How’s That For A Head Teef

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.

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 her head, 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….

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