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[quote:Khu, Ka of Kings 34167139:MV8yMTU1MTkyXzM2NDI1MzE5X0EwQzM1OTlG]
My real name is Bobby. I want to introduce myself.
I was born in Wisconsin, around the indian head reigon, northwestern, close to MI. Born to a 
young mother and father, who had to this time been carnival workers. They decided to settle 
down for thier families sake. Interesting to note, for the occasion of my birth, grandpa Young, 
who I was named for, chose one hundred chickens as a gift, and this was my welcome to the 
world.

My mother was in the local hospital, in a room looking over the river Flambeaux. As I was 
seperated from my mother, Bonita, after the cord was split in twain, the doctor passed me by a 
window, at eight forty in the morning, sunshine glaring upon the Flambeaux, its cold waters 
moving through the stones which spotted the landscape outside of the window was most likely 
my first experience of life outside of the womb. I suppose the beauty filled me with awe, because

I was silent in passing and silent thereafter. My mother tells me I was such a good baby, I never 
fussed or anything, but my sleep schedule was that of a vampire.
This awakening into life was where I came into contact with the world, the spirits of this river, 
even back to ancient times, looked at me that morning, and I looked at them, and everything was 
well. 
The following decade was filled with turmoil. Struggles overpowered my young family, and 
eventually I made my way into the states custody. I was raised there.

My young adult life was filled with travel. I spent my days intoxicated, going from city to city, 
without an idea of what life meant, or what it could have in store for me. The perfect picture of 
my river and her heartbeat which I expressed earlier was very certianly not representative of my 
childhood, and these psychological foundations were hidden carefully behind layers and years of 
enforced and chosen drug abuse. Everywhere I went I found relationships difficult, and the more 
I grew, the harder it became to understand people and society, at least from what I considered a 
normal perspective.

Around the time I turned twenty four, I was introduced to La Regla de Ocha, or as we usually 
express it, Lucumi Traditions. Somebody came into my life like a comet or a whirlwind and told me 
people could divine with shells. This novel and insignifigant peice of information would alter the 
course of my life, for better and for worse, forever. I was soon initiated into the outer circle, and 
over the course of the next several years, taught so very much more than I ever thought I could 
know about these ancestral traditions.

Ancestral traditions of whats called Africa, commonly reffered to as ATRs, are amazing. A 
complete litany of natural spiritual forces exists in what were once spoken word traditions, where 
tribes and families, even entire kingdoms, recorded, preserved, and passed down from generation 
to generation ingenuis math, the numbers holding the whole corpus of knowledge. They have 
been mixed together and again seperated in what is called Diaspora, but they survived, a slice of 
cultural inheritance almost lost.

After breaking with my ile, or house <<which btw has nothing to do with my username... i lern 
oc eh>> I consulted a Babalawo of traditional Ifa, and have since distanced myself from these 
traditions. However, I find them so awesome, and study them still, every now and then.

These days, I have done work with myself spiritually which has helped me to regain the lost sense 
of self which so shook my psychological foundations. I am almost thirty now, and I am studying what is called Enochian, which is a system of Angelic Magick created by John Dee in middle earth, sorry, Midevil England. At promptly the time the eternal mythos of my culture was manifesting, John Dee, a student of Sciences and Mathmatics, was contacting the divine heirarchy of Angels in attempts to unlock the hidden mysteries of the universe. I like to think I have learned a lot so far, and will probably continue in this line of study for a long time.

I believe that this world isnt the only one inhabited. We seem to be in a shift from an old paradigm, to a new age. Many people have accepted this shift and theres so many avenues of new expression and thought. I enjoy engaging somewhere about this. There is a sense of community that comes from watching the same people over a period of time. I post here, ladies and gentlemen, due to this community, and the interests it shares. There are few enlightened places to discuss magick openly online. This is one of those places.

Anyway, thank you for discussing so many things with me, and may the stars line up and your cookie jar fill with cookies, until it overflows.
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Original Message Ancestors speak through us, the wings of our breath, our thought memes.

Lucumi means Our Friends.

African Traditional Religion is a complete misnomer, correctly put this term is used to describe Diasporic African based Native Traditions. In the beginning, underneah a world of Islamic and Roman Catholic world conquest, there was a great series of Moorish, non Ethopian kingdoms, one being known now to the world as Yorubaland. This kingdom which was established in the in the 12th century AD, stemming back to sometime in the first millenium AD, supposedly around the egyptian diaspora known in hebrew as the exodus. Around the seventeenth century AD, Oyo became the dominant political and military force of this conglomerated population, and the Oral Traditions of the Yoruba center around this period in history. The third Alafin, or King, of yorubaland was Shango. He was said to have power and control over lightning and thunder. It was this King who led military conquests which brought the wealth that made his Kingdom last until today. Upon his death, he was deified, and to this day, initiation into the mysteries of the forces of thunder and kingship are done in his name. It is from this third King of Yorubaland that we get the nemes of the god Sango, and the goddesses Oya, Oshun, and Oba, his wives and concubines. Each of these royal personages was elevated to godhood status, and the calibration and reframing of ones higher self to any of the forces of nature which they are given reign over is done in the name and with the authority of this warlord king. The Lucumi branch of this traditional belief system stems from the kingdom of Oyo through, into cuba and experiences change during the bay of pigs scare. That year, the year that Castro took control of cuba, the Lucumi priesthood divined that they would have to do a ceremony, wherin one of the priests would die. This is called the Olokun Dance. In refusing to dance, it is said that the priests allowed the island to be taken, and shortly therafter another diaspora happened, where some Havana bred city priests who didnt like the Castro regieme, as well as Matanzas based, country groups with the same issues chose to both legally and illeagaly make way into the major metropolitan areas of L.A., Miami, and New York. My own previous lineage, Coral, accepted the payment required for priesthood to initiate my priest of Obtala, B. Stuart Meyers, Ocha Ni Lele, who is really