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Dream of Natives of Islands North of Trinidad

natives2Waking Life Prelude

Yesterday an exterminator visited my home and informed me that he would like to go to St. Lucia to honeymoon — he and his fiance are marrying in August of this year.  I asked exactly where the islands were.  He pulled out his phone and showed me the map and they are northwest of Trinidad.  I did not give it any more thought.

I am almost certain there are no coincidences in life as the Universe is too horribly mathematical for that…

The Dream

I was home and looking out of the window during the spring season.  I noted that many caucasian couples were planting on the first day of spring as if their lives depended on it.  I then looked at an old tomato plant that I had, which I thought had died, but it was full of fruit.  I was very excited.

Suddenly the dream changed and too tall Natives were standing in front of me in Native gear.  I have had numerous dreams of natives in the past.  These men did not have shirts on and their skin was tanned, almost brown.  The taller of the two was very handsome and smelled really good, sort of woodsy.  I touched his skin and it was very smooth.  All of my senses were active (I recently had a medical eye procedure and I am observant of changes in my inner vision as well).  I believed him to be my husband.  His companion was also his protector and he was shorter and not as handsome.  They both had long black hair and wanted me to wait behind for them so that they could go where ever they were headed.  They said they would come back to get me.

I asked them where they were from and he told me some place that started with an ‘O’.  He said it was an island northwest of Trinidad.  He said they had powerful magic there that I should know about, something like shamanism or animism.

Suddenly we were at a church function and I saw my aunt sitting with an occult item and a bible (she is a Christian in real life, and is my aunt by marriage who happens to look like the Native I was speaking with).  I was surprised she had the occult object and there were preachers there and tables full of golden earrings.  The object she held had a painting of fire on it.

After Awakening

I did some research and can only trace the location my dream husband referenced to one of the Indian tribes of Orinoco, likely the Warao or the Caribs who are into animism.  Some of the south Caribbean and South American natives in that vicinity have been known to make occult objects of serpentine or ‘green stone’.  I recently purchased a few serpentine pieces from an African dealer and one of them is very large.  My purchase of serpentine stemmed from a dream I had in early 2015 where I was told I should acquire Chyta, which is another name for serpentine.

My dreams have changed since the purchase of these pieces, becoming more clear.  I will continue to observe the possible effects of my eye surgery and the art pieces on my dreams.

 

 

 

It’s the God in Me and ‘In Me’ ‘Is Me’

If we have numerous hairs or antennaes, what if each was connected to an‪#‎ancestral‬ mind, and if all we are is the sum total of the minds that reside in, around and with our current bodies, what if all of the ancestors of nature and their minds were connected to our minds and live in it. This makes ME an ancestral union.

The Essence of Mind and How We Fool Ourselves Into Not Accepting Who and What We Are

A mind is neither human or inhuman, it is simply consciousness. If we self-empower thru prayers to ourselves and practiced knowing, honoring and building up ourselves, and learned to practice “us” with only the need to respect others, would we not all be powerful ‪#‎Gods‬ in and of ourselves? Would our prayers to ourselves not strengthen and add to us? If we allowed every aspect of US to flourish, would we not be Just and Righteous?

As long as we ignore the practice of our own selves, who we know, and continually seek power outside of ourselves, we shall remain power-less.

The idea of worshipping a mind that we are interconnected to is self-worship anyway because we are the sum total of that ‪#‎mind‬.

The Art of Mind Control, Oooops, I mean Religion‪

#‎Religion‬ causes us to demote our own selves to mere status of temple only, thereby making us feel helpless in times of trouble, looking to other minds that we have empowered, to help us.

Religion and other spiritual systems convince us that it is impossible for us to have power and that any power we wield is borrowed from others.

It is in the best interest of world leaders to convince you that you are powerless, so that they can control your minds with fear and destroy all concepts that we, ourselves are The Power. If you had developed your own power, you could simply turn off their influence, and they know it so they just destroy your temples with war, but what if we all refused to participate in their wars. They can’t make you do anything without your own participations. You are being overpowered because you are underdeveloped and malnourished. You have been taught to be mice and not men.

Earth is made of billions of parts, yet is one body. Who convinced you that you are Not plurality and are only one spirit? We have wasted so much time learning stupidity. When I say We are Gods, I am talking about Myself.

Later that Morning….

butterfly wingThis butterfly wing was on my patio table this morning and it speaks to the way that the ancestors live within us. If you look at the source or beginning of the wing where the wing would have attached to the butterfly, you will see how the branches go out and how we are connected to our ancestors and are basically reborn ancestors. This actually is graphic confirmation of what I was saying this morning. #ManyInTheOne. Ase.

