In the mornings when I get up, after cleansing myself, going to my shrine where I pray and meditate, I then face the computer, wondering what do I write today. As I have told you all often, I am very spontaneous, so I do not plan, I just do what comes to mind. This works for me, however I do admire planners, they have the good quality of patience.
When I open the laptop and go into the admin panel of the site, still not knowing what to write, I would most often then hear a soft presence of a voice giving me a topic (soft presence of voice, is the only description which comes to me when trying to tell you that it is a voice, yet no audio), it is just the weirdest thing (well, not really) I understand it. It feels as if I have companions over my shoulder every morning telling me what to write (which I do), dictating as I tap out the letters on the key board one by one. This morning, I was told to write about The Life Of A Spiritualist, and to title it as written above in the titled section of the post.
When I was a young girl in Jamaica, I was with my mother one day on our way home from her work place where I had gone to meet her after school. She worked at the University Of The West Indies Hospital. While waiting for my mother who had ran into the market for a quick second before the bus was due to arrive, this was in Kingston a place called Papine, she warned me to stay where I was and not to talk to strangers, I heard a woman singing and playing the tambourine.
The song was a Christian Chorus, one I had never heard before (as I went to a Posh (stush) church, which uptown Jamaicans went to, although I wasn’t uptown Jamaican) and one that I have never forgotten. The woman was a short black skinned woman with plain features, she was dressed in pristine white. Her head also wrapped in white. She was what Jamaican people called Poco or revivalist. Which are people who are members of a spiritual church in Jamaica called Zion/Revival. Very powerful people in days gone by, I do not know about these nowadays ones!
Many of these churches offered healing, warnings of problems to come, and helped solve problems people were having and so people (through fear and ignorance) called many of these people Obeah man or woman. Obeah in Jamaica is a word used in our Jamaican dialect to suggest evil doers or doings. This is simply not so (not all Obeah workers in a negative evil way, or rather not all people called so do bad things, some are excellent healers and great spiritual teachers and helpers, Jamaicans refer to me as such also, I love the name), but the stigma remains, and this is mainly due to Christianity and their fear.
The song was:
Something in my heart
like a stream coming down
it makes me feel so happy
as happy as I can be
and when I think of Jesus
and what he has done for me
Something in my heart like a stream running down!
She kept repeating this song, with her strong voice and with the beating of the tambourine, which sounded like a drum, I guess owing to her skills. People had gathered around her. She has pencils tucked inside her head wrap, beside her ear, which suggested that she was was a reader/diviner and that she received messages. I did not know it at the time, but neither did I know that I would one day grow up to be like her, or do as she did, (wearing white and wrapping my head, even playing the tambourine, and attending a spiritual church as I use to do). In hindsight, I guess I was shown a glimpse of my future through the woman, as I looked on, fascinated by her strength of presence, the raw energy she let off, with her no nonsense facial expression, her body movement while playing the tambourine, her singing, and what she was about to say to one particular person who was in the crowd.
People had gathered, but no one helped her sing, she did not need it, she was like a chorus unto her self, she was self assured and in the moment of her glory, honoring her God and pulling the energy of spirits which I am sure everybody felt. I was about eight years or nine years old back then, but I too felt it. The air was hot, not like the Jamaican heat we experienced everyday, a different kind of heat had come, non-physicals which the woman had invoked through song had come, and it felt as if the crowd there were larger than what it was.
All of a sudden she stopped singing and said, “There is someone in the crowd who is sick with their eyes and is just now coming from the hospital (the one where mama worked which was close by), step forward”.
Silence, and nobody moved.
She called out again, “There is someone in the crowd who is sick with their eyes and is just now coming from the hospital , step forward”.
The same, no one moved. Eyes moved about the crowd to see who would stepped forward,the crowed was hushed, almost like a suspense drama on life time television, goosebumps filled my little arms, the suspense was too much!
Again she said, a little louder, “There is someone in the crowd who is sick with their eyes and is just now coming from the hospital , step forward!.
Nothing, Zilch, Nada, no one responded.
She then (I guess ran out of patience, no one dared made a fool out of her) walked into the crowd and dragged a heavy set Black woman with blood red eyes, out of the crowd, the woman had a look of embarrassment on her face as she silently wept, the crowd including me sighed. Holding onto her hands, “madda” (mother), is what Jamaicans call people such as this mysterious woman) admonished the woman for not answering her call.
