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Love, Faith, & True Family
Happy Birthday Padrino Alo Ocan Roberto Gonzalez Sousa
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With my heart I invite you to allow me to share my STORY OF LOVE of a treasured family member. It is one of healing, of love, magic and even what some may call a miracle.
I am fortunate enough to have a second family through religious practices and marriage. I have a blood sister and brother whom I will always hold in my heart, but this story is about another kind of family. Now I hope you will stick with me while I share with you just one of my stories involving one of the most incredible men on the earth, Alo Ocan Roberto González Sousa. It is a story of love, hope, healing, courage, and great faith within, with the actions displayed.
When I address my brother-in-law Alo Ocan Roberto as Padrino I do it with gratitude for a man who has been brave enough to do for love what many cannot. In the Spring of 2007 Roberto did for me what was unthinkable, he did what he did as he saw necessary, as he knew my life was in impending and obvious danger. Know that if I were I in danger so was my then-husband Rolando, who was prepared to become the fierce warrior he is while putting himself in a line of fire, still it was as they say, “you can't take a knife to a gunfight”, and there within was the problem.
In 2007 I was the manager of a large apartment building. The area of the building was known to the police, but being in an isolated spot had remained quiet. The job was ideal for me at that time, the people I worked with were nice, the only downside was I had no control over whom the units in the building were rented to. There were no real issues with the building until a period when the rental agents had issues renting a couple of the units. The building was haunted and I have no doubt that is why those units did not rent easily, but that's a whole other story. When the units did not rent, the rental agents became less choosy about whom they rented to. That resulted in big problems including damage to property and threats to human life, beginning with mine.
On a spring night in 2007, I received a call from a tenant complaining about booming music. That night, my husband Rolando decided to accompany me as I went to address the complaint, for some reason he just did not feel right about me going alone as usual. When I found the tenant's unit with the music, I knocked on the door to ask the tenant if he could turn it down. When he opened the door, his eyes were wild and he seemed to become weirdly fixated on me. I will never forget his stare as it was the most bizarre look and feeling I'd ever experienced of someone at that time. I asked the tenant if he would turn the music down a bit, he said okay, but, instead of going back into his unit, he watched me intensely as I left to walk down the corridor to my husband who was waiting at the staircase door. I could feel his fixation with his intense stare impeding against my back until the point of entering the staircase. This was the beginning of big trouble which began that year.
That spring was a time of ridiculous events with all the shenanigans that went on in that building. Those shenanigans, however, soon turned into what some may call a nightmare. That nightmare resulted in our car being smashed with something like a crowbar, the police explained, to the point it was written off, the front door of the building smashed, and security patrolling the halls of the once-quiet building, alongside police surveillance, all to be topped off with death threats, against me. The threats were real enough that the police were doing dive-by checks and had advised me to carry a weapon while working in the common areas of the building. Now if you know me, I am not a person who would be likely to carry or even know how to handle a weapon. The thought of having to use one makes me feel ill as I am a peace-loving woman. As mentioned, private security was brought in by my company to provide protection due to the threats, there was damage to the building, along with other sinister activities going on. To this day it blows my mind that transpired in my simple happy life.
My brother-in-law Alo Ocan, Roberto Gonzalez Sousa has been involved with his spirituality since a small child. At the age of four he saw Saint Andrés appear before him and speak with him about his life. He is truly a magical person who has helped so many with what would be called ‘Miracles,’ too many to mention here. He is a powerful natural Medium working with spirits, also with what many know as Saints, with natural forces called Orisha, and he is a practitioner of the shamanic tradition of Palo Moyombe. Roberto is a philosopher, a devout Christian, a Spiritist, a Lucumi Priest and a Palero for many, many years. His mind is amazing, he has an eidetic, photographic memory for everything he reads.
When trouble began for me, Roberto was the first person Rolando turned to for help. Rolando's hands were tied in the situation at the building as if he acted, it could have easily resulted in Rolando being imprisoned. It is natural for a fierce Cuban man to want to physically destroy anyone who dared threaten his wife. I had to plead with him constantly not to act as I know it would be him whom the law would imprison instead of the criminals. I will always admire his strength shown at that time to not rip apart physically those who threaten me because I knew the required amount of restraint. With Rolando having his hands tied by the law, the only place he could turn for help was to his brother Roberto with his ability to pray and work the natural world, sometimes referred to as magic.
