Today is Wednesday and the official day dedicated to “Bloggers Post.” If you do not see your post as yet, remember I am trying to post them in the order they came. Also it would be good if the bloggers, peepers, sometimers or new comers, who send a post in, would actually join in the discussions. Lincoln, one our active bloggers, and a person with some good vibes on this blog, has sent in a short but revealing (to some extent, de story nice Lincoln but yuh shorten it bad man, mi vex, as mi ah seckle dung fi read, wid mi bag juice an banana chips, braps de tory done!) story of his own experience with Obeah, bad Obeah. Jealousy or what we Jamaicans call “bad mind” can make people kill or hurt others they think are striding ahead of them. The ones who practice this kind of evil are so foolish, they cannot accept that everyone has his own destiny. They stain their own journey and spiritual evolution, also sullying the path of their children and grand children who are sure to reap the repercussions. I have always received a lot of emails with requests from people to “tie” (spiritually bind) their partners. One of them, I answered with “dat aguh cost money,” he responded with ” how much we talking?” I began to wonder if this was a joke, because at first I really took it as one, hence my response. I began to tell him about reprecussions of this decision. He emailed me that I was wasting his time. (I did waan tell him sey him ah waste man) But somewhere out there a young lady is in danger.
Some elders have told me not to “chase” people with bad intentions away because I would have garnered a new enemy the minute I did. That is true, but what do I say to them? When I know for sure that I will not participate in hurting anyone in this lifetime. I know bad obeah. I know it real good, and I have gotten upset enough to even cry and tell myself that I will do such and such. But I have never done it! I cannot use the power that God has loaned to me while I journey through this jungle called life to harm a fellow being. Mi wi fight, claat yuh dung physically doe. I know how to use the Universe to fight for me and win, without staining my soul group.
This is why I know for sure that no weapon formed against me shall ever prosper. People Obeah is real, bad Obeah. I am here in Africa fighting a demon who I fed, clothed and sheltered. A demon who has found his way into the lives of people I brought to him and it is now him and them against me. This demon has been trying me so hard, these people have helped him to fight me, but Orunmila sees and knows my innocence and no matter what they have, Ifa nor Osun will ever give them victory over me, even their own spirits will fight them for me, the almighty knows this is true. Why? Because I did not betray them. I was betrayed. We will see the outcome as this is a battle I will never run from.
Lincoln thank you for the post, but please to come and fill in the rest in the comment section. I feel cheated, caws mi love de story, but mi suspect yuh did too lazy fi write more, oonuh si mi dine trial? Lincoln? but tan! (Ole time country people language).
I would like to Share my first experience of obeah and my best friend. Till this day, though we are hundreds of miles away from each other we talk almost daily and our bond is not just physical but spiritual as I will explain
I don’t want to go deep but my first experience of obeah was when I was in fourth form in high school. Years after I found out a teammate and his mom stole my socks while I was practicing and used it to obeah me. Anyways during that time I had bad , I mean severe athlete’s toe that I couldn’t even wear shoes because it bleed so much. I Remember my coach seeing it and saying he had never seen anything like that before and it didnt seem right. Anyways my best friend who was and still very spiritual said to me one day when he visited me while my foot was bleeding , “bwoy that look like Dem obeah you foot” , days later he also had the same ailment and on reflection he said it must be obeah because he catch it too because he was warning me about it. I laughed about it and days later my uncle called my mom and said he had a dream someone was harming me and to seek help.
I will never forget that about my friend and after I found out about the evil student and his mom I told him and only him to this day. Whenever I have any problems he always there to comfort me and whenever he has any problems I do the same. It’s so crazy how connected we are, we both don’t have a brother by blood but we call ourselves brothers. I know somehow we are spiritually attached.