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ARE YOU A SENSOR? HOW TO PRACTICE THE ART OF DETACHMENT

There is a scripture in the bible which talks about Martha, the sister to Lazarus, finding Jesus in the town he had gone to. She was crying and urging him to come back because her brother Lazarus had died and was buried. She told Jesus she knew if he was there, Lazarus would not have died. She implored him to come with her right away so that he could bring Lazarus back alive. In this very scripture, John 11 verse 35, it says “Jesus wept.”

When I practiced Christianity, this particular short verse of the bible had a very strong impact on me. The fact that Jesus, whom I had loved so much (when I was Christian), wept was too much for me to handle. As I grew, still mentally and psychologically steeped into Christianity, I began to understand why he wept.

The bible says the sisters Mary and Martha weeped, including tthe Jews that were there, all mourning the death of Lazarus. It was in seeing this that Jesus wept. Yet the deeper meaning as to why he wept, the bible did not explain. But there was no way such an enlightened being (according to the bible) would weep for just knowing that Lazarus had died, when he, himself, had taught that there was no death, only that the spirit transcended. Therefore, I gather that he wept because the message of enlightenment which he came to the world to convey, had not been heard.

The life of a spiritualist (a practical one and those who are born sensors not even realising that they are) is not easy. Let me first begin with the sensor. A sensor is my term for a person or persons who are gifted with Extra Sensory Perception, meaning that people who are sensors have the ability to spiritually and physically know what is happening within their environment or in their presence. For example, a sensor may walk into a busy town and may begin to feel frightened and afraid, or annoyed and irritated, or maybe their hair stands on end and goose pimple rises on their skin, whatever the feeling is, something indicates to them that they should leave.

Now let’s say they leave, by the time they get back to their own town or even as they leave, there might have been a disaster in the town where they had felt that strong urge to leave.

In Jamaica, we used to have people called “warners.” A Warner also is a sensor but this is how a warner works. A warner may be home cooking, and all of a sudden something comes over him/her to go to a particular area or neighbourhood and warn about a coming disaster. This particular set of people not only warn but they travel where ever they are told to go spiritually, and no matter what they’re doing (as in their everyday life) they must get up, almost mechanical and go and shout the message given to them. Please note that in other countries where these things are not understood, most of these people are seen as mental patients.

Another example of a sensor are people who cannot go into or work in any kind of hospital or hospital setting. The minute they step into a hospital to visit or to work, by the time they leave, they become ill. Either they are aching in the joints, throwing up, feeling low or depressed, they feel weak, or any other ailments which may last from 1 day to a month (if they did not know how to remove it). They will stay like this for a while until they are spiritually released by who ever guides them. They are not only affected by hospitals settings, but anywhere where there are groups or crowd of people, the supermarket, laundry mats, trains, busses, schools etc. The energy release from all all they are around are soaked up by them, some of them being “sponges” who will feel the pain of those in pain, some will even have anxiety attacks or panic attacks due to what they are spiritually picking up. Please note also that after the sensor who had no idea of his or her gift, realises that What they are experiencing is indeed a gift, from the minute the realisation comes, not long after, they are able to handle these feelings better as they journey through life bearing the burdens of others.

Sensors are people who are extremely compassionate. Empaths. People who find themselves crying even while watching a movie, they are in tune to the consciousness of others. They are plugged in to the reality of everyone around them or who ever comes into their space. Often times, this feeling can cause obesity especially in young sensors growing up. Why? Because everything is energy and when young sensors soak up certain types of energy, it leaves the physical body wanting to replenish, and this is done through eating at odd hours. When the sensor eventually becomes aware of who they are, then they are able to manage their body’s reaction to the energy or the source that passes through them.

Recently, a young lady told me of a dream she had. But before this dream, she had an experience. She sat in a beauty salon, waiting to have her hair done. One of the hair dressers, while attending to a client began to narrate her story of her life with her husband and family and how she suffered with constantly feeling alone and forgotten. This is not unusual where women share their life stories. Some happy, some sad. She said the story that the hair dresser recounted touched her heart and she remembered saying to herself as she left the shop that she wished she could help to “fix all of these things. She wished God gave her that power.”

