July 2, 2014 Obara Meji 178Comment

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Growing up, I had never heard of the Yoruba people of South Western Nigeria, and I certainly had no idea that I would ever travel to Africa in my life time. It is the hope and dreams of every Jew through out the world to travel to Israel and also the same for every other Ethnic group born outside of their ancestral homeland to one day go.  While some Africans throughout the diaspora may have an urge to do so, not many do, even if they have the means to do it, they do not go. The world’s descriptions of Africa and Africans through all sorts of public medium has affected our dear land so negatively, that even though we brag about our color and of our race “Say It Loud, I Am Black And I am Proud”, most blacks are proud just to say it “Loud”, but have nothing to do with the Land from whence their forefathers came, as a matter of fact they are ashamed. There is a song which quotes a line, “Can a mother’s tender care cease toward the child she bare”? Africa, (Alkebulan, the original name for Africa), awaits her children’s return, even if it is just a visit, while the child may forget the mother, the mother will never forget her child.

After the wicked baby father and I broke up, I was on my own, really on my own. It was very frightening for me and I cried and cried for days and weeks and months. I was very young, I had all my children with me, (I began early) and I worried what would happen to me, how would I survive, how would I live down the shame of losing my business, him being with this other woman in the same town where we all lived. Even though I ended the relationship, people would say HE left me for her, and everyone knew of our quarrels and battles, it was a small Jamaican Community and I was a very popular hair stylist. I was well known, now everything crashed! During those times, I did not know that a chapter of my life had closed and that I was heading toward another. Heading toward the direction of my REAL life, which were to have many chapters, and even became more intense, with the exception that I were to have more control after I had learned most of what I needed to.  No human would be able to hurt me as much again. The years before, when I battled family and the big bad Wolf (the first baby father) and the Wicked baby father and the enemies who seemed to pop out of nowhere like when playing Super Mario Brothers on Nintendo.

It was almost as if I had to clear out those cobwebs, encumbrances of life, while in the process of having my children one behind each other, before the real living began. Before I came to live on this earth plane, it seemed I had planned for me to have my children early, begin my life young, have a whole lot of life experiences under my belt, in other words live the life and experience of fifty people in order to speed up everything and get me to where I needed to be, quickly. Every thing was planned out for me and with the approval and assistance of the Universe. What I thought was my hell would turn out to be wonderful bliss, a source of comfort and a legacy for my children who I cared the most about in life. What I went through, in all the posts which I have written about here on Embracing Spirituality was God’s doing and that of my ancestors and my spiritual guides, and also my Omo Orisha Osun and My Ifa, and through it all, although my human mind felt pain and suffering, my spirit was being taught, groomed, loved cherished and elevated all at the same time. I was in school as we all are, but I was being trained by my spiritual elders to become Obara Meji. What a wonderful thing that happened to me!

I went through a grueling time when I was becoming awake, I will spare you all the details today, and just recount a few, for to me to tell all, time would not allow. There is a Showtime Series called Penny Dreadful, where you will find a character name Vanessa Hives, her awakening, or what she experienced during her awakening is similar to what I went through, so much that it is quite hard for me to watch. There are exceptions however for me in her story, where in which her awakening stemmed from a very Salacious encounter, mine was not, she had to be locked up in a padded room in a straight jacket,  although there were times where I worried that I would get there, I thank my ancestors that I was spared that, and she now works although unwillingly with the Devil, el Diablo, (this is a T.V show) I do not, how could I? he does not exist!

While I went through my awakening, there were times in the mornings when I would wake up and there was a huge black book thrust under my chin and I found myself reading it. My eyes moving like heads at a tennis match, left to right and right to left, fast. There were bold black words on crisp white pages which seemed like English words, but I was never sure. I never saw who placed the book there, only that I sat up in my bed and read this book which was the biggest book I had ever seen, after which I remembered nothing. I later learned that the knowledge I acquired there, I was to use  later on in my life, just not while in school. Now I know you are all wondering in which state of being was I while this was happening, and I will try as much as I can to tell you, although the words I will use for the proper description escapes me or rather I cannot find. I would see myself laying on the bed, these things would happen around 5:30 – 6 am in the mornings. It were as if I hovered somewhere and watched me sit up with my back against my pillows and then I would find myself in my body while someone or something who I have never seen thrust this book under my chin, and the reading began.

