A long time ago, while I slept in my bed with my then husband, I heard footsteps coming to my room slowly. I tried to open my eyes but I heard a voice whisper to me to stay silent and keep quiet. I did. I heard the floorboards of my parquet floor squeak or creak as whoever it was walked slowly to the direction of my bedroom, and I laid still, frozen and afraid.
I tried to listen, not knowing what was to come, but trusting in the voice which told me to keep still. I heard my door slowly opened, and I wondered at Mr. High grade who was sleeping beside me, because he was a light sleeper and any slight noise would wake him up. Yet I heard his steady breathing. The footsteps came behind me and I felt something cold at the back of my enemy’s head (this is heavy and negative, so instead of writing ME, in reference to myself, I will refer it to my enemy…remember word, sound, power!) and then I heard BOOM!!!!
I jumped up screaming, which made Mr. High grade jump up trying to hold my hands which was trying to hold on to him in fright! I touched the back of my head, expecting to feel wet, blood perhaps, nothing. I was breathless and my heart was beating fast, he tried to calm me down, and I tried to calm down also. I began to pray, my breathing fast and my eyes wild with fright. I thought that my enemy had just been attacked for real. Everything felt so real. I was alive? My enemy was not hurt? I was befuddled.
I calmed down enough to relax and go back to sleep, but in the morning as I woke, I was still shaken and I looked at my pillow for signs of blood. There was none. I went to my Ifa for answers, and Orunmila is not an Orisha for confusion, the oracle did not tell me what happened, he just pointed the way for solution which was sacrifice to Orisha Ogun, which I did. Six week later I heard that my Godmother In Nigeria died from Kidney failure. Someone suggested that it was her who sent Juju to my enemy, she had been fighting my enemy spiritually, and I had no idea why, because I had loved her so much and I was very kind to her and her family.
Since that time, I have often wondered if my enemy died and did not know. I wondered if all this, the blog, being home with my children, reading people as I do everyday, doing sacrifices, all my daily doings were not real, but a carry over from the life before. I wondered if that night death had come, and My enemy continued into another world as if nothing happened.
I wondered this for a while and recently shared my feelings with my children who laughed at me and asked how would they factor into all of this? I responded and told them that perhaps, they were still o earth and this, seeing them, touching them, and all was JUST MY REALITY!
I know that i am alive, I just wanted to share with you my thoughts, however another thought which has been with me for a while is, Is the world, Earth as we know it an illusion? One big hologram? A holographic projection?
ShawnyRob our sometime blogger made this comment once on the perception post Yw did read here
This is his comment below
Hello all, this was yet another good post, briefly ones perception is ones reality, the way we perceive it colors the way we believe it. Our cognition is directly linked to our perception , the way we think about and process information is essentially our perception. Ones perception can be influenced based on the perspective from which one views things. For instance if one plays chess and views the board while siting close up on it ones perspective is limited and myopic , but when one pushes back from the table, or stands up , creating a birds- eye view, a whole new perspective is created and one can see angles and options which existed but were not recognizable or discernible from the previous not-so advantageous position. You see , sometimes we must reposition ourselves (spiritually, emotionally, mentally , and physically) in order to fully experience and access the information that is available to us, and thereby make informed decisions, and observations, based on the full utility of our faculties and resources.
Speaking to YW point regarding babies and their indoctrination into the ways of the world, I agree wholeheartedly. Unfortunately the systematic dogma of our society ruins us all from the beginning, by limiting our thoughts, imaginations and creative processes with cognitive conditioning. We are socialized like Pavlov`s dog to respond to certain institutional stimuli and social realities. Did any of you ever wonder why certain things in our lives are referred to or we recognize them by certain names? For example lets take something simple like the color blue,the reason why we recognize and perceive blue as blue and not red is because of social reality. Yes social reality, society told us that when you see this particular color you call it and perceive it as blue. My point being the same way were are programmed to recognize blue is the same way we are conditioned not to recognize spirit or other-worldly things which some of us know exist , and recognize in spite of the contradictions in society. Yes people perception.
This comment was in response to the perception post, yet I took it deeper into my thoughts of all that I had wondered about for years too timid to share with anyone, my thoughts were how would people see me were I to share these thought with them? Yet now I have decided to throw caution to the wind and share some of what is in my mind with you.
I have had messages which I channelled from non physical beings, suggesting many things which I have yet to completely understand, but I have often wondered about this world and is it real or are we somewhere else in another dimension living our lives here through holographic projection.
When Shawnyrob made his example about the color blue which I have highlighted for your purpose up top, it got me even thinking more, I am not sure why, but programming perhaps?, Yet not only about perception, but all the what if’s of our world and us who are here,…….here?. Are we really here? Really? what are your thoughts? Yet….“if you live in a bubble how would you know?”. Was this what the movie Matrix was all about? Are we playing out our lives on a giant chessboard throughout time and space, creating our reality as we go along, with one common theme in it which is the birth and death process, and chaos, balance, love, hate and all the inbetweens. Have any of you ever had these thoughts? Is this what Odu Ifa is trying to tell us and we just do not know? After all there is no death, but should we then question life as we know it?
and here with the link below someone sent it to me asking my thoughts, I wanted to share it with you;
Adìyẹ ńjẹ yangan, ó ńmu omi ó ńgb’ókùúta mì, ó tún ńsunkún àìléyín. Ṣé òbúkọ tó léyín ńjẹ irin ni? /
Hens eat corns, drink water and swallow stones, yet lament lacking teeth. Do goats eat pieces of iron with theirs?…Yoruba Proverbs!
[Be contented; shun greed]