August 21, 2014 Obara Meji 18Comment

Please remember that there will be our book club discussion tonight beginning at 8pm, Lalibela Nile will be our moderator. I know that the book is quite large and some might not have finished it, but as Cami suggested, you can go through with a note pad and write down key points which connects with you, I would prefer you all to read it however. It is important that we All try to be here for this. In high School, especially if you were schooled in North America, our history, African history, were not taught us, not in the way these scholars which will be introduced to you over the course of time with this book club. All people are welcome to join in, not only people of color, because we should strive to know about each others history, as we are all connected, regardless of what you may believe. I urge the peepers, to join in, knowledge is not only power but it is something which makes you feel good. These discussions will be from now on every Thursday, and so at the end of tonight’s discussion, the assignment for next week will be posted, again if anyone has a topic they would like considered, please let me know. The topic will be on the topic sticky above!

 

 

Good morning, this morning I had a very weird dream, I know it has a meaning and it seems to be more that one but there are certain elements to the dream which bugs me. I did not have anything late to eat, and I had the dream this morning around six o’clock in the morning, so often times when someone dreams at that hour, the dream tells the truth, or give a important message, this I know for sure.

I will not bother to go through the intricacies of the dream, only the parts which stands out where I saw myself with a naked man (oonuh doe laugh, bredda look good to ei si) I did not see his manly parts and he and I were sitting atop the bonnet of a car, an enemy who use to be someone I knew very well had taken me somewhere to buy me jewelry, she had taken me at first (like bredda look good waited outside) inside to see the jeweler who turned out to be my Oluwo (chief) which is the Jamaican Babalawo who first took me to Africa, we have since part ways. He was shocked to see me as was I, but it seemed as if he was the one to make the jewelry for me the greeting between us was solemn at best and so she explained what she wanted to him, and he told me to wait outside.

I went to sit on the bonnet with my hunky guy and while we waited for the girl to come out, he and I chatted. I leaned my neck over and told him to give me a hickey (memba sey inna de dream him ah mi man enuh), he proceeded to do so, and as he did I pretended that it was Vampire Bill from “True Blood” sucking on my neck (ok, that’s not true in real life, but if mi ever buck up Vampire Bill, my neck he shall nyam, fi long, long , long). He was not chewing the necking hard enough, so I instructed him to go harder so that the hickey can stand out and be pronounced. The woman then came out and she had a box in her hand, in the box she had a lot of rich looking big pendants for chains, she gave me two and told me to choose of the two, I did, after he and I carefully examined them and I made my choice I went back into the shop with her to the man, he had a young gal girlfriend who seemed stern with him and shocked at seeing me< I do not know why, as I had never seen her before.

I paid him some money of which I had a bunch, and he and I were left alone, he looked older than when I last saw him and he seemed tired, he sat down on a chair and he wanted to tell me something, I watched him keenly, and as he was about to tell me what he wanted to, he took a deep breath and died! I woke up.

This dream has a meaning, I have no idea what as yet, but there is a message here for me, perhaps more than one. No, it is not no fallen angel kissing mi neck, nor is the man my spirit husband, but what stands out in  the dream for me is the Oluwo, the pendants, and the fact that he died before he could tell me what he wanted to.

This morning I woke up excited about out discussion tonight on History, black history. I felt good that I had that to look forward to, Our book club, and the discussions ahead. The fact that I could also share this dream with you all, made me think about how blessed we all are, especially those of you who actively blog along and spend time together, reading and learning from each other, and from me. Often times I get emails, random emails from peepers asking me for advice, they read the blog but do not comment or interact, and while that is nice that they are here, and I do understand that interaction is not for everybody, It however makes me think to my self of the nerve some may have in asking me “How to do this or that”?, I am not saying that the cannot, but it leaves a rather bitter taste in my mouth, it almost seems like “using me”….The reason why I am saying this is not to make the ones who have done this feel bad, but because I love people and I really do not mind some asking for advice, but there have been some whom I do not know, who have never blogged with us before, who have reached out to me and have sought help from me, which I have given, but I have never heard from them “Thank You”. I always follow up, and with the ones I have helped, I have reached out through email after and asked “Are you alright now”, No response! For me it is painful.

To the peepers who are peeping and not blogging, not interacting if you have any questions of the posts, and you feel like emailing me and asking me about it, you are welcome to do so, to those who wants recipes to enhance their lives, I am not the one, unless you are coming to me as a client, then I have no problem but before you think to email me and ask me how to use whatever for money or to capture a man, or whatever, please know that I will not respond to those emails! Who wrong me, oonuh talk up!

This blog as with all blogs (I believe ) is a space where people with common interest gather at different times in the day or night to read, learn, inquire, vent, laugh (as in the case with us here), socialize and then some. When I created this space, It was at a time when I was very sad, almost depress ( I wasn’t, I said almost). I was sure that what I wanted to share would appeal to others who had the same plight, or who appreciate my stories.

It is important to have relationships with people who have a common interest or share the same likes as you do. The mind is a wonderful thing and there are people in life who does not “fit” in with those who are considered normal, But what exactly is normal, and who the hell determines that? We all have our own beliefs and our own set of values, some core deep and some shaky enough to be shifted or changed. For most people, within their thought process, it is not a matter of right and wrong, but of moral or non moral issues and how it is dealt with at home or within communities.