While these things happened to me, it took three years to complete the book. I think it was completed, although I am uncertain, but within the depth of heart says it was. The first year when it began, I lost my speech, or rather I lost the ability to speak English or Patois. My whole body was weak and I needed help to get out of bed, I could not eat regular food, so the children’s nanny fed me a diet of cooked calaloo and liver water, boiling the liver and giving me the water to drink. Wood root tonic helped along with Vitamin B6 or 12. Whenever I tried to speak, another language came out, all kinds of languages.  At first I struggled to accept that I was not losing my mind, until the nanny assured me that if I were I would not have any idea of the fact. During these times, it was at nights while all slept that my teachers came, all non-physical beings, and I laid alone in my room, lights on, afraid to turn them off  and afraid to go to sleep, because I knew the moment I slept, I would be taken on journeys all over the world and within time and space and meet many people there.

It was on these journeys that I learned the uses of herbs and plants, it was on these journeys I learned how to diagnose an illness through spirit, it was on these journeys that I realized the power of the river and that that of the Ocean and of the wind and of lightening and thunder, and on these journeys where I realized that we, all of us in the world were all connected and were no different from each other regardless of our skin color. It was on these journeys I realized that nobody died, ever! It was on these journeys I knew that there were many worlds, It was on these journeys I became awake, fully awake. For three years, I went through some intense training which in the first year made me weak and almost unable to get out of bed, after which my language changed, this was when I was being trained in becoming a medium, a source through  which spirits could pass through and speak, give messages, warn, prophesy, so the language which I was familiar with was removed from me and I was taught other languages. I knew it not then, and it took a long time for me to realize that this was why I had lost the ability to speak the English language at the time. Within the third year I had regained my strength, the Nanny had gone back to Jamaica where she took two of my small children to care for until I could manage, I was still in training, but I was stronger and my language had returned and also people were being introduced to me by others who I knew. Real people who knew me or even lived with me at one time or the other would contact me via the telephone, where I would pray for them and as I prayed, their whole lives would open up to me.

I could see them, where ever they were, I saw them. I saw what they wore, their house or apartment, I saw their aura, and I heard what they thought, I saw their professions and their children, I saw their whole lives and while in prayer I would tell them all I saw, if they were to die, I saw their death or the death of whom they loved, I could tell the time and hour in which death would come, and I could speak to death and appeal to it to give another chance, I did all these things. It was as if I were in a trance when all these were happening, and when I came out of the trance, I remembered nothing. My name began to spread, and people sought me out, people far and near heard of me and I struggled to believe my new life. I became a reader and diviner. I had no idea while  I grew up that this was what I would become. I knew not that this were to be my destiny, the reason I came into being, or one of.

Here I was a spiritualist having gone through an initiation, which lasted for three years, formally, because I was being prepared since the day I was born unbeknownst to me. I went to the sea and did rituals there, honoring the Ocean and the deity which resides there, who I had met on some of my many journeys during my initiation, I went to the river and did the same, I would go to the woods by myself, unafraid and honor the spirits there as I had met them all. I built an altar, which my Padrino had instructed me how to, and I honored my ancestors there, and I settled into my life as who I had become. I realized that I had the uncanny ability to explain almost everything as it relates to spirituality and metaphysics, (the big black book) I knew what many did not know. I began to search books hoping to find in them things that I knew for sure, and although some books began well, they would always fall short of something. Theosophy spoke to me, and I loved Alice Bailey’s work and Madame Blavatsky, Rudolf Stiener, and also Gurjdieff’s, among others. Dr. L. W. de Laurence made sense to me and I giggled at times at the fear the mere mention of his name drove into many people, Jamaicans especially and I respected also the likes of Eliphas Levi. I knew a lot, but not enough and I wanted to learn more.