Many do not realize how much spiritual power is available from sources such as those Roberto works with exists, however, before resources are engaged, responsible and ethical practitioners first use divination to work to find solutions. Roberto looked into things, after doing so, he told us he was going to do something which would keep us safe, which would keep ME SAFE. Rolando has been involved with his brother’s ways for many years, but he never could have expected what Roberto actually did.
Issues kept escalating at the building, things were serious and admittedly frightening. Things kept getting more intense and it seemed as if they were coming to a head. One night after more serious threats were issued towards the building and myself involving local gangs due to the escapades of certain tenants, the police were watching the building, security was on site, and a company employee had me stay at his place to help keep me out of impending danger. It was explained that our unit was to be targeted that night by gang members. That sleepless night, which resulted in an arrest and tenant evictions, is one neither Rolando nor I will ever forget.
To add to the dilemmas of that evening, much to my surprise, there was heartache to add to my human feelings of fear. That fear was not for my well-being but actually for my husband as it was he who would be the one waiting to face those who threatened to break down our apartment door. Believe me Rolando was prepared in a way that still chills me to my bones as the warrior he is. The problem being faced again, though, was that you can not take a knife to a gun fight.
That afternoon my blood brother had called me with a dinner invitation. It was unusual for invitations so I felt I had to make an effort to explain why I had to decline. I went over what was happening to the building, along with the death threats, that the police were watching the situation, and of the extra security walking the halls. At that time, he was aware of how our car was destroyed, and thus I would have thought that he would have understood that the situation was serious. It still bewilders me when I think of his response on the phone being “Yah okay, well good luck with that,” as he ended the call. I stood there stunned. Rolando was beside me with that phone call, hearing it all, we just shook our heads. There was no follow up to see if his sister was all right. That situation at the time was more traumatic to me than having my life threatened by criminals. In great contrast to that event, this story is of love and gratitude.
Now I will get to the part of my story which causes my eyes to fill with tears always because of the love and awe. This is the story which allowed for so much healing of my heart due to the love from family. The shenanigans ended at that building with much of the remaining tale being too long to express here. All in all, after everything had happened, things turned around for Rolando and me in a BIG way. Yes, there were losses for us that year and there were many of them including the passing of my father, but, the beauty of what I am to tell you can somehow seem to burn away any shadows of the events of that time.
When things were coming to a head with the issues involving that building, Roberto told us he was going to do something to help. It was much later when we found out just what Alo Ocan Roberto Gonzalez Sousa did that still leaves us in a state of amazement. Roberto had divined on our issue and had seen we were in real danger, my life was in authentic danger. With Roberto’s divination he knew he had to do something drastic to try to move energy to work to save us. What Roberto did to help us was a promise to complete a task of great faith and action, a drastic promise which he fulfilled.
Roberto, at that time, had to have been in his late fifties, he was not a spring chicken, the life of the average Cuban is very physically difficult and hard on the body. Much to the dismay of his wife and family, Roberto set out to fulfill his promise. It was much later after the issues in the building that we found out what Roberto did for us. What he did still amazes me to this day. Roberto went on a seven-day journey walking barefooted to seven churches. He did as promised, with no money in his pockets, no food, no water, nowhere to stay, barefooted and simply clothed with no protection from the scorching Cuban sun, as those were all conditions of the spiritual promise he made to save our lives, to save my life. The only thing he had was his faith and love for his family members, his brother and myself, whom he loved like his own treasured sister after only meeting me in person only once in 2004.
My Padrino only told us of his journey some time later. He spoke about his journey not to talk about the astonishing thing he did, but because he only wished to share his experiences, as when he did the walk, he was amazed. As he walked, people he would meet along the way on his pilgrimage would offer him water, food, and shelter for each night of his journey. He explained how he would be often told by those who witnessed him on his path that he was glowing with light. Roberto also shared with us how different he felt after completing his journey and that during the journey he was not tired or in pain from his feet that were naturally injured by the rough Cuban streets and roads nor did he feel scorched by the unforgiving Cuban sun, he only felt blessed.
I am an ordinary person with no great accomplishments, being nobody special. I don't think that anyone can understand how much emotion can stir with even the idea of someone doing something like what Roberto did for me. This story I share with you is only one of the many stories I can tell you about Alo Ocan Roberto Gonzalez Sousa, and only one of the reasons why I speak so fondly of my now Godfather in Lucumi with admiration.
