June 9, 2023

Well… I had a guarding Orisa reading last night to definitively find out who my tutelary Orisa was, and while it was a nice surprise and no surprise….

My MAMA is Yemoja!!!

However, Osun is walking with me hand and foot. The two of them take care of me. I am in fact what they call Dos Aguas in Lukumi… a daughter of two waters.

The way it was explained to me was that Osun said “Okay Mama, you can have herhead, but she’s mine from the neck down.”

I guess I always knew it… there is no other explanation for the supernatural relationship I have always had with the Sea, and water in general and very specifically.

I am also a witch I am told. Ha! Now I can say it seriously now, rather than as a joke.

It was a great reading, wonderful in fact. It confirmed a lot of stuff I have known deep down for a long time, but you know all is well. Some stuff I would have preferred to happen sooner, must now wait, but hey…

Yemoja is my MAMA!!! And Osun is my Mama too… whatever I do for Yemoja, I must do for Osun… whatever I do for Osun, I must do for Yemoja.

It’s a head teef, because I had a powerful dream about this a year ago:

In the dream, I was surrounded by the dark and drifting, I was uneasy but not quite scared. The dark was impenetrable and no light was anywhere.

Suddenly someone dressed in white appeared next to me, then another and another until I was surrounded by them. The appeared to be giving off light. Or rather that light shone ON them.

The started to turn me around and around and around, and I closed my eyes. I felt a breeze, and heard waves and opened my eyes and all of us were on a beach.

The sea was blue, blue, blue; cerulean blue. The sand was white, white, white; almost bleached white.

The people in white still surrounded me, and they led me up the beach to a hut in a clearing surrounded by palm trees.

They took me into the hut, and there on the floor sat a babalawo. He began to divine for me, and what he said I don’t remember… but at the end he said, “Ahhh…. everybody thinks you’re Osun, but you belong to Yemoja.”

Next in the dream I was outside, sitting in a triangular outcropping of land covered with banyan and mangrove trees.

I was sitting in a cleft between the roots of a huge tree, my back pressed against the trunk.

There were sisters dressed in white, spread out, all of us in similar positions. The Sea ran on one side, and a River flowed down the other side into the Sea. I remember feeling very at peace.

So I think I’m never going to ignore my dreams or set them aside again. I always take them seriously, but you know…. sometimes it’s easy to deprecate them. Not me again….

sungoddess

dayo's mama, writer, web developer, orisha devotee, omo yemoja, dos aguas, apple addict, obsessive reader, sci-fi fan, blog pig, trini-bajan, book slut, second life entrepreneur, combermerian, baby mama, second life, music, music, music!

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sungoddess

dayo's mama, writer, web developer, orisha devotee, omo yemoja, dos aguas, apple addict, obsessive reader, sci-fi fan, blog pig, trini-bajan, book slut, second life entrepreneur, combermerian, baby mama, second life, music, music, music!

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