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THE APPEASEMENT OF WATER DEITIES (THE FLAT BRIDGE STORY)

Ever since I was a little girl growing up in Kingston Jamaica, my mother always spoke almost in fright about Rio Cobre and the bridge that runs across it called Flat Bridge. Located in Bog Walk, St. Catherine, it is said that the bridge was built by slaves, and according to Wikipedia, "When the bridge was being constructed, the sixteen plantations in the Bog Walk area were obliged to send one enslaved African in every fifty to work on the River Road, sometimes called Sixteen Mile Walk. Gravel, marl, lime, sand and stone had to be dug. Slaves often lost their lives as they performed dangerous tasks in the Gorge. Contracts for timber and for masons to work on the bridge were authorized at vestry meetings."  This bridge has claimed many lives, much to the mystery of the Jamaican people and there are also tales of spirit (duppy) sightings as many people have said that the spirits of the dead slaves usually gather at the bridge, and there are times when they seek the blood of passersby. But the truth, as the saying goes, is stranger than fiction. ...

Ever since I was a little girl growing up in Kingston Jamaica, my mother always spoke almost in fright about Rio Cobre and the bridge that runs across it called Flat Bridge. Located in Bog Walk, St. Catherine, it is said that the bridge was built by slaves, and according to Wikipedia, "When the bridge was being constructed, the sixteen plantations in the Bog Walk area were obliged to send one enslaved African in every fifty to work on the River Road, sometimes called Sixteen Mile Walk. Gravel, marl, lime, sand and stone had to be dug. Slaves often lost their lives as they performed dangerous tasks in the Gorge. Contracts for timber and for masons to work on the bridge were authorized at vestry meetings."  This bridge has claimed many lives, much to the mystery of the Jamaican people and there are also tales of spirit (duppy) sightings as many people have said that the spirits of the dead slaves usually gather at the bridge, and there are times when they seek the blood of passersby. But the truth, as the saying goes, is stranger than fiction. ...

MESSAGE FROM AN ELDER

Good day everyone. After taking a long break from writing and coming back, writing two posts back to back, this being my third, it felt good within my spirit to reconnect with my bloggers again. As I mentioned before, this year 2016 found me in another phase of my life, and this one felt as if I had been flung into the deepest part of the ocean, whereas before, with all my other experiences, it was the deepest part of the pool. I struggled and fought against the current of the water to come up for air, and for some reason, within the depths of my spirit, even though all is not well, I believe all is well. For now, I'm floating on top of the water. I have not seen the rescue ship, but I feel it coming. Where I was plunged in the depths of the ocean, where there was darkness and void, now that I am on top of the ocean, I can see the sun and it is bright. There is a quote that says "hope springs eternal," and yes it does... ...

Good day everyone. After taking a long break from writing and coming back, writing two posts back to back, this being my third, it felt good within my spirit to reconnect with my bloggers again. As I mentioned before, this year 2016 found me in another phase of my life, and this one felt as if I had been flung into the deepest part of the ocean, whereas before, with all my other experiences, it was the deepest part of the pool. I struggled and fought against the current of the water to come up for air, and for some reason, within the depths of my spirit, even though all is not well, I believe all is well. For now, I'm floating on top of the water. I have not seen the rescue ship, but I feel it coming. Where I was plunged in the depths of the ocean, where there was darkness and void, now that I am on top of the ocean, I can see the sun and it is bright. There is a quote that says "hope springs eternal," and yes it does... ...

THE RASTA MAN, HIS SPIRITUALITY, AND GENETIC MEMORY

There is spirituality in every culture and within every movement. Anything that deals outside of the human being and deals with a God or a deity, consciousness, the Universe and it's cosmology, things that are unknown to the human mind or unexplained, is viewed as spirituality. There is no single agreed upon definition of spirituality, but what certain groups or individuals look towards as this consciousness or their conscious level of elevation, having to do with their journey or pathway through life, this is their spirituality - the search. When I was a little girl growing up in Kingston, Jamaica, I once asked my father why he didn't pork, and he told me that because he was a Rasta man, and in my innocence, I asked him "but daddy, I don't see any dread locks," and his reply to me was "I am a Rasta Man in my heart, mi baby." Every since that time and events after this, I have always been fascinated with this movement and it's people. Their philosophy, the way they live their life, their community, their wisdom, their oneness with nature, and their back-to-Africa-movement. ...