Roberto is a simple man upon appearance, living a simple life. Too many are unaware that he is truly an amazing man, one who has invoked literal miracles for many. Very few can hold such faith to do what he has done. His love, shown through his actions in just 2007, I cannot fathom as I do not know if I even have the capacity. This is just part of why I am honoured to call Alo Ocan Roberto Gonzalez Sousa my Padrino in Lucumi, my Elder and Brother in Palo Moyombe, and my Brother. Roberto’s love for me is the love of a father and of a loyal brother, it is the love that few may have had the chance to know in life and I am grateful. Roberto is a person in whom all he touches, I feel are blessed, he is always giving with love as it is part of his being. This small story, as I said, is just one of many and I know there are many more involving others who remain yet to be told.
I write this to try to honour a great man who’s life in Cuba is not so simple, yet he carries a profound humility, a trait that shines even brighter against the backdrop of our modern convenience-driven world. Today is my beloved Padrino’s birthday, one I will always celebrate and remember with gratitude and honour, as he has touched so many with a great love that has resulted in miracles for many. On this day, Alo Ocan Roberto Gonzalez Sousa should be celebrated and his works be spoken of by those who know him. I know at times he feels invisible, but his love with such acts is always visible to those who can see, not to mention how they are visible to the world of the unseen. On this day I can only hope that by sharing just one of the tales involving Roberto I may have been able to pay some homage to him.
Roberto, remember how when we first met, we could speak without even knowing each other's spoken language due to that instant connection? Padrino, that connection is always in my heart. You will always be an inspiration and acting example of what is good in this world just by being you. Remember that you are always my father in Lucimi, my elder in Palo Moyumbe and more importantly, you are always in my heart as my brother.
With much love HAPPY BIRTHDAY PADRINO, MY BROTHER!"
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Amor, Fe Y Verdadera Famila
eliz cumpleaños Padrino Alo Ocan Roberto González Sousa
CON MI CORAZÓN TE INVITO a que me permitas compartir mi HISTORIA DE AMOR de un querido familiar. Es uno de curación, de amor, de magia e incluso de lo que algunos podrían llamar un milagro.
Tengo la suerte de tener una segunda familia por matrimonio y por prácticas religiosas. Tengo una hermana y un hermano de sangre a quienes siempre llevaré en mi corazón, pero esta historia trata sobre otro tipo de familia. Ahora espero que sigan leyendo un rato mientras les comparto una de mis historias que involucra a uno de los hombres más increíbles del mundo, Alo Ocan Roberto González Sousa. Es una historia de amor, esperanza, curación, coraje y gran fe en las acciones mostradas.
Cuando me dirijo a mi cuñado Alo Ocan Roberto como Padrino lo hago con mucho amor y agradecimiento hacia un hombre que ha tenido el coraje de hacer por amor lo que muchos no pueden. En la primavera de 2007, Roberto hizo por mí lo que era impensable, hizo lo que consideró necesario porque sabía que mi vida estaba en peligro inminente y obvio. Sepa que si yo estaba en peligro también lo estaba mi entonces esposo Rolando, quien estaba preparado para convertirse en el guerrero feroz que es mientras se ponía en una línea de fuego, aún así era como dicen, “no se puede llevar un cuchillo a un tiroteo”, y ahí dentro estaba el problema.
En 2007 yo era administrador de un gran edificio de apartamentos. La policía conocía la zona del edificio, pero al estar en un lugar aislado se mantuvo en silencio. El trabajo era ideal para mí en ese momento, la gente con la que trabajaba era agradable, el único inconveniente era que no tenía control sobre a quién se le alquilaban las unidades del edificio. No hubo problemas reales con el edificio hasta un momento en que los agentes de alquiler tuvieron problemas para alquilar un par de unidades. El edificio estaba embrujado y no tengo ninguna duda de que es por eso que esas unidades no se alquilaban fácilmente, pero esa es otra historia. Cuando las unidades no lo hicieron, los agentes de alquiler se volvieron menos exigentes a la hora de alquilarlas. Eso resultó en grandes problemas, incluidos daños a la propiedad y amenazas a la vida humana, empezando por la mía.
Una noche de primavera de 2007, recibí una llamada de un inquilino quejándose de la música a todo volumen. Esa noche, mi esposo Rolando decidió acompañarme mientras iba a atender la denuncia, por alguna razón simplemente no le parecía bien que yo fuera sola. Cuando encontré la unidad del inquilino con la música, llamé a la puerta para preguntarle si podía bajar el volumen. Cuando abrió la puerta, sus ojos estaban salvajes y parecía estar extrañamente obsesionado con mí. Nunca olvidaré su mirada, ya que era la mirada y el sentimiento más extraño que jamás había experimentado de alguien en ese momento. Le pregunté al inquilino si podía bajar un poco la música, dijo que estaba bien pero, en lugar de regresar a su unidad, me observó intensamente mientras salía para caminar por el pasillo hacia mi esposo que estaba esperando en la puerta de la escalera. Podía sentir su fijación y mirada intensa impidiendo contra mi espalda hasta el punto de entrar por las escaleras. Este fue el comienzo de un gran problema que comenzó ese año.
