

MTH
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Maniac no need to apologise. I love reading the stories. This is our platform where we vent, laugh, teach. Teacher, doe mi right?

Maniac I gwine leggo some Florida Water pan me and the little lata yu si.

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Lol. Thank you MTH
Some time mi affi cut cut dem up, nuh waa oonu get bored

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Sorry fi di epistle

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Hey Obara,
I know I told you about this dream this morning, but let me share on the site for the benefit of all… I had a patient who died recently; When I went to work (I knew it was my final shift there – matter of fact, she was a tough cookie), I took with me a bottle of Florida water as I had read on here that it keeps the spirits away, and of course I called and asked Obara…I made sure to wet my head and parts of my body with it…cause oonu know mi fraid ah dem odda one and I could FEEL their spirits in that house!!! While taking care of her, I would pray with her, rub her head, her hands etc and tell her that she will be ok.

Early this morning I dreamt that I saw her in her room talking to her grandson-in-law (who btw, I think was the biggest asshole if there ever was one) and he was crying in her lap. In my dream she was talking to me and was trying her utmost best to get off the bed (this was one of the things she had kept saying she wanted to do, but I knew she couldn’t). Now ppl approx. 1 week before she died, when I went in to check on her, I saw her hands clasped like she was praying and asked her if that was what she was doing; I didn’t really hear her response as by this time her voice was barely audible, but it sounded like something between ‘Hail Mary’ and the ‘Lord’s prayer’… being that I also went to Catholic school and knew both, (she catholic btw) I said both with her…

In the dream, I saw her hands clasped just the way it was that afternoon and could hear the ‘Hail Mary’ loud and clear and then she said my name and said ‘Thank you for taking very good care of me’… I said to her ‘I didn’t know that you knew my name’ and she replied, ‘Hah, I heard and I remembered; Thank you again’… I really felt good about that cause it shows that she appreciated what I did for her. Obara could it be that she really came to me? Them ppl is Italian/White, so is it possible?

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May God bless you Maniac for helping her…May she rest in peace…Florida water good fi use as Maniac did, if you no have that, white rum can use…mi haffi work wid di dead sometimes…always tell them to go in peace, follow the light, not to fight, and feel Gods love…then say any prayer you wish…

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Just seeing your response Ty…. Thank you for that

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Teacher, in the post you said ‘it seemed as if she blocked every door of prosperity’. Without giving away anything, can one recognize that the door to their prosperity has been blocked and do something about it (other than the candles), is there anything else can you share?

Obara it is obvious that this God Mother was not a nice lady. You always say what can be seen can be changed. Is it possible that prayers/scarifices can be done to spare the baby of what we know as Karma.

Also, personally, my father had a lot of women and fathered children (a pair of twin girls) with 1 lady that I know of and he didnt accept paternity. Now, I recently made contact with 1 of the twins. The story that I am told that he told/did to her during her pergnancy is the same thing my daughter’s father said/did to me during my pregnancy (nothing pretty).

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Bwoy, mi a tell yu, bad mine wuss dan obeah. Seet dey, shi mek bad mine mek shi dead. Obara when I went to get the candles, I saw Florida water and bought it. No clue how and when to use it.

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Teacher, based on your post:

1. How could your God Mother not see the ramifications of her against you?

2. What is the significance of all her skin leaving her body

3. She sent Ju-Ju for you while you were on her compound. How is she doing good and bad work at the same time? Isnt it possible that the Ju-Ju could have hit her baby?

4. What is Florida Water?

Ty
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Lol…mi have some licky licky cousin…if dem see you inna a shoes, mi wear size 6, dem wear 9… Hear dem, beg you lef dah shoes deh wid me…you haffi shake you head…mark you mi nuh see dem from me a teenager…lol

Obara meji
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Like gall

Obara meji
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Correk M

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Lolol mainyyyyyy! Ty floor mi wid jerk chicken ah Alaska

MTH
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Ty yu a di bess.

