The Living Dead: How the Spirit is Judged While the Body Remains in the World

During my spiritual initiation, the time when I was being taught by high Non-Physical Beings within the invisible world, there were times that I would pray for people on the phone. Word got around, so people lined up to speak to me while I sang, prayed and prophesied. There were a set of women, two who were always on the phone with me on a conference call, and we would sing and pray while Spirit revealed to me their fate.

These were nice times to me, but they were scary times also. I was a young Neophyte, thrust into the deep end of the pool, battling to swim. One Sunday evening, these women called me and added a third on a joint conference call.

As usual, we sang and prayed just like devotion (this is how I began my journey, perhaps because at the time, I was a Christian). While on the phone singing out our throats and praying, we heard loud snores like a fired-up chainsaw deep in the forest cutting down tall trees. One of the women on the phone shouted,

“Molly! Yuh really ah snore while we ah pray and ah praise God?”

Who said this was the dominant of the three friends (the Aries of the group) and the more outspoken. She took our time together seriously and felt that Molly was disrespecting the sacredness of what we were doing.

You see, bloggers, during this time when I would do these things, deep revelation would come forth and all that was prophesied came true. They not only told of problems, but they also gave the solutions. These women relied on me for their protection, they knew that Spirit worked through my body, and they understood that Spirit was attached to something higher than us. I was just an intermediary, and so they respected it.

Molly apologized in her groggy state and straightened herself up for us to go at it again. However, a message came through while she was apologizing…

I suddenly told her, “Molly, you’re getting ready to go to Jamaica, but if you go, you’re going to die there.”

The women both let out a cry. The Aries said, “Jesus Christ”, and the other friend, muttered an “Oh sh*%t“.

This was like cold water being splashed on Molly’s face because immediately she was wide awake and asked me, “What can I do to remove this?”

The Spirit then gave me several instructions which I told to her, and the last of the instructions was that I should take her to Jamaica and visit a particular river there. Molly booked everything, and in a week, I was in Jamaica with her. I gathered all the items that Spirit had told me to gather, dressed the way Spirit told me to dress myself and Molly, and we drove to the countryside to the exact spot where Spirit had told us to go.

When we got to the river, the spot where we were, morass covered the waters, and I wondered to myself briefly “Why did the spirit bring us here?” – there’s a reason.

I now started to sing and pray to the river, and as I began to do so, the morass began to clear until completely crystal clear. You could look inside and see the beautiful river stones beneath. I did what I was instructed to do with Molly at the river to finish the series of works I was to do for Molly, the river being the final work. After I did this, I turned to her with a message from the Riva Muma as we call the Deity of the river in Jamaica. She is strict!

I said, “Molly, the River Mother says to tell you that for now, you are okay, but the work is not over, and it will only be complete if you return in 2 years here with me to do the same ritual.”

Right at the river, Molly said, “Yeah man, don’t worry, I will come back.”

That was it.

We went back to America and everyone parted ways to their own lives. Molly and her friends worked together in whatever work they did. However, several months after that, they were involved in some type of transaction where Molly deceived her friends and stole a lot of money from them. This started a war.

The women found out that the thief was Molly, but Molly believed that there was no way they could have known this, and it had to have been someone who told them. Of course, because of who I am, Molly believed that I had seen it spiritually and had revealed it to the women. This was not true. As a matter of fact, the women told me they needed no confirmation because they knew that it was Molly. In some kind of pyramid scheme, Molly had defrauded many people.

I, however, told the women that the date was approaching for Molly to return to the river, and no matter what, this was my work. I had to tell her. So I tried contacting her, and when I did, I heard Spirit tell me, “She’s not going anywhere.” But I ignored the message, I still had to try. This was someone’s life!

But when I got to Molly, she told me “Obara, I am rich and I know the God that I serve. He is the one who has provided for me, why would he strike me down before my time? I don’t subscribe to what you are saying. Only God alone can predict these things and Jesus the son, so F&%k off and leave me be!” … Yes, God does know best.

After all the hullaballoo, Molly and I never spoke again. But we were now approaching 2 years, which would have been March of that year, and in the middle of February, I was at home when I heard someone shouting my name outside.

I opened the balcony door and stepped out to see Molly driving a huge white truck, waving to me and saying proudly, “Do you see my new car?“

I shook my head, but I knew that her intent was to brag about what she had done to her friends. She was living the life. She had a lot of money now and buying properties here, there and everywhere. This was almost 2 years after the robbery.

Time went by and the next year came in. This was now January, the month of her birthday. She went to Jamaica to have a big birthday celebration. She had recently bought a beautiful mansion atop some type of hill in the country. On her way home to the house to prepare for her party, she was driving with her friends in the car when two bike men, one on the right of the car and the other on the left, assassinated Molly with a barrage ah shot! (sprayed the car with many bullets).

Molly’s face was torn to nothing with the amount of bullets the assassins had sprayed her with. She had to have a closed casket.

When I heard the news, I realized immediately that as wise as humans believe they are, or as educated or intellectual, there is no way a human can compare themselves to that of Spirit. I felt sad that she had lost her life in such a terrible way. However, when I remembered what the River Mother had instructed, I realize that the Deity knew that Molly’s character would not carry her past 2 years, and perhaps I can put it this way for those who are able to understand it:

During the time of when the death message had come for Molly, her spirit was in spiritual court (judgment). Perhaps for deeds she had done, perhaps for her intention, perhaps she had defrauded so many people that she had consumed all her life’s wealth and everyone else’s through her thieving ways, that the tears of the people she had robbed had brought her spirit before judgment in the invisible world. Perhaps her spiritual guide acted as her lawyer and begged the Courts to give her 2 years to redeem herself (which would perhaps be like a day within the Universe), to allow her conscience to guide her. Therefore, the Court will present her with a temptation, a golden opportunity that she would need to weigh: “Should I? or Should I not do this?” In Molly’s case, she was presented with an opportunity for instant riches, but it would require deception and betrayal, and in this she failed, and her fate sealed.

This may sound mythological, but I assure you, it is the truth. If only spirituality was taught in schools, many lives would be saved.

My conclusion to this was that within that 2 years time, Molly was a living dead. She walked among us in human flesh, but her spirit had already departed. And this does happen. Many walk among us who are currently under judgment. Their spirit has already transitioned, but the body is yet to catch up to that reality. There is a reason why this happens (read What Happens in the Spiritual Realms When You Are Spiritually Attacked).

What Happens in the Realms When You are Spiritually Attacked?

Several years later, I was asleep and something woke me up and it was Molly standing at my door in a white bridal outfit. She had no face. I recited incantations and chased her away from my home, and she vanished.

I can not save the world, and I can not change people’s minds and intentions. I can only try to share my experiences with you and have you introspect and look into yourself, and if what you see, you do not like, I hope that you have the courage to change it.

Life is a great thing but you must remember that we are not here for ourselves. We are here to learn, and we are here to do for each other.

So I beseech you all to walk good.

Obara Meji

Of your achievements, accomplishments, and academics I care not…show me your humanity!

Obara Meji