I knew how the Universe worked, I knew about the nine dimensions within space and time and all the realms within. The greatest discovery throughout my journeys was the realization that the Devil did not exist, and that there were many like Jesus who came before, I met them, including him. I realized that no spirit being or entity ever met what we called God, it was an impossible fete, no one dared meet the All, no one! It was possible to be in his presence, and to the light beings, those who worked within the realms of spirit, to go close but to behold the Lord, Impossible!  To do so, that spirit or being, deity or entity would cease to exist, cease to exist!  I realized that we were all fragments of this great All, a tiny speck of his form and to meet this great being, or come into its presence would mean to be absorbed back into it, as when a sponge meets water, sucked into its form and be no more. I realized that God created Good and Bad, and they were all created for their specific purpose, I realized that God had no adversaries, none. I realized that I was special and had my own claim to being special as with all of us and that madness as we see it, insane people were well but operating off a different frequency than us here in this dimension, these people were too high to live among us, they were spirit beings who could not function in our world. I realized so many things but of them, the most important was that I self realized!

No turning back, I self realized and there was no turning back, only pushing forward. I knew that I had further to go, but to where? I had no Idea. Within my journey and with all the books that I read, I did not see the African I represented. He was not present in the Bible, or the Bhagavad Gita or Vedic scriptures, The Torah, The Koran, The Kaballah, within the texts or subjects belonging to Theosophy, or among the ascended Masters, there but only one was represented and his name was Afra, (lol, go figure). Written out of life and all the holy books was my father, my mother, my sisters, my brothers, my ancestors, myself. I knew this not to be so, and so I began to search there. I remembered the book on Elegua which I found in my teenage years, and Mr, Mitchel telling me that it belonged to the Cuban traditional religion, but when I searched further, I realized that Elegua was indeed, Elgba, Esu (eh-shu) as he is called in Africa, an Orisha. I realized that this all came from Africa and that the Africans had this whole philosophy concerning all of cosmology and creation, I heard Angels sing, as I found my family. I had known this but not in great details. Padrino had given me snap shots of it but there were no literature to be found coming from the African on this tradition, they kept it sacred. This was the true beginning of my life, I had been born again, the first initiation during  the three years I was in training, I was born of Spirit, the second initiation came when I went to church and became baptized, I was born of the water, and of the blood would come when I went to Africa. I had no idea that I would go, no idea that I had more initiations to do, I had no Idea that in Lagos, Nigeria Obara Meji waited for me, with folded arms, Obara Meji waited patiently, knowing that her daughter would come, and soon.

I will continue this story tomorrow.

Ẹni tó dúró tini nígbà ìpọ́njú ni ọ̀rẹ́ òtítọ́.

Whoever sticks with one through tough times is the true friend….Yoruba Proverb!

 

All religions are valid as long as it teaches peace and love….Obara Meji!

 

 

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Lalibela A Nile (@Lalibela_Nile)
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Family, mi deh yah a forward through Babylon; so please forgive me for my lack of punctuality.

I am a fan of road trips and in an effort to kill two birds with one stone, I embarked on a trip to Indiana State University, where I took a lij [youth] from the Horn of Africa–orientation and acclimation references

We are here at the George Washington Carver Monument getting a quick tour–as the lij did not know who GW Carver was…

Mi soon forward again…

MTH
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Nunu nuhmek mi laugh…Sleep a buss mi shut…Mi a guh pan lunch and grab a likkle nap…Mi soon come back…

NuNu
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M, mi love di passa passa ie nuh# yuh read part 2 of the Initiation yet? Teach put it up

MTH
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Nunu yu love di almshoue eehhhh….Nunu no more lyrics till Joe come talk to mi…Ryno get US 30k a ting an a nuh lyrics like mine him did a fing..

NuNu
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Wooooiiiii M fling out di duck wid crackaaaasssss, lol. Yazzzyyy from Seaview whe yuh deh!!!!! Smaddy come challenge nuh man!

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Nunuuuuuuuuuu omfffggggg, a miss u bad!! Yuh a see what de tek place ova yasso???

Nunu, yuh shout out yuh vinegar buchery yet?? Large it up nah. MTH & Obara deh gwaaning from mawnin.. mo can’t even function… mi caah guh guh roun civilized ppl wid dem coronation mawkit behavior and vulgar outburst/laff weh mi deh pudung ina here… no way. 😀

MTH
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mi lyrics dem tuffa dan a rock
a me one run in mi doan need a flock
mi mek bwoy heart beat like him a get heart attack

mi naaw chaw nor chew
straight gun shot, mi come fi slew

yu nuh lie mi, a yu sed one nuh stop fight mi
memba mi nuh fraid a yu, mi one badda dan yu whole army

mi mada and mi fada might shame
but afta today, a di trophy mi a claim

lata cause mi a cook a duck
when mi dun eat dat mi a muss get a f——–
mi nam di duck wid cum crackas
my man nuh ramp, huim know mi love mi backas
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Grung

Yazzy
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PUSS JUK!!!! MTH!!!!!!! Easyyyyyyyyyyh nah!!!

