I thought about writing a new post today, and as I sat at my computer, I saw a comment from another blogger who asked about the wicked baby father’s equally wicked woman, and the role she played in my life as tormentor, one of many for me. I must say she was a bad one, a very evil by admission woman who was a major hell in my life, in our lives as a family, what she did not do to us has not been invented. She had the look of a Jezebel, they say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, but if she had even any quality which I could even grudgingly say was beautiful, I would say it, there was none, even her speaking voice was gruff and manly. I wondered how the hell he even achieved an erection to impregnate this Pig, but alas, the Pig is a dirty animal but its meat is sweet, so says many. She was a wicked force of a beast, but I thank her nevertheless, but for her, I may not have found myself, who I really am, my destiny, I would not have become Obara Meji.
When I met the children’s father, I resisted getting involved with him, I was a teenager with a child and on my own, I had no one.Of course I had my family, but of their support I did not have. I will not go into the details of our meeting and how he got me (it was hard work on his part, and determination) as I am sure I have written it here on Embracing Spirituality already. When we settled down in our lives as a family I believed it would be forever. I wanted it to be forever, I had grown up with both my Parents and I wanted that strength of family also, for a moment I thought I would have it and then that thought flew through the window when the discovery came that he had gotten this woman pregnant.
She once told me that she had two children prior to getting pregnant for my children’s father, she said every time she got pregnant for a man, the man would leave her, so when she discovered this pregnancy (she had explained to me before that she knew he meant her as a one night stand) she knew that he would not stand with her from experience, and she had a conversation with an old woman who told her to be wise, she told me that she made up her mind to tie him, put him in bondage, (not the one with the mask and chains and whips, but of the bad Juju kind). My children’s father into spiritual bondage? while with me?, abomination!!, lol, foolish man , for a roll in the hay, his life and ours changed, he had slept with the devil!, She said she tied him and so she did, she said to me over the telephone,“Let me tell you something, I have tied him onto me, and he can never leave me, so you might as well give up the fight”. I can laugh now as I look back, but she was relentless, she was relentless, yes I typed it twice!
That woman gave me the most experience in Obeah, possibly the first experience I had gotten on my own. You will read about the infamous Miss Will below and throughout embracing spirituality (lol). There was a time she sent spirits to remove him the wicked man from out the house, so he stopped sleeping on the bed, then another time when he wondered why he could not sleep on the bed. If he “wanted’ me, which he always did, he would have me, and then go sleep on the living room floor, it was ridiculous, and I laugh as I type, but back then it was extremely painful.
One night he decided to come on the bed and sleep, I was pregnant with the quiet son, and the baby was in his crib, (I bred like gremlins when water touched them), my first daughter was in her room, around 2am, he got up to go to the bathroom, on his way back from the bathroom, he stopped at the bedroom door, I could see him clearly, the street lights was shinning through brightly in our house. I watched him place both hands on top his head (like when Jamaicans bawling out fi murder), and said my name in a very gruff voice which did not sound like his voice.
I sat up scared, and asked him worriedly if he was ok, and he replied, that there was something in the house, I saw him stagger and grunted as if trying to speak, I shouted his name, he could not answer, I screamed for my friend who was in the other room with my daughter and he, in his real voice shouted at me to stop my shouting, I then jumped off the bed and grabbed my baby from the crib still shouting as I ran pass him and opened the front door and ran down the street, in my night gown, bare footed, about 7 months pregnant carrying and infant, in the fall, this was October and it was cold, screaming help at 2am in the morning, a scene out of a scary movie. I am laughing as I type this, looking back at the whole thing now, this she devil was the ultimate villain. She went in, and for what, for who?, she still did not end up with him, all her children has met a horrible time in life, homeless and on drugs and the one she had for him became a “battery bait” all around girl for lack of a better word. After he and I separated he got another woman pregnant, and she still could not get be rid of him, what she gave to me became her sore, the new girl lived in his newly built mansion, the one she fought for me not to step foot in, and neither did she, but she went after the new baby mother with a vengeance, the girl died, yes it was from the obeah this wicked one who even tried me like that but failed.
