THE SOUND OF SILENCE

When I was a little girl growing up in Kingston Jamaica, I was my mothers biggest fan. Oh how I loved her! I had no thought to the feeling that I had for her as a young child, (as in loving her so much), I only knew seeing her made me happy, and while all my sisters and small companions would go and play with each other I would sit by her feet while she sat with her friend Miss Ruth on our veranda and listen to her conversations. She was (she is still alive) a woman of strength and power. I was in awe  of her!

I realized as I grew that most of what I knew and applied to my life were from her and things that I either saw her do or what she taught us. I was most impressed by her spiritual knowledge, she never explained anything to us much in way of herbs and cures but whatever she did pertaining to things unseen (the dead) which may pass through our house (there was a certain smell they came with) or using kerosene oil and calico cloth and banana skin to remove a splinter deeply imbedded into our feet. Old time remedies never failed

I had no idea then that this woman was teaching me, preparing me for what I would later be, I doubt she even knew. She never taught me in the conventional way of teaching, she did as she did and I looked on, that was it, but  I looked on with keen interest, and in my brain I recorded and I remembered and I applied what I could to my life and to the life of others and to my beloved children.

I had no Idea that a time would come where we would leave Jamaica. I was sad of our leaving. Jamaica is the greatest place on Earth, so much vibes and filled with nature! It truly is, but I know now that all our lives are not the same and we each are destined for one thing or another, so when the wind comes to take us onto our next stage of life, we have to do as what is written, this is the code of life.

America taught me a lot, and I realized after I came and after going through so many torments, ups and down, that  which I had gone through, how could I have handled them if they had occurred in Jamaica? to migrate was a good thing, because it assisted me in finding my life path, which by that time I had no idea existed. I have a point to make do not get bored with the post, just continue reading!

Most of my life I have spent alone. It was hard at first, I had no idea that I needed to be alone. I believed that I needed friends and a social life and family and all the hullabaloo that was life. I had no idea that for the benefit of me finding my self and for the benefit of me using my life to assist others I needed to be alone, for in doing that was how I learned and discovered what I came to this plane with, which were/are hidden within the deep crevices of my mind , I did not need any distractions, I needed to slowly unlock all which I had brought with me.

At first, I fought loneliness. Loneliness had been with me forever, but as a child I paid it no mind. I had no friends growing up, in school I played by myself and if I got close to anyone, it lasted for a short time. (My children are all going through this very thing, yet I cannot explain to them what is to come from it for each or them individually, they all have their own life purpose, but it painful for me to watch as they struggle to comprehend why they are separate and apart from everybody they know). It seems to me that all my life I have been waiting for something, Whew! I have never expressed this before to anyone, and perhaps because all of you who may read this are nameless and faceless to me makes it easier to share my inner most personal thoughts. Please do not laugh, I know this is the internet and overtime, I would have shared my life with the world, but for now and in the moment (which is how I live my life) it is soothing for me to share these things. I will have no regrets!

I still am alone, sure I have my children, but I spend most of my time alone. There are moments when I integrate with the family, but after I find my space, usually in my bedroom where I lay in the dark and think, not worry (I have nothing to worry about, I know better) but I think! Still waiting for something, something which I know is coming and that something is good. I believe it is a message or perhaps messages. I am unsure, but I just know that I am waiting and have been my whole life. You should also know that I Chanel messages from non-physical beyond time and space.

While waiting for God knows what, I have done plenty with my life, my fantastic life. I have written in posts already about my fantastic life and people have asked me to explain what is so fantastic about my life. I never had to ponder or hesitate before answering, it is fantastic because I am alive, and I know my purpose! Read here. I started this blog because my awakening was very very hard, I felt as if I could not survive it (mentally) while I went through it read here , and for years I could not talk about it, it is still hard to speak of all that I went through.  When I began this blog site, I did not care about anything else than sharing my life lessons with you all and if you responded you did, if not, I told myself I would write every day until a voice told me to stop. I stopped for a while and was urged everyday through emails of people who had been reading and not commenting, but they stirred emotions in me, and I considered coming back to the blog, but I dragged my feet until blogger Sa-Fo emailed me, and what she said made me come back, I thank you Sa-Fo.

Over the weekend, the song below kept playing in my head, and I played it on my computer over and over again. I wondered what was the message. Messages comes to us from everywhere, but what was the message in this particular song? Embracing Spirituality is here, for how long will I continue to post and write, I honestly do not know, but for know I want you all to know that Iron sharpeneth Iron, and if I am here to answer your questions on spirituality, metaphysics, then ask the questions. Often times great post are up, and I expect to be questioned on them, but nothing! Silence.

I have peepers who email me everyday, they do not comments, but I will get email such as;

Dear Obara I read your blog and I would like your help, I need a job can you help me;

Dear Obara, I want to bring my lover back how can you help;

Dear Obara, I need to learn spirituality please help;

Dear Obara please teach me De Laurence Obeah;

And so many more, often times I do not respond, because I find myself offended by some of the request and other times, I take them funny and with others I respond, I allow my head to lead me, Yet here are people who are obviously reading the blog, the opportunity is there to ask questions and grow, yet they feel better in emailing me with ridiculous questions, (some)!

Here is a blog with much useful information and not much interactions, O ma se o (what a pity)! where was I, Obara Meji, when I was waking up with no one to help me, with nobody to ask what was happening to me, oh how I suffered in my awakening. It was because of compassion, why I opened my whole life to you all, so that if you had questions, as I did when I went through my awakening, about anything regarding life, religion, tradition, spirituality,  spirits, entities, ghost/duppy. angels. God. Orishas, anything at all, I would be here to assist. That is the purpose of this blog, of me sharing all and everything of me opening myself  up to ridicule and mockery, to criticism, to all things,

To this day, real Spiritual people, shut dem mouths, they will only tell you so much. While I have not let out any secrets from an initiate, I have been completely honest and open in sharing what I know. The day will come when this blog exists no more and many people will say, “If I had known”, mark my words! I will be alive and well, but no longer accessible to all. I am here in this world to teach, to raise your consciousness and mine also while helping you, I am sure  of it. Of this I am sure.

For sometime now, I have been hearing silence! I listened and heard it again. I pondered on it and wondered what should I do, I felt like closing myself off and shutting down the blog and going away (real talk, remember I am dealing with my fear of rejection, read here), I feel as if I am writing and sharing and it is all in vain,. I know, I know, it is not so, but that is how I feel. You do not have to reassure me, the feeling is my own and it may be attributed to whatever energy is around me now. I feel as if what I wanted to accomplish here on this blog (teaching) has missed its mark, and I now feel foolish! I hear silence and it does not sound good!

“The Sounds Of Silence”

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence.

“Fools,” said I, “You do not know –
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you.
Take my arms that I might reach you.”
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sound of silence.