THE POWEHOUSE THAT IS OUR MOTHER

Good day my friends, today an anonymous blogger decided to share their thoughts with us in the form of a post, and I think the topic is wonderful. I always write on this site about my mother and about being a mother.  As for my own mom, my memories of growing up with her in my beautiful island Jamaica are some of my fondest memories. She is alive and well along with my father, I thank God. Growing up with her, I can say I have learned a lot by just watching her, she had the sweetest cooking hands, and she gifted it to me and i have in turn gifted it to my daughters. She was highly spiritual, but very secretive about her spiritual knowledge, because she did not want Jamaicans to stigmatize her, calling her Obeah woman. I love my Jamaicans, but they are silly when it comes to defending the bible and Jesus Christ. They are more Christian than Africans who have taken up the battle for Jesus, and there is no war, in Jesus name. Mi shame ah dem and their slave mentality (locked up in the bible), but then again so was I at one time in my life, so I do understand. But FREE AT LAST, THANK GOD ALMIGHTY I AM FREE AT LAST! (lol)

The role of a mother is a great one. I am a mother and I take the role very seriously, especially since I had a dead beat baby father, not one but two. I never took them to court (I just could not bother) and the wicked one even told me one day when I threatened to take him there, that I should go ahead, he will make sure not to work, so that I would not get anything. This was not the reason why I did not take him, I simply could not bother. I grew my children on my own, no help from government, no standing on the corner in my pum pum shorts and red heels, chewing my bubble gum and waving at cars (shout out to the working girls, big up oonuh self, Obara do not have anything against you), I attribute my help to God and my non physicals.

I must say I did a very good job and am proud of my children. I have one boy who gets feisty (facety) now and again. There are times when he is good and another time when he has an attitude toward me. It hurts me when he does this, because not one of my children can ever say that they ever suffered as they grew, and he is the only one who does this from time to time, depending on his mood. They were always alright, and up to the time (kept modern and never lacked), in other words, they didn’t wear skippy’s to school (nothing wrong with skippy’s) while other children wore Jordans, (cuts eye off Michael Jordan and wicked Nike who pressured children to compete in school and many single mothers to put on that pum pum shorts and wave to cars).

I did more than my best. This morning this same son fanned (shrugged) me off while I was speaking to him. It hurt me to see him do this this and so I shouted at him. It all was sparked by me saying to him when he came out of his room, “Yuh Cyaan sey good morning”? De Boy ketch attitude, and fanned me off. He does this at times (facety himself), and his siblings beg me not to get upset, but I could not help it this morning after he did that. When he left I slammed the door loudly behind him (opened it and slammed it again, theatrically, lol), and then went in his room to mash up everything in there, just done de room, play station and all,I hesitated. I called my oldest, and complained, she tried to calm me down, but I had to calm my self down. The spirits intervened and began saying their own

I listen to myself, and my spirit who told me that the boy was really one of my teachers. I then fanned them off not wanting to hear anything like that, My teacher?, This renking bwoy ah my teacher?, I challenged them.

“Yes”, came the patient response.

“Obara Meji”, said the faceless voices of wisdom, “You have mastered many things, but you still have not mastered temperance, patience, ou have come a long way, but this boy came to teach you more through his actions and your response”. To which I answered “what more patience am I to be tested with after all I have been through already?.

“This boys actions, depends on your reaction to him, he is your teacher, one of many, and he will always be, now that you know the role he has in your life, it will be easier to deal with his attitudes or they may even vanish forever”, My heart came down right then and there, and I realized that I thanked the non physicals for that. So when the blogger sent this in, I thought “oh wow”.

They told me that his role in my life was to bring me into alignment with complete patience and not to be distracted by things, which can solve themselves, my goodness was coming, but I had to be tested before it arrived, good things do not come into a chaotic space. They said I have allowed his actions, which are not as great as what other parents go through with their children, to get me off balance and this is something that I have to learn or else it will never stop. I began to see the message clear. Even I Obara Meji can go through these things. I am human after all.

The other day I hopped onto FB because I needed a distraction from the problems my enemy was facing, but also because I felt prompted to.