Trophy a fi yuh hot gyal, it RRRRRRRR
Afta da tune de, every man face screw.

Afta da backas de, yuh mus a walk bennnnn
But, nu watch nuh face..u a still my freeennnn

U KILL di clash, nyam up u crackas, so u full
Dem NEVA know seh you a raging bull

Ghetto girl, u run u jokes.. Dem tink yuh did nice???
MTH, mi dawg, yuh badda Dan spice!!!

A she seh gu dung…whine & bubble n…
But a u seh climb.. do like mimi & swing on pan..

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M wha yuh seh dem fraid a lyrics, whe di Missa Nile him bout him a pop shot inna di dance an kaint back it !!! Obara oooooo, seet deh!

MTH
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Nunu, dem a ramp wid a lion and did tink mi is a puss….

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Raaaayyyy, lol, whe Teach run gawn M, pick up the miiiiikkkkee. Challenge sen ouuuuttt!!! Whe Mr. Nile deh???? Mi a di hype man tidday!!

MTH
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Easy Nunu cause mi did a cool an Teach fi mi…

Mi a hat gal, dats why dem tink mi a crutch-a
but inna real life mi a butcha
mi nuh ramp fi cut a bwoy troat
and leff dat inna sea a float

mi bad inna yu vision an mi bad inna yu dream
fi write bout mi style, yow pass mi a ream

diss a nuh di days of billy di kid,
cause a me di whole a dem waan get rid
dem a days yah technalagy greater
mi will pump sum shat inna yu an sen yu back to yu create-ta….
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NuNu
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M, Wheel an come agen!!!! Pullll uuuuuppp!!!!

MTH
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Here diss Teach:-

dis yah name embracing spirituality
but a gwan hangle mi Teacha dif-frant-ly
Teach tink she bad
when a dun wid har dem haffi sey mi mad

cho
click mi finga an lyrics start flow from mi
mi sey mi click mi finga an lyrics start flow from mi

mi down mi di long talk
rinse my askel and a bare shat a bawk
mi badda dan a millian eagle, dragan and hawk

mi a di crowd please-a
mi mek yu laugh like yu juss get yu visa

……Unno hole mi….unno hole mi…

NuNu
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Howdy people mi suh far behind mi feel outta the loop, mi deh read fi catch up. All Yazzy come back an mi neva get the memo, and howdy to all the new commenters

MTH
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Teach , bet yu mi call mi fren Yazzy fi come wid har lyrics dem an cramp & paralyze yu (musically)…Teach doan push it…Doan mek mi call YW or Mr. Nile…Dont force mi hands, not mek call mi fren Ty…

MTH
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Mr. Nile sey if is killing, him willing!!! Big up all garrison youtes…

MTH
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All ES fambo big up. Dis is fi unno

MTH
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Yazzy mi gal, yu run in a gwan wid bare tings fram mawning…Salute mi fren

MTH
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Mr. Nile get crazy, Mr. Nile get insane. Teach hawt dey supose to beat fast, shi muss get nervous…

Yaz, doan sey a nedda werd…

Lalibela A Nile (@Lalibela_Nile)
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Until today’s posting is published, here is my last lyrical reference until Saturday:

“Run come inna mi gun [poetic licenses] and dead, mi si mongrel dawg dem gaan wit your head.

Morrow spread pon wall; mi come fi kill, it nuh mek sense yuh beg…” — Vintage Bounty Killer

Yazzy
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Easy nuh!

MTH
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Yazzy, mi mumma mi juss si yu post bout empties mi clip…No sah unno muss can gwan betta inna di mawning yah….People deadddddddd!!!! (inna mi Bounty Killa angriest vice)….

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M, from Mawnin. I a cry!! I laff till I have stichez. Di whole a unuh head gone. Yuh hear Mr. Nile seh him a killinz come clash time… a mawwwd ting eenuh.

