Namaste to all my bloggers, peepers, new comers and somtimers, although it seems like me the blog owner tun sometimer nowadays. It is due to me being very busy, not being neglectful at all. Today Diwali the festival of lights is being celebrated all over the world by Hindu’s and others like myself who appreciate this festival and all it stands for. In 2014 our then blogger (don’t know what happen to her, but mi wish her well) Ty had written on Diwali. Her husband Yw although Jamaican like herself is of Indian descent or ancestry. I remember growing up as a child in Jamaica seeing Jamaican Indians (coolie as we called them, which is not a derogatory word, it actually means hard working) celebrating Diwali, and being fascinated by their preparations for the festival weeks before the date came. They would play loudly the beautiful Hindu praise songs, and would dress beautifully as Indians do. The women would have the beautiful red dots in the middle of their forehead, and the most beautiful nose rings in their noses. The whole festivity seemed to charge the air with excitement, they would sacrifice goats and although I did not understand what they were doing (Jamaicans would whisper “de Coolie dem ah wuk dem Obeah”) I wanted to be apart of whatever they were doing, the cooking was much and the smells permeated the air mouth wateringly (I made up de wud, oonuh low mi). It was to be years later that I would be told about Diwali and what it was, and this revelation was given to me by my non-physicals through a vision, yuh waan know how? Press de more button and find out.
In 2003 or somewhere there about, I saw a huge celebration happening on a street. I saw Indian women (Hindu Practitioners, not all Indians are Hindu practitioners) dressed as I would see them when I was a child in Jamaica, this is a place called Mc-Donald lane in Kingston Jamaica where my mother use to buy meat from a set of Coolie people. I saw lights, and heard drums and beautiful music. People, men, women, and children dancing and a huge celebration. I was there among the festivities, I danced and I remember there being lots of coconuts being broken, people using the water to sprinkle on themselves and it was so magnificent and happy. While there I had a feeling of great joy. I was disappointed when I was suddenly awoken to some interruption from this dream that I had no idea I was having. It seemed so real, I was there, I was!
That morning I sat up in my bed, trying to understand why was I brought to wherever I was, and why did I have this experience in the world of dream and visions. I knew it was a message, but I could not understand the meaning. I called my God father (my traditional God father, a Jamaican Babalawo, we Jamaicans inna everything) and told him of my experience. When I finished explaining the vision, he laughed and told me, “my dear you need to go to India. What you saw was a Diwali festival and tomorrow is the day they will celebrate Diwali in India and all over the world”. I could hear the smile of remembrance in his voice, and I huddled beneath my comforter, preparing to hear more as he was a great story teller. He told me that he had been to India several times and had gone to the celebrations, and when he came back home, wealth knocked at his door everyday for three years. I was fascinated by what he was telling me, because exactly how he described the festival was exactly how I had experienced it just a while ago as I slept. Could it be that I had experienced this life in one of my incarnations? Was this why, my guides had brought me to this experience? Or was it now that I was grown and had become Obara Meji, my guides decided to let me in on “the Obeah whey de Coolie dem did ah wuk” according to Jamaicans (Jamaican people dem too funny, mi nah lie) and which I was fascinated with as a child?
Was there a message there for me? One which was telling me to celebrate Diwali? It mattered not that I was not an Hindu practitioner or even Indian for that matter. I was apart of a whole and that whole was the human race, which is more than race, color or creed. Also in spirituality there is no discrimination at all, our conscious and our sub-conscious mind does not separate us by our religion,religious beliefs, race or even our ignorance. It separates us by our enlightenment, by our light and our darkness, if we are awake or asleep, that is all that is taken into account as to how we evolve, as simple as that (or perhaps not). I am apart of all who exists and therefore nothing is off limits to me at all, I could participate into anything my spirit leads me to. I decided to test this, and so I hurriedly dressed and gathered my two daughters (mi an dem par always) in the car heading for the Indian markets to get things for the Diwali celebration and also to get information.
In my community, the Indian market are filled with Guyanese Indians. I remember it being a Saturday, and the streets were bustling with people doing their Saturday shopping, but most were doing their last minute shopping for Diwali. I went into a shop, which sold everything, we were the only ( I will not say black, because some ah dem in deh Blacker dan Ceily from the color purple movie, but doan want anybody call dem black, only Indian) people in there of African descent and by saying this I mean only the hair, and if mi delivery did come pon time, all the hair would be on mi head, it was Indian virgin hair I was expecting, (please do not come after me wid “Obara nuh wear dem hair, yuh suppose to be African, bun out the fake hair”. Lissen nuh, mi ah hot gal from mi jump out inna de Doctor han inna mi jump suit and heels, all purple, pink and green hair mi use to wear, low mi).