RT

 

On the Wings of Butterflies: A Dream Revelation of Osun [Oschun] and Yoruba

Recently we have been discussing in a Facebook group of mine revelations from spirit entities .  Last night I had the weirdest most revealing dream and the picture I have chosen to illustrate this post is an actual unretouched photo of a butterfly that appeared to me in August 2014 on the wall of my house.  The African queen on the butterfly’s wing is just as it appeared on the butterfly…..again I will say I have done nothing to retouch or edit this photo.

I Had a Dream.

I am in a large indoor auditorium, and many female family members from my father’s side are there to include his sisters, their children, my mother and oldest sister.  The only male person who appears in the dream is my son.  I am trying to find a seat and loads of people are coming in, but I plop down in this open seat before the others fill up.  Somehow I know my children are there and safe, though they are not next to me.

I do not recall if we saw a concert or a play, but it was immediately over so we began leaving the auditorium.  I took my little boy, who I met back up with, to the bathroom and then looked in the mirror while I waited for him.  I had my body and an old black man’s head!  In waking life years ago I met a lawn man at a college that I worked at.  He was an old, friendly, very black, groundskeeper and he asked me to marry him.  The old man was serious and I was nice to him because I thought he was a dear.  He complimented me all the time and said he had numerous young wives and many children even though he was very old, which we all use to joke about at work. I always wondered how a man in his 70s could work like that in the hot sun. Years later I ask myself, “who was he really?”  Now back to the dream….  Well it was his (the groundsman’s) head that I had and I saw him down the hallway and he had my head. Keep in mind, I had not thought about this old man in years!  My mother, who actually is a Christian in waking life, came up to me with a disapproving look as I danced around laughing in front of the mirror, picking at my jheri curls.  This was quite normal to me and I told her he was going to transform my head and give it back to me and I was instantly outside and he was doing magick on the ground and he removed a covering and I saw a beautiful head, many of them, with other nice things that people want, which he was creating.  I remember thinking, I’m going to love my new head.

Afterwards I met my other family in a waiting room and I asked to hold a cute baby girl and she started throwing up everywhere.  Her mom gave me one small, white cloth to clean it and the baby kept vomiting and it was getting all over me.  I could tell she was not sick because she had been playing, she was just overly fed.  Her mom then gave me some white tape to clean it with……tape?  The baby’s auntie walked in and I was like oh there’s your auntie, go to her and I held both her little hands and walked her over to her auntie!

As we were leaving my cousin asked her mom a question about what her mom use to do when people didn’t like her.  Her mom said you must keep moving ahead and let nothing stop you.

By that time I had my own head back.

Here is My Interpretation of the Dream

My immediate thought upon waking is that I am about to be joined to spirit and/or an actual physical relationship, which will transform me in a good way.  I believe the groundsman was actually a spirit being who appeared to me in the flesh to make a proposal.  At that time I did not understand spirit and thought he was just a human.  Apparently he believed in spiritual polygamy….LOL!  This may be why some people say the African Spirits will call you if they want to do business.

Baby vomit in dreams typically indicates getting rid of all negativity, which I have done and it sometimes means excess and overflow according to traditional teaching.

I think the baby is the African American community and she was vomiting all of the lies that she has been fed here in America.  The small white cloth and white tape represent the cover up and the attempt to clean up and whitewash these lies, which robbed African Americans of their heritage.

During this time of #Awakening, our #Ancestors have started to speak and teach us themselves with unmistakable accuracy backed by scientific proof!  We will continue to vomit the old lies until it is all OUT!  In the words of my mother, “it behooves us to listen.”

Osun Was a Manly Woman.

As I was searching for a picture of a woman with a man’s head for this blog post, I discovered something about Osun that we do not hear a lot about in America. In this country we picture her as a seductress or a beautiful temptress who easily tires of men, feasts on pumpkin seeds and likes bejeweled combs, brass, fresh water and the color yellow.

I am including an excerpt from the book “Women in the Yoruba Religious Sphere by Oyeronke Olajubu in which she details an account of male deities unable to progress until Olodumare advises them to seek Osun, who they say they have avoided because she is a woman.  The word Osun supposedly means “one who dyes” as in one who colors cloth using reds and indigoes.  Eventually they find some of her apprentices who know how to pray to her and what she likes and soon all of their drought and problems are corrected after they seek a goddess instead only male deities:

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1st excerpt

Olodumare asks them, “Why don’t you consult with her?”

They replied, “It was because she was only a female among them.”

Olodumare replied, “May it not be so. Osun is a manly woman.”

2nd excerpt

….They began to consult Osun for their plans. Normalcy returned to the world.

3rd excerpt

Hot woman who blocks the road (by flooding it)

And causes men to run. She keeps her beard

Because of war.  One who in fury causes troubles and chaos.

The powerful and huge woman

Who cannot be captured.

