Since the other day, I have been hooked on a Netflix original series called Travelers. One Sunday Night, when all had quieted down and I settled into my bed, I wanted something new to watch. Cable has a thousand channels here in Nigeria but nothing good to watch except food network, so I decided to go to trusty Netflix. I searched and found Travelers. The look of the characters advertised did not seem like vacationers to me, there was something eerie, out of place or to my taste there, so I checked it out to see what exactly was the series about. Here’s the premise by IMBD:
Hundreds of years from now, surviving humans discover how to send consciousness back through time, into people of the 21st century, while attempting to save humanity from a terrible future.
Now this is television, so of course they will make it spectacular and go over board for it to become a hit series, but that is not the point of this post, gimme a second and I will get to it. Several years ago, I had a weird experience that has settled in the bottom of my mind for years. The experience was so real that at times I question my own reality as it plays out daily here in this earth realm. Listen, if after reading this you think that a straight jacket and a padded room is needed for me, don’t worry, I have had it sitting (white bedazzled and blinged out) in my closet for years and I am building the padded room as an extention on my property. Never judge, just learn!
I have written about the woman who initiated me in Nigeria who passed away, who was my God Mother. While going through this spiritual battle with her, (I think I wrote this story here already, I am not sure, but it is a hard subject for me, you will see why as you read) she did so many bad things to my enemy (you all know I use “my enemy” when referring to anything negative regarding myself, you should too), but only she knows why. One of the things she did was when she sent obeah to me one night to kill my enemy.
As I slept that night, I awoke to the sound of a creaking floorboard, as if someone were walking towards my bedroom. It was winter and I was snuggled up under my comforter. I opened my eyes in the darkness of my room, becoming aware that there was someone in the house. As I inched closer to him (the ex husband, Mr. High Grade), I had a sudden presence of thought that said sternly, “Lay down quiet and don’t move.” I did just this, with my heart pounding. Whatever was outside that door, was not a human being. The creaking of the floorboards were so audible, there was no way a spirit could be making the sounds of the foot of a human being.
Then the door opened slowly, and the foot steps began walking toward my bed, towards me. My heart began to palpitate, for scared I was, but trusting the voice that told me to be still. I knew that it was a non-physical, I had been through enough battles with them not to know when they were around. After fighting for years because of enemies, their approach to me is always of caution. I guess I can look at myself as Xena the Warrior Queen (never princess, mi too Royal fi dat) of duppies. The room was dark, the ex husband liked the darkness, but I never did. It is not good to sleep in complete darkness, one day I will tell you all why.
My heart was practically in my throat as it seemed as if it was more afraid than I was. I have no idea how I managed to lay still because suddenly, I felt cold steel, like the barrel of a gun, pressed against the back of my enemies head and I had to swallow back my heart as it entered my mouth and then I heard a loud POW. The sound of a shot fired.
I jumped up screaming loudly and clutching the back of my head, thinking that I would see but not wanting to see or feel blood. I was sure there was blood. Mr. High Grade woke up and held onto me while I screamed and thrashed about on the bed. It took a while to convince me that I was alive. I saw no blood, no one was in the house, and to my knowledge I was breathing. He held me and calmed me down, telling me that it was a nightmare, but I was not sleeping. That was no nightmare. I eventually slept and took care of myself spiritually the next day.
I have often wondered if my enemy was killed that night. I have wondered if this reality that I am living is me in another realm still believing that I am still here on earth. Was I was so tied to this earth that I have created this reality, in other words, is the life that I am living now real? Or was there a soul exchange? Am I making any sense to you? Read this post and perhaps you will be a little more clear. I know I am alive, but that experience comes back to me at times and makes me wonder….
