Yesterday, I laid on my bed by myself in my room and heard music in my ears, a song which I had heard sometime ago while visiting Jamaica. As it played, I sang along with it, which at first made me happy as I sang along, but then my eyes grew misty. Somewhere deep within me, I felt as if I was being serenaded to. I knew I was being serenaded to. This was not the first time this happened to me. It had happened before, ever since I was a little girl, I can remember sitting , standing or laying by myself and songs from out of nowhere would pop right into my head, some I did not even know. This particular one which played yesterday, made me misty eyed because a few years ago I visited Jamaica, I had spent five weeks there and had gone to Portland the day before I was to leave the Island to do a Ritual at a river there. At 5 am in the morning while I slept, I awoke to what I thought at first to be people blasting music, so I jumped up from my sleep, thinking “what the heck?“.
As I sat up, slightly dazed, I realized that the song was not being played here on the physical realm, it was being played from another realm within time and space, it was being played for me. I listened hard to catch the lyrics as I had already identified the melody. So I sat back on my pillows, and gazed out the window of my bedroom, inhaling the fresh morning breeze even though the Sun hadn’t made her Grand appearance as Yet, informing us that it was a new day, this was in the country,we were surrounded by bush and the beautiful blue Ocean, whose waves could be heard throughout the night soothingly hitting the shore. On this morning the noise of the waves was drowned out by the sweet melodious voice of the man singing the song and its melody, which by now I had began to hum because I recognized it.
The song was, Wonderful Wonderful by Johnny Mathis. Once I had recognized it, it took me back to a time in Jamaica, when these wonderful music were played on the radio in the afternoons on Sundays. While some people had gone to church, some had the traditional rice and peas on fire, children were getting their hair washed and twisted into chiney bumps, people washing in the back yard while others were out selling fruits, men hanging out next door to us smoking ganja. In Jamaica, while I lived there, people ate lots of fruits on Sundays, this was the day to eat fruits, my favorite then was ripe bananas. While all of this was happening, the radios of almost everyone in our neighborhood was blasting and we could hear the voices of Sam Cooke, Johnny Cash, Dolly Parton, Al Green, Patsy Cline, Conway Twitty, Diana Ross, Earth, Wind and Fire, Johnny Mathis to name a few. The radio disc jockeys had a thing for throw back music of a certain or any era, and playing them filled the atmosphere with warmth as almost everyone in the neighborhood sang along while doing their chores. I remember sucking on my ever faithful thumb, while my sisters washed and combed my hair, after they and the neighbors had chased me up and down the streets, trying to catch me, as was the ritual every Sunday morning to wash my hair. Three people would hold my squirming body over the cistern, it as a challenge to wash my hair. Those memories are still very vivid in my mind and are the most precious to me, even to this day.
On that day in Jamaica, when I had woken up to the song playing in my ear, and as I quietly gazed out into the nothingness of the morning, my misty eyes turned into silent tears, as it is doing now as I am typing this post. The song and the lyrics, (I had researched it on the internet, when I got back to the States), made me feel loved. I felt that something way out there, deep within the Universe, far beyond my reach and knowledge, knew me and loved me, and it wanted me to know. I had visited Jamaica and was about to leave, and they knew that this was my last morning there and so they serenaded me with lyrics which not only told me of their love, but also brought back loving memories and nostalgic feelings of a time which meant so much to me. The song may have been even the Spirit of the Island, who knew of my love and passion and deep respect for it, wanting me to know that it was happy I had returned and was sad to see me go, so it serenaded me in recognition of its daughter, who had returned home. Whatever the reasons, I left Jamaica that day in tears. The song stayed with me for two weeks, playing in my head day and night, and it was pleasing to my soul.