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bless up Nile n YW 🙂 mi juss a lissen dem chuneee n kin teet suh lol mi love good music isi

Lalibela A Nile (@Lalibela_Nile)
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Hailings Kia

MTH
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Toy yu nuh yu really stay bad…Yu know sey is di country ppl dem wi big up first and diss morning mi sey but a nuh country alone mi come fram, mi a guh big up mi towm fambo dem…

MTH
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Toy nuh sey nutten… Yow reaching out to all di May Pen massive…May Pen is no play pen…

Yazzy
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May Pen is no play pen?? Sascrise, MTH, if I cry one more time! Dwl!!

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Morning my es family! I like the music everyone is dropping in the morning, but I don’t understand how come no one don’t big up the country area. Gosh, I know you all are city people, but you can big up may pen for me! Love you all I will be a little later on. Yazzy, how are you doing baby girl? You were missed.

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Toy babyyyyyy!!!! Missed you right back sweetie!!! So sorry I was away that long. And look weh mi come buck up pan??? Weh yuh run gone? Yuh afdi help mi. Yuh nuh see seh skool outta han??

Toy, a weh ya chat bout??? Mi LOVE country… shout out to Linstead!!! MAY PEN NUFF LOVE! black river pppl… st. Anns.. st. Mary… fern… evryweh. A unuh seh hambition!

MTH
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Mr. Nile nuh watch nuh face mi boss mi a sen diss straight to you…

Lalibela A Nile (@Lalibela_Nile)
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MTH, let me exercise brevity and just tell yuh seh mi love yuh–dem sang deh hard…

Lalibela A Nile (@Lalibela_Nile)
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It is all about suspense and the element of surprise. Obara, mi love yuh like how The Christ love little children…BUT come Saturday, mi a go kill [lyrically] ya!!! Gwan talk… As weh mi DJ seh, “Action speak louder than words/gunshot speak louder than words…”

LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE, RIGHTEOUS AND PERFECT LOVE !!!

MTH
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Woieee mi salt ting…Teach yu too rude & outta arda…

MTH
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Peeprle, peeprle unno si unno winna yet? Clash a get warm..Who have a # fi Nuffy? A nuffy fi host dah big clash yah!!!

MTH
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Respect & Mannas to Teach

MTH
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Mr. Nile top man, respect fi dat chune: Dis is fi yu cause yu a good yute:-

Lalibela A Nile (@Lalibela_Nile)
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Shout out to MTH:

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=beHhwa5FfiY&w=420&h=315]

MTH
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Den again, YW runyu post dem mek dem haffi search fi big chune..Dem tink a suh winnings guh….Play any chune yu waan play yaah mi dan….

MTH
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YW nuh post nuh more a dem bad chune dey…Memba Mr. Nile gi out soun yesterday…Satdeh a di big clash.. Boat a dem a prepare….

MTH
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YW mi naah lie when mi si yu sey fambo, one nasty dutty bad wud fly outta mi mout…Yow mi dan, a you name wey yu name…Di right chune fi di clash Satdeh..

Yu neva si mi did a axe f yu can be a judge inna di clash…

Yazzy
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M, stop it nuh! Weh di bad wud wud ya mek mi gwaan suh vulgar fa man??? Dis nuh right

Tw/Yw
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Sorry. Tried to post Nitty Gritty “Good Morning teacher” but having technical difficulties (probably user issues)

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Tw/Yw

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Mawwwwdddddd!!!!! Yow YW you is di REAL don gawgan (mi nuh confident da the wud spell right)

YUH DEAL WID DEM WICKED. DI CLASH MASH UP YA NOW!!

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Obara Meji and the ES fambo tall up!! Shot out to Yazsters and MTHers. Just a go drop two and run.

MTH
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Lalibella muss done sey him love concrete roun here…

Lalibela A Nile (@Lalibela_Nile)
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MTH Love is always here…

MTH
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Oh gosh Mr. Nine yu shouldnt post dat clip…Memories, mi did watch it pan ER before…

MTH
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Yaz & Mr. Nile respect…Wi haffi big up wi ppl dem…Suh if yu sey me, mi sey you straight…(Oh gosh mi caan wait fi di clash)…Mr. Nile a show sings sey him dangerous…

Lalibela A Nile (@Lalibela_Nile)
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Miss Ivy’s Last Son and my DJ fi life–principally the nostalgic and socially alert reference:

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XsZ3Ix7faKk&w=420&h=315]

MTH
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Teach gwan duh yu ting.. Yu strewdents dem can manage tell yu come back..

