Good day to you all my lovely bloggers. Today I want us to discuss a power which we all have. Something innate within all of us, something so strong and powerful, but many of us do not understand this power or even take notice of its presence or its inner workings. It is the power of the mind.
When I first saw my husbands picture, I was impressed by not only his looks, but everything about him looked good to me. I had previously gotten rid of Mr. High Grade and wondered where was I to go next, what would the next stage of my life bring? I had often told myself that if he (high grade) and I broke up, that I would stay man free for the rest of my life. I hadn’t been with many people in my life time and I wanted it to stay that way.
I met my husband in the role of who he is, a Babalawo. I was introduced to him by my clients fiance who lived in Nigeria. He checked/consulted Ifa for me and I was amazed of his strength and knowledge in Ifa, but I had no thought to him as a man and someone I would be interested in, mi mind neva deh pon man. My mind was not on man or relationship at all. There would be times when my client’s boyfriend would call me and he would be with his Oluwo (this name is a chieftancy title in Ifa, which makes him a chief), who would later become my husband, and he would hand the phone to him and I would greet this wonderful Babalawo with great respect as they are to be greeted.
The client’s boyfriend then sent me a picture one day of his Oluwo, my now husband. I was shocked at his photo. When I spoke to him,his voice was so strong and powerful, I believed him to be an old or older man, but the picture I saw was that of a very handsome looking young man, pretty cool black skin and hazel, hazel, hazel beautiful eyes. He was finely dressed, and had sexy bow legs. Bloggers, me fall dung inna love same time, when mi si de picture, I swear,…… boof mi lan inna love….. I wanted that man. On top of it he did not have the Big bell peppa nose, or the boxing gloves in the middle of his face for a nose which I avoid in any man I am ever involved with. Yes people big nose is a turn off to me, oh and piggish looking nose, cock eye, rotten teeth, bad breath, oily skin, oonuh get de picture, mi very peculiar. He was fine, as they say in Africa, very fine. I looked at his photo everyday, admiring this very handsome man and powerful to boot.
I had no idea that he would be mine and I his, but I was so smitten, that I would lay in my bed at nights and imagine him laying next to me, and my pillow became him. I would call my pillow Oluwo, and wrap my legs around the pillow and hug it to me, all the while imagining his face and calling his name. I did this every night, every striking night, I imagined him laying next to me. The amount ah kiss up dah deh pillow get!! Can some one say straight Jacket!
Now let me be clear to you all. This was not ritual or spiritual work I was doing, I just knew I was in love with him and I thought he was out of my reach so I began to fantasize about what I believed I could not have. How was I to get him? I am not a forward woman to say to my clients boy friend “Set mi up nuh”, abomination, never in my life would I look any man! I am a very feminine woman and pride myself on being a lady, and that would not do at all. Me fi look man? Never!! Yet he made my heart drop, like when an elevator is about to stop, and race at the mention of his name or the thought of him, I did not have to ask like Bob Marley did, is this love that I am feeling! I knew it was, it was sweet and painful altogether.
So for weeks, I focused my love on my pillow, and the imaginary romance was on. My children who I told all laughed at me, and we laughed together. They were happy for me and my affair with the pillow stand in for my Oluwo. I was for a while saddened by the breakup of my marriage, ( not missing the Ex, but wondering what next). Expecting something but what?
One day I went to my Ifa and consulted with him. He had given me an Odu (coded message) which I was unfamiliar with. I called my Client’s boy friend in Africa, and asked if I could speak to his Oluwo. He assured me that when he got to his office he would call me and we would get to speak. Although I wanted to know how to appease this particular Odu, My senses raced at the thought of speaking to my secret crush. Glad bag buss!
Moses was the client’s boyfriend name, and so Moses called me and gave the phone to his Oluwo, my crush and he instructed me on what to do. I had to asked him to repeat it several times for me as I was so caught up with his voice and accent, I could not follow what he was saying. Love had rendered me temporarily deaf/and an half idiot. De love fi de man did ah bubble up inna mi like a tin ah pepsi. The odd thing about our conversation was I think he knew! It felt as if he was smiling through the phone and I worried about that, I worried about him knowing that I was so smitten by him, I silently prayed that he did not know.