So yesterday the same music came to me and all those memories came rushing back in, and as with everything in my life, here I am sharing it with you. Often times Spirit speaks to you in songs. You must pay attention to the songs you hear repeatedly. Because of our busy days through work or family, we are not slowed down enough to hear from our higher self. We are too busy to hear from deep within or from way beyond. Your message can come through a song, listen up, listen up! Pay attention! Try to hear your song. When I first began my work, I was taught by my teachers from another realm that when I was to divine for somebody I should listen to the song they brought with them and that would tell me who they were and all about them. I remember one guy coming to me, Jamaican guy, as handsome as they came, but what we in Jamaica would call a “Bad man”. I knew nothing about him, except that his girlfriend had sent him to me for a reading and he came. As he walked in I heard a song, the song which came with him was a reggae song which said…“Walking down the road with a pistol in your waist Johnny yuh too bad, one of these days when yuh hear a voice say come, where you gonna run to” and Rudie nuh fear no bwoy!
I looked at him and said, “Yuh ah bad man“, he looked at me with his much too handsome face and said, “Mi can tek care ah miself”. We became great friends after that and he never left me out, until the day came and I warned him about his death, I have written about him before David and David part 2. When Peanuts death was predicted, Walking on the left, the song that came was I’ll fly away, you know the one, that Puff daddy and Faith did after Biggie Smalls died which goes, Some glad morning when my work is over I will fly away!. When I was becoming awake, the spirits use to sing, Jesus loves me this I know, for the bible tells me so. It was fitting then, because I was born into Christianity. This song was comforting to me, because my awakening was very frightening.
Music connects us all to the divine, all Spiritual and Traditional houses, Temples and Churches use music as a connection to what is unseen and unknown. Music raises the vibration and is so high on the spiritual scale of hierarchy that Angels and Devils alike respond to it in seconds as it plays. Music, Songs, Tunes, Fine Melodies, carries us away into a world, into a world of imagination, where we become whoever we want to be. It resides on the realm of Inspiration, which is a realm so close to God. Music is Gods universal language. Isn’t it amazing that we do not have to understand another persons language to be able to enjoy, appreciate and dance to their music? Music speaks to the heart, it soothes the mind and it gives us messages. It is total Oneness, It is! Music has a heart which connects with our hearts, when we hear it, how great to say you love someone with a song. After Peanut died he came back and gave a message to his girlfriend through me, acting as a medium, the message was a song by Back Street Boys, Show Me The Meaning Of Being Lonely, there is a line in this song which says, Tell me why I can’t be there where are, there is something missing in my heart, when she heard the song, the woman cried for days. Peanut had come back and sang a song to her using my body, my voice, a song I did not even know.
Pay attention to the messages given to you in song. This a a way your ancestors, your guides, your spiritual family, God communicates with you. Singers, songwriters, musicians on a whole, composers, even if someone knock two dutch pot covers to make music, or blow into a bottle or play the triangle with a stick, they all operate from the realm of Inspiration, making these extraordinary people, extremely high in the realms of spirit. It is no wonder that many singers die young. The earths frequency is too low for them to live and so for many of them to cope, many turn to drugs. Living in a world on non-reality, to help them survive.
Play music in your homes, cars or wherever you can, sing to your children and encourage them to sing with you. Teach your children or family members that if they hear a song in their head once too often tell you about, so that you may then examine the lyrics and see if someone out there has a message for you or your children or family. Sing, dance or hum when you are cleaning and cooking like my mama use to do, which I do now, having learned it from her. Remember that Music and Spirituality goes hand in hand together. As a seeker of wisdom, you yearn for truth and psychic development, music assists you and leads the way. When you meditate, it is often done in silence which is music all on its own, but I Obara Meji, meditate with sound, and I find that it sends me far, so far, that it seems to me that I have traveled time. Try it, you will be surprise, use Chinese instrumental music or music which mimics the sound of nature..I could go on and on about music, but I will force myself to stop here, and maybe we can have a fruitful discussion on this beautiful topic.
Gbogbo èèyàn oníwà tùtù kọ́ lonínúure. /
It’s not everyone with a quiet disposition that is kind-natured.,,,Yoruba Proverb!
[Appearance can be deceptive.]