June 3, 2014 Obara Meji 119Comment

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.]

 

 

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[…] read this beautiful post I wrote some time ago. Some spirits are messengers and protectors. They have no form or shape, no […]

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Reading back on the pervious comments made me laugh lool

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[…] there was a great celebration in the spiritual realm from where I came (who remembers this post? Here). I realized, after playing this song, what was happening and I would laughingly refer to my […]

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[…] of  a good time chilling and bugging out which is my favorite things to do, ( mi full ah vibes!). Read this, when I got back to America, I felt like paying a visit to one of my favorite metaphysical book […]

MTH
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Nunu it warms my heart everytime you mention about your brother. Tell him sey a lady on the blog sey hello…

NuNu
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NuNu

Mi seh obara mi deh pon a second hand teaching mode, what is the name of the deity for the sea is it yemoja? My brother trying to do so much so quickly but I told him it will take time plus he doesn’t have a lot of downtime.

Obara meji
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Obara meji

Yazzy yemoja means mother of fishes and she is present

Yazzy
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Yazzy

Thanks mommy o. I can’t wait for that post. I’m quite fascinated by all the mothers/deities and what they rule over.

Obara meji
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Obara meji

I don’t think so Yazzy but I will write one

Yazzy
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Yazzy

Thanks Obara. One day I need to seriously take notes on allllll the mothers of this earth and beyond so that I can appease them or at the very least acknowledge them. Is there such a post already sweetie?

NuNu
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NuNu

Morning everyone, Obara! Man U miss a day and so many posts are up. Gonna read now ans catch up. Hope all of you have a great day!

cas
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When I hear bob Marley it remind me of my grandfather. Just feel like he is with me when bob Marley start to play

Yazzy
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Yazzy

My sissy do up har FUS blog!!!! FUS comment RAEEEEEE!!!!! Welcome sissy!!!!
Mommy O, see yuh oda daughta ya a bus weh like baagy kite! 😀

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Cami

Another great one. Obara, if I hear ..fly away and Jesus loves me…I will know its my paternal grandmother or my grandaunt= her partner in “crime”. They use to have their night caps in the hall with me having a shot glass of red label (age 5-7) they would attempt to teach me my prayers and have me sing either of those 2 songs before hugging me off to bed.

We had a ‘changer’ (record player) and Jim Reeves (fly away singer) would play while they sipped and I learn the words…lol. The next song would be “hey fatty boom boom”…lol Ironic, I met the daughter and singer to “fatty boom boom” in my adult years.

Music is indeed a universal language that resonates throughout time.

** I have a low tolerance for alcohol. So they did me no harm; I was drinking dragon stout/ tip a white rum in me sunday carrot juice from me can hold me bottle…lol No child abuse in this case at all.

Studies shows that Italian children aren’t addicted because of early intro to alcohol.

Obara meji
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Obara meji

In Africa yemoja is a river deity in the west here she is in the ocean do you can call her anywhere osun pronunciation oshun is at the river

Yazzy
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Yazzy

Obara are all dieties and references to nature of a woman?? Cah yuh mention se “she is” …yuh know how we are se mother earth? Is another reference to woman. The power of the woman eee man!! So when we pray at the river she is present? Or must she be summoned? ? I like the name yemoja

Ty
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afternoon class, late but here…catching up…i miss you guys…dem a work mi like a slave today…

Yazzy
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Yazzy

Hey Cami, my granddaddy fed me dragon stout every Sunday and mi nuh alcoholic eeda… you’re so right, early introduction to it helps….

It seems everyone has history with the Jesus love me song. One of my fav…

Ty
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No worry Cami, my grandfather used to give mi white rum too…an nothing never wrong wid it…

kiabubblez
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kiabubblez

Raaaaaa chuneeeee dem time deh bare niceness ina dance hmmm memories

Obara meji
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Obara meji

Lawd maniac Captain barkey, wow how sad

Obara meji
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Obara meji

Cami hello, lol ah whey yuh dig up fatty boom boom, lol….not because you are big and fat but yuh favs hog inna deep distress…. Lmaooo

MTH
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Thanks Teach….Woieee, I had fun today going down memory lane.