There is spirituality in every culture and within every movement. Anything that deals outside of the human being and deals with a God or a deity, consciousness, the Universe and it's cosmology, things that are unknown to the human mind or unexplained, is viewed as spirituality. There is no single agreed upon definition of spirituality, but what certain groups or individuals look towards as this consciousness or their conscious level of elevation, having to do with their journey or pathway through life, this is their spirituality - the search. When I was a little girl growing up in Kingston, Jamaica, I once asked my father why he didn't pork, and he told me that because he was a Rasta man, and in my innocence, I asked him "but daddy, I don't see any dread locks," and his reply to me was "I am a Rasta Man in my heart, mi baby." Every since that time and events after this, I have always been fascinated with this movement and it's people. Their philosophy, the way they live their life, their community, their wisdom, their oneness with nature, and their back-to-Africa-movement. ...

THE FEAR AND STIGMA OF READERS/DIVINERS WITHIN JAMAICA AND ABROAD

Some years ago on a Saturday afternoon in Jamaica, my mother's friend, who was a short dark complexioned woman with watery droopy eyes, came to see my mother. I remember her from my mother's job as the canteen lady, as she worked in the hospital of the University of the West Indies. On this particular day, it seemed as if the woman had been crying as her droopy eyes were red and the puffyness under her eyes were more pronounced that day. I felt sad for her somehow, although I did not know what was happening. As her whole body structure told me that she felt defeated, although I did not know at that time how to put my thoughts into words, I knew she was not having a good day. My mother had the woman sit on our veranda while she went inside to get something. I watched as my mother came out with a small bottle filled with a turquoise colored liquid. She went over to the woman, used her index finger to cover the mouth of the bottle and tipped it to get it's liquid, then used her finger to place a sign (perhaps it was of a cross) on certain areas of the woman's face, neck, and chest. ...

Some years ago on a Saturday afternoon in Jamaica, my mother's friend, who was a short dark complexioned woman with watery droopy eyes, came to see my mother. I remember her from my mother's job as the canteen lady, as she worked in the hospital of the University of the West Indies. On this particular day, it seemed as if the woman had been crying as her droopy eyes were red and the puffyness under her eyes were more pronounced that day. I felt sad for her somehow, although I did not know what was happening. As her whole body structure told me that she felt defeated, although I did not know at that time how to put my thoughts into words, I knew she was not having a good day. My mother had the woman sit on our veranda while she went inside to get something. I watched as my mother came out with a small bottle filled with a turquoise colored liquid. She went over to the woman, used her index finger to cover the mouth of the bottle and tipped it to get it's liquid, then used her finger to place a sign (perhaps it was of a cross) on certain areas of the woman's face, neck, and chest. ...

THE SPIRITUALITY OF JAMAICA PT. 2

Recently I spoke to the Oluwo who first went with me to Africa for the first set of my initiations. We were having a conversation of how initiations are done throughout the country by different people and the techniques most use. During our conversation, I began to remember my Osun initiation and the ten days I spent on my God mothers mat. I had been a spiritual practitioner before I was brought to tradition, and I was taught by non physical elders, no human being imparted anything upon me, other than what I learned from watching my mother, who never explained anything. Sure I had three spiritual mentors, three spiritual gurus who, at different times in my life, I was close to. I learned a lot from them, but the odd thing was that I was never taught by them. It wasn't until I began to wake up to me that I began to look back on my childhood and see the mystic of who my mother was. While on the compound in Nigeria, being surrounded by the oloorishas who were initiating me, I saw my mother and her wisdom in their actions. The atmosphere there on the compound reminded me of Jamaica and the spiritual churches, and although they (the Africans) did things differently, probably more intense, the energy was almost the same. ...

Recently I spoke to the Oluwo who first went with me to Africa for the first set of my initiations. We were having a conversation of how initiations are done throughout the country by different people and the techniques most use. During our conversation, I began to remember my Osun initiation and the ten days I spent on my God mothers mat. I had been a spiritual practitioner before I was brought to tradition, and I was taught by non physical elders, no human being imparted anything upon me, other than what I learned from watching my mother, who never explained anything. Sure I had three spiritual mentors, three spiritual gurus who, at different times in my life, I was close to. I learned a lot from them, but the odd thing was that I was never taught by them. It wasn't until I began to wake up to me that I began to look back on my childhood and see the mystic of who my mother was. While on the compound in Nigeria, being surrounded by the oloorishas who were initiating me, I saw my mother and her wisdom in their actions. The atmosphere there on the compound reminded me of Jamaica and the spiritual churches, and although they (the Africans) did things differently, probably more intense, the energy was almost the same. ...