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Awo Agbọn Oyibo
Updated: Nov 19, 2020
The Truth About The Lies
Òrúnmìlà retorted and said:
“I am not lying. Have you ever found my words to be untrue? A lie is not a garment that I can wear. A lie is not shoes that can adorn my feet. A lie is not a cap that can fit my head. It is a hasty person that tells lies. It is a liar that takes a short cut route. One that takes a short cut route lands in shame and reproach. Tell-a-lie-to-be-famous, its aftermath is huge disgrace.”
— A. Akinyeme & Akintunde Akinyemi, Orature and Yorùbá Riddles
Ògún — Ogun is the traditional deity of warriors, hunters, blacksmiths, technologists, and drivers in the Yoruba religion. Followers of traditional Yoruba religion can swear to tell the truth in court by “kissing a piece of iron in the name of Ogun.” — Image / adaptation of a James C Lewis photo
“TRUTH IS LIKE LIGHTNING WITH ITS ERRAND DONE BEFORE YOU HEAR THE THUNDER.”
— Gerald Massey
Ògún: Spirit of Iron
“Ògún is the Spirit of Iron in the West African religious tradition called Ifá. The essence of Ògún is considered one of many Spiritual Forces in Nature which are called Orisha.
There are a large number of Orisha and each Orisha has its own Awo.
The unique function of Ògún within the realm of Orisha Awo (Mysteries of Nature) is to remove all obstacles that stand in the way of Spiritual evolution, which includes the evolution of all that is. In order to do this Ògún must sacrifice all that stands in the way of spiritual evolution.
Because of these sacred responsibility Ògún is considered the Guardian of Truth.
Ògún does not protect the truth of what we would like to be, he guards the truth of what is. It is the process of making this distinction that lies at the core of Ògún’s mystery.”
Ciana sat and once more used her own personal Oracles to ascertain where she was going in all this, as many occurrences were feeling very ominous. Following are outlined the blend of the traditional great wisdom of The Book of Changes, with the experiences Ciana was living through. I hope it comes together for you, beloved bravehearts.
The Divination & The Outcome
18 Corruption/Renovating GU
Managing & Straightening The Father’s Corruption.You must deal with the corruption of authority.
The meaning of GU is about the acts of poisonous corruption done by parents which then through their acts manifested in certain of their children. The evil within those adult children is seriously affecting us all, and we need to take action.
So, now we’re openly confronting the source of evil in those particular parents that then established itself in the lives and souls of those children.
When we clear out their poison and corruption, this will allow healthy new growth into our world. I know you’re aware there’s now great immorality in the world, there is decay, and there are hidden poisons.
Also beloved, be prepared for deflection of nasty unexpected attacks. In this way you’ll make it through this day. And protect the beautiful new growth, as we surgically remove the old corruptions.
It’s soul surgery for a sick planet. Heart surgery for a broken world. We’re finding the secret and hidden places of hurt and beginning the deep healing. This is a great and moving time for spirit.
And a healing time for the seriously negative effects of the inner corruption of our parents on the children. Part of this healing will also be around our concepts of our own inner parent and experiences of toxic and severely dysfunctional family.
This is a critical time where we protect the budding new as we clear out the planetary sickness living in the link between the personal and the political.
— inspired by the Family Way I Ching
Being Yorùbá — Being Modern
Excerpt from : ‘Arts of Being Yorùbá: Divination, Allegory, Tragedy, Proverb, Panegyric’
By Adélékè Adéèkó
The foreword of Ìrìnkèrindò — the chronological endpoint of Fágúnwà’s trilogy about three great hunters loosely bound by their attachment to one beloved, but unnamed, hometown — would serve as a good beginning for content analysis of the uncertain epistemic shifts in the storyworld of his adventure tales. The novel is dedicated to chieftains and other teachers of the formal schooling system in colonial southwestern Nigeria, including representatives of the indigenous high clergy of the Anglican church and Yorùbá traditional royalty. Among these, Bishop Phillip’s citation stands out:
“Igbesi aye Bishop S.C. Phillips ni nkan pataki lati ko omo Yorùbá. O je eni ti a nilati ma a ranti lati iran de iran wa. Eyin naam o pe abuku awa Yorùbá ni eke sise, ati so odod a maa soro fun ni. Bi o ba wi fun eni kan pe ‘Mase ba mi lo Yorùbá’, Itumo oro re ni ‘mase puro fun mi.’ ”
(Fágúnwà, Ìrìnkèrindò, v -vi)
Translated, this means:
“Bishop S. C Phillips has a lot to teach Yorùbá people. He is a person we have to remember through and down the ages. You know as much as I do that falsehood is our stock-in-trade as a people: telling the truth is rather difficult for us. If one person were to tell the other, ‘Do not play Yorùbá with me’, it means ‘Do not lie to me.’ ”
We have here extradiegetic evidence of how epistemological uncertainty bothers the novelist. To the Christian Yorùbá writer, it is scandalous that colloquial speech equates Yorùbá with blatant lying, and advertises cultural duplicity as a cultural trait about which one need not be ashamed.
On the one hand, Yorùbá culture has been exceptionally enlightened, before the whites came and before the advent of alphabetic systems of reading and writing. In colloquial terms, Yorùbá eyes were wide open before colonization and Christianity reached Yorùbá-land. On the other hand, modern descendants of these long-civilised people seem not to care that their manner of speaking represents their interactions with the world and one another as driven by falsehoods, if advancement and falsehood can cohabit peacefully among a people. To demonstrate that duplicity does not define Yorùbá being, Fágúnwà holds up the example of Bishop Phillips, a Yorùbá man who rises to the pinnacle of his calling because he is straightforward and honest. Fágúnwà uses Bishop Phillip’s name to remodel the terms of proper Yorùbá being:
“Bishop Phillips fi han ni pe ki I se gbogbo omo Yorùbá ni o npuro.Tani eni naa ni odi aye yii, yal dud, yala funfun ti o le wipe Bishop Phillips bao un lo Yorùbá? Ko si, afi eni ti o ba ma pe aguntan ni amluu, ti o pe moto ni keke, ti o pe Omotunde ni Akintunde, ti o pe ara aye ni ara aye ni ara orun. Ooto nikan ni Bishop yiimaa nso, gbogbo enniyan so ti mo bee fun un. Apeere ni eyi fun gbogbo wa. Bi eru ba nba o lati so ooto ma se gbagbe Bishop Phillips Olododo nitori Bishop yii ti o je asaju pataki fun ni ko fi eke ko iwoati emi.” (Fágúnwà, Ìrìnkèrindò, vi)
Translated, means:
“Bishop Phillips shows us that lying does not define Yorùbá being. Who in the world, black or white, will accuse Bishop Phillips of “being Yorùbá” with him or her? No one, except that individual who habitually mistakes a sheep for a cow, calls an automobile a bicycle, refers to Omotunde as Akintunde, confuses a living person for the dead.”