She asked the woman why didn’t she come forward, and told the woman that God sent her (Madda) to come out there for her. She told the woman, that she had been going to the Hospital for a long time, because of the eyes, and there was nothing the doctors could do, because the problem with the eyes was not medical, it was spiritual. As the Story was about to be unfolded, and everybody inched closer, including me, to hear the rest of what ‘Madda” had to say, I felt my mother tugging on my arm, saying “Come on Obara, the bus is leaving!
My mother, who was spiritual herself, she knew a lot of the spiritual world and of medicines and cures, but because of the stigma such acts or knowledge brought forth upon a persons name in Judgmental, bible beating, ugly church hat wearing Jamaica, she stayed clear of churches like the one Madda attended and of people like Madda.
As she dragged my arm that day, dragging me away from Madda and her dealing/healing with the strange woman, little did my mother know that she was dragging the arm of a Future Madda, her daughter, which was me, Obara “Madda” Meji,……..lol, grung!
The job that my mother refused to do,because of shame and fear, had fell hard upon my shoulders, and there was no escaping it. The road was going to be rough, and it was, I have written about my awakening many times here before, and how jarring it was, and I still have not told you all the half of it, but as I look at my life and the struggles I have gone through, and still at times going through, I am happy that God chose me or that I signed on for this kind of life.I am happy to be one who is there to assist and help connect and awakened those who need help along the way. I am one who people can come to when in doubt or experiencing fear, who people trust and look up to, and I am happy that I have chosen the right hand side of the street to walk. However It is not an easy road, the life of a spiritualist, is not an easy road.
When I started this journey, which I can positively say, I have always been on this journey, but when I became fully awake, and could now discern, read, divine, help people with things of a spiritual nature, it was very rough for me. Whenever people would come to me for readings, after I had read them and they left, I was drained of energy. I would have to lay down and rest in between clients. During those times, I did not know that whatever burden, load they carried were relieved off them as they entered my home, and so I, being the spiritual sponge, had taken it up for them. It was a part of my job, unbeknownst to me. I had no one to guide me through my graduating years, Mr. Mitchel one of my mentors was by now stricken with the dreaded Alzheimer disease, (he did the work,but denied the spirits, because of his Christian beliefs), Mr. Pierre another one of my mentors, had made his transition, and Connie (My Padrino’s God daughter) had blocked me from seeing or contacting Padrino.
As a spiritualist, you take on the problems and burdens of clients. Whatever they are being plagued with, as they become a client of yours, their problem becomes your problem. If they are being attacked by demons, the demons now will attack you, because you pose the threat of getting rid of them. Often times, they will leave the victim and begin terrorizing you the spiritualist instead, this has happened to me quite often enough. For example, please read here. This story is only one of many.
Once I was in church and we were all standing, singing and dancing when I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my right leg, it went and came again, which made me wince in pain every time. Something told me to look over at a woman who was standing beside me, (she was one of my church “praise the Lord” enemies), and as I did she caught my eye, so I had to ask her if she was experiencing a pain in her right leg, she came over to me, (the place was noisy) and whispered that she had been experiencing the pain for about two weeks and the doctors found nothing wrong. The pain left the woman that day, but guess who left the church with it?
Another time I went with Mother Witch (the wicked woman I have written about on the site before) to battle some demon/duppies who were taking set on some people in Connecticut, Connecticut like Long Island is filled with Ghosts. After I came home, for two days, I was discombobulated, I did not know my right from my left. Mr. Mitchel had not lost it all as yet and I called him and he instructed me on what to do, telling me that the woman I went with did not dispatch the ghosts properly and so they were attacking me instead.
I thank him for the knowledge he gave me on how to handle the situation is still with me today, and I still use it.