We went in and approached the Guyanese man and around the counter and told him that I wanted to celebrate Diwali, but I needed to be told what to get and how to celebrate it properly. I was waiting for speculation or even some oddity to show on his face(truly mi did ah wait fi trace (cuss) him if him get bright but to my surprise). He seemed happy that I was interested in the celebration and immediately began to tell me about Diwali. He gave me songs to play at home, gave me the floating lights and the brass plates to light them on, he told me to go next door and get the flowers and the lota (a brass vessel) to put them in along with white candles. He, realizing that I was Jamaican, even played Diwali songs with Jamaican Elephant (nuff yuh si) man riding the riddim. He even invited my family and I to his temple for the festival which was not far from where I lived. All the other Guyanese who were there began speaking to us about Diwali, I had a wonderful day at the reception I got from these people. Since then I have always celebrated Diwali, and today here in Nigeria will be no different.
Spirits are always with us;
As you all know, I have been fighting a thief, a liar and an overall wicked person (if he can be called that, person mi mean) here in Nigeria since last year. Because of this and being busy (ah fight duppy and ah do mi spiritual work), I had no idea that it was Diwali time. But Spirit is always with us. I found my self, my daughter and I eating only vegan foods for the past three weeks. We would cook soup, wid de good ole African Yam (dry and nice ei si, ah yah suh Yam bawn) and some tight dumpling (mi bad inna de kitchen ei nuh) all ah mi vegetable dem, carrots, calaloo (dem call it tete leaf here) Spinach and all dem tings, but when we share the food, we either ignore the meat, or there are times when we cook without meat at all, and this is most often than not. Last week my daughter asked me if the spirits were removing us from eating meat (which mi suppose to stop nyam long tme, but Jamaican Ox tail tie mi and mi Cyann fine wha fi pull de tie) and I snickered and said maybe, she then exclaimed, “oh my God Mommy, isn’t it Diwali time (de pickney spiritual bad yuh nuh). She went to good ole google and of course Diwali time was around. Although we did not know or rather we did not remember, our guides told us though the influence of the mind and wha deh pon we mind more dan food (licky, licky neva fail), it being turned off from meat, which one must not eat during Diwali time. Ty and her husband had instructed me as such and also the absence of salt in any meals during the time of Diwali. In this these are the Indian Hindu’s however who practice this. Where ever Ty and her husband Yw are in this life, I thank them for what they taught us here, may God bless them and their children.
On this day If you choose to celebrate Diwali, wake up and clean your home very well. If you have candles, light them all around, white preferably, tea lights are good to use also (be careful of open flame and the possibility of fire, please take care). In a plate on your alter place a dish with rice and beans, dried ones. This represents plenty and abundance. Mix sweet condensed milk with water in a clear glass and place it on your alter, (this represents sweetness of life that you seek) if you do not have an alter put in on a table, if no table place it on top your fridge, if no fridge place it on the floor if no floor, oonuh low mi yah, mi run outta words an place fi tell oonuh! Just fling it gi dawg yah man, cho!……….(insert big duttie Jamaican bad wud across the dotted line here or wherever). Place a dish of sweets or candy in a plate, for the die hard Jamaicans who refuse fi undastan inglish wud, oonuh puddung plenty sweetie inna one plate fi gi whey or whey people or dem pickney wi nyam fram, you can give whom you choose from it.
It matters not if you have never heard of Diwali before, and of course there are those who will kill in Jesus name, anything other than Christianity is abomination to them. One left a load of comments here on my blog yesterday, denouncing me and my writings and sending my readers to another site for dream interpretations in Jesus name. I laugh at these stupid fools.
We people of African descent are the only set of people embarrassed of our spirituality and are quick to judge people like me who have embraced theirs. Yet these followers of Christ, will sit comfortably in an Asian nail shop, when they are met at the door of said shops with ancestral shrines set up with all sorts of fruits, incense and lights. The Asians, are not ashamed of their spirituality and display them openly in their homes and business places. In China and all over Asia and India shrines are set up everywhere, and these people worship their Gods openly. If you go to China town New York and other places, you will see men and women soliciting you to read your fortune, and not only Asians, but Arabic people and more. In metaphysic book stores white people (who have embraced their spirituality) are there doing readings and recommending crystals and oils for many different uses, but if someone sees you speaking to me Obara Meji, you have to make excuses as to why, caws mi ah Obeah woman (mi love de title yuh si).
Have you ever wondered why a brilliant race of people (Africans like us) although rich with knowledge and are the first inhabitants of the world, have so much to lament about? It is because we have lost our way, we have forgotten our ancients, we venerate them no more. We are ashamed of them, embarrassed of our culture, embarrassed of who we are and who we belong to. Up top I wrote, that the mind separates us upon our enlightenment, according to our consciousness. The conscious influences the sub-conscious, if we as a people release the fear which was indoctrinated by religion, and religion especially Christianity is based on fear, which lowers vibrations, if ever we could release this fear and overcome indoctrination, we would become free and once again be apart of the whole as we should be. We taught them, what they now use against us and are evolving past us…shame. Namaste!
Ẹni bá pẹ́ nígbó á rí ìríkúùrí /
Whoever tarries long in the forest, will have strange experiences.
[Delays may lead to unusual results; make hay while the sun shines]
All religions are valid as long as it teaches peace and love…..Obara Meji!