Mr. Nine, mi big up self dada!! Mi did manage fi touch your ends wid mi greetings dem?

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MTH, a me seh vietnam … a me seh shotgun…a me seh… (shooot mi cah memba) but when yuh se Seaview a u seh me. Grungggg!!!

Lalibela A Nile (@Lalibela_Nile)
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Yazzy, you and your generous self, thank you very much for your kind words, I am beyond grateful. I have found nothing but love on this blog and for such I give thanks.

Lalibela A Nile (@Lalibela_Nile)
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MTH, much appreciated negeste [empress]. Likewise, large up ya self!

Yazzy
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Mr. Nile, we haven’t yet gotten acquainted but welcome. Much love, blessings and light.

I was away but eagerly returned to some amazingly sophisticated comments and questions by you. Love and very much appreciate your presence here.

Lalibela A Nile (@Lalibela_Nile)
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Light, peace and blessings to all the ones! MTH, mi deh ya family, here maintaining…

MTH
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Everybody, unno can relate doan?

MTH
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Bubblez yu si how Teach words come back..We all connected…

Mi shame suh tell, how mi fi leff out mi good-good Nannyville people? A doan waan dem disown mi….

MTH
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Wey Ty dey fi come big up har Maroon ppl dem? Cami doan figet up coolie ppl dem…Nunu run come big up yu peeps….Oh goodness, wey Mr. Nine sorry mi mean Mr. Nile?

kiabubblez
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Obara lol morning pumpkin M hail lol portmore n waterford str88888 big up yu first mi pon stan pipe lol yazzy yaz did miss u welcome back

Yazzy
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Kia Booooooooo. Miss ed you bad bad Mi love. Big up yuh self. Big up ur walks a life. Di whole a wi a one.

MTH
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Bubblez, mi cudda dash wey miself…Mi ben yu si…Mi feget mi Portmore chargey dem…Portmore fi sure…Spanish Town, Mobay….

Mi wudda love everybody big up dem ppl dem….

Ty
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Big up to the portmore thuggie thuggies ….edge water, Garvey Mede, gregory park, Bridgeport unno know how it run…

kiabubblez
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Ekarroooooooo everyone peace n blessings ina di day yah

Big up portsmouth, city, cashew park, tg, st mary love unno bad bad 🙂

MTH
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Massive, hol diss quick & fast….

MTH
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wjw7m-BKmQ8

Seet yah..Couple up mi seh….

MTH
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Yazzy, a wey yu feel like??? Mi come fram train line…Yu know diss chune ‘Unda mi sleng ting, mi unda mi slen ting? Wayne Sleng Teng Smith RIP mi boss..A dey corner dey mi come fram…All Bounty Killa used to dey a train line to….

Yazzy yu DJ skills tun up…

Yazzy
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MTH!!! A weh yuh nah seh mi hottaz??? A me beenie di a shout out pan him **wickedest slam**track mi love.. when him se..”gal inna bed and she nuh know what to do… but mi nah guh wrinkle or screw… CAH MI DUN HAVE MI GYAL A SEAVIEW!!!!!” wheeeeelllllllll!!!!!

Shout out all di ghetto gurrrlll dem!!! Unu large!!! Lmfao!!

MTH
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Fireeeeeeee!!!! Teach yu buss…MI haffi cryyu guh studio yah now…Yu ting tun up…(certain ppl suppose to a chemble a nuh waan Satideh cum)…Yazzy yu fram Warika Hill?

Stand-Pipe stay guh cause wey day when mi guh look bout mi likkle girl visa, a di Stand-Pipe dem look afta wi (wi leff di bar code form an dem print one fi wi, cause mi an arm & a leg but a suh)….Every peeper large up…Mi feel fi big unno up today…Straight!!!!