La primavera de 2007 fue una época de acontecimientos ridículos con todas las travesuras que ocurrieron en ese edificio; esas travesuras, sin embargo, pronto se convirtieron en lo que algunos podrían llamar una pesadilla. Esa pesadilla resultó en que nuestro auto fuera destrozado con algo parecido a una palanca, explicó la policía, hasta el punto de que lo cancelaron, la puerta principal del edificio se rompió y había seguridad patrullando los pasillos del otrora tranquilo edificio, junto con vigilancia policial, todo para terminar con amenazas de muerte, en mi contra. Las amenazas eran tan reales que la policía estaba haciendo controles en profundidad y me había aconsejado que llevara un arma mientras trabajaba en las áreas comunes del edificio. Ahora bien, si me conoces, no soy una persona que probablemente porte o sepa manejar un arma. La idea de tener que usar uno me hace sentir mal porque soy una mujer cariñosa y amante de la paz. Como mencioné, mi empresa contrató seguridad privada para brindar protección debido a las amenazas, hubo daños en el edificio y otras actividades siniestras. Hasta el día de hoy me sorprende lo que sucedió en mi vida sencilla y feliz.
Mi cuñado Alo Ocan, Roberto, ha estado involucrado con su espiritualidad desde pequeño. A los cuatro años vio aparecer ante él a San Andrés y hablarle de su vida. Es verdaderamente una persona mágica que ha ayudado a muchas personas con lo que se llamaría "Milagros", demasiados para mencionarlos aquí. Es un poderoso Médium natural que trabaja con espíritus, también con lo que muchos conocen como Santos, con fuerzas naturales llamadas Orisha, y es practicante de la tradición chamánica de Palo Moyombe. Roberto es filósofo, cristiano devoto, espiritista, sacerdote lucumi y palero desde hace muchos, muchos años. Su mente es asombrosa, además tiene una memoria fotográfica eidética para todo lo que lee.
Cuando empezaron los problemas para mí, Roberto fue la primera persona a la que Rolando recurrió en busca de ayuda. Las manos de Rolando estaban atadas en la situación en el edificio como si hubiera actuado, fácilmente podría haber resultado en que Rolando fuera encarcelado. Es natural que un cubano feroz quiera destruir físicamente a cualquiera que se atreva a amenazar a su esposa. Tuve que rogarle constantemente que no actuara porque sabía que sería a él a quien la ley encarcelaría en lugar de a los astutos criminales. Siempre admiraré su fuerza mostrada en ese momento para no destrozar físicamente a quienes me amenazan porque conocía la cantidad de moderación necesaria. Con Rolando con las manos atadas por la ley, el único lugar al que podía acudir en busca de ayuda era a su hermano Roberto, con su capacidad de orar y trabajar en el mundo natural, a veces denominado magia.
Muchos no se dan cuenta de cuánto poder espiritual está disponible en fuentes como las que Roberto trabaja, sin embargo, antes de comprometer los recursos, los practicantes responsables y éticos primero usan la adivinación para trabajar para encontrar soluciones. Roberto investigó las cosas, después de hacerlo, nos dijo que iba a hacer algo que nos mantendría a salvo, lo que me mantendría a MÍ A SALVO. Rolando ha estado involucrado con los caminos de su hermano durante muchos años, pero nunca podría haber esperado lo que Roberto realmente hizo.
Los problemas en el edificio se fueron intensificando, las cosas eran serias y ciertamente aterradoras, un oficial de policía incluso me instruyó sobre cómo usar un arma para protegerme. Las cosas se fueron poniendo más intensas y parecía que estaban llegando a un punto crítico. Una noche, después de que se emitieran amenazas serias contra el edificio y contra mí que involucraban a pandillas locales debido a las escapadas de ciertos inquilinos, la policía estaba vigilando el edificio, había seguridad en el lugar y un empleado de la empresa me hizo quedarme en su apartamento para ayudar a mantenerme fuera de peligro inminente. Se explicó que nuestra unidad iba a ser atacada esa noche por miembros de pandillas. Esa noche de insomnio, que resultó en un arresto y desalojos de inquilinos, es una que ni Rolando ni yo olvidaremos jamás.