Have you ever set off somewhere, not knowing where you are going or what you are looking for, but still you press at your inner man’s insistence? I do. I learnt how to when one day, we took our mother to the department store to find a wedding outfit. It was sale season (when I say sale season, I don’t mean the 50% off that other people go crazy over, no, the real sale i.e 70% off. That is when Africans know you mean business) so the women’s clothing section was in utter shambles. It was like some angry villagers had turned it upside down looking for a well dressed Frankenstein. My mother found the perfect dress suit but it needed a cream camisole  to make a complete outfit- and not just any cream camisole either – a specific colour, and material. She looked around and realizing that it would be like finding the proverbial needle in a haystack, sighed and gave up. I was not so easily deterred! I silently surveyed the store, and set off in a particular direction, ignoring my mother’s calls to stop (she can be so dramatic. You’d think I was going off to fight ISIS) and in the furthest corner, tucked away and hidden out of view, was the perfect camisole. Like I said, the inner man can sometimes send you off on a blind journey and it is best not to bother asking why/what/where. The destination will always be for your highest good.

And so it was that I stumbled on this Nigerian priest’s FB account and when I read his posts, I realized why I had found him. Every other post related to what was stressing my enemy’s entire being – problems

“Everybody is afflicted with one or two problem, but the way will handle it matters a lot.”

“Having problems in life is not your fault. It is your fault when you die with them.”

“Don’t feel sad or worry about your problem there is always a good reason for ı̣̣̣t.”

“No problem can be solved without the help of powerful prayer, strong spell or ritual.”

Looking at this, a third party might think “these are not profound” and you are right, they are not, but they were words of encouragement that my dejected, weary spirit needed to hear and coming from a benevolent mystic gave them extra weight. Even the Bible knows the secret  behind words of encouragement from one.

Isaiah 50:4 “The Lord GOD has given Me the tongue of those who are instructed to know how to sustain the weary with a word.”

Was it a coincidence? I doubt it. I believe we all have the ability to attract such people and situations. In the book, ‘Spirit empowerment and praying within’ by Rev Eric Meyer, he reminds us that “We chose this world and this life in order to deal with certain events, people etc to resolve past life karma. The people you are with, the Spirit has communicated to other Spirits to find situations in order to help resolve or create more karma.” Likewise, I believe we communicate with other spirits to help us make the best decisions so as not to create more karma.

I continued to read his older posts, and came across more jewels which spoke of our Chief encourager – our mother. The one who gave us life and sacrificed everything for us.

1. A good mother is better than thousands of religious leaders.
2. My honor and great respect goes to all Great Mothers in the world. They shall all eat the fruit of their labour.
3.Never compare your mother with anybody, she deserves the best from you.
4. No Orisha is greater than your mother.
5. God will deny you, If you ignore your parent.
6. No Orisha will condemn your PARENT so never place any Orisha above your PARENT.
7. Respect and give her your highest honor, how you treat your mother determines your life and future.
8. Your mother is your mini God, she determines your happiness. Mothers are cherished by God.
9.Your mother’s smile increases your blessing through her prayers.
10. Respect your wife and honour your mother. They are the pillar of your life.
11. A powerful Babalawo is protected by two mothers. His Earthly mother and heavenly mother.
12. Never compare your mother with anybody, she deserves the best from you.
13. Your mother’s prayer works and acts very fast to make you a successful person in life.
(Taken from the Nigerian priest FB account)

I have this friend – a true Omo Sango, from the looks to the noble, principled and masculine confidence. Wealthy, childless, single and spiritually gifted. The ultimate come-up, so naturally, he attracts alot of women, and while others are content with traditional methods of flirting (i.e sending nudes and thirsty messages), one or two prefer the lazier route i.e spiritually bind him (side bar – his mother transitioned and is now one of his main ancestors, but she rarely comes in his dreams unless it is something serious). One particular woman, the kind his mother would have despised on sight had she been alive, did an ebo to trick/trap him. His mother was furious and came in a dream, telling him that if this woman harmed him in any way, there is no ebo in the world which would fix what his mother would do to her. This woman’s ancestors/spirits must have warned her because she vanished soon after. Indeed the priest said “Worship your mother more than orishas, she become your ancestor after death.” and no other ancestor will fight for us as hard as she will. Respect and love your mother.

Prophet Muhammad (PBIH) “Paradise lies beneath the feet of mothers.”