In short, Bishop Phillips is a Yorùbán, whose worldly comportment is decidedly un-Yorùbán.
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Ciana Reaches Out
Ciana had been reading the fascinating and brilliant extensive online posts of a non-Afro-American Baba for a few years now. This was Awo Agbọn Oyibo. Something he’d very recently written suddenly caught her eye and deeply piqued her interest. This was a post about the Yorùbán concept of the Elenini. She wondered if that’s what Petra really was, and having not had any real help from others around this to date, she reached out to this Baba. He was a big man — in presence, and in build — white-bearded and ageing gracefully, although a little lamed by a gang attack in recent years. And evidently a sorcerer, of which path she could not as yet say. She wrote to him about the bizarre impacts of the witch and stalker Petra in her life, and how she couldn’t understand how things had gone so badly for her, since her entry into Ciana’s world.
It was crystal clear Petra had invaded her personal and professional contacts and contacted them all, smearing her name with the aim of destroying her and her life, and gradually taking everything from her. And for some reason many people around her couldn’t seem to see straight about things, and were being badly hoodwinked and magically glamoured by Petra. Things were going from bad to worse in her own life, with gossip, rumours and slander spreading fast and furious about her, seemingly ‘round the globe. With Petra being promoted as something glorious and she herself as something terrible. It was a living nightmare, and things seemed somehow being turned upside down and reversed, like a bizarre planetary inversion. At that time Ciana had no idea how to deal with it, as it was done on such a large scale, with access to such large and sophisticated technological resources by Petra and co. — and so, so insidiously.
“Greetings Baba, I wanted to give you a brief picture of things before we speak to help you understand why I need to contact you, ‘though I believe you already know. I believe an Elenini has been created by complex circumstances and actually within a person external to me, there’s nothing simple about this situation. So far, not many have been able to discuss this openly with me because they’re mostly part of the dynamic, afraid of it, or simply can’t see it. However I think they’re finally realising what has been done, although I could see it the whole time, it was as though a blindness was in everyone because they didn’t want to think this had happened, and my great distress and anxiety just fed into it — and fed it — and it grew and grew.
“But perhaps there’s still time for great healing to be done. I’m laying the groundwork for our conversation, as it’s incredibly difficult to discuss and explain. I’m feeling you’ll get it, you’ll fully understand. Also I’m personally doing all I can to heal myself, as I deeply understand what’s happened, and how my fear and anxiety has fed it. Yes, I’m on the road to recovery, but it’s still there. The Elenini still exists within another being just as Donald Trump exists. I truly look forward to discussing this with you, and I’ve just been researching this on your website writings — excellently helpful. Believe me, I’ll do anything to change this situation, anything that’s in the realm of good.”
How It Happened
“To give a little more context, it happened on the tail-end of a terrible initiation experience in a ‘Mystical School’ — where as a TwoSpirited or Bi-Spirited woman(I’m not Native American or transgender, but it best explains who I am), I was cyber-terrorised and abused for an extended period of time. This left me quite vulnerable for a time, and Petra took big advantage of that fact. It was a complex situation, I wasn’t fully healed — there are complexities within complexities — and it was on the tail end of this serious wounding that this all began, with a little help from some ‘(ex-)friends’.
“Truthfully, it’s a miracle I’m alive after years of this situation, of daily abuse and attacks and loss, and I’m only alive due to the intervention of some particular friends who supported me through it all. The worst thing is that people who call themselves spiritual and work as psychics or mystics — whom you would think would understand such spiritual trauma — could not believe the issue was real. Although as a psychic I know they’re fully aware of it all.
“I’ve been lied to constantly by others who’ve been betraying me on a very deep and painful level. Thinking I can’t see through, or feel the extent of their lies. My goal is to heal this situation and do all I can to help others who might experience a similar situation. The people who were involved in the creation of this Elenini or whatever the hell it is— and it wasn’t my creation, believe me — act as though it’s a prophet or something. But all I see is a diabolical Demon. A group Demon channelled by a dark coven, that came through riding on the back of my stolen personal power. And a doorway giving access to my life was opened through my personal exhaustion.
“I feel they took this person Petra, and using ritual they brought in the spirit of some very dangerous and horrific Djinn or demon, and it’s taken control of her. The lies and denial about all this have been betrayal of the worst kind from people I really loved dearly. The demon Petra has verbally encouraged me to die a number of times in her writing, but it’s not what I intend to do. I’m not angry or broken anymore, but still need to heal the situation. People I’ve asked for help have told me I’m obsessed with it, but truthfully it seems everyone else is obsessed with it, and that’s been more than half the problem.
“I’ve been told through Vodun divination that Papa Adé is my head spirit, and perhaps this is my saving grace. I’m sure it looks as though I have some serious blind spots myself about all this and I’m ready to own that, but I’m doing my best to work through this. It — Petra — seems to be competing with me — for my life. But I’m ok, and I even feel it’s gradually losing momentum.”
Famous last words. Luckily though, not really her last.
No Fear
The Awo quickly replied: “I live in Mexico but I’ll be home today until about 11, same schedule tomorrow, and all day Monday. Ifá says every problem has a solution. It sounds like YeYe Osunbotanica — the woman is evil, but not a threat. I’ve dealt with her repeatedly and she no longer attacks me. And there’s a reason for that.”
Ciana responded: “No its not YeYe Osunbotanica — but an Austrian woman whose name is Petra and calls herself Kali.” Awo Oyibo reassured her.
“Alright, please there’s no need to fear human beings, Ifá is about putting our Ori in alignment with Gods will — and in the battle between human will and God’s will — guess who wins. I’ve already spoken with the chief ancestor priest in my family about your concerns and he assures me you are going to be fine. I have some cleanings I am going to suggest once I get more details, but the prognosis for resolution is good.”
