I have chosen to write today about the realms of Spirits within time and space. On this Earth plane where we live there are realms which exists within it as well as outside of it. Yes it is nice to look up into the blue skies and try to see beyond the clouds, imagining that heaven is up there somewhere. Or to look down and worry about the hell which lays below. Well listen up dearies, it ain’t like that, no not at all. What I am about to tell you all now you may or may not believe. It bothers me not. What is troubling as I write this post is if I should even write it at all. You may wonder why this is troubling to me, and this is a valid question and a valid question needs a valid answer, so let me give it to you and hopefully while explaining I will come to my senses and decide to write another post instead and trash this one.
When I went through my awakening it was jarring. I believed I was going to lose my mind! The first real awakening began when I was a teenager, barely thirteen years old and I cried everyday because I did not know what was happening to me. My own mother began to worry for me. I did not know why I was hearing the “Jesus Loves Me” song in my head and when I asked random people if they heard music singing in their heads, they told me no because they were not crazy. They explained to a very scared little girl that only mad people heard voices. I tried to say no, not voices but music, they replied “same difference.”
It is still a scary memory so I will not linger on it since I have no desire to torture myself anymore than I was tortured then. I watched Penny Dreadful the other day, the episode titled “Closer Than Sisters”, and the memory of my awakening came flooding back to me. No, it was not as salacious as Vanessa’s, no where close, and I was never in a mad house, but there were times I wondered if I would end up there. I struggled to stay sane, believing I would lose my mind. If you have ever wondered why I tell so much of myself here, it is because I do not want you to go through what I went through. During my awakening I went through some rough times, now that I look back and for what I have received I cannot regret it, but the process was hard, did I say that before? It was very difficult. While I was being taught by non-physicals I was taken all over the world, like Mohammed who wrote the Koran was taken all over the world and shown many things by the angel Gabriel while riding on his shoulders.
I met the Christ twice. Yes I have seen him. I wondered to myself when it first happened if it was some other spirit or being masking themselves off as the Christ, but logic kicked in and reasoned with me while I pondered. The first time I met him I was visiting Jamaica, the nanny had taken two of my children back to Jamaica to live with her after I had been done with their father and life had began to get a little rough (Remind me to tell you the story of a woman called Pet). While in Jamaica, I remember a particular night in the evening I was sitting on the veranda and I heard someone say to me:
“Place 10 cents in your hair, tie your head and go to sleep.”
I queried why? But before I went to bed I reluctantly placed the Jamaican 10 cent in my hair and went to sleep. In the dream world, I saw myself preaching in a church. The congregation was plenty, and I was giving a sermon explaining that Jesus did not come to the world to die for our sins. He came to teach us. He came to help raise our consciousness, which would allow us to understand God better and therefore allowing us to serve him better. I sat in the congregation and watched myself preach, amazed at what I was saying. I, the preacher, continued to say when Jesus and his message was rejected as was the same with the prophets of old, then the decision came for him to be the sacrificed. It was not something that he wanted to do, he even begged God to remove the bitter cup, but it was the tradition of the Hebrews, who Jesus was, that in order to appease God of a wrong doing a sacrifice must be offered and so Jesus was the Human sacrifice as was the practice in his religion.
In the congregation, light dawned on me and I shouted Hallelujah and turned around to tap the person beside me on their back and saw that I was sitting next to the Christ, and I woke up. The next time I saw the Christ was a year before the whole 911 disaster. I saw myself walking somewhere, again I was in the world of visions and dreams. As I walked along minding my own business I almost bumped into somebody. I looked up and there was the Christ again. He was dressed like how he is pictured most often: in flowing garments but he was not white in skin color, he had a Mediterranean caramel complexion. His hair was curly but rough curly, and he was short for a man and seemed slender beneath the flowing garments. I was surprised when I saw him and blurted out “Jesus!” Stunned that I was standing in front of him. I finally got my wits about me to ask him what was he doing on earth to which he replied that he was here to put peace back onto the land. Then he bent down in front of me, placed his index finger on the ground and when he rose up there was blood on the tip of his finger. I woke up.
