On Spirituality: ‘Isan Lo Pa Bruce Lee’

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“Janine at 39, Mother of Twins” is a 2000 oil on canvas by Margaret Garcia.

My people can be quite “funny”.

Whenever you start to get extra passionate about something, Nigerians (that belong to a certain category) will tell you “gbe isan sile”, “isan lo pa Bruce Lee”, agidi lo pa Tupac”, which translates to “relax your muscles/nerves”, “muscles [flexing] killed Bruce Lee, stubbornness killed Tupac”. It’s not so amusing when you translate it to English, is it? #LostInTranslation

We all know that the aforementioned statements are incorrect. Bruce Lee didn’t die while flexing his muscles, and although Tupac was stubborn (sometimes, unnecessarily so), his stubbornness didn’t kill him per se; he was shot. Somehow, my people have connected who these people were to the causes of their deaths. I find these statements rude, by the way, extremely rude, but I’ll confess that I chuckle when I hear them. 

Lately, I have been very upset, almost angry, that my spiritual/psychic growth has been rather slow. I assist people intuitively through tarot/oracle card readings and all, but, I really am not where I want to be. I want to see things more vividly and feel things more distinctly, but, I’ve not been able to experience the strong, crystal-clear connections that I seek. 

I wasn’t here 2-6 years ago. Haha! Nope! I was struggling, dying, to put it lightly, and I didn’t know too much about my life path and purpose. I was depressed, and my weight gain was far too rapid, in my opinion, within those years. What I was forgetting, until it was brought to my attention via a reading that I did for myself (and a video that I found), was the importance of patience and taking things easy. I discovered that I was a nun or a priestess in my past life, a bit of a hermit/recluse, and if I really was a priestess (since it has been confirmed over and over again), my soul probably misses being able to connect more, spiritually. I terribly miss the heightened levels of intuition and the spiritual gifts that I probably used to have, and so I want them back. It must be the reason I was getting so upset about having to start from scratch, so to speak.

My life path number is 7, and seeking for more spiritual knowledge and connection is a part of who I am, but I mustn’t be so obsessed about it that I forget the importance of patience and living in the present. In that video, this one, Amanda was using the analogy of wanting a relationship so bad, so intensely, that you scare the other person off and end up ruining everything. Ouch! 

So these spiritual gifts and abilities are coming, more ideas and inspiration too, and there really is no need to rush it or get it all in a day. Things don’t work that way, and it’s not that I didn’t know that; I really don’t know what I was thinking.

To other lightworkers like me, teachers and healers, who desire a stronger connection to the spirit realm so deeply, it’s a process. There is no need to rush. As long as we stay connected and hopeful, and do whatever we can with what we already have, Spirit and our other spirit guides will take care of the rest, and make us stronger.

Clairaudience?

I travelled to Osun state with my mum one time and I don’t think I’ll ever forget what happened. We visited a friend of hers one evening, and after eating, my mum said she was going somewhere different from where we all were to pray. I decided to pack the used plates and do the dishes, and once I had done that, tidy the kitchen up a bit. There wasn’t anything else to do, really, except watch TV. 

I was almost done with the dishes when I heard my name, very clearly in fact, like the caller was just behind the door, and it came through as my mum’s voice. My very thought was she wanted me to join her and her friend in the prayer, and [I feel very impelled to ask God for forgiveness at this point] my first inner reaction was ‘nope’. I responded that I was coming, and I rinsed my hands (and probably did something else) before going to look for her.

When I got to her, I told her that I had approached her in response to her call, and she just looked at me. She said she didn’t call me. What? Who called me then?

Her friend told me not to respond if I heard my name again. I didn’t know how to feel. My mum is not one for pranks, so I knew it wasn’t a prank. She really didn’t call me; someone else did.

Did I hear my name again?
Yes, faintly this time.
Did I respond?
No.

I am pretty sure the reaction to this would be “you are probably very used to hearing your mum call you” or “it was all in your mind” or “she called you and she probably forgot she did”. Sis, I shit you not, I know what I heard. As a matter of fact, it was happening very frequently at a time in my life. 

My brother and I had a similar experience. We were downstairs in the rain very late one evening, chatting away about everything and nothing, trying to put buckets in spaces where they could collect rainwater, when we heard a very loud voice saying inaudible words. We dismissed it, convinced each other that it was from our neighbour’s house or somewhere else, before we heard it again. It was a very deep voice and it sounded like it was coming from above us. It wasn’t a familiar voice because we would have recognized the speaker right away. My brother and I still laugh about the speed with which we ran up the stairs; we still don’t understand what on earth that was till this day.

I did a personal reading to see the psychic gifts that I either have or will have in the future and these cards were included in the list of cards that I got:

I was reading things online about signs of clairaudience, and a content creator touched on very similar experiences to the ones I’ve had, including the one that I have described. I still don’t know if I’m clairaudient. “Clairaudience” sounds really fancy and sophisticated.

We’ll see, I guess.