Eternal Gratitude
Ciana felt enormous gratitude at all he was doing on her behalf.
“Thankyou Awo — the woman I speak of is evil also, and creates havoc and great damage in my life through her jealousy and great ambition. Wherever I go she connects with those people somehow, and I don’t know what she says about me, or what it is she does — but she takes people away from me somehow — people I love. She does it through magic, seduction, and the use of the word. She’s being coached by celebrities through online postings and other ways. It’s more than likely she’ll try to connect with you, as she’s hacked me, and connects with anyone and everyone I try to get help from. Her goal has been to destroy me, she’s like some parasitic invasive being that’s laid herself like the egg of a parasite in my life, and trying to take my own life over.
“I’m getting stronger, but my heart’s broken from it all. I’m more than ready for healing from this. What’s the next thing I should do, in regards to connecting with you about this? I thankyou so much for speaking with the elders about this, it’s almost killed me a number of times this year — but it won’t, so its given up on that angle — and just keeps hacking my life in any way possible. I cannot even begin to tell you the damage done. She’s being coached by a celebrity Yorùbán priestess Themba Che-Che, who used to coach me until Petra walked into my life, and swept it all away somehow. I look forward to working with you, and God and my Ancestors on this, I really do, Baba.”
Awo took this laconically as was his way, she would learn over time. His first and best advice was to ignore it all, and this worked up to a point. But only up to a certain point .The thing was on such a large scale that ignoring it wouldn’t ultimately work in her favour, as they continuously ravaged her life through sophisticated technological spy-craft, theft and incredible slander. But he tried to get her to see it is way, anyway.
“I’ve dealt with this kind of thing my entire life. You need to know that when you’re in alignment with our destiny you’re protected. Please boil some spinach, and add the water to your bath for three days, then add milk to your bath for three days, then honey for three days. For the spinach — was a way past negativity, for the milk — was in protection, and for the honey — invoke a life beyond this foolishness. And then please tell me what kind of work you do and why you think she’s jealous.”
My Breath of Life
Ciana tried once more to get answers to the question that was really most distressing her.
“Baba, I first have a deeply important question. Is it possible for someone to steal one’s ‘breath of life’ — and is it possible to get it back again — if it can and has been taken? Or if not breath of life, something else as deeply fundamental and related to life energy and light? My story is very complex and full of twists and corrupted people who have tried to take from me. In the main I’ve lost my happiness in life. I had Às̩e̩. I no longer know what I have, and if I can heal what has been hurt and stolen from me. My trust is shattered.”
The Awo replied: “In my experience, no-one can do anything to us if we maintain our connection with our higher self and our destiny. Connection is usually broken trauma, and if the trauma is not healed, we’re vulnerable to negative influences. It’s a bit of a complex subject. When we next speak I’ll be able to do a better job of sorting it out.”
ELENINI: THE PERSONIFICATION OF NEGATIVENESS
by Olajide Kuforiji
It is just as I thought it would be. One of those words, ideas or concepts everybody understands but finds difficult to define. Explanations come not from clear definitions but from examples, parables and proverbs leading you more or less to your starting point.
Elenini. Enemy, false witness and detractor rolled into one. Remember the Roman god Dis that is one with Pluto, the Greek god of the Underworld? Discomfort, disunity, disharmony — everything suggestive of negativeness. Think of a human equivalent reposing not necessarily in one person.
The diabolism is made more sinister by the subtlety and deviousness employed.As with practically everything else, physical and super-physical variations exist. At some point in life, we have all encountered the occasional individual who for no apparent reason simply hates your guts. Nothing done or said can ever be right in his/her estimation. Also everyone has come across the odd group of people who are in the business of trivializing success.
These are natural and/or normal. Solution can be found in one simply avoiding such individuals or locations. But if it is the supernatural variety, then you are in big trouble. The duality inherent in the Yorùbá theistic doctrine does not follow the God-Satan construct of the Judeo-Christian-Islamic line.
On Man’s side are the Orisas, egungun (ancestors) and Ori (destiny). Stacked against them are Eniyan or Eleye (witches) and the Ajoguns, harbingers of adversities — death, sickness, misfortune etc. In between them is Esu or Elegbara, Master of the Crossroads. In the battle between Darkness and Light, Elegbara is impartial, favouring only those who perform the prescribed sacrifices.
Eniti o ba rubo ni
Esu ngbe.
Esu backs those who propitiate.
In our unique religious model which Professor Bolaji Idowu terms diffused monotheism, Olodumare the Supreme Being, stands alone well above the fray. Thus either because you fail to appease the forces on whichever side of the great divide as mandated or you offend someone with preternatural powers, everything begins to go wrong. Your faculties are intact, your qualifications are impressive, but whatever you touch turns to dust. Everybody around you is elenini. Unfounded animosity, inexplicable hatred and back-breaking treachery.
It is not restricted to a person or location. You carry the mark, an invisible (to the uninitiated) stigma. Even close family members and friends become vehicles of ills — unwittingly. Misrepresentation of facts, outright denial of pre-arranged courses of action, lining up on the side of groups ranged against you coming to only when it is too late. You perceive what is happening but you are powerless. Without mystical intercession, you will soon be dead or worse — condemned to a living death marked by underperformance, failure and ostracism. This Yoruba song says it all:
Elenini aye, elenini orun
Ko sihun ti mo ra lowo yin
Earthly elenini, heavenly elenini
We have no contract of any sort
Comparing Impacts of an Elenini to a Vicious Smear Campaign
The Slander and Smear Campaigns
The stories the Narc tells the Flying Monkeys are often so toxic they poison the very air. And thus, the slanderous Smear Campaigns begin. The Flying Monkeys then become outraged on behalf of the Narc and they intend to take action, and they mean to bring you down! They simply can’t believe anyone could have acted in the ways the Narc says you did (and well — you didn’t!), and they decide to take it upon themselves to confront or even attack you. The Narcissist fully supports and encourages these attacks on you, and the Flying Monkey works under the delusion they’re somehow righting wrongs. The Narc then, of course, rewards them with flattery, praise and attention.