Maniac
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Maniac

Zip 103 ,,. Beenie

MTH
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Mi know a you man…

MTH
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Hush Teach….Hol dah Capleton yah…Number 1 pan di look chart, hol up yu han Teacher cause a you mi a talk….

MTH
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Teach yu memba Risto Benji…Gimme mi di money, waan di moneee, 10 an 20 it haffi mad mi…Peeni, pawniee…mi have di Passport buddy fi di visa punee…RIP Risto Benji….

MTH
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A dis likkle girl har name is Maxine…Dem time deh Carlene, Ouch, Topless Crew use to run tings. Fada Fowl, Oney British…

MTH
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Mainy chune into Zip FM, ZJ Liquid on. Mi sey when dat bwoy play, yu whine till yu know wey fi duh wid yu self…

MTH
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Beenie a my dj, is hall about Romie, an him whoring sista niomi…Ghetto slam…Sim, simmer, who have di keys to mi bimma.

Maniac
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Maniac

Blasted radio naw gwaan wid nutten

MTH
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Teach yu know dem hu-fen mi when dem know dem shouldnt try, mi nuh tek hexcuse nar alabi..Bounty yu a nuh mi dj, but respeck jew…

MTH
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Who Memba Bay Wayne (Mama). Simpleton (Cocoa Bottle Shape) Dirts Man, Tenor Saw…RIP. They all changed the face of dancehall forever.

MTH
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Mi cudda can wine yu fret, but mi neva wudda whine up miself inna dance mek mi man si. Only if wi did a whine up togedda.

MTH
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Inna 1999 mi poor Madda hear sey di worl a guh hen, suh shi buy up har candle and tell wi mek sure sey 2000 ketch wi inna church. Mi run guh watch night service and dem time mi HATTTTTT, Steaming man from farrin cum dung. Him did waan wi guh a wan dance. As 12 colock cum, mi dash out a church and braps, inna mi shiny shiny tight jeans gone wid mi man.

MTH
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Obara dis is a true story. Mi used to have astha bad, bad, bad when mi was a likkle girl. Suh when mi a 13 me an mi sista guh a one dance. Memba mi told yu di night dew mek di asthma get betta (or so I would love to believe). Memba mi told yu every pan knock mi dey dey. Mi can dance but mi sista was the best dancer in the community, mi wicked fren was number 2 and mi number 3 (big up number 3).

MTH
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Teach, who memba Spragga Benz (before him rass), Mad Cobra, Lexus, Bling Dog?

MTH
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A who dem? A bay feelings dem a carry, dem dun bow an dem caan sey dem sarry. A who dem a who dem a try cuss, dem sell out Marcus….

Maniac
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Maniac

Spragga!!! Teacha one station up yah (tink ah 100.7) when dem ready fi done di place… Mek ah go tun on di radio yah nung

MTH
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People, people who can chune it to Zip 103 FM. Liquid a a dutty up the air-wave (meaning him a play good).

MTH
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Teach, Big Woman ting, Baby Cham cuteeeee!!! Mi did love him and mi did likeAlozade dem time deh.

MTH
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Mainy mek mi jump hin while Teacha naah look. Peppa seed??? Mainy yu shouldnt draw mi out. Peppa seed time a Cactus di ting dey. Mi use to deh a Harbour View pan a Sunday. However di time a mi life was 2003 deh suh when dwali riddim lego. Pan di river, pan di bank…dung di flank mi a guh dung di flank.

Yazzy
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Yazzy

Watch di road hot steppa!!!! Guh dung di flank

Maniac
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Maniac

Cho man MTH… At leese ah nuh me one ah get chubble.
Up to dis day, enny time mi hear peppa seed is like mi get wild… Mi cyaan too dance enuh, but ketch mi behine closed doors… An mi luv wine up mi kin tuh e si

Maniac
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Maniac

Mi sey ah dem time deh dance was dance… Mi use to deh ah stage front an Spectrum an mi luv mumma Saw (mi kinda disappointed inna har, but ah still my female dj)… When mi son si mi buck di radio an start sing, him look pon mi like ‘ah really MY madda dat?’ lol. Mi sey ‘yuh lucky, diss is di skettel side ah yuh ma’ Chat bout!!!