Ty
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Lol…serious, an mi hear it good too…never been to Alaska but by Gods grace I want to go to see aurora borealis…

Ty
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Cuba and panama if me…di first spirit I saw as a child was my great grant aunt brunita…she lived in panama and travelled to ja once a year…I used to play marbles with her…lol…when mi describe her my grandparents knew it was her…

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Exactly!!!!! Wish dem wudda give it to mi instead

Maniac
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OMG Obara, so sad… I feel for your father

I wonder why people love di dirty obeah so much. What does it profit them? and then dem is the same ones who always complaining that they have no money

Ty
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Me too..I feel it if you father…love is love…my great grandmother on my father side had a sick foot too, from diabetes…

Obara meji
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Dem find de money doe

Obara meji
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De wicked ole gal sista full ah jealousy so till if she si yuh qid supen and cyaan get or feel shame fi beg it she walk and criticize it bad mine ole bag

Ty
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A suh dem stay…dem end a guh bitter

Maniac
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No sah, oonu bad nuh banana trash pon yah!!!
Ty, mi memba when mi did young too, mi dream bout dis ooman… describe har to mi father, who then told me that it was his mother that I saw… now mark you, I never met this woman, never saw a picture of her before, as she died when my father was still a child

Another time he told me that she came to him in a dream and told him ‘go look after di pickney, caw mi tired now’… so I know that it was her who was protecting me for a lonnnnggg time… Mi tell oonu sey yuh hab some real wicked people ah world sah

Ty
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Exactly she was a fraud…but mi poor mother did desperate…she would mek a blind man tell her red spell reed…my grandfather was just doing to make my mother see her for the fraud she was…

Ty
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Mi love di whole a unno even di peepers…

Unno know mi haffi give unno a joke…suh when mi did young dem used to send obeah left right and center pon mi…my mother tried all kinda things…now I know that it was my powerful ancestors that were blocking the obeah and helping me…

There was this reader woman that was taking my mothers desperation to her full advantage…my grandfather knew, but for some reason my mother kept believing this woman…anyway, I was to go to get a read from her, she wanted to charge my mother twice…my grandfather knew and was skillful at accessing people’s mind…so him tell me when she start har reading start think about 10 billion things…as one thought come suh change to another…he said he would be at home accessing her too so not to be afraid…so when mi go, as she start a do everything he told me plus said the incantation he taught me…di woman could not read, she cuss out me and mi mother and we never say her again

Ty
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My mother had me when she was in her teens, her sister got pregnant in their teens…my own grandmother, di same wicked one, tell me lickle 6 year old Pinckney seh mi ago breed up young just like mi mother…fi har curse never ketch doh…so the power of the mind…

Obara meji
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Thanks NuNu

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Good hearted family

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She aguh pay fi how ahi treat you, or perhaps her treatment of you contributed to you success and how you treat people now in benevolence, bitch that’s she was was maybe for your own good! High spiritual people usual do not have good hearted fily, that is a fact

MTH
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Thanks Ty. MI did a pun dung one which bwalling cause mi hawt full. The likkle young man from work (him dey pan vacation, call mi an ask miif mi wudda guh di movies him tomorrow). Yu know how long mi nuh guh movies.

Obara, weyday when mi haffi rush mi daughta and mi did a cry cause mi did feel unappreciated and the my dead sister-in-law visit mi. Wey day mi did a cry cause mi cuddensen mi daughta pan trip and teacha sey dem woulda carry har fi free. Today when mi start bwal because a memories of the wicked fren, braps a one fren dat step in fi carry mi out. Now Obara, in recent times mi a mek a direct corelation dass when mi pain an mi bwal from deep dowm mi always get something fi comfort mi. Now going forward, mi naah fear nuh set back. God a God. Ty, light up a purple candle deh fi mi an sen up some prayer of thanks giving.

Mi naah lie, fi feel nice and special pan dah blog yah.

Ty
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Mi always a pray, and so one candle dun, mi light another so no prob sweetie…May your future tears be those of joy and thanksgiving…Selah

NuNu
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Yuh know a same thing mi seh, I’m new to this blog but something over here comforting bad. I don’t know any of u personally but as wi would say in JA mi spirit tek unoo, lol

Vanessa
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Vanessa

I was wondering what happened to the post last night. thank you ms. Obara.

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Which post Vanessa

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And love and appreciated MTH , because you are

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