Sometimes these Flying Monkeys don’t initially have malicious motives, they’ve been completely misled and duped by the Narc into believing you’re evil, abusive and done very wrong things. Because the Narc is usually very charismatic and convincing, they come across as authentic to the uninitiated. Most Flying Monkeys can’t see through the façade to the manipulations of a psychopathic abuser.
“Has she stolen my life?”
Ciana reached out once more to Changó, as he seemed irrevocably interwoven into all that was going on. She knew within her soul that he knew what was going on. But no-one would level with her anymore, since the commencement of the slander, the smear campaign and the rest of it engineered by Boipelo, and Petra and her coven , and whoever else was involved in the diabolical deception taking over her life — and the world.
“Baba, I first have a deeply important question. Is it possible for someone to steal one’s ‘breath of life’ — and is it possible to get it back again — if it can and has been taken?”
Changó replied briefly but succinctly, “Not possible. Your breath of life belongs to you.”
This felt untrue. And this was all before Ciana fully understood about spiritual parasiticism, and the full reality of deeply immoral predatory energy vampires. Although well aware she was currently being fed from through an unprotected energy hole in her lower back, since the Mystical School. Ciana was feeling desperate and felt everyone ‘round her seemed to be either hedging or lying to her.
“Or if not my ‘breath of life’ — something else as deeply fundamental and related to life energy and light.”
No answers here. But she knew the truth. Something diabolical inside Petra, some alien entity or demon, was attempting to steal Ciana’s life, her light and her lifeblood. Not only this — it wanted her destiny also. Why couldn’t anyone meet her on this? Level with her about the truth of it all. Were they consigning her then to a hell on earth — a living death?
Changó replied: “Ciana, I don’t know Petra. I also don’t know how many times I need to tell you that I don’t know her. I do hope that YOU choose life. I am concerned about you.”
She didn’t believe him and felt she knew differently. She was convinced he well knew who Petra was, but wouldn’t admit it for some reason. Was someone holding him over a barrel somehow? Was that someone Themba Che -Che? Ciana continued the dialogue: “In a sense though, when you say I have potential, it makes me feel as though I haven’t yet achieved it. Anyway I know where you’re coming from — being encouraging and very caring. And I thank you for that.
“But Changó, it seems to me many have chosen Petra, without even letting me into the secrets of all that’s been going on — I’ve been kept totally in the dark about all this. I don’t even understand why there was a choice, to begin with. And I don’t see much point anymore with going on with my writing. It’s all way too painful now.”
Changó replied: “It’s not personal, we all have more potential than we act on. That includes me. I am not where I could be either. We can all grow and become better. About your writing. Just believe in it.”
But his online posts were leaving her feeling deeply uneasy. It seemed that as his acolyte, he was teaching her through Facebook posts, rather than direct email conversation. Something was falling apart in all this. She felt more was needed, but his posts seemed to be insinuating some kind of failure on her part, or somebody’s. Social media posts can be so general and seem to randomly point the finger— with no one really knowing exactly who it’s for. Some with powerful Às̩e̩ can point the finger at a number of people, making direct hits like an arrow striking the heart of its target. She was a little wearing, no doubt, in her calls for reassurance. But nothing was adding up.
“Changó, I know I ask this a lot — but on this day — have I somehow failed?”
“No. You have not failed. You’re in need of healing and support. But you have not failed.”
“Ahhh thank you so much. Very strange things seem to be going on online. I can’t understand completely where some people are coming from. I’ll try to sleep.”
“Yes. Get some sleep.”
“But something very strange is happening. Has Petra somehow taken my path from me? Has she taken my highest destiny from me? I can’t understand what I’m seeing.”
“Ciana. Get some rest. Petra has no power over you.”
Ultimately this was very true on one level. But Petra’s access to incredible technological spying and surveillance facilities that were hacking Ciana’s privacy on every level — her emails, social media Messenger, her phone, her personal writings, and worst of all somehow from within her personal home — and in every way stealing from it and turning it all into her own, was giving the world some very false illusions — about many things. And it was gradually destroying Ciana’s life, as Petra fully intended. Where would it all end? With her own death?
The Prognosis via Awo Agbọn Oyibo
Later on, Ciana reached out again to Awo Oyibo.
“Baba, thankyou so much for today and for what’s yet to come. I haven’t words enough to thank you. What’s the prognosis in this for me do you think? It’s a pretty serious situation. Because I’m now starting to feel a little hope since connecting with you. If I follow the healing prescriptions you outline, do I have any chance of good life ahead? My Native American friend Caro has taken to recently implying I’m dying— losing my life energy. It’s been incredibly distressing seeing what she’s been saying about me. I had so much potential. Can I reclaim it — or something of my old essence, at least? This is weighing very heavily on my mind.”
“I should also mention I did a few days VisionQuest on the side of a mountain earlier this year. Another type of initiation — and it was a wonderful thing but afterwards, the shaman Tokala TenEagles — well, in a nutshell — same old same old. Prob’ly he’s a sorcerer also, as things haven’t been so good since then, either. I feel like hiding from the world, and from all sorcerers who see me as a food source or something.”
Awo Agbọn Oyibo loudly denounced those trying to harm her in these ways. He could see it. He had the sight.
“Please, please, please hear me — you’re a good and blessed person — you are in alignment with God’s will! Please, please, please ignore all negative BS from those self-described shamans and priests!
“Hear me — IT IS TABOO IN IFA TO HEX ANOTHER, TO DENIGRATE ANOTHER, OR TO CAUSE FEAR IN ANOTHER — THESE ARE FORBIDDEN ACTIVITIES, AND ANYONE WHO ENGAGES IN THEM IS AN IDIOT WHO HAS NO UNDERSTANDING OF SPIRITUAL PRACTICE — NONE — NOT EVEN A LITTLE BIT!”
“Think of it this way — you’re listening to the Donald Trumps of the spiritual world — and it’s time to listen to Nelson Mandela. You’ll be fine soon — I absolutely guarantee this — you have reached out, and in doing so stepped into a better life. To review — please take three spinach baths, three milk and three honey baths and wear white as often as possible for the next nine days. Carry a three by five card that reads “NO ONE CAN STEP ON MY LIGHT”. Every time you start thinking about the negative BS, take out the card and read it. The first day you’ll do that a couple of hundred times, and in a week you might do it once a day.