Heartbeat an peppaseed riddim…woieee..
Mek mi stop yah, ah doan waa teacha sen mi pon detention
‘Ova di dickey di girl ah gwaan bad’
‘Yuh neva kotch ah gyal yaad, so how shi come ah chat’
‘Gimmie di go go wine’ (di captain barkey version…)

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Yazzy

Baxside! iiiiiiieeeeeee Maniac is a maniac!!!! Woiiiieeee!!! It too early fi dis man!!! No sah!!! Caah believe a dis mi a miss out pan. Dem fun sinting ya sweet mi….keep it coming 😀

MTH
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Pardon my manners…Yazzy, greetings and welcome.

Yazzy
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Yazzy

Good morning sweetie. Greetings! How u? I’ve been m.i.a for quite a min but mi straighten up and stop skull class. MI wah good so mi nose affi guh run. Lol. Thanks for being so pleasant.
I’ve been having to play catch up on all the post I have missed and while doing so I came across your comment about doing something amazing for our professor and mommy ooo and I thought that was so sweet and I do agree. I know how she’s filled with humility and not liking to be ‘put out there’ like this but we nu care we still need fi show some love fi true. So link mi when u ready fi do a ting mi love.

MTH
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Heheheh!!! I love stage shows (live shows). I love smell the ganja, I love seeing the lights, everything comes together and give me a lift. I was a staple at stove love anniversary. I was at Sting when Kartel rush Ninja Man. If you have never seen Capleton or Beenie Man live…U a miss something….

MTH
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I remember I used to go to after work jam on a Friday in Asylum Night Club. One Friday night I won the dancing competition.

Some of the best songs we enjoy were done when people were in pain and your their raw emotion.

Yazzy
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Yazzy

Saturday was very rough. By Sunday I was so broken and lost. I felt blocked and emotionless. While in church, my pastor called my sisters and I to the altar to sing “Jesus loves me this I know” which was a message she had got in her spirit, for us, seconds before she ministered.

It was absolutely befitting…. that one song ignited everyone’s flames and everyone was blessed and altho I couldn’t even bring myself to verbalize my pain…I felt those words soothed my soul.

Maniac
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Maniac

On a real tho Obara, it was just last nite mi was telling mi sister bout me and di music… Mi learn how to pay attention to mine.

Yuh memba whey day when mi ask bout di blue candle? Well mi was home cooking the Sunday and was playing a gospel CD and when di song came on whey sey ‘Peace when trouble flows, Jehovah sees, Jehovah knows….’ started playing – I don’t know how to explain the feeling, but is like mi was in a trance – and I knew that there was a message in there for me… That and the fact that mi spirit did juss seem fi be cross all di time

Maniac
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Maniac

Howdy howdy howdyyyyyy

Mi ah read an ah laaf awfta mi fellow skettels lol

Ty
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lol

Ty
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you know is dancehall mi used to play fi get my kids to go to sleep when they were babies…the drum and bass do the trick all the time…no lullubies for my kids…lol

right now is music I am using to learn a few words in yoruba…the music is catchy and good so, mi catching 2 birds with one stone

Ty
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I love music, always have…beat two drum and mi jiggle…

Yazzy
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Yazzy

What is it with us Jamaicans and drums man???

MTH
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What’s up Bubblez? I love Stevie Wonder and Jeffery Osbourne. There is this song, “I Believe In Miracles’ by Abba has been playing in my head in recent times.

KTB
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howdy Obara MTH TY an all i love music!!! cant sing a note or dance but when music hit my soul yu cant tell me dat. several songs play in my head more time…like recently with the fasting an Luciano chune lol i also hum jesus loves me often an a few other tunes.

MTH
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Music is powerful. When Saul had demons in him, they would send for David (how fitting) to play his harp to soothe him. Music is powerful, hence I watched what I listen to especially in the house.

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