He called me throughout the day asking if I had completed the sacrifice for the Odu. He had never called me before nor I he, but on the day I spoke with him, I asked Moses for his number and told Moses to give my number to him also. It thrilled me every time he called, and he was so concerned about me that I was touched, and my secret love for him grew even stronger.
I completed the order for the Odu, and he called me when I was preparing it and tutored me along to make sure it was done correctly. In the next couple of days he would call me to check on me, and it sweet me every time, never in my life did I feel like this for anyone, never! . Several days after he called me, he told me he wanted to know how I was doing, by this time I was dreaming him every night, still hugging my pillow and burying my head in its comfort, my Oluwo!
While speaking to me, he asked me when will I come to Nigeria, I blushed behind the telephone and told him I wanted to come in December but I had nowhere to stay, he immediately told me that I could stay in one of his houses, I could stay with him, but I should know that before I leave Nigeria I would be his wife and pregnant with his son.
Mi nearly drop dung, my eyes widened, Oh My God! Did he just say that!….Mi all stawt pick out de pickney name inna mi head!
I played it cool and said “Oluwo, Oh my God, why did you say that? while smiling and blushing behind my phone, while my heart raced and ringing my hands like a school girl, love is a wicked ting ei nuh man. He said “my Ifa told me that you are my wife! He told me that he had been dreaming of me for a long time and he wondered about it,why did I haunt his dreams when he did not even know me, so he called some Babalawo’s and they came to his office and they consulted Ifa and it was revealed that I was his wife from heaven, meaning he was my destiny. This is where our love story began and has continued to this day, because every day I love my husband just a little bit more, and he loves me the same, galang Barrington Levy. Thank you Orunmila, Thank you Osun! I still feel my heart lounge forward whenever he walks into a room, and my love for him increases daily, I thank God for him! The love he shows me, I can never explain! I pray God for him always.
The power of the mind is wonderful. I fell in love with this man on sight (of his picture), and I claimed him by calling my pillow his name and declaring that he was my husband. It happened. Perhaps I willed it so, or it was just meant to be, but I know that with will power and belief you can achieve anything you desire.
This is my own personal story that I cherish, I never thought I would share it publicly, because it still is a comfort to me at times when I am alone. I shared it with you all, to show you the power of the mind. I wanted him and I got him. This is not the first time that my mental powers worked for me, it is all about using it the correct way. I have to be honest with you and say that I did not set out to get him this way, but I genuinely felt what I felt and I believed that he was mine and that created our lives together, something connected us. He was on another continent and felt me also, so much that he began to see me in his dreams, and here we are together and happy. It can happen for you also. Just believe in whatever you want and instruct your mind to get it for you. The law of attraction? perhaps, but it goes deeper than that.
I have written here before, that I always seem to be expecting something, I am never sure what but there with me is always an air of expectancy. It is my mind, allowing me to know that there are no limitations to my life, it can only be there if I allow it. Now I had no idea that I would be with this man whom I love so much. Look at the distance of where we live, yet I focused on him and it happened. I knew that I had to leave High grade, the time had come, I was unhappy for a while, but because of not wanting to venture outside and begin again, I allowed my unhappiness to be, until I could not take it any more, or better yet, the time had come for me to let go, and I did
We all have the power to achieve anything, we must tell our selves so.
“Dare to dream! If you did not have the capability to make your wildest wishes come true, your mind would not have the capacity to conjure such ideas in the first place. There is no limitation on what you can potentially achieve, except for the limitation you choose to impose on your own imagination. What you believe to be possible will always come to pass – to the extent that you deem it possible. It really is as simple as that.”
― Anthon St. Maarten
Ibi gbogbo là ńdá’ná alẹ́, ọbẹ̀ ló kàn dùn ju ra wọn lọ /
Supper is prepared in every home, some stews are simply tastier than others……Yoruba Proverb!
[Everyone is blessed; it’s the degrees that are different]
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!