One of my new bloggers sent in some topics she believed that I should write on. In all there were five, the title of this post being the fifth, I chose to write on this topic first. I am a positive thinker, although I am a spiritualist/traditionalist, I have always had the belief that I will always overcome any problem, I am innately made up this way. My belief is that “no weapon that is formed against me will ever prosper”. I believe this because I know that I have found my calling and I am doing my work, so the Universe will always guide and protect me and those who I love (my children).
I know that there are those, including myself who knows the art and craft of manipulating energy. We are known as knowledgeable elders (regardless of chronological age, it is the knowledge which makes you an elder), keeper of the sacred order of the Universe and its inner workings, rules, and regulations, ones who have either been initiated either traditionally or through spirit, and have been trained by non-physical beings such as I was, or by experienced elders who have handed down their knowledge to worthy students. Some knowledgeable elders, however do not abide by the rules of the Universe, believing (with all their knowledge) they can outsmart the non-physicals who guides the earth and watches keenly over all our actions. But I am here to tell you all, that no bad deed goes unpunished and no good deed go unrewarded. Yet you must all bear in mind that it is not all that you perceive as bad deeds are considered such by those who are more intelligent and wiser than us, mere humans here on earth.
Bad things are apart of the natural order of life, and this is what is needed in our chaotic world for it to evolve and we along with it. In other words, if someone bullies you as a child, over and over again, there may be a time when you may not be able to take it anymore and find the strength to fight back or defend yourself. Regard the bully as your teacher, perhaps preparing you for your journey ahead, where you may have to fight (not necessarily with your fist), but with resilience to adversities, overcoming stress/problems and also understanding how to solve issues for you and others. Having gone through this, may now make you a natural defender, where you may want to go into areas of Law, or even politics, with a good sense of justice, there finding your call as a service to humanity which may be a part of your life/destiny code. The Bully, who was chosen to do this work here in this realm, (unbeknownst to him or her) will be justly rewarded in his life for doing this and therefore also setting him on his path, or even teaching him a lesson himself. This is how life works, we can learn and understand this if we gently shake ourselves awake, and stay awake.
There was a time (when I was younger) when I was a serious hypochondriac. I fretted about death and dying all the while. Children live what they learn and my mother was the same way, I guess I got it from her. All of that ended when I became awake, shaken out of my slumber and could see and understand life as how I was suppose to. It was then I realized that while in slumber, I viewed the world as real, but now that I am awake, I realize that this very realm where we live, is just an illusion and we create our reality. The hardest part about this is believing it, especially if you are still asleep and unenlightened.
Stealing someones glory or their star, what does this mean exactly, and is this possible? Of the latter, yes it is, the former, it means either exchanging somebodies destiny for your own, or removing it completely, leaving that person on a journey lost. We all come to this realm for a specific reason, the earth realm is a school room, and we all are students and teachers. This makes us all connected, all apart of each other instead of apart from each other, so racism, discrimination and all those foolishness are just that, but they are also needed for this world to operate. When the wind blows it carries the good and also the bad.
When I was a teenager, I had gotten a part time job working at a auto parts store as a cashier. I had just had my baby and this was a way to survive and take care of my new responsibility. A woman, short, black, plump and nice looking with a winsome personality, use to come around selling clothes, she was the mother of one of our mechanics there. I liked her a lot, she was jocular and motherly. I was among some of the people who took clothes from her. She would give it to us and come around on pay day for the money. I always paid her. I had taken some clothes from her, but had left the job before she came for payment, she had gone to Jamaica and had not come to the job in weeks. When I left the job, I gave no thought to her and to what I owed her, mi just leff. To be honest, I didn’t not even remember sey mi owe har, survival was on my mind. I had gotten a job for another single mother and she came to the job and became my biggest enemy there, the fight was too much ( she came and made a lot of trouble there for me), so I left her at the job she wanted me out of, she still wuk deh (wuklis).
Months after I had left, things became very rough for me, it was a struggle, remember I was on my own, mama told me to get out when I got pregnant, so mi did haffi grow up very fast. Anything I put my hands to would turn to ashes, in other words nothing worked out for my enemy (me) and of course, I took it to prayer, not thinking anything much of the circumstances which faced me daily (Juju didn’t even come to my mind as the cause of the problem). Again in this post, I say God bless my mother, it was she who called me and said “Obara, mi nuh like how yuh life going yuh know, I think that woman who yuh took the clothes from and did not pay put a curse on you and change things fi yuh”. I asked her which woman, by now I had sincerely forgotten the woman, she sighed that day on the phone with exasperation and said “De woman who use to come at yuh work place fi sell de clothes dem”. I could imagine her rolling her eyes at my naivety. It was when she said that that I recalled the woman, back then I was a doubtful Thomas like my dad, Miss Doreen was the woman’s name, and as mom reminded me, she flashed before my eyes, with her warm smiling face, I could not see her hurting a fly.