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According to Olajubu, Osun was a wealthy beautiful woman who is on record in Yoruban history for being a fighter and offering poisonous vegetables to Islamic invaders in the 18th century, causing Osogbo to win the Fulani war against Islamic expansion and takeover.  The king noted that he could not rule without her help.  She was venerated as a goddess in Osogbo, in the Nigerian state of Osun.  The Osun-Osogbo festival is still held there today along the River Osun. Her shrines there were declared a World Heritage site in 2005 and the traditional religion, Islam and Christianity are practiced in Osogbo.

True Story about a Different Dream from Earlier this Year

Early this year I had a dream where someone spoke  and displayed the words Oya, Oooyou and Owepi, which are Lakota words for various sections or types of family.  I am now learning they are also Yoruban words and serve to linguistically confirm the presence of Africans in the Americas prior to colonisation.  Oyipi represents the female ruling house of Osogbo, in the Nigerian state of Osun.  Oyo is a Yoruban city state in Nigeria and the old city was abandoned upon rumors of war, causing many to flee to what is now Osogbo.  They are all family or in Lakota tradition, owepi, which means someone considered of the same bloodline.

Recently I posted in a forum that a woman had introduced me to Osun / Oschun this year at a candle shop (yes it has been quite a year) and taught me how to dress the candles and what things Osun likes.  I thought it was for me to get a man lol, but it was actually for me to understand my heritage as a warrior and royal daughter of a Queen, which is much more noble.

It is time for women to arise and to seek the goddess once again.  You may say where do I start?  I promise you everything will be revealed and you can google many places that can teach you about traditional African spirituality.  There are certain Christian teachings you should keep and some you should discard.  We are not to disregard or disrespect the male for we are all one, yin and yang, and without each other, we are nothing, however we are to realize there are no limitations in women and that we should use the powers that we are given to make change.

Despite the fact that my heritage was supposedly stolen from me, my ancestors have appeared to me in dreams and on the wings of butterflies to tell me who I am.  Keep in mind there is more than one incarnation and we may have been of many cultures or we may have remained in the same bloodline as we passed from death to life to death and back to life again.

I am aware that #SandraBland was a serious Christian and I will not even attempt to undermine her faith.  I do, however, as I consider what she wore during her arrest and her 6 ft stature, believe that in some way she was also a daughter of Osun whether she knew it or not.

Sometimes you will meet people or see phenomena in waking life that carries over from dreams or your thoughts. Dreams and waking life are all on the same tapestry, just on different planes.

Everything you see in waking life is not physical or what you think it is so pay attention in life’s university for spirit may be speaking of things more deeply than you know!  You could be entertaining angels unawares or better yet, The Orisha!

Dream: The ‪#‎Ancestors‬ Continue to ‪#‎Speak‬ – The Old ‪#‎Rancher‬, His Wife and the Cast Iron Stove

Every dream that I post is true and not made up, which is why many times I type in the wee hours of the morning. If I do not remember something, I do not type it.

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Last night I had a dream that I posted on Facebook hours ago and then went back to sleep. As an “‪#‎AfricanAmerican‬” with both ‪#‎Native‬ ‪#‎American‬ and‪#‎European‬ ‪#‎ancestry‬, I wondered about my heritage and asked myself how could I find out more. I drifted asleep…. Continue reading Dream: The ‪#‎Ancestors‬ Continue to ‪#‎Speak‬ – The Old ‪#‎Rancher‬, His Wife and the Cast Iron Stove

The Pouring of Libation

The Pouring of ‪#‎Libations‬

I have been on Facebook for quite a while but have never seen or heard anyone mention this very important ‪#‎tradition‬, even though I am sure some of you have. I know it is a tradition of ‪#‎African‬ ‪#‎culture‬ but I do not know whether or not it is a tradition in other cultures. I am almost certain other cultures have some rendition of this. I do believe that this is very important and for those of you who do not understand what the officiant is saying during the ceremony, after the ceremony he will sit and tell you what he said so that you can perform your own libations with regard to the protocol of who he is calling, why he is calling them, what he desires of them, how he performs these motions physically, when does he partake himself, etc.

As we embark on the United Nations effort to reconnect us to all cultures within the recent African races we need to wake up and stop calling ourselves victims when we do not use the tools that have been set before us so that we can empower ourselves with true power. It is so important because we have lost much ground by losing our traditions.

I know that one of the main objectives of the United Nations is numbers. How many of each nation exists on this planet. Every celebration and every initiative will be used to determine these numbers, however anything that is meant for evil will be for our good and we cannot be concerned, and neither should we be, about what people try to do to us. We should make sure that a hedge of protection is firmly planted around us, our families and our communities. and every piece of dung that is sent will be used as fertilizer and the refuse will be thrown back in the face of the one that sent it for evil.

As the circle of life continues I believe it is very important that we retain and document our traditions as appropriate so that we can become our true selves again.