“Also I recommend a book called Homecoming by John Bradshaw — get it, read it, do the exercises. I want to explore the unresolved developmental issues that made you vulnerable to this kind of foolishness. My book Ori covers similar material — either or both would be a good start. Also when you get up the morning, speak to your ancestors. Ask for their protection and guidance. Then spend time planning your new business — make a ten-year plan with specific goals for every six months. Then list all the things you need to do to accomplish each six month goal. This business is your destiny — make it so.”
ARRIVAL · Weapon Opens Time
The Àje: Sacred Mothers
Awo Agbọn Oyibo offered to refer her to the very powerful Sacred Mothers based in Africa, for protection rituals and ceremonies— but she must liaise with a woman, Corolla, based in Puerto Rico, who’d act as the mediator and contact between them all. Ciana contacted Corolla, but after a while it became evident she too was infected with the Petra virus, and was suddenly behaving in a rather threatening way towards Ciana. And unknown to Awo Agbọn Oyibo, Ciana saw some very extensive accusations online about Corolla, from an African Iyanifa — she’d been doing exactly what Ciana had been experiencing from Petra — stealing extensively from her online written work, and rewriting it as hers.
There was no way Corolla was ever going to support Ciana in this. Soon after, the massive storms struck Puerto Rico, and it was left in tatters. Ciana saw this with a deep knowing in her heart. Awo Agbọn Oyibo refused to intervene in this negotiation process now falling apart, saying that if he took it on for her at this stage, the Àje would simply laugh at him for such a request, and he’d lose any future credibility with them. He expected her to deal with it herself. She gave up any hopes of connecting with the Àje.
The Hacking of Awo Agbọn Oyibo
The usual happened, that by now Ciana was expecting — a now very predictable event. Every time she connected closely with someone who could potentially be a threat to Petra’s destructive machinations — within a few days of any supportive communications, their websites were badly hacked, brought down, and worse. And so it happened. She could set her clock by it these days. Awo Agbọn Oyibo denied it being Petra and Co. He said someone else from India had hacked his website so severely, and also the enormous theft of money from an account.
Well, Ciana had no hardcore evidence. Just the evidence of her own eyes over an extended period of time— every time she met someone as a potential support, they were immediately severely hacked. But they refused to see it. Had Petra bewitched everyone? Just what kind of magic was she using anyway? Succubus sex magic? Whatever it was, it was potent.
Oyibo said that in the past he’d even had an entire book hacked and stolen, downplaying the almost daily theft and rewrite of her online writings by Petra. Evidently someone had taken an entire book of his and published it in Spanish, only changing the author’s name to their own, and nothing else. The legal costs in the USA of suing the person would have been well over $25,000 — funds he just did not have. He philosophically let it go, reasoning with himself that at least his words would now have greater global circulation. To lessen the outrageous sting.
But after all, he was an aged pensioner and living very frugally, so it was a crime against him he couldn’t do anything about. Very frustrating. And this was what Ciana was dealing with on a much lesser scale, but still incredibly infuriating and diabolical in its intention. And it still seemed nothing could be done.
Awo Training
Unexpectedly she received an incredible and heart-warming gift from Awo Oyibo in her email —links to his manuals of extensive Awo trainings! She was to train as an Awo under his tutelage. He would do it for free! Oh my God. She was ecstatic for a time. The only condition was that she would somehow connect with certain Australian Indigenous people from the Ayers Rock area, and find a way for him to meet them. And be led by them to the very secret location of pyramids hidden somewhere around Ayers Rock. Perhaps he didn’t realise how almost impossible this task was. Or perhaps he did.
Ciana began to research all this, and was astounded to realise artefacts had been found that proved there’d been shiploads of ancient Egyptian and Phoenician travellers to Australia — and they’d also landed nearby her home on the Central Coast of NSW. Hidden in the bushlands only a few kilometres from her home, were Ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics carved impossibly into sheer rock faces. The location of these were extremely secret, and local indigenous women were guarding them. They apparently used their own urine to preserve them, spread liberally over the hieroglyphics in a sacred ceremony. These secret and sacred ceremonies had been held over aeons of time. She was soon to relocate to Cairns in the Far North Queensland area, and there too were some secret pyramids located by certain pernicious pyramid hunters.
This Was No Elenini
It soon became very clear that Petra’s intentions were to actually kill her. She made this crystal clear online and in plain view of everybody. Many of whom seemed almost fatally drugged with some kind of powerful sedative causing total lack of reaction. But Awo Agbọn Oyibo finally admitted this, after insisting for a time to Ciana she was ‘self-hexing’ and so on, which annoyed her. He finally saw that this woman was really out to kill her, and that she fully intended achieving this. To this end, he sent Ciana instructions in certain very protective African rituals, which she faithfully carried out.
She felt relieved to be finally vindicated in her suspicions about what Petra was really all about. That she, Ciana, hadn’t created this monstrous entity Petra, but that she’d been created by others for their own diabolical purposes, obviously using some very dark arts to inhabit the woman’s body with some evil entity. And that she intended to steal Ciana’s life and light, and use for her own ends, having very little life and light of her own at that time.
The Sigidi protection worked to a degree, as did other protection rituals Ciana devised using ancient spiritual texts. But still Petra persisted. And she had a coven behind her. It was a lot for one woman alone to deal with. Almost too much.
The Virtues Of Maát
Ciana strove to live by the Ancient precepts and morals in her life, and in the end this would prove to be her strength, through a time that could just as easily have killed her and taken everything from her. In the end, Petra managed to strip a lot of people and most of her career from Ciana, but she managed to stay afloat with secret friends who brought unexpected help, to whom she would always be very grateful.
The following of the 10 virtues were sought by the Neophyte in ancient Kemet. In the final analysis, the ancient Kemites sought Maát or to be more correct they sought to become one with Maát, the cosmic order.
