One of my earliest post told the true story of Sharon and Donovan and the problems that plagued their lives through Obeah, read my post Bad Sinting. So many people say all the time, “I do not believe in those things”!, and while I agree that it is remarkable that people truly have the power or the access to power which can destroy, terrorize and harm others, it is nevertheless true, and very real. To destroy, terrorize and harm is only one side of the coin however, because on the flip side there is the power to heal, create balance, bring about peace, joy,prosperity and love!. there are two roads and it depends on which is chosen. It depends on the holder of the power, it depends on Character. Often times it is the simplest of things what produces the greatest results. To knowledgeable people, Salt can heal and it can destroy, also dirt, which is found everywhere can solve any problem and can also create the biggest ones. The woman holds so much power within her womb, but she does not know, and oonuh nuh waan har know because if she knows and decides to use it, God help the world, especially when PMS time!..What is greater than water, if you know how to use it? Eggs are not only delicious but if the magical uses are known even someone who believes themselves to be barren can bring forth twins….and never forget, Word, Sound, Power!!..Free your minds, let go off fear and learn, try to understand and pray for wisdom.
There was a fire man who lived in our neighborhood when I was a little girl in Jamaica, I remember him very well and as I write this story I can see him clearly in my mind. He was a nice man who would stop to greet my mom while she sat with her friends on the veranda of our home on his way to next door where he would go to smoke ganja with my father and the rest of the men..yeah, yeah, Ganja smoking was no big deal in Jamaica, even the police and soldiers were there smoking their chilom pipe too, oonuh nuh judge!…he was always smiling and was a very jocular person. Being a fire man in Jamaica was (according to how the grown ups spoke) a very good job which paid well. One day while we all sat on the veranda, my mom and her friend Miss Ruth, my sisters and myself, it was the middle of the week and it was raining heavily, we all the saw the fire man run up to our gate. He was a short, dark skinned, sturdy looking man who seemed to be losing his hair in the front of his head. On that rainy day we saw him wildly running until he reached our gate, we all stood up and wondered what was happening to him. As he reached our gate, he stopped and stared at us, then he bend down and washed his face and drank from the pool of dirty water which had settled in our gateway. He then ran off, and I heard my mother exclaim, “oh mi God, dem mad de fire man!”, and I saw tears swell in her eyes as we all watched him run down the street.
It was through the discussion of the grown ups that I learned that the fire mans mother had come from the country to take care of her son, as he had fallen victim to witchcraft. My mother told Miss Ruth her friend, that the fire man was offered a bigger position at work and there were others there who believed that he should not get that position and decided to “work” on him resulting in the episode of madness which we all witnessed. He was taken to a man, a healer (this was Kingston Jamaica) and whatever the man did was effective and the curse was removed and the fire man was well…notice I used the word HEALER for the person who helped the fire man come back to his senses, but in Jamaica and all over the world he would be referred to as a Obeah man, a witch, a Juju man or a Voodoo worker, words when heard translates evil and wicked person. Suh how come de same name doe apply to de Pastor wid him olive oil ah Sunday morning ah church?..ah doe waan laugh! More