I was left to take care of three children which were for him plus the first one from the big bad wolf on my own, and his wicked baby mother killed his new baby mother who had two children for him and one before she knew him, so he was left with those to care for on his own, (oonuh folow mi?). The wicked obeah working baby mother, had since married and is living happily ever after, but with no relationship with any of her biological children due to her abandoning them fi run whey wid de rich man whey she got yah nung, she hate dem and dem hate she back, lololol…..
I will save some of the story for another time, but below you will find a story I wrote sometime ago about tormentors and their roles into our lives, we must seek to grasp a good understanding of the role everyone plays into our lives, and some people fi gwey
We have all encountered here on earth those who have come in the form of tormentors like the Land lord, the boss the co-worker the neighbor the bill collector our family members, our husbands or wives or even our children, to name a few. What most of us do not realize is that these that we see as our enemies or tormentors are playing out their role that they came here on earth to do. Our mistake is to allow their actions toward us to hold us back in life. Because while we are lamenting about their character, they are elevating in the spiritual realm, Huh? you ask well let me tell you. You read correctly, every human being has his own destiny and never has two persons come from the womb the same time. Even twins, one comes before the other. Our destinies are all different and as such we all will operate differently from one another. Ironically though what we know as bad behaviour in a person does not mean that the person is not operating in compliance with his reason for being here. There are many who, when left by themselves wonder why do they act the way they do, and sometimes even vow to change but find it a struggle to. Holding someone who has done you wrong, with malice in your heart will only hold you back from your spiritual growth which might not seem important to you now because all you have ever heard about is heaven and hell, but it is important to your evolution in the spiritual realm that of which you will learn of here, on this blog site.
“The Wind Always Exhaust The Patience Of Trees”. Yoruba Proverb.
While I do not believe in the Devil I must say I have met a couple of people who the description fits very well, but the Devil is always the fall guy for wicked peoples deeds.. Growing up as a child in Jamaica I remember a woman who lived in the same tenement that we lived, we called her Miss Will, she will be the star of many of my topics She was quite a character, but I must acknowledge that her personality has assisted me in using her as example of wickedness, that was her reason for being . I remember her and my mother always cussing and fighting, well, my mother fighting and Miss Will running. This woman was tormented or perhaps crazy because we had one side of the house which was a two bedroom apartment and she shared the other side of the house with some roomers. We had our own kitchen and bathroom while they all shared on the other side. On numerous occasions we would catch Miss Will running from our kitchen with meat that she had stolen from my mothers pot or watch from our window as she picked up dirt and looked around to see if any one was looking and throw it on the white clothes we had on a piece of zinc soaking up the sun. I could spend hours telling you about Miss Will and her mischievous ways but let me move on to others.
I have a sister who is my mother’s child, while growing up I adored and looked up to her because she was older than me and to tell the truth she was not half bad, then. Our relationship changed years after when life took a good turn for me and I had a business and money befriended me for a while. When ever she would come around me she would make comments about my shop closing down or what if I should ever lose my home, she even started telling our mother lies that I spoke badly about her, which ruined my parents and I relationship. Needless to say these were lies. Her onslaught of me continued, and has even affected the way her children treated me because there is no relation between none of us. These two are just a few examples of some of my tormentors. My child’s father was one, not to mention his mother, she was an example of the mother in law from hell, what she did not expect though was my strength and because of that I was able to have victory over them These type of people that we all encounter while on our journey have their reason, and believe it or not it is often times good that we meet them because they send us into prayer more often, seeking out an answers from God to remove them as obstacles, or to evoke in us emotions that would motivate us on to bigger or better things if for nothing else but to prove them wrong or show them what you can achieve. The land lord as tormentor will motivate you to try harder to get your own, the mother or father who torments will only let you try harder to supersede their expectations of you, the child will make you work harder at disciplining and so on, and de wicked evil gal whey tie yuh man will send you to seek God and find Physician, lol. I urge you all to look ahead and allow no one what so ever with their negativity to hold you back. At the end of life’s journey and you have passed the halls of judgement and are ready to be placed in your new home in the astral realms, let it not be that because of earthly tormentors that you allowed to distract you, you have ended up where you started only to begin the same journey again.
Our elders quote the cock as saying that “it would not be good if one becomes the only person in the world, and that is why they crow every morning to show their number……..yoruba proverb
All religion are valid as long as it teaches peace and love….Obara Meji
There are no disappointments in life, only lessons learned…Obara Meji