Para agregar a los dilemas de esa noche, para mi sorpresa, hubo dolor que se sumó a mis sentimientos humanos de miedo. Ese miedo no era por mi bienestar sino por mi esposo, ya que él sería el que estaría esperando para enfrentar a aquellos que amenazaban con derribar la puerta de nuestro apartamento. Créanme que Rolando estaba preparado de una manera que todavía me hiela los huesos como el guerrero que es. Sin embargo, el problema al que nos enfrentamos nuevamente fue que no se puede llevar un cuchillo a un tiroteo.
Esa tarde mi hermano de sangre me había llamado con una invitación a cenar. Era inusual para las invitaciones, así que sentí que tenía que hacer un esfuerzo para explicar por qué tenía que declinar. Le conté lo que estaba sucediendo con el edificio, junto con las amenazas de muerte, que la policía estaba vigilando la situación y de la seguridad adicional que recorría los pasillos. En ese momento, él estaba al tanto de cómo nuestro auto fue destruido, y por lo tanto habría pensado que habría entendido que mi situación era grave. Todavía me entristece cuando pienso en su respuesta por teléfono cuando fue "Sí, está bien, buena suerte con eso", y terminó la llamada. Me quedé allí aturdida. Rolando estaba a mi lado con esa llamada telefónica, escuchándolo todo. No hubo seguimiento para ver si su hermana estaba bien. El dolor que sentí por su reacción al ver que su hermana estaba en auténtico peligro persiste en mi memoria. Esa situación para mí fue más traumática que tener mi vida amenazada por criminales. En gran contraste con ese evento con el golpe en mi corazón de un ser querido, esta historia es de amor y gratitud.
Cuando las cosas estaban llegando a un punto crítico con los problemas relacionados con ese edificio, Roberto nos dijo que iba a hacer algo para ayudar. Fue mucho después cuando descubrimos lo que hizo Alo Ocan Roberto González Sousa que todavía nos deja en un estado de asombro atónito. Roberto había adivinado sobre nuestro problema y había visto que estábamos en verdadero peligro, mi vida estaba en auténtico peligro. Con la adivinación de Roberto, supo que tenía que hacer algo drástico para tratar de mover energía para trabajar para salvarnos. Lo que Roberto hizo para ayudarnos fue una promesa de completar una tarea de gran fe y acción, una promesa drástica que cumplió.
Roberto, en ese momento, tenía que haber estado en sus cincuenta y tantos, no era un jovencito, la vida del cubano promedio es muy difícil físicamente y dura para el cuerpo. Para gran consternación de su esposa y su familia, Roberto se propuso cumplir su promesa. Fue mucho después de los problemas en el edificio que descubrimos lo que Roberto hizo por nosotros. Lo que hizo todavía me sorprende hasta el día de hoy. Roberto emprendió un viaje de siete días caminando descalzo a siete iglesias. Hizo lo que prometió, sin dinero en sus bolsillos, sin comida, sin agua, sin ningún lugar donde quedarse, descalzo y simplemente vestido sin protección del abrasador sol cubano, ya que todas esas eran condiciones de la promesa espiritual que hizo de salvar nuestras vidas, de salvar mi vida. Lo único que tenía era su fe y amor por los miembros de su familia, su hermano y yo, a quienes amaba como a su propia y preciada hermana después de solo conocerme en persona una vez en 2004.
Mi Padrino nos contó de su viaje solo un tiempo después. Habló de su viaje no para hablar de lo asombroso que hizo, sino porque solo quería compartir sus experiencias, ya que cuando hizo la caminata, se sorprendió. Mientras caminaba, las personas que conocería a lo largo del camino en su peregrinación le ofrecerían agua, comida y refugio para cada noche de su viaje. Explicó cómo quienes lo presenciaron en su camino le decían a menudo que brillaba con luz. Roberto también compartió con nosotros lo diferente que se sintió después de completar su viaje y que durante el viaje no estaba cansado ni con dolor en los pies que estaban naturalmente lastimados por las ásperas calles y caminos cubanos ni se sintió quemado por el implacable sol cubano, solo se sintió bendecido.
Soy una persona común y corriente sin grandes logros, sin ser nadie especial. No creo que nadie pueda entender cuánta emoción puede despertar tan solo la idea de que alguien haga algo como lo que Roberto hizo por mí. Esta historia que comparto con ustedes es solo una de las muchas historias que les puedo contar sobre Alo Ocan Roberto Gonzalez Sousa, y solo una de las razones por las que hablo con tanto cariño de mi ahora Padrino en Lucumi y con tanta admiración.