MTH
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Teach mi figet fi big up mi New Haven people dem an a New Haven mi grow mi big daughter. Riverton, Tower Hill (mi birth place), mi haffi big up Tivoli caan mi woka man come fi Tivoli..Him coulda smoke, drink an cuss bad wud yu fall-e-tee. But him BRIGHT (wid 7 T)…Den ppl waa bash di ghetto….Big up mi fambily dem pan Olympic Way, big up mi next set a fambily pan Alexander Road…Big up mi fambily from uptown, unno can fen fiunno self but unno still need love.

Mi up mi real fren from South London, yu have a clean heart AAL mi ultimate respect…Mi adda fren from Philly stay suh…Lion paw fi all a mi New York parris…Love an honour….Shout out to Warika Hill mi fren from farrin place dat (mi nuh know dey, but Warika Hill people Lion Paw)….

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Lmaooooo…. lion paw. A cant tek it. It too early.

MTH
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Obara, Yazzy, Lady T, regular bloggers and my dearest peepers, maxium respect…

Big up all a di Waterhouse massive..Seaview, Shirlock wey have the world lock, Tivoli, Jungle, Rema the whole a East.

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MTH, how you doing sweetie?? Bwouy, mi miss the yuh bad my prefect 🙂
A your notes mi affi guh copy offa eenuh!! 😀

Whatcha yall know ’bout seaview?? Mek mi put on mi Capleton swag.. watch it… “yuh shuda know a seaview mi come from… yuh shuda know dat de next door to riverton”….lolllol pull up!!! Wheeeelll… and come again!! 😀

Mi see seh unnuh a run a clash.. mi cah handle it but mi a root fi whoever run di most shabba, bounty, elephant man and all Seaview massive (bias, enit) **covers face**…mi gone back gone read.
Plz unuh low mi….

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Obara, I can’t wait for part two. I love your humility in that your training was excruciating on the body but you endured and with such grace that you can now say “what a wonderful thing that happened to me”…. total adoration for you my spiritual queen. I love your humility post amongst other greats … I’m gonna go catch up.

Nobada tink mi head tuff eenuh but I have to read, say at least twice, before my digestion begins….

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Thank you for sharing. So many “crazy” do not receive the spiritual guidance necessary. As per or society spirit is encouraged to take a back seat when in reality it should be front and center.
I have yet to hear if a spiritual worker with an easy breezy life its clear to me it doesnt work that way.
Knowjnf what u now know. Do u find it easrier to be constantly aware when hardships arrive that it is for growth?

Yazzy
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Blessings Lady T. Have a great day sweetie

Yazzy
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Mommy Ooooooo!!!!!! Ty, Yw, MTH, Nunu, Kia, Toy and all my sweeties… I missed you alllll!!!!
Blessings to Oguntunde & Lalibela and all the others whom have graced and embraced my ESP family while I was away on vacay…. thanks for being here. I appreciate you all.

No man, mi de miss unuh bad bad!!! Unuh plz to pardon mi awful manners of being away from you guys this long. Plz, I ask for some time to catch up on all I have missed which is about two weeks of info (lawd gash, mi sorry fi miself). I’ll catch up at nights on what I’ve missed but will definitely continue to move forward with the daily lessons throughout the day.

Love you all ***smooches***

Ty
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Yazzy mi honey, we glad to have you back…

Lady T
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I know how u feel yassy lol. It will definitely be a good read im catching up to glad to know I will have a night companion. The site jus ropes u in even if u leave for a while u always come back reminds me of the saying “grow ur children in the way the way they should be n they shall not depart from it. Thank you obara for sharing. It is comforting to know that myself n many others out there are not crazy but rather misunderstood. U open up the mind to the impossibilites in this spiritual life n I feel so honor when u take the time out to dedicate to us. This act of charity truly inspires me n lets me know the possibilites of life. I just want to say that it came to mind ” fear not the unknown for it could be the very thing u need”. Many things are easier said than done but life is one day at a time with the faith if spirit. Ase. Im excited cause now we r getting into the good stuff with more knowledge about ifa.
Ase ase ase ooo

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No sa mi dawn ounna toooo funny roun a diss. Give thx for the energy if all todayci woke up feelin the vibe was especially feeling you yazzy. Mth a kill me wid laughter. Mi na wa bruck out roun here try mi respect oouna as mi elders so I will keep my waste line a secret n hol mi conna. Bless up everybody hope ur day is as sunny n strong as mine.