In any relationship it is important to measure the value or interest commonly shared, although for a great debate, when things are odd/opposite there fires up the engines of the minds involved, which makes for great excitement. Opposites works quite well at times, as long as the fire which is let out is “friendly”, and the embers properly put out when finished.

While growing up, I lamented at my lack of friends, how hard it was for me to have friends and keep them, I knew that I did nothing wrong to drive people away from me. but as I made a friend, within no time, the friendship would fade and for no apparent reason.

It took a while for me to understand that we were not operating on the same frequency, we were not at the same level in life, we had no common interest, not only on a physical level but most importantly on a spiritual level.

We must and I mean must understand that our spiritual self is even more important than our physical being. While we must attend to the physical body, keeping it in shape and feeding it and all things, we must however pay attention to life and those around us and the energy which are a part of our space, day in and out. There must be a certain connection between people in order for them to form a friendship or even a relation, I have realized that we here on Embracing spirituality are much alike in many ways. With most blogs the drive is not only getting a message across but also garnering an audience, with me it is different, I am after the mind, the thoughts, the behavior of a certain set of people who are seeking to know such as myself. I want the communion, and the bond the love and appreciation, and the light, which is here. I thank Olodumare (God)

I must say that I am pleased with all of my bloggers, and when I got up today, I had no topic in mind, because I so anticipated tonight’s discussion on Black History, but I had hoped to share my dream with you all who I consider my family here in cyber world, and as I typed  my dream, taping one by one on my laptop, it came to me that here I was sharing this personal vision with my people, people who would read it and ponder on it seriously for me and discuss it with me. I stopped midway in my writing and looked at all my bloggers in my mind and came up with this post which I call Common Interest, because that is what has brought us together, this need to learn, this yearning to know and understanding things deeper than what we know. We who are the same kindred spirits have found each other, isn’t God amazing!, for all this I am glad.

I will not let this post carry away too long as I have finished reading the assigned book for our discussions, but I will write on this topic more at a later date.

 

Ìwà kì í fi oníwà sílẹ̀ /
A person’s character sticks to him…..Yoruba Proverb!

[Character cannot be counterfeited; one cannot feign to be who one is not for very long]

 

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

 

There are no disappointments in life, only lessons learned…..Obara Meji!

 

 

 

 

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MTH
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Hey Ty

MTH
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YW, respect. Just saw your comments. Ty, bless up.

Ty
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Hey sis

Ty
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Such a sad story Mth…people do worse out there than prostituting…

Obara, the dream has several messages…it looks bad for the oluwo…

Obara Meji
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Ah dat me sey tuh Ty, but what is the pendant?

Obara Meji
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Agree ooooo!

Obara Meji
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I agree Yw

Obara Meji
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Yes ur xorrect

Ty
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Not sure what that signifies…you have always picked correctly in your dreams when given choices…

MTH
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Teach, it is so sad.

MTH
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Teach mi waan raise a pint…(Slightly off topic)…

Yesterday, while I was heading home on the staff bus, rain fell so everyone went home (no gym or sky-larking on the road)…While we were on the bus the 5:00 p.m. news was read. On the news it was reported that this hooker was found dead in a hotel room on Back Road (Red light district in Portmore)…The news said that she came from Westmoreland…People on the bus started to talk….

My friend was also on the bus and he just said, well it made sense that she came to Town, no one will know her. So while we were talking, he said you know, you have some nice pple (not his exact words, cant remember right this minute) that are prostitues. He said they some just enter the game to better themselves and eventually stop…Last week in the Reincarnation post, both Toy and myself said that we believe that we were prostitues in a previous life…I had nothing bad to say about this prostitue that was killed…

This morning will getting dressed for work, the news was reading and the had more info on the dead girl…They said she attended a prominent university in Kingston. She would go to school in the days and trade her wares at night..Immeadiately when I heard that my heart broke. Prostitution is wrong, no matter how you slice and dice it. However, people were coming down hard onher and said the worse about her without even knowing her story. You might ask, am I saying it is better to sell and have a degree than do not sell and do not have a degree…

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MTh, nuff respect. I have to post my counter opinion here and please no offense to anyone. I do not think that prostitution in and of itself is wrong. It is a woman’s (or man’s) right, as long as they are of a certain age, to do as they will with their body. I say legalize and de-stigmatize prostitution. Then regulate it so that prostitutes are safer and increase the penalty for child molestation and rape to death.

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Additionally, I would say that there is no deception in prostitution. All parties know what to expect. It is only wrong when it is someone’s profession and theier significant other does not know or if the “John”(“Joanne”) is using a prostitute without their significant other. It is the deception that is wrong.

Obara Meji
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Lol!!

Obara Meji
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I have never had anything bad to say about a prostitute, it is their trade, their body and the oldest profession, so sorry to hear this, she was someone’s child!

MTH
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No Teach yu know sey a we sey talk di choot an shame di devil (its just a saying, nuh badda bamb rush mi)…

Obara Meji
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Grung! Ongle you MTH, lmaooooooo

MTH
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Greetings my people, my people, my people (inna mi Emprezz Goling voice)….

Teach a capital interest wi have, nothing nuh common bout wi. LOL…

Well, I dont like the idea of people coming to you for help and not even once can they turn around and blog or even say thank you…This has been a problem from way back when (biblical days)…There is a story about the 10 lepers who got cleansed and only 1 numo turned around to say thanks…Its not cute.

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