When I saw the first episode of travelers and saw how the traveler came into it’s host, it reminded me of the night I screamed and thrashed about. It was as if the creator of this series has spoken to me (although the’ve added other things to the show) or have had readings done from me, or maybe they read this blog. I say this because I always refer to myself as a volunteer. I am here as a volunteer, this I know for sure. Do not ask me how I know, I just do. I know my mission and I am on my journey. The show also tells me, that we have to pay attention to “Shows” in general because some of these writers or creators are not ordinary people, messages are being brought through them, either that or they study very well. Lesson from Obara Meji: “The highest form of spirituality is inspiration”
Recently I read a client and in the reading her daughter who is 19 years old came up. The revelation was that she needed a spiritual bath and that on January 16th, she should not leave the house after 7 pm. The reading did not say why, it just asks that they follow the instructions given. The mother is a loyal client of mine, so I thought she would have listened to me and demand that the young lady do as was told. The message went as far as to tell the mother that if it were possible, just let the girl stay home that day. I prepared a bath and it was given to the girl. On January 17th I got a call from the mother who was very distressed. She told me that the daughter did not come home until 10 pm that night. The mother said the girl was with the grandmother, and had to help her according to the story. She told me that when the daughter came in, they had an argument (not because of the time she came in, but she did not specify) the daughter cursed her very badly calling her the B word and cursing every expletive possible at her mom.
The mom, told me that she had never seen the daughter act like this, it was so bad, she had to kick her out of the house. The daughter then went to a relative. When she got to the relative’s house, she called her mother in the morning and cursed her over the phone, using the foulest of languages, disrespecting the mother in the worse ways. The woman was heartbroken. She paused while telling me the story, I guess expecting me to say something soothing to her, but how could I? The message was disobeyed and clearly something went wrong because the daughter was acting out of character. I did not admonish her for not listening to the message, she was distressed enough, but I hung up upon telling her that I would call her back. Now, remember, that the message came, but it did not say why the girl should stay home after 7 pm. There comes a time in our lives when we should be obedient.
In case you are wondering to yourself, thinking, this is how some young people act. Remember the oracle, the message and the specific warning. This was no ordinary case. It was specific to the young lady’s journey.
So what happened to the young lady? I am sure you all want to know. I sat with some of my elders here. I told them about the divination I did for the mother and the warning that came for the daughter through the mother’s reading. I told them what later manifested and that the daughter did not listen and came home late. They turned to me and said what I expected them to. I had already drawn my own conclusions, but had kept quiet to hear what the wise African men had to say. They said the message was clear, the girl was in danger of picking up a bad energy or she would encounter a spiritual or spirit exchange. It was targeted for that date and perhaps that hour or hours thereafter. It was not necessarily obeah. There are times when there are energy shifts happening and some people are vulnerable to exchange, especially while the earth is shifting to another dimension as we speak.
It is a subject I would love to go into deep, but I do not have the audience here that it would take for a deeper conversation on this. Yes, we have strangers among us, it sounds weird, but this has been happening for thousands of years. Unfortunately, this girl picked up a malevolent or a negative energy and she will have to stay with it for life. That particular energy is something that several people across the world caught within that hour. Maybe these people had something astrologically in common, or something else in common. Or maybe she encountered another energy that “braided” or “plaited” with her own spirit. The young girl, henceforth, will begin showing dual personalities.
There are times when she will be ok, and another time when that “cuss” spirit will come out, which will have others thinking she has split personalities, not knowing that on the 16th of January she went through an energy shift, or encountered a spirit that braided with her own, making it a dual energy existing within one body. Gone was the child the woman knew. Is she ready to hear this? I have not told her. Truth be told, I do not know how to. A part of me wants to be stern and tell her, “well you didn’t listen.” But I know what she will be dealing with years to come, so I reserve the right to stay quiet. I did my job by giving the message. There!
There are so many things happening daily that affect us here while we journey along, just remember to stay present in your life. Listen to yourself, trust your self. If you notice, I mostly close my post with the same advice, one day you all will thank me.
P.S Read the book with the same title of this post by Ruth Montegomery, and watch Travelers on Netflix. They’re pretty good.
A kì í yangan bàtà, lójú ẹni tí kò lẹ́sẹ̀. /
Don’t brag about shoes in the presence of someone who has no legs.
[Be courteous and considerate]
All religions are valid as long as it teaches peace and love – Obara Meji