A few nights ago, while I was asleep, someone or something came and sat right within that space between my chest and my head on the bed. I instantly woke up. Not my body (I could not open my eyes or move) but my mind. I felt the warmth of the “person” (spirit, it was a spirit or a being, I will explain later), and within my minds eye, I saw the striped colours it wore. The colours are significant, but I will not reveal them here, too many enemies read my blog.
Now, if any of you have ever experienced sleep paralysis or known over here as “duppy hol dung,” you would know that the feeling is an awful one. I have experienced this all my life and there is not a time that it has ever been an “ok” experience. Of course the natural thing to do when you are aware of your surroundings during your sleep interruption, but you have no control over your movements, cannot open your eyes, speak or make any sound, cannot move, and a feeling of suffocation comes over you, yet still you can hear and think, you begin to struggle, pray or try to fight yourself awake, survival kicks in. The warm body felt as if it were looking down on my struggling body with a smile. It leaned into me, as if it wanted me to be sure that it was really there. It felt like a living person, but I knew it was not and so I began to will my self to move, wake up, shout, scream, call on all my divinities, (in my mind of course, as I could not speak, even utter a sound).
The thing seemed amused by me, and just kept on leaning, ( I imagined it thinking to itself “Ah dis ah de big bad Obara Meji, she who deh yah ah scream like baby?” while silently chuckling). If I could I would have answered I would have told it about it rotten nabel, duttie duppy self, long out mi tongue offa him and sey, ah bay mek yuh dead! I must be honest to you all, in times gone by, when I was spiritually younger, these happenings scared the living daylights out of me, but now that I am seasoned to these occurrences, (fear still grip mi while struggling to wake up, I will not lie) .But I came to the realization that this is something I will always go through and there is a reason for it, and the reason is apart of who I am and my mission here.
The struggle lasted (at least to me) about half an hour. I am sure it was no less than perhaps a minute or two in real time or human time. However there was something very different about this encounter, something I am not even sure I should share with you. In the past I have tried to share somethings but thought about it and did not, yet I have gone close to some reveal, but have not completely told my story. I felt when the thing slowly got up, it was then that I woke up, and immediately began to pray. The time was after 2am in the morning. I prayed for about twenty minutes, alone in my darkened room. I plugged in a night light and in true Jamaican fashion (Jamaican people mad enuh, but please if you are not Jamaican do not agree with me, caws mi protective ova mi people dem, and will cuss fi dem) after praying, began to cuss de duppy, Jamaican bad word style, lol, ah class him to de grung!
I turned on the television to my favorite Golden Girls show, and sat back against my pillows in contemplation. I had to assess what just occurred. I am not naive (not spiritually naive) and I thought to myself, that this thing was sent. It was not a wayward spirit. I have at least ten known enemies that recently rose up against me. Six of which are not in Africa. I know that they have been trying me spiritually read here. The six are small fries, but they are plugged into the “top ranking” (or so they claim to be) who lives here in Nigeria. I laugh at these idiots, remember what I have taught you all here on my blog, “One cannot be spiritually strong, if one does not face challenges!” As I sat in deep thought, the television watching me instead, I began to go over all that happened while the entity was there.
I remember becoming aware as something/someone sat on the bed. I remembered the warmth of the body pressing me gently nor forcibly. In my minds eye, I could see the striped colours they wore. I also remember that when I first became aware of the presence, I felt myself floating upward, to which I began to protest (shouting) in my mind, that I do not want to go up there. The “up there” was bright, very bright, but amidst the brightness, there was the earth which seemed to swirl around, this is the best description I can give. I was aware I was in my room, on my bed, there was a being sitting close to my head and my chest. This being exuded warmth and lightly pressed into me, and there was a circular ray of light among dirt which seemed as if it had been swiveled by car tires. This was not a dream, I was in the material world as this occurred, but my mind was caught in between both the physical and non-physical world.
I now began to wonder, (chuckling as I glanced up at the T.V and saw Sophia and Dorothy who were dressed like Sonny and Cher and were singing I got you babe, while a stunned looking Rose played the piano) was this a spiritual attack or a visit? There, I said it, a visit! (if you understand what I mean) No, Obara is not losing it, as a matter of fact I am even more aware now than ever (never thought that was possible). The night before I went to sleep, I prayed a specific prayer, and ended it with “I am here to do my mission, I need the assistance of the Universe to overcome my enemies whose mission is to see me fail and distract me with their evil plots, where ever my helpers are, come to my rescue now!” Did they come? Was the warmth the comforter I needed? My shouting and screaming, was it just me panicking because I was used to attacks awaking me from my sleep with a presence in the room? What was different with this experience was the warmth. Spirits have always come to me, from small children to succubus (de ole rapist dem). I have felt them, heard them, smelled them, cuss them, fought them, banished them, hell just call mi Obara de demon/duppy slayer!
Many have come to caution me before, some have come to teach me or even to scold me. There are differences between a spirit being visiting and a visitor visiting. Have I had visits before, yes I have. I have!
Often times on this blog we speak about spirit entities, ancestors, malevolent and benevolent divinities, yet they are many more things to explore. Things that are thought of as “myth” within our society. Most often people may have certain experiences but because of being afraid of what society may think or worse being dragged away in a straight-jacket to a padded room and deeply medicated, most people keep their mouths shut. There are those who society call mad people who have experienced things out of this world, the experience being so shocking to their mind that it erases their reality from this world and thus they wander aimlessly while still living.
Have you had an out-of-this-world experience? One you have not been able to explain, it could be in your sleeping or waking state. If you have, share it with me and perhaps we, all together, may figure out an enigma that we have been curious about for so long.
Báa gúnyán táa rokà fún kòfẹ́kògbà, kò ní fẹ́, kò ní gbà, náà ni. / Even if we pound yam and prepare yam flour meal for a difficult fellow, he will yet remain difficult.
[A difficult person will remain difficult, regardless of what you do or say; do your best and leave the rest.] Yoruba Proverb!
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