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IGNORING YOUR SPIRITUAL CALLING – THE CONSEQUENCES

This past Saturday we had a lovely time in the Obeah class. My students and I connected. While I will not go into what we discussed there, there were a few revelations that I had given to the class which gave them some "Ah hah!" moments. There is so much to know in this life, so much to understand. I am now at a place where nothing surprises me anymore. ...

This past Saturday we had a lovely time in the Obeah class. My students and I connected. While I will not go into what we discussed there, there were a few revelations that I had given to the class which gave them some "Ah hah!" moments. There is so much to know in this life, so much to understand. I am now at a place where nothing surprises me anymore. ...

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. ...