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Lady T, thanks sweetie. We can be night companions since I prefer interactive learning. I’ll meet you here. Just hail mi. The read here is AMAZING. Obara and Oguntunde are spiritual intellects that I feel privileged to be in their presence and to be taught by by them and their wisdom. How humble of them to share their wealth with us.

MTH
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Lalibella, I am glad you shared your story. I think you did your part in assisting these females. I always tell Obara that when she infuse her life experiences in her post they always have an impact. People can relate to what is being said.

Lalibela A Nile (@Lalibela_Nile)
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Greetings,

I once date a young lady who owned a hair salon—she was as beautiful and graceful as they came. However, she was highly troubled–likewise, she lost her salon and had to contend with her ex dating the many other women and mistreating her. Similarly, the mother-in-law made her life a living hell and for the life of me, this girl was so desperate to be embraced by her nefarious mother-in-law. Like you. The father of her children—three of them—was a constant thorn in her side and armed with his vicious mother, sought to make her live an endless displeasure. He was her permeant albatross. Like you, she might have had a calling and she sought not to embrace such.

The mother-in-law went as far as to kidnapped this girl and had men kicking and punching her–somehow, she managed to escape. The mother-in-law, she out the powers of the dark world to consume this girl and as I mentioned earlier, this troubled girl, still wanted this woman’s favor and embrace–I was befuddled

This might explain why she has not been able to find peace and calm in her life. She has suffered greatly and when I met her, I sought to represent what a god is supposed to be for his earth—Five Percent speak if you may. Long story short, this woman never embraced what I thought to be her true destiny and not being able to escape the reach of her children’s father, made it so that her were never able to achieve the targeted unison. For multiple reasons—primarily having to do with a support structure for her children—I hung around in one way other for a few additional years. However, I eventually came to realization that I had to sever all ties with her—she was and I fear still lost and demented. Yet I wish her the best.

Then there was a very physically please Yoruba observing girl who was seemingly more troubled—in her words, Oya was over her head, her Yoruba name is Abe’ka. She made mention of the fact that he aunt, the priestess was crowned both in Haiti and Cuba. Relative to her, I was highly smitten… We had a mental affair with each other for over five years and due to her many conflicts, when we attempted to create a oneness, everything imploded. Due to the gravity of her tribulations, I am not going to even bother to get into them.

I am saying these things to say that often times when Obara write that which she writes, I see reflections of these women and I thinks of the usual what ifs… I am of the opinion these these women had/have such great potential and I just don’t know why they haven’t embraced the other path. Knowing that I’ve also sought to enhance their lives, I don’t know why all things self-destructed as they did…

Amesegënallô

Lalibela A Nile (@Lalibela_Nile)
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Obara, I love you, I am astonished and stunned. I am feeling an energy internally that I have never felt before. A rather harmonious energy that is truly in sync with that which I am–I first sensed it during the 2nd to last paragraph and feel it mostly emitting from my chin and upper chest area.

Something seems to have been awoken and I sense that there is more to this sensation… I am feeling an organic energy that I have never felt before and I am loving it. Please expound on the the devil not existing–I want to en sure that I am on the same page as you

I have gotten that which you’ve conveyed; however, since it is so powerful, I want to re-read as many times as possible.

NuNu
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Suh that mean the Obara Meji spirit is an orisha?

kiabubblez
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Ok mi a get sleepy suh mi read ah mawnin. Just feel like me a miss sumn obara how u kno wah dem was sayin if they spoke foreign language…i kno i kno mi fren read it again. Lol good nite

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Good night

NuNu
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Wow, this is so powerful ! my mind is trying to grasp all this, there is so much to know

kiabubblez
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Nite nunu it interesting dont it

NuNu
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Yes kia it mek mi si seh mi a live a false sense of reality

kiabubblez
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Ok so when the possessions come di spirits tell u was going on? dem tell u bout ur life n the path u fi tek? wah dem tell u obara? if u waa answer these ques in tmrw post i
Ovastan

kiabubblez
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Hail M i is trying ma i waa learn lol Obara the huge black book dat was thrust under ur chin. Dueing ur awaking.

MTH
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Bubblez, I like your questions. Respect everyone.

Obara Meji
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Which book ah read Kia? I knew according after my initiation, and when the possession began

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