(1) Control of thoughts
(2) Control of actions
(3) Devotion of purpose
(4) Have faith in the ability of your teacher to teach you the truth
(5) Have faith in yourself to assimilate the truth
(6) Have faith in themselves to wield the truth
(7) Be free from resentment under the experience of persecution
(8) Be free from resentment under the experience of wrong
(9) Cultivate the ability to distinguish between right and wrong and
(10) Cultivate the ability to distinguish between the real and the unreal
Betrayal by Sabia
Ciana contacted Sabia, and in the end deeply regretted it. This was the trend these days with Sabia — for someone who’d once seemed a staunch ally, she now denied Ciana’s reality and called her crazy more than once. It took a while for Ciana to realise that she too was somehow affiliated with the Petra circle, and working in direct opposition to her own well-being. This betrayal from a fellow countrywoman went painfully deep. But it happened more than once, and inexplicably, as Ciana was never privy to the behind-the-scenes machinations of it all.
“Hey there Sabia — how’s your day going? I’m having a hard time of it today, wondering why people so keen to constantly tell me I’m failing daily. I have friends like Joe, who I’m about to delete, as he seems to be continually supporting the woman who trolls me, Petra. Why can’t people let it go? If they want her, they should go to her, and just leave me out of it. My feelings are not a game for them to play with. Anyway I’m just debriefing, and I’m sorry, I have few who understand. And thankyou for everything, even the cat pics.”
Sabia spoke with seeming exhaustion from her expensive and luxurious house on the Northern Beaches of Sydney.
“Just block whoever, that will help.”
Intentions to Sabotage
Sabia sent Ciana an extensive Oracle reading — even offering to do this at a very reduced price. Later Ciana would realise what this was, but too late — actually a nasty spell against her — after she’d listened to the deeply demoralizing words that went into her like a knife. In the Oracle reading Sabia advised Ciana not to waste her time by looking after herself in any way — to let go of any self-care, and devote all her time and money to her website, and nothing else. Her instructions were precise — no hair care, no skincare, little to no exercise, no wasting time on swimming or lying in the sun, and so on.
This was bad enough and Ciana chose to ignore it. But worse came. She ended the reading with one of her classic Oracle symbols , but used it as spell against Ciana.
“You’ll symbolically “go the mountain and come down with inspired teachings from God”, and you’ll seem for a time to be the Chosen One! But then people will realise you’re NOT the chosen one, and you will fail. But hey — don’t worry about it. Not a big deal. It’s just a thing.”
Poisonous Frenemies
Ciana realised over time just how toxic this woman was, but not until extensive damage was done. Sabia hacked Ciana and contacted all her friends around the world via the technological resources available to Petra and company. The Games had begun. This was the last thing Ciana wanted or needed in her life. But there it was — somehow the sick game of colour-coding began (Ciana — blue, and Petra — pink)and the world became a Simulated Reality from then on. Her life became Fight Club. Thrown into the caged ring against any of her wishes and desires. Here to bring peace but with war declared on her.
She seemed to have very few on her side, as the slander and smear campaign took hold of people’s minds ‘round the world, and Petra’s coven had the wealth and resources to promote her relentlessly. Which they did every painful minute and hour of every day. It was incredibly hard to fight, but Ciana never gave in. Coming almost to the edge many times.
“Hmm yes, I’m very close to blocking Joe. But it’s so sad — because to me he was a very beloved friend. I can’t take much more of this betrayal stuff. These times are hard on the soul — so thankyou for your faith in me. But I really need these games to stop. I love you guys. How do we stop this? Far out, Sabia, if you could see my newsfeed. I need to find out how to stop being razed by it every day. Please don’t take this as about you. I love all my ex-friends and my heart is breaking.
“But I wonder if anyone understands, well some do, quite how it feels to have had absolutely NO privacy for years now. My life an open book for anyone to troll through and steal from and discuss, in a way that I have never, and would never, do. It’s been an ongoing nightmare of feeling constantly violated. I love and treasure you and Joe, and I don’t always understand what I see and what is happening. This is hard. I need you to know if it weren’t for you I don’t know where I’d be.
“But the stuff on Facebook is like an empath’s nightmare at times. Info from Bots coming at me from all directions. I don’t want to lose either of you, I’m deeply shaken.”
But Sabia began inexplicably turning against her more and more. She denied knowledge of anyone called Joe, although it was obvious they were communicating. The photos on Sabia’s online pages showed close connection with these people - one of Sihnn’s ex’s - a wellknown published grizzled old Shaman in his own right; the founder of Cowbarn Publishing House, and many others. She also knew Joe.
“I can’t see anything with any ‘Joe’ on your profile. Who are you referring to?”
This was getting more and more weird. Joe was a world famous Beat poet, ex of Sihnn’s and she’d seen Sabia and Joe talking online more than once.
“Why would you think you’re going to ‘lose’ me? I don’t know what you’re talking about. It’s all a mystery to me. Can you show me what you mean? That would help.”
But Ciana found it all incredibly difficult to explain. Particularly when she knew that Sabia knew. The blatant lying in her face was bizarre and deeply hurtful. It was so subtle, hidden, secretive and insidious. She tried, but found herself struggling. How do you describe an extensively orchestrated and diabolical campaign to take over someone’s life, destroy their world and steal all that was once hers, then discredit her, and wreck her career, pushing her to the edge of suicidality in the end.
How do you even begin to describe this? Where do you start? This is the terrible dilemma of many targeted people these days — the campaign is carried out through subterfuge and discrediting — a hidden and disgusting intention to gradually destroy someone’s entire life, and very hard to prove. Done over many years, the target is gradually destroyed and the antagonist gains power and privilege. It’s incredibly diabolical.
Ciana Tries To Explain Signifyin’ To Sabia
“In Afro-American tradition there’s a thing called “Signifyin’” (I think that’s what it’s called). It’s the language of the oppressed. It’s a language that was developed during slavery. For some reason, I understand it and speak it, and so do many others. Must be a past life experience. Also many speak in that language these days, as do Native Americans, Australian Indigenous people and many people I know.
“It’s a language of symbolism and does not speak directly. We all speak it. So what I’m saying is that I don’t have direct words to show you, as it’s written in that language. And therefore, what can I say? I’m sorry to bring it up on here because my hackers will read this also. But anyway, they understand that language also. So this is the problem I face in showing people things that are known only in that secret language. People need to understand I know the language intimately, and I know we all do. There are a couple of things that are unclear to me in Signifyin’ but in the main it’s crystal clear.”
Sabia reacted in her latest way — through refuting anything Ciana said, with an aim to ultimately shoot her down in flames.
