There are so many mysteries here in this earth realm and about our lives in which we live. Many of us have no idea of water people or other dimensions or other realities. Many of us are so caught up with trying to get through life and it’s encumbrances. Survival for most of us is what is on the mind, some finding it difficult here and others play it a day at a time. I have always known somewhere from deep within, that although I was human, I was different.
I was born on one of the most beautiful islands in the world, (beautiful oceans, clean lush rivers, hauntingly deep blue mysterious looking lagoons), I can not say it often enough, and that is Jamaica. In Jamaica, up to the very air communicates with you because within it the smells of the Caribbean sea intermingles… or perhaps it was just with me. Perhaps I had a heightened state of consciousness way before I realised this was so. I was born on an Island, but it would be later that I would find out that I came from the world of water.
The topic at hand is about Water people and I’ll be doing a series of posts this week on people who inhabit the earth but are from different realms within the space and time continuum. Realms that are “simulations” of aspects of nature. I will explain this another time.
There was once I heard a story of a woman from an African country, I forget which, who was about to be married. All preparations were made and the day had come. Her husband-to-be was already at the venue and she was to come along afterwards. But her family could not find her, and when asking her attendants where she was, they were told that sometime while getting dressed, she had went to the river. Everyone rushed to the river but they found no trace of her. She couldn’t be found anywhere.
After perhaps months or years (I’ve forgotten) had gone by, the woman was found wandering, lost. Someone recognized her and she was reunited with her family. It took some weeks, perhaps, before all involved could hear from her what had occurred. Apparently that afternoon, she had indeed went to the river, but for some reason found herself in a different town. The dirt was red, like rural Jamaica, or some places in Africa, and people milled about doing chores just like they did in her village. At first, she wondered where she was and how did she get here?
She looked and dressed differently from everyone else who, she said, wore “ancient attire”. Someone, a woman, perhaps, came upon her and took her to a place where a thickly built light complexioned woman sat. She was dressed in full black, her head wrapped and all. The woman had a round face and piercing black eyes; she had a stern look. When the young lady was brought before her, she spoke in a different language to the ones who had brought her before the woman, and she sounded upset. The woman said that the woman in black began to speak to her, although she only heard her through her thoughts.
“You’re not the one that is supposed to be here,” she said. “It is your mother that we sent for. She has not been doing what she is supposed to do there where you all live, and so she was sent to be brought back home.”
The young lady was confused about all of this and very afraid, all the while wondering if she was dead, and this was Heaven. She had all thoughts and memory of the life she just left, because this encounter seemed like only minutes had passed. Meanwhile, in her world, days and weeks were flying by.
The woman, still seemingly angry, continued. “Now that you are here, albeit mistakenly, you will have to stay and work. Do your part until I decide if I will allow you to go back. But if you indeed go back, something else will have to happen.”
The young lady said she became apart of this community and worked like everyone else did. In that place where she was, everybody worked everyday. In her conscious mind, she could think as how she did when she was on Earth, she now realised she was not in the Earth realm anymore, and was actually told by the woman when she was in front of her that she was at the very bottom of the river.
Yet, there was no water. And the Sun was as hot as it was in the Earth realm.
There came a time (she had no idea when or how long she was there) when she was told that she would be going back soon, but then her family line had to pay for what had not been paid for very long. That was when she went to sleep and woke up by the river side, dazed and tired. She felt as if she had been walking for weeks.
While she related the story, her mother along with other family members cried. The mother, especially, seemed to understand what had happened to her daughter. It was not long after that that the mother died. But before she did, she told them that she had to go because she had neglected her duties here with the world that she came from, and because of that her daughter had to pay the price.
Now this story, I’m told, is a true one. I may not have related it the exact way it was told to me, but the whole idea is there. It was obvious that this was an alternate reality. Another dimension that this young lady had stepped into and before I explain all of this, let me give you my own story….
There was a time when I, too, found myself at the bottom of the river. This was not a dream, this was an experience. I had no idea then that I was from the water, most especially the river. I was in a room that had a gurney. 3 women were there. They wore long gowns, and had eyes that were black with not much if any white showing and looked like that of fishes, they looked like (their complexion) the indigenous people Columbus claimed to have met when he supposedly discovered Jamaica .