Spiritual/Traditional people, those of us who signed up to come here to this world and to be the (Human) medium, the bridge connecting those who have no memory of their former lives within the realm of spirits where they once lived or the earthly lives they lived before, for those of us, who are knowledgeable in the art of using roots,leaves and plants for healing, using the earth, soil, dirt for preventative measures, and the extraordinary use of water for all things upon the face of this earth, those of us who know how to use the spoken and unspoken words to open a spiritual door, turn the keys to locks, unable to be seen by the physical eyes, but the energy easily felt by anyone around, for those extraordinary people who can contact the ancestors, and angelic beings, elemental and nature spirits, who can dive to the bottom of the Ocean without being wet, and who can travel to the core of the earth and come back with messages, for all Seers and Prophets, Mediums, Diviners, Healers, for all these people, Spiritualist, Traditionalist, whether they walk the good or bad road, I Obara Meji, as a member of the elite (here elite means we who are set apart from the rest) set of human beings,can tell you, it is not an easy road.
The path which is taken when awakening begins is an arduous one. Although we all came into the world innately connected,the memory of who we are is left behind, far, far behind, only snippets of our former earthly lives comes through to some of us and of our spiritual selves we may get a glimpse at times during our travel into the dream world.
Here we are, people who have come to serve the world and bridge the gap, fill in the lines, servicing humanity.
If we are honest with ourselves, and If Jesus really did exist as the bible speaks of him, then he too was as I am and others like me, for he performed extraordinary works, and he had a very rough road. Jesus, the Obeah man of the bible! Christians, please stop clutching your pearls, I am only saying out loud what the Bible said, just not in so many words, and I mean no disrespect!
This means to know who we are, or when we have to wake up, there are many obstacles to cross before this journey can be completed, often times draining the physical body and wearing out the mind. If one is not strong during this process, they may not physically or mentally recover, read here. I had no idea that I would be a part of normal society as my awakening was maddening and that is putting it mildly.
I laugh at myself now as I write, but there were times during my awakening that I would attempt to go to the supermarket, someone was always with me, because I was very weak, my energy drained because of all the trips I had been taking to the realm of spirits, and because of all the non-physicals who wee with me as my teachers, their vibration is very high, and so being with me, while teaching me, they drained me of energy. As I would get to the doors of the market, I would run out, afraid to go in, looking around wildly, running back to the car, lol. I did not understand what I saw back then, and neither did those patient people who were with me, they never judged me. God is great, but now as I am older and much wiser, I know what I saw then,though unrecognizable to me,I saw the energy, raw and intense of everyone in the market. Those sick, those sad, and those who had lost the love they had or who had never loved before. I saw all the pain and sorrow of the world, and I ran!
God, your job is not an easy one, this I know for sure, lol.
Panic attacks and anxiety attacks was with me all the time, depression tried to be my best friend, but I fought it and won!
For the people who have endured what I have and even more, like my husband, who told me that at times for days he did not eat, had no clean water to drink, or even bath with, as a boy after his parents died, just a small child, he was made to sleep in what we call passage, or hall way of relatives house, on hard concrete, with flies and mosquitoes, no sheets or pillows, no one cared for him, and as he learned Ifa, he suffered almost like a slave to the people of his household and compound, yet he said to who he is now and for what he has learned in his life, for all his knowledge of Ifa and all the medicines and the vast knowledge that he has, he would do it all over again and so would I, although I beg God, please have mercy on me, should I return to this realm, and not let me go through what I did before. I shudder to remember it.
I do this blog for you all. I am your mentor, your guide, your source of reference, your light (one of them) to the world of the unknown. I offer myself freely to your questions and to your search, genuinely. You are fools if you do not take the opportunity granted unto you, all of you, because in this world to find a genuine person, one will sweat hard. Who ever finds me, is supposed to, and who ever appreciates me, God bless you! I am here, loving, kind, helpful and willing, Do not suffer in your awakening as I did, lean on me!
I LOVE YOU ALL
Òní kò lè ba àná jẹ́, ọ̀la kò sì lè ba òní jẹ́, ṣùgbọ́n ìbàjẹ́ ọ̀la, ọwọ́ òní ló wà. /
Today can’t destroy yesterday and tomorrow can’t destroy today, but the destruction of tomorrow is in the hands of today…..Yoruba Proverb!
[Act wisely; don’t sacrifice the future for the present]
Everything comes when it must, and everything happens for a reason, do not hurry your life, what is destined for you, cannot escape you, just keep the faith, be patient and be prayerful, filled with compassion, kindness and respect for all, let these qualities be among your name, God will fill in the rest…..Obara Meji!
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