Roberto es un hombre sencillo en apariencia, que vive una vida sencilla. Muchos desconocen que es realmente un hombre asombroso, alguien que ha invocado milagros literales con muchas historias que se pueden contar. Muy pocos pueden tener tanta fe para hacer lo que él ha hecho. Su amor, demostrado a través de sus acciones en solo 2007, no lo puedo comprender, ya que no sé si siquiera tengo la capacidad. Esta es solo una parte de la razón por la que me siento honrado de llamar a Alo Ocan Roberto González Sousa mi Padrino en Lucumi, mi Mayor y Hermano en Palo Moyombe, y mi Hermano. El amor de Roberto por mí es el amor de un padre y de un hermano leal, es el amor que pocos pueden haber tenido la oportunidad de conocer en la vida y estoy agradecido. Roberto es una persona en la que todos los que toca, siento que son bendecidos, siempre está dando con amor, ya que es parte de su ser. Esta pequeña historia, como dije, es solo una de muchas y sé que hay muchas más que involucran a otros que ni siquiera me han contado.
Roberto, ¿recuerdas cómo cuando nos conocimos, podíamos hablar sin siquiera saber el idioma hablado del otro debido a esa conexión instantánea? Padrino, esa conexión siempre está en mi corazón. Recuerda que siempre eres mi padre en Lucimi, mi mayor en Palo Moyumbe y lo más importante, siempre estás en mi corazón como mi hermano.
Con mucho amor ¡FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS PADRINO, MI HERMANO!"
The Haunting Called Gossip
My name is Gossip.
I have no respect for justice.
I maim without killing.
I break hearts and ruin lives.
I am cunning and malicious and gather strength with age.
The more I am quoted the more I am believed.
I flourish at every level of society.
My victims are helpless.
They cannot protect themselves against me because I have
no name and no face.
To track me down is impossible.
The harder you try, the more elusive I become.
I am nobody’s friend.
Once I tarnish a reputation, it is never the same.
I topple governments and ruin marriages.
I ruin careers and cause sleepless nights, heartache and indigestion.
I spawn suspicion and generate grief.
I make innocent people cry in their pillows.
Even my name hisses.
I AM CALLED GOSSIP.
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Gossip, a nasty and terrible thing that rings loudly through ears as it exits mouths ripping insurmountable damage to lives without any regard. It's a monster in its own right that so few find irresistible, regardless if they are the most spiritual of devotees, exalted of spiritual leaders, or those who follow no spiritual practices having no need. There exists NO immunity from its actions as it tears carelessly through hearts, destroying friendships, careers, and families without any regard. Hear it HISS and caution your being as Gossip enters a scene!
For some, Gossip has served a purpose, a way of attempting to build social bonds but, only on the back of others' suffering. In duplicity it may also offer those who engage, the depravity a false moment of power over another who is unaware of the monster's game. When the truth be known, however, the actions of that monster, only serve to damage the reputations of not only targeted victims but also those who commission it, as their actions are inevitably uncovered by light.
You have not landed on this page without an understanding of your own decent sense of morality and do not need to be told how to behave. This article only serves to act as a small reminder of the power of words and the cautions to take heed. To hurt another by sending this monster out in the open is not what you want or need. So stand strong in your power and worthwhile you make use of these words to strengthen whatever it is you may need.
If you choose you have what is needed to stop that monster from gaining power from it's game, of taking words and making them weapons by repeating them in vain. So just say no to it's existence around you, then you stop it from escaping a player's mouth. Then, by keeping your focus on doing your best, you allow the truth of your deeds to shine bright in your favor, showing themselves with great strength and great light. So, when the monster called gossip comes knocking trying to use your name, you'll know you have a true built-up immunity by your deeds and you have a real lead that can beat it in it's own game.
What Are All Those Beads About
"People often comment on the colorful beaded necklaces I wear. While they may seem like simple adornments, they hold profound spiritual significance within the religion of Lukumi, or Ocha. Sometimes, I have to politely decline when people reach out to touch them. It can be a bit awkward, but it's important to explain that these aren't just accessories; they're sacred objects."
The Sacred Nature of the Elekes
These necklaces, known as Elekes, are not mere fashion accessories. They are sacred objects, imbued with the energy of specific Orisha, or divine spirits. Each Orisha has unique colors and bead patterns associated with them. For instance, Eleggua, the Orisha of paths and opportunities, is often represented by red and white beads.