“That’s strange to me. You mean this whole thing operates only on the psychic level? You can’t show me anything of what’s going on?”
Ciana replied: “I could — but it means sharing other people’s private emails to me. And this is the problem — because I cannot break their privacy without their permission. This has been a huge ongoing problem. The theft and invasion has been subtle but obvious when you see it — and this is how the troll operates.”
She explained her ongoing efforts over time to gather evidence about the stalker and troll Petra. “I also was gathering evidence about all this, down south, and it was saved onto my last computer which died. First from the ‘blue screen of death’ which I revived it from, and then — as my son called it (the IT Wiz kid) — the ‘black screen of death’ that couldn’t be fixed, and I lost everything that was on it. I actually had several severe computer virus attacks last year. “I lost everything — but I could gather recent stuff, though — if I contacted people, and asked their permission to share parts of emails and so on. I could match up the evidence. But who’s interested in it all? I’ve got nowhere to go with all this.”
Stabbed In The Back
Sabia came in for the kill. “I’m sorry, but this all sounds like complete illusion. What is real in this situation? You keep sending me messages about how distraught you are about all this, but you play into it. Really, is this what you want? I’m beginning to think this is all an illusion. Perhaps you need to step aside and look at it from the outside. It looks weird, to be honest.”
Sure it was all an illusion. Not. What was going on here? This woman Sabia constantly promoted herself as a mystical channel, and a psychic and so on — and yet here she was saying anything supernatural was craziness and Ciana needed psychological help. Great.
Chaos Magic
It was also clear that Sabia was connecting with Petra and surreptitiously training her in some ‘language of light’, but no-one would admit to anything. The so-called language of light Petra used anyway, proved to stem from the Satanic Bible and was anything but light. It was easily seen through by Ciana, in Petra’s use of bad grammar, terrible punctuation and other diabolical ruses — a direct out-take from the Chaos Spells of the Satanic Bible.
The thing that proved Ciana’s downfall over and over, throughout these awful years, was trusting people who really weren’t her friend in any way shape or form. They somehow managed to convey a false impression of friendship but were working behind the scenes to promote Petra and bring down Ciana.
But she loved these people, and couldn’t see their true colours until their poison seeped into her heart and soul, destroying her self esteem and confidence, and utterly wounding her. The wounds were almost mortal but not quite. But it became impossible for Ciana to turn to anyone in the end, as the agenda seemed to be relentless betrayal.
Whoever she reached out to, then Petra — obsessively watching her every move via her spying technology — would immediately contact them. To then effectively turn them against her, one by one, with lies and slander and self-promotion. No day would go by without at least one more friend turning against her for no known reason. Another one bit the dust. And the diabolical intentions from those responsible, to poison her life, would continue.
More Lies About The Truth
And so — according to Sabia, ‘Signifyin’’ was some crazy and insane lie made up by Ciana, as well as the fact she’d been initiated by Changó in her own home, and the Awo training now happening with Awo Agbọn Oyibo. But why did this all seem so far-fetched and impossible to Sabia she would call it all a massive lie? Ciana had the emails, planet tickets and all, as hard evidence.
But seriously, why would she push the point? If someone didn’t believe her, she let it go. And so according to Sabia, it was all fabrications of a fevered imagination, proving Ciana needed psychiatric care, and to be safely medicated in some mental institution. Except it wasn’t a lie. None if it. It was all true — and Sabia knew it. And she still spread the slanderous lies about Ciana far and wide. This was how seriously diabolical it all was.
Signifyin’
Have you heard of Signifyin’? Many haven’t, and yet you’re exposed to it on a daily basis in many subtle ways. It’s a fascinating Afro-American term, and signifies a code born in the era of slavery.
‘Signifyin’ (sometimes written “signifyin(g)”) — vernacular — is a wordplay. It’s a practice in Afro-American culture involving a verbal strategy of indirection that exploits the gap between the denotative and figurative meanings of words. A simple example would be insulting someone to show affection. Other names for signifyin’ include: “Dropping lugs, joaning, sounding, capping, snapping, dissing, busting, bagging, janking, ranking, toasting, woofing, putting on, or cracking.”
‘Signifyin’ directs attention to the connotative, context-bound significance of words, which is accessible only to those who share the cultural values of a given speech community. The expression comes from stories about the Signifying Monkey, a trickster figure said to have originated during slavery in the United States (wiki).
In most of these narratives, the Monkey manages to dupe the powerful Lion by signifying.’
Do I need elaborate further on the online use of Signifyin’? A great tool in times of slavery and severe danger, but also a nightmare in the hands of despots, fascists and fools, no matter the cultural background or heritage. All the codes I’m writing of have deviated from the original motive, and are being used by others with extremely different motives. Any Empath worth their salt can smell Signifyin’ in the wrong hands at a hundred paces. And any Empath reading these words can well read between these lines. I’m counting on that.
What’s it All About
Ciana tried once more to explain things to Sabia. Why did she even bother though, was the question she would later ask herself. But she was feeling desperate, and felt only a Psychic or Medium would understand the supernatural hellish reality she was living through.
“I’ve just had a great conversation with two people about all this — it’s exactly as Boipelo said to me 5 years ago — they agreed that all of this has been about the person to take over Sihnn Goode’s role in the global community, and Petra saw me as a threat for some reason. I didn’t understand ever that I was a candidate. And I didn’t understand Petra battling with me. As Dovber said — it was a slap in the face from Boipelo to me, for reasons best known to himself, that he brought Petra into the picture and introduced her to all the people I knew then from the Afro-American Ifá community, who were all actually teaching me back then.
“This was all openly discussed with me and Boipelo and The Real Ifá back in the day. It’s been hard to discuss with anyone ever since. But it’s all ok. I feel at peace with it all right now. I’m so sorry to discuss it with you, it’s been a long and harrowing 5 years of not knowing what’s been going on until now, really and I wouldn’t expect anyone to truly understand it. It’s been a very shamanic initiation process. Well, I think that’s what it is. Boipelo once said to me: “You ARE Sihnn” — and I went — “Huh!!??”
“He explained that he believed I was to take over her role — but in my own way — in a very different way with lots of the old difficult stuff gone. And that it’s all understood in the Ifá community quite deeply and openly. Anyway things went fu-bar and so be it. We’ll see how the next cycle pans out.”