All around us were silver drawers, like a mortuary. The room was clinical in it’s look; spotless and antiseptic. I wondered as I laid on the gurney what was I doing here? I was aware that I was present there. This was not a dream. One of the women came over to me and told me that she would have to stick a needle in the pupils of my eyes so that I would not be able to see what all that I would encounter during my visit. Or else I would not be able to leave.
After the needle was stuck into both of my eyes, I didn’t feel anything but my eyes became glazed. Everything was extremely foggy, but I could make out shapes and forms. But nothing else was clear.
Then a lot happened.
I could feel the dampness, which was on the outside of the room, but the room itself was dry. Although I wasn’t afraid, I wanted to be. I thought I should be. After some time, I was released. To this day, I know most of what happened but I’ve never entirely shared everything. Yet, I knew that I had visited home.
There are some people here that belongs to water; whether river, pond, lake, lagoon or ocean. And they are indeed identifiable by knowledgeable elders, such as I or others, who will know the physical signs that they have or the character that they display.
Many of them have no idea, and when I see them or even when I speak to them (some of you bloggers), I smile inwardly because I recognize who you are. I will tell you one or two of the physical marks that water people have. But this is just a small amount compared to the many I could share, but I find that those here are not ready for the depths of this argument as yet.
Physical Marks of Water People (Sweet Waters)
- Water People are often with moles, beauty marks, or freckles on their face or other parts of their bodies. Most often the moles/beauty marks are small ones. However, some can get big but when they grow big they will eventually fall off. (Please don’t mistake moles for warts).
- People who have clear full eyes (not bulging), which may be the first thing someone compliments them on as they see them.
- Water People also tend to have good skin (nuh spotty groupy or bump up) but can be plagued with boils at times (…and there’s a reason for this).
- Most often you will find the ones who are slender, with beautiful elongated necks. These are usually people from the river, or from waters without salt.
- There is a firmness and strength that emits from them, regardless if they are quiet or naturally aggressive.
Characteristics of Water People (Sweet Waters)
- They are clean and usually love white, and everything white.
- Most of them are soft spoken or gentle in their character. (Let me just tell you that there is another part to this. I am from the water, but the part of the water that I am from is where the water falls the heaviest, so therefore, my personality is strong and assertive, and my voice caries this over).
- They like to dress well and are very fashionable. (Dem nuh chuh an’ galang)
- Something about them emits beauty, even if they are not physically beautiful.
- They are absolutely creative. You will find water people mostly in the arts; whether it’s theatre or otherwise.
- They are resourceful and most often, very loving, comforting, and compassionate. No matter how aggressive one might be on the outside.
- There are some who love the water and oddly enough, there are some who has an unexplainable fear water or the surroundings. I used to feel a dread when ever I was near water, or sometimes even beneath the spray of the shower. These are the ones who are old spiritually. But remember the woman in the story above went into the proverbial rabbit hole and found herself in a different dimension. I think this explains my fear.
In the Yoruba tradition of Ifa/Orisa, water people, especially those from the river are Osun people (to she I am initiated – see archetypes of osun here). She is also known as Mami Wata or Yemoja (Yemoja is actually a river deity, but in the diaspora she is venerated at the Ocean and she accepts), these are from the saltwater or ocean, description not given above. The Erzulie’s in Voudon from Haiti. Lakshmi from the Hindu’s. Quan Yin from the Chinese. Aphrodite from the Greeks, and a lot more.
I should mention that although Orisa Osun is the deity of the river, she is not found at all rivers. There are some rivers which male deities are the proprietors of. You ought to know that although Osun’s name is most popular and perhaps the head deity when it comes to sweet water, there are millions of deities such as her in the same waters. Their place here in this earth realm is very important, as so is others who come from the realms of fire and otherwise, which I will be dealing with in posts to come.
Question: Does anyone have an idea of what I mean by “simulations” of nature?
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.