I went on in other times to meet Emperor Haile Selassie. On one of my journeys to the world of dreams and visions I met Emperor Haile Selassie. I was in Manhattan, New York City, it was a cold day. The street was packed with people who were roped off with red velvet ropes, the same like in the movie theaters. I was among the crowd of people who were excited and seemed to be waiting for someone important to arrive. I pushed my way to the front, where the ropes were, and strained to see who was this important person, then I saw H.I.M. He descended the steps of a white plane, which was parked a little ways up and he was regally dressed in full black and all sorts of medals adorned his clothing. He was a very handsome man, whose face, and demeanor befitted a King. I realized that the ground was a solid block of ice and I screamed for the security to lay out the red carpet for His Majesty, but they ignored me. He seemed to hear me and had a gold scepter in his hand which he used to strike the ground as he walked and the ice broke and cleared away. When he got to where I was, the crowed was cheering his name, he stopped and looked at me, and then he stretched out his hand and gave me the scepter, I woke up. I was to see him again one more time in that very same world.
I have met Bob Marley. The wicked baby father and I had a terrible argument one night which sent me to bed crying hard. Again I entered the world of dreams and visions and saw myself in my hair salon. I heard the door open and when I went to look I saw Bob Marley. I was surprised to say the least, but I calmly asked him if I can help him, we spoke telepathically, and he told me he needed his hair washed. He was extremely thin and wore an army colored shirt and pants. His locks was too much for his too thin body and he seemed sad. I took him to the back of the shop and washed his hair, all the while wondering if he was dead what was he doing here? I managed to finish the task of washing his hair put some deep conditioner in, then I placed him under the dryer and asked him if he was comfortable. He nodded yes and then I went outside to a gentle man I knew to ask him if Bob Marley was dead why was he in my shop washing his hair? The man peeped into my shop while he and I stood outside. He said I should listen to a CD and if I heard a new song by Bob Marley, then that meant Bob was not dead. He played the CD and all the songs were new. I went back inside the salon and took him from the dryer and rinsed his hair. As I washed his locks, he looked up at me and told me, “No woman, nuh cry” and I woke up. Bob Marley had visited me in my distress to comfort me with his message in a song.
I went out that day and bought the CD No Woman Nuh Cry, and played it for a week in my shop. I have met Krishna of the Hindu religion who gave me some advice in my dream which allowed me to receive in five days of him blessing me thousands of dollars. This happened when I was struggling to survive financially, no help from the children’s father or support of my family, I was on my own and scared. I have met Esu of the Ifa/Orisa tradition, who informed me that I would go into labor and told me what to do so the birth would not be as difficult, this was at a time when Obeah was being thrown at me because of the wicked baby father’s mistress.
I have met Osun, deity of the river to whom I am now an initiate. I met her as an older white woman who summoned me to her office, as a headmistress would do a child in school. She has since appeared to me in different forms.
I have met Orunmila owner of the Ifa Oracle and when I told my Elders in Africa, they were surprised. I described him as a very thin man who did not allow me to see his face and they were all surprised. Yemoja and Olokun have revealed themselves to me, along with Buddah among other beings including Quan Yin and General Kwan Kung to name a few. One day I will tell you of a very strong spirit who I met, she is called Ruthibel – whew!! She was something else. I have been taken to places in the bottom of the ocean (read this post) and in the celestial heavens, I am no ordinary person. God loves me special and this is my thought to own, if you feel the same as I do, own it!
Here I am at the end of the post and I still did not reveal what I originally set out to write about the realms. Maybe it is not the time to reveal it as yet, or maybe it is just my own uncertainties, who knows, but maybe I will try again. However these things that I have revealed here in this post, I have only shared with my children. People tend to ridicule what they do not understand, or associate it with things tied to their faith and which their faith condemns. I have been through hell to know the things that I know, and I know that I came out with my sanity intact. I have paid for all which I have been taught, so it is to be understood if I hesitate to share some which I know are astounding.
Bí a kò bá tí ì jókòó a kì í na ẹsẹ̀. /
If one is not (properly) seated, one shouldn’t be stretching one’s legs.
[Don’t be presumptuous.]
All religions are valid as long as it teaches peace and love……Obara Meji!
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.