Sabia didn’t respond well to this line of thought at all. “Hmm, I feel perhaps you could leave me out of this narrative. I have so much to contend with in my life, perhaps just don’t talk to me about this stuff. I can’t make heads nor tails whether what you’re saying is right or not. I’m tired and I have so many people pulling on me. All this talk of some African dialogue seems very weird. Honestly, I don’t need it. I’m struggling with my own stuff. But yeah, good luck with it.”
Ciana tried reasoning with her, as she wanted her back on side somehow. This wasn’t ever to be, however. At the same time as she was denigrating Ciana’s reality, even then it was becoming obvious Sabia was also connecting with Petra. “Ok. Anyway thankyou for listening. I’m not crazy — it’s just a crazy old world we live in.”
Sabia lashed out unexpectedly at her. “Well, you’re making it more crazy-making. Ciana, I don’t know what’s wrong with you. I’ve tried to figure it out, but, well, I can’t any more. I can’t respond to your frequent, weird, mystical, delusional messages anymore. I reckon you need to do a cleansing.”
Ciana felt punched in the stomach by her words, but still tried to reach her. Tried against any real hope. “It’s all ok. I have a journey still, and you’ve been amazing —I thought you might have seen some of this going on. I was very deeply immersed in the Afro-American community for a quite long time. But Boipelo became confused about our very intense friendship and it all went wrong, as things sometimes do. And this Petra stuff was the terrible outcome.
“Awo Agbọn said it was as though the whole thing unleashed what he called an Elenini (Petra) which in Ifá talk is a spiritual parasite or entity born of our fears. As did Tokala Ten-Eagles — we did good work on it, but it’s a strong entity. Anyway it’s been intense, and I need rest too. You’ve done amazing healing work, you have no idea.”
Sabia spoke patronisingly to her as though to a two year old. “Anyways, I have a lot to deal with myself. Be good. Have fun. Don’t fret and stop being delusional.”
Ciana laughed out loud. In frustration and very real pain. Knowing the truth about Sabia’s betrayal but trying to find a way around it, and back to their friendship. But betrayal doesn’t usually have a way of turning around, rarely anyway.
“Sure, thanks Sabia.”
Sabia ended the conversation. “I can’t follow your stuff! I’m in my own shit right now. Just get on with it. Stop being weird.”
A Few Months Later
To Ciana it all became clearer over time. Her own detective work revealed that some strict codes of silence had been placed on it all, and no-one involved would ever admit to what was really going on. No matter how bad it got. Even if Ciana had died. In fact it seemed those orchestrating it all behind the scenes truly didn’t give a damn if that happened. That it would be a desirable outcome for Ciana to die and thus put her out of her misery.
Now Ciana had a very long fuse, and she hoped against hope for those she loved but had lost to see the truth of it all and return to their old friendships. She finally became angry with Sabia’s obvious and blatant betrayal of her with Petra, and spoke out about it to her.
“Amazing, and very painful looking back in time at our conversations, isn’t it? Knowing what I know now, and seeing how much of a hand you had in it all. Codes of Silence huh?”
Sabia lashed out again. “How much of a hand I had in it? I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. Are you that unhinged? It’s fucking Sunday morning and you’re throwing shit at me for something I know nothing about. Leave me alone.”
And she did. Forever and amen. Because there’s really no point arguing with a liar.
Awo Oyibo‘s Advice
It was then that Awo Agbọn Oyibo strongly advised her to go offline for 3 - 6 months. He would not negotiate on this. It was much the same as Tokala TenEagles who’d strongly advised her to have a total identity change and go into hiding in order to save her life— as though they totally doubted her capacity, and theirs — to safely navigate her through and out the other side of this demonic and diabolical takeover attempt of her life by Petra. They called her stubborn and wilful when she argued against it, saying it would give Petra what she wanted — her life.
It seemed a heart-breaking vote of no-confidence. Ciana was outraged yet again. In the end, she agreed as her life energy was draining from her like blood from a massive open wound. But took it on as only a temporary measure, as she made the mammoth move to the very top end of Australia, leaving her job and home once more. It did prove to bring a return of her life energy, as she shut down all her social media for a time, that had obviously been draining her so badly. But in that time away, Petra gained total leverage, and somehow was placed in a position of power, while Ciana was totally left out in the cold. No one ever explained the machinations of all this. It was just a done deed when she returned online a few months later.
It also became clear a little too late that Awo Agbọn Oyibo had very close connections with Themba Che-Che, due to her close long-term friendship with his wife — with backyard bar-b-q’s and other companionable soirees often attended by one and all in the good ol’ days. Themba Che-Che — whose aim was to fully replace her with the mental midget Petra. What a slap in the face. A kick in the guts. All of it. Was there any sanctuary anywhere? Anyone she could truly trust? Would he be able to separate his loyalties, and truly help save Ciana? More tragic mistakes by Ciana in terms of who she almost blindly reached out to for help in it all, in the beginning, before she woke up to it all. Everything seemed so cold-blooded and calculated. And it was.
The Bloodline Protector
Although Awo Agbọn Oyibo had said he was sworn through his own powerful heritage to protect certain bloodlines and ancient lineages, it appeared Ciana was not fully included in this at the time, and yet Petra was. Ciana could feel in her blood and her waters what was really going on, and what no-one would fully and openly admit to. Interesting. He didn’t see her. He didn’t fully see Ciana.
That although she was deeply wearied and exhausted from unceasing life-threatening attacks over the years — she always remained a Daughter of Dragonblood, and a StarFire Priestess — and this was her truth and spirit from before the beginning of time. From across the universe and from un-thought of places. She had to spell it out, in the end. And finally, she was seen.
Olóòkun · Believed to be the parent of Aje, the Orisha of great wealth and of the bottom of the ocean. Olóòkun is revered as the ruler of all bodies of water and for the authority over other water deities · Artist unknown
Here we have a gatekeeper who is a bird with light in its eyes. We have an upright person whose head is filled with the light of spirit. This is about letting ourself be filled with inner vision, allowing our eyes to let in all that comes into view. When reading signs and seeing celestial omens, clarity comes when we let go of all preconceptions. And as we examine these things deeply, insight comes into all that lies before us. And as the bitter smoke hurting our heart begins to clear, the whole world comes into view.
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