A Deep Connection to the Divine
As a priestess in Lukumi and Ifa, I have undergone rigorous initiation ceremonies to receive my Elekes. These sacred objects connect me to the divine and serve as a constant reminder of my spiritual commitments. They are not to be touched by anyone but myself or my spiritual guide, as they carry potent spiritual energy.
A Misunderstood Tradition
Living in Canada, where Lukumi is relatively unknown, I often encounter curious glances and questions about my Elekes. While I appreciate the interest, it's important to understand that these are not simply decorative items. They represent a deep and personal connection to the divine, and handling them improperly can disrupt the delicate balance of spiritual energy.
A Legacy of Faith and Resilience
Lukumi, a tradition rooted in West Africa, was brought to the Caribbean and the Americas by enslaved Africans. Despite the horrors of slavery, the faith endured passed down through generations in secret rituals and oral traditions. The Elekes became symbols of resilience, a tangible link to the ancestral heritage.
Path of Devotion and Service
The path of an Olorisha (Lukumi priestess) is demanding and requires unwavering dedication. It involves strict adherence to spiritual practices, including specific dietary restrictions and rituals. The Elekes serve as a constant reminder of these commitments.
I hope this sheds light on the significance of the Elekes and the rich cultural and spiritual heritage they represent. By understanding the sacred nature of these objects, we can appreciate the depth and beauty of the Lukumi tradition.
Lukumi: A Timeless Tradition
Often, I'm asked about Lukumi. It's an ancient spiritual tradition that honors ancestors, nature, and balance. At its core, Lukumi recognizes the One Creator, a universal force that we all worship in diverse ways. The goal of a Lukumi practitioner is to strive for personal growth and spiritual enlightenment.
As a Spiritualist Minister within the interfaith Spiritual Science Fellowship of Canada, I find Lukumi's principles align seamlessly with many world religions. Both traditions emphasize the importance of individual spiritual development and respect for all beings. While Lukumi is a lifelong journey of learning, my late start in my thirties, coupled with language barriers and cultural differences, has presented unique challenges.
To provide a deeper understanding of Lukumi, I'd like to share the words of a respected Elder who has given me permission to do so.
Seven Lukumí Rules For Happy Lliving
• Get the habit of happiness.
Smile, intimately and make this feeling part of yourself. Create a happy world for yourself. Wait every day, even when some clouds obscure the sun, you always find something good.
• Declare war on negative feelings.
Do not allow unreal hardships to devour you. If some negative thought invades the spirit, fight it. Ask yourself, because you, who have every natural right to happiness, must you spend hours of the day struggling with fear, boredom, and hatred. Win the battle against these insidious scourges of the twentieth century.
• Reinforce the image of self.
See how it was in your best moments and give yourself some attention. Imagine the happy times and the pride you felt in yourself. Create pleasant future experiences. Give yourself credit for what or who you are. Stop hitting your own head.
• Learn to smile.
Sometimes adults smile or giggle between their teeth, but not everyone laughs, that is true laughter that gives the impression of relief and freedom. Laughter, when genuine, purifies, and is part of the mechanism of success, casting it to the victories of life. If you’ve stopped laughing since the age of 10 or 40, go back to the spirit school and learn again what you should never have forgotten.
• Discover the hidden treasures.
Do not let your abilities and your resources die within you; give them an opportunity to submit to the trials of life.
• Help the next of kin, your neighbors, and others.
Giving to your peers may be the most rewarding experience of your life. Do not be cynical; understand that many people who appear unpleasant or hostile are wearing a facade that they think is able to protect them against others. If you give to your neighbor, you will be amazed at the grateful response, for the recognition they will have. People who look tough are actually gentle and vulnerable. You will feel satisfied when you give without thinking to yourself.
• Look for activities that make you happy.
Swimming, tennis, volleyball? Paint, sing, sew? I cannot tell you. You have to choose yourself. But life is happy if you do what pleases you.
There is a tendency in man to reduce the new phenomena with which he confronts preexisting ideas and definitions in his mind from previously known facts. This reduction hinders a correct view and interpretation of what is analyzed. Thus, the cultural facts of the blacks of the Yoruba–Benin in their ceremonies and rites become, in this distorting view, a primitive religion.
Lukumí is not primitive, let alone a religion. First of all, this set of precepts, rules, rites, and practices forms a weltanschauung (world view, global conception of apprehension of reality) and a technique that allows the confrontation with nature and with their fellows, using the energy of their own mind (the Orí).