It was to be 3 days afterwards that she had this very important dream of which she told me, and it led me to write this post. She “dreamt” that she was in a house where there was snow on the floor, both inside and outside. She turned to see her brother peeing inside of the house. She quarreled and asked why would he pee inside of the house? He responded that he couldn’t make it to the bathroom. He left her where she stood and went outside. The young lady followed, only to see that the hairdresser was sitting next to her brother, smiling and giggling. She sat next to the hairdresser, watching her exchange with her brother. The hairdresser then surprised her when she said “I think I will marry your brother.” Suddenly, three other girls approached and her brother gladly introduced the hair dresser to the women, but they all ignored the young lady who was also present. She was hurt at being ignored and immediately got up to leave, but the hairdresser grabbed her by the arm to pull her back, but she pulled her arm free of the woman’s grip and walked away.

The dream that the young lady had is directly linked to the experience she had in the beauty salon upon hearing the woes of the hairdresser. There are many of us who are so compassionate that it can be to our detriment unbeknownst to us. The dream began with the young lady seeing her brother urinate inside of the house, for all who never knew “urination” or “piss” is something that can remove any negativity (however it has to be done in a certain way at a certain time and for so many days, etc.)

The urination that she saw in the dream was the indication that whatever ‘bad’ that she went into the world of dreams and visions to pick up, she would not leave with it (I will explain later what I mean by she went into the world of visions and dreams). The snow that she saw inside and out, was indicative of the deity to whom she serves (She’s an initiate of Osun), and also it indicates the cooling of a hot and negative situation that she had spiritually entered into. In the dream, she saw the hair dresser making reference to her brother as in her wish to marry him. The brother is directly linked to the sister who is having the dream, therefore the spiritual meaning of this is the hairdresser wanting to swap her life. The brother in the dream represents the dreamers Ori (her head/inner consciousness) and the reason I know this is because of the urination he did, and as I said before this removed any negative from the dreamer which could have affected her upon her waking state. I will soon explain.

In the dream, the brother introduced the hairdresser to some women who came to him, this was a “turn down” to her wanting to marry him. As they chatted together, the dreamer felt left out, ignored, forgotten. If you remember, in the hairdresser’s tale, this was apart of her distress. So the dreamer as an empath or sensor, felt what the hairdresser was feeling within that moment and within the world she was in in the dream. She rose to leave, but the hairdresser grabbed her arm, an indication for her to come back, to stay, the grabbing of her arm and her asking the dreamer to stay was good. Although the dreamer eventually still left. But this was good because, had she not done this, the dreamer would have swapped their feelings, in other words, the dreamer would have helped shoulder the hairdresser’s burden and what she felt in the physical world of being forgotten and alone.

So once the dreamer woke and continued her journey along life’s way, she would have begun to see and feel life just as the hairdresser did. In other words, she would have walked in her shoes.

Remember how she reacted after hearing the woman’s distress? She left the shop and thought how she wished she had the power to “fix” these things. Her subconscious mind held onto the story and the feeling that she felt from the woman’s narrative of her life. The subconscious cannot hold on to too much for too long. It has to empty out like a waste bin in some way or the other. It was her subconscious who allowed her to enter the world of dreams and visions with her spirit wanting to shoulder some of the woman’s burden that she carried in the physical world. However, her Ori (her head/divinity/destiny) would not allow it and also entered this same world in the form of her brother to assist her.

People, I write this post in order to share with you that you must practice detachment. Especially if you know that you are spiritually gifted or what I call “sensors.” Now, detachment does not mean you cannot feel or empathize or become compassionate to others who are hurting, it just means that when ever you hear their story or see their plight, you must take it knowing that this is apart of their journey of their destiny, of their self evolving into becoming who they are supposed to be. The moment you begin to hear a sad story, and you feel for them, begin to pray in your mind, envision their story, see what they’re going through and as their tale tugs at your heart, release a prayer silently for them to find solution to whatever is ailing them. In doing so, you are sending a message to your subconscious that you want to assist them, BUT with the assistance of the Universe. This enables you to be free of their life’s pain, but at the same time help through your prayers and petitions.

When you leave from them, you will now pray for your own self that whatever is attached to the story itself or for what the person is going through, that it may never attach itself to you, your life’s journey, or for anyone pertaining to you.