I asked my mom why did she think the woman did anything to me. She said that the woman had called her house looking for me, and before my mother hanged the phone, the woman asked for my full name and my mother said she foolishly gave it. She berated herself to me for doing so, feeling guilty that because she confirmed my full name to the woman, she therefore participated in the woman being able to Obeah me. I did not take her seriously, and I told myself that I would not read into what my mom had said, because this woman did not have the ability to harm me, unless God said so, on top of that, the woman was harmless, I told myself. It was from there I met the wicked baby father and life was hell and fire for quite a while (with the exception of my beautiful children of course). To this day, my mother attributed this to that woman, who felt cheated by me. Now that I am older and wiser, it may have been so, but I over came, Shall we praise de Lard! (lol)…..Amen
There are people who for their (evil) own reasons, will go to a Juju/Obeah man or woman to change another person’s destiny or as sender said “steal their glory” which is the same thing. These things happens a lot. Have you ever heard of a student doing great, passing all his exams and heading toward a bright future, then all of a sudden, he or she becomes worthless, like a vagabond. They begin to smoke ganja (big up all Ganja man and ooman, mi cudden help this lol, as a Jamaican I do not have anything against ganja, judge mi if yuh want, ah doan care!), however, lets face it, not everybody can manage Ganja, and especially for someone heading towards the stars, who now put all their thoughts into smoking or taking hardcore drugs, even going into prostitution, scamming, among other things. Shocking to the community (this child who have gone astray) and to the worried parents or parent, at how this bright child turned out, not realizing that it was work of perhaps a neighbor, whose child was perhaps dunce like bat, and because of bad mind and grudgeful dem guh Obeah the promising child, changing the child’s destiny/stealing their glory/dimming their star.
Parents beware, do not allow people to put their hands in your children’s hair, do not let them visit neighbors or let them go anywhere even to family (de bad one dem) without you. Do not leave washed clothes on line over night or leave shoes outside the door. Teach your children and even you the adult, learn not to pick up money yuh see in front of yuh willy nilly like that, it may be a spiritual trap. Evil comes most often wrapped in pretty packages, so fi de boys dem, be careful of some pretty girls, do not be so quick to eat from them, no nyammings at all. Young ladies, do not be tricked by a too handsome face, he may have been sent, remember count Dracula is a handsome man, lol. Parents watch your children’s dreams, bad messages comes through dreams and visions, make sure that they nor you eat in the dream or more, if you are unsure what to look for, link mi through email, I will guide you.
Do not brag about how well little Edmond is doing in school and how Sheila get a scholarship to go to England to study. He who keepeth his mouth, keepeth his life! Some parents brag too much pon dem pickney and then bawl when the child turn out worthless, stop it now! Jamaican people sey bad mind wuss dan Obeah, and this is very true. It means that some people negative thoughts, can influence the person who they hate destiny, some people are natural witches. Be careful of who you have around your child and if yuh own sister and brother even show the slightest bit of envy, bar them from yuh yard, do not even take Christmas presents again. I am not saying for you to be paranoid, but be on guard.
When I was a small child living in my beautiful Jamaica, while going home in the evenings from school on the bus, right on Lindhurst road, heading toward Rousseau Road, there was a mad man, who lived in an open land. He wore dreads which was short, and black torn (tear) up pants. We use to see him cooking green banana in a Cheese can (Jamaicans know the red and yellow cheese can we have back home). His voice was deep and sounded like that of a radio personality, which he was at one point in his life (this was the rumor). He spoke like an intellectual and although he was deemed as mad, he had a regal air about him. I have never forgotten him, it was sad to see this man, who anyone could see in his body language and speech, was no ordinary person, but perhaps a victim of his own mind which perhaps had left him on its own or of wicked hands who had taken him off his life’s path through the act of Obeah, for whatever reason.
The story was, that he worked at a very prominent radio station as a disc jockey, who was loved and listened by all. He also had part ownership of the station. He was doing very well in life, married with children, living in the hills, he traveled as he pleased, he was well to do and could afford it, but jealousy of some powerful people and through the act of bad obeah, resulted into who he had now become. His wife has even married one of his enemies. People bad sah!
I recently even had a case where a mother did money ritual and one daughter died, while the other, as old as she is now, her life is at a standstill. The mother changed the childrens destiny, and in turn she the mother became rich and powerful, the living daughter depends on her for everything. When she told her mother what she found out, through divination, the woman cursed her and left the island where they lived for months. She came back, and with no apology or confession, told the girl, that if she ever went to a reader again she would cut her off. The young lady depend on her for everything, as she has nothing.
I cannot tell you how this is done, I will not. I have however told you how to be careful with yourselves and your children. Also, do not allow just anybody to snap your picture, and stop volunteer yuh picture to everyone, no matter how yuh pretty and handsome.
I could tell you all more stories about this very thing, very sad cases, which show how wicked some people are. This is not a hard thing to do, to those who knows the preparation, but it is something that come with hard repercussions of the doer. They most often confess when they are sick and are dying, and the people who do these kind of work, I am talking about the ones who request the work to be done, they most often do not live to a ripe old age, or even if they do, they suffer.
People be present in your lives.
Ká mú ẹyin sọ́wọ́ ọ̀tún ká mú ẹyìn sọ́wọ́ òsì, ká fẹ̀yìn rìn láti Ìsẹ́yìn dé Ìyìn Èkìtì, ẹnití ò ní fiṣẹ́ yinni ò ni fi yinni /
Even if one were to grab an egg with the right hand, a palm-nut with the left, and retro walked from Iseyin to Iyin Ekiti, those who won’t be appreciative, still won’t be……Yoruba Proverb!
[It’s virtually impossible to please everyone; do your best and leave the rest.]
All religion are valid as long as it teaches peace and love…. Obara Meji!
There no disappointments in life, only lessons learned!….Obara Meji