The above Seven Lukumi Rules For Happy Living I feel is a wonderful guide for anyone who wishes to live a happy life of high vibration. I am happy to have permission to share this with you today.
The Cracked Water Pot
We here have all chosen a spiritual path and we walk it doing our best. Life happens daily, we make decisions based on our experience at that moment. Sometimes decisions are based on emotions and ego. Along this path of trial and error, we all make mistakes. Is this process wrong, are we wrong? Of course not! Each and every one of us has been created by the divine and we all contain God within us. How can any one of us be judged as imperfect? The reality is it is, that we judge ourselves.
I want to share with you a story which is said to be a Sankript. You may have read these words before but they are worthy of being read again as tales like these always have so much to offer.
The Cracked Water Pot Story
A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master’s house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water in his master’s house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. “I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you.” “Why?” asked the bearer. “What are you ashamed of?” “I have been able for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master’s house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don’t get full value from your efforts,” the pot said.
The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion, he said, “As we return to the master’s house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path.” Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wildflowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.
The bearer said to the pot,”Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side? That’s because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you’ve watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master’s table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house.”
Internal Suffering From Perception
This is an interesting story, notice it takes the cracked pot two years of internal suffering to even begin to speak about what it saw as its own failure. It was too caught up in what it perceived as it’s imperfection to notice the beauty around it. Then, after all that time and suffering it discovers that it’s perception of how it saw things were incorrect as it is shown the beauty of it’s reality of its existence. The flowers in this story can be considered symbolic of the growth happening around us in life as a result of us being who we are. They are also symbolic of the symbiotic relationships around us, and the effect we have on others' lives without the awareness that we are contributing in any way.
The process of life for us is, one of expansion of the soul. Our experiences mold us into what we are and who we are becoming. We need to be open to the idea that situations around us may seem catastrophic at times but really are like the crack in the cracked pot, they allow expansion of our soul.
It is said that all emotions and actions stem from either love or fear. Being judgmental does not stem from love thus it is fear based. The cracked pot judged its own worthiness based on false perception. When we are children and grow up, we learn to become independent. At the same time, we may become afraid of being alone, abandoned, and not loved. At times we may enter worlds and situations that are not safe and loving environments, here we learn fear. We may become detached of who we really are. We may learn from our peer's cruelty and find ourselves unsure of our own worthiness. We can learn to compete and to become defensive. We may struggle to raise ourselves above others so we can be important. Just as in the story the whole pot gloats proudly over its accomplishments. In reality, maybe the whole pot sees what it can not do, water the wildflowers. The ego is the perceptions we have of ourselves through the experiences and memories we have in life. The cracked pot watched as the other pot did what it could not, and compared itself, instead of seeing what it was and the beauty because of its actions, it saw what is was not and felt unworthy.
Our perceptions come from what we see and our memories in life. If we had no memories we would not know we are here as memories provide us with the resonance of our being. It is the color we put on these memories that gets us caught up in them. If we did not color our past memories and experiences as darkness we could not cast negative judgment as the crack pot judged itself.
Through watching my own thought patterns at times I am still surprised at just how often I am judgmental in my daily life without consciousness. Maybe if you take a moment and just reflect, perhaps you can think of times you have done this recently. We all do it. It really is amazing when you make yourself more aware of what is going on around you. We as human beings see ourselves in other human beings that we relate to. That is a natural mirroring effect that happens in life. Sometimes we see things that we like, other times it is things that we do not like about ourselves, and perhaps then object to these things in others. If you recognize this mirroring effect you can begin to nurture your own growth and beauty in the world. Just like in the story when the cracked pot finally recognizes the flowers on the path in which it has traveled. With time you may find you will release whatever it is you are holding within yourself and begin to love yourself thus seeing more to love in the world around you.
I wanted to tell you another story, one told to me by a long-time friend, Simon Thwaits. Simon had an uncle who spent time in Morocco and shared with Simon stories about his work in carpet factories there. At one of these Moroccan factories, young boys worked, trained, and were supervised by master weavers. Whenever a boy made a mistake in a rug, instead of punishing the child or having him rip out the mistake, it was the job of the master weaver to turn the mistake into part of the rug. This results in one-of-a-kind masterpieces. We are all one-of-a-kind masterpieces!
With all of this being said I want to put the idea out to you that maybe the next time you find yourself being judgmental towards yourself or even another, perhaps you could try to imagine seeing this master weaver assisting with an amazingly beautiful woven rug. On this rug, there is a scene. A scene of a water carrier with a cracked pot on a path covered with beautiful wildflowers.
Rev. Eileen Casey Gonzalez