Be loving, be kind, be caring. But practice detachment.

Obara Meji

Bí ẹ̀mí bá wà, ìrètí ńbẹ. /
As long as there is life, there is hope. Yoruba Proverb!

[The best is yet to come; keep keeping on.]

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Obara Meji

Obara Meji is a spiritualist, Ifa-Orisa practitioner, and teacher of metaphysics. Since 2011 she has used her online platform to share her personal experiences to those seeking answers about spirituality. Her teachings will expand into short stories, novels, and public speaking to continue her mission of bringing enlightenment to the world.

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Babatunde

Hi Obara

Thanks for the Enlightenment

Today, I came to a realisation of my dream being a sensor through careful reading of your post. Each time I am with a group of people and most especially a family gathering I use to have these strong feeling that most times I ended crying not knowing what is wrong with me like you said you enter somewhere and you realise you are not wanted here or I enter somewhere I have these strong feeling that they have talked about me before. But my main bone of contention is that I grew up with a father that does really talk much I later got to know he has an illness and as a young boy I always have the urge to talk to him but words don’t come because I don’t always know what he is thinking growing a little older I now started to have compassion for him and not only him as I go out my meeting other people I will always have compassionate instead of praying for them and my self as you have said. Today my life seems to be stalked and people see me as someone that is having a mental illness and if I tell someone else they will tell me it not true that they are just laughing on there own. Obara how can I break free of this I am not happy with my life at the moment, I need your guidance please.

Kerry
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Kerry

Hi Obara in my walk with God and praying, I realized that I started speaking in tongues, can u talk about this topic, speaking in tongues.

emmanuelojugbeli9@gmail.com
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Your post is interesting but please I need a spiritualist, because I have a lot of things to ask and check. Thank.

OWASINDA
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OWASINDA

Every time I read one of your posts where u mention sensors it just hit a nerve with me as I feel as if you’re describing my life. Oh gosh mi cya help but feel fi people sometime me pray n beg god fi give them some of my joy all when I’m down myself. Seeing sadness and grief Rips me apart ! Mek I’m bawl like baby. The first time I experienced this was years ago probably 2006/7 there about when there was this mass shooting at a university in America. I saw it in the news and I broke down inna piece a bawling n temper they had to call my mother. I lived with my grandmother at the time. The experience was very strange for me cus I felt as if the grief of everyone affected was on my shoulder and I was weeping for the killer and the world. Me still cry over the world…. but it was so strange as I said and I couldn’t explain to my mother and her man at the time why I was crying hysterically so I lied.

SeaQueen
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SeaQueen

Good morning family. I know for sure I am a sponge, as ppl unload on me all the time. Whenever this has happened I would find myself eating or drinking a lot of sweets. To the pointerview where I would refer to them as my drug of choice and not really know I was turning to then to cope. There was this one guy I used to dat who I would tell my dreams. He would always be interested in them and eventually started calling me mother smh. Everytime I would tell him “mi dream yuh” he would stop everything like it was stortrine at the library lol. He too would unload all his issues on me and I a lot of times would end up in a state of confusion. We broke up and he would still contact me saying he feels like he lost his support and the person he had in his corner. And whenever I would speak to him I started to feel like that’s all I became to him is someone to unload on. Needless to say I felt the urge to detach from him and no longer receive his calls. I guess I owe noticing this to the awakening process. Love and light my dears!

Cami
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Cami

Good day, I’m here reading. I factor into this by drawing negative energy in public places. I get irritable in settings with too much people -worst strangers. At times me nerves (Neck up/down) tingles when people pass me or touch my fingers, such as a cashier.

le.tigre
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le.tigre

Lol my mother jokingly calls me foolish because I bawl for everything. Empath? No. Maybe a little overemotional.

hamyfat
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hamyfat

Thanks so much for this article, now I realize I’m a sensor.. I react to everyone stories & put them over me. Which I’m dwelling in their mystries. Now, I know how to handle my situations.. God bless u richly, Obara!

Cher
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Cher

Good morning Obara,and ESP members. Great article Obara that just sums up my life. Wow wow wow so powerful to me. I use to call myself sponge. I soaked up everything from everyone around me and people I come in contact with daily. Everytime my phone rings someone would be telling me only you I can talk to about this….. whatever they are going through and i would sit for hours listening to them ,advising and finding solutions. I would never hear from some for a long time until something else happen they would call again never saying how are you, just emptying on me. I would absorb and carry that weight around feeling low, sad just not my positive self, important point you touched on turn to food. I would look for something sweet just to pick on. I have gotten better now. Thank God, some calls I do not take anymore or if I do just for a few minutes and release them. I will not lie it use to be very rough on me years ago before I knew what was going on. People would dump every deep dark secrets on me , rape, Aids, poverty depression. I would advise and help find solutions then they would say I am a Mother woman or I am a therapist. They move on with their lives feeling better. I pick up the distress carried it around for years. I could go on and on. Thanks again Obara thank you. Yuh good like scarce gold lol.

Prosperity
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Prosperity

Thank you so much Obara. I dreamt that I was on a bus and realised that I began to have my period. I was wearing jeans and saw that I has two blood spots in my crotch area. I was somewhat relieved at this as atleast once I came off the bus the spots wouldn’t show on my bum. Anyway I realised that a plastic bag was around my waste and it hung down my bottom, really dnot know where it came from as i didnt put it there . You know like when you tie a sweatshirt around your waist. I got off the bus to find a shop to buy sanitary napkins. I bought two packs and then found a toilet to sort myself out.

Now for the disturbing part. I opened the first pack and retrieved a pad. However, the bad was huge and completely soaked with blood. I looked at it with disgust and threw it away. I opened the second pack retrieved a pad and the same thing, a pad soaked with blood. Eventually I remembered that I always carry a extra pad in my bag. I found it and that is what I used. I remember feeling very angry in the dream and was saying to other women in the toilet that I was going to write a letter of complaint to the company as it’s disgusting that not one but two packs of pad had used ones in it.

Prosperity
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Prosperity

A pleasant good morning Obara and the ES family. Obara I am asking your permission to request assistance from the bloggers to decode a dream. You too if you not too busy this morning. I know this is not the forum, but the dream has been disturbing me since I wake.

MTH
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MTH

Afternoon hailings everyone!

joy
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joy

Good afternoon obara and good afternoon to all the Blogger this is a very interesting story

Lincoln
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Lincoln

Morning readers especially our fellow Jamaicans- I hope we pray for our beautiful land in its anniversary period and wish the best to our athletes in RIO-
Love JAHLAND forever- the good and bad !!!!1

Blessed

MTH
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MTH

Wow. Many persons have similar experiences but didnt understand what was happening.

Prosperity
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Prosperity

Happy Sunday Obara amd family. I had a friend like this. Everywhere we went guaranteed a stranger would approach her telling stories of their problems and she would engage. She has an amazing spirit and people would just gravitate to her and somehow she would start a full on counselling session.

I remember we both attended an interview and test for a university place and this woman came up to her stating how nervous and anxious she was. My friend as usual engaged in conversation with the woman. She encouraged her, telling her she had nothing to worry about and assured her she would do well.
When the conversation was done she said to me, I always do this to mi self. Tek on people problem. Now me nervous.

You know I had to go get her from the toilets to go do the test. Mi haffi put on one piece a pep talk fi get her out. Needless to say she didn’t do so well on the test, due to nerves and consequently was not accepted to the university.

writelatonja
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This is so me…..I’ve learned this technique over the years so I wont be depressed!

MTH
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MTH

Greetings Teach and everyone.Thank you for this post. Very informative. I think Im going thru a process but I just chalked it up to maturity. I am in a nig city with fancy malls etc. I dont like going out. The former social butterfly now feel like a homebody. I have no interest in seeing the city.

I now know how to listen a sad story and dont become attached. There have been times wheb I’ve heard ppl’s stories and have been left feeling drained.

C . BURNEY
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C . BURNEY

This story is so amazing because I can’t stand go to concerts, shopping centers,or places where there are a lot of people because I get tired or dizzy sometimes both. My family think something is wrong with me because all of the women in my family love to shop and I hate how it makes me feel. I can’t watch a lot of violence or very Gruesome scary movies on TV because I feel it on a level that’s deeper than everyone else but everyone around me think something is wrong with me. Thank you for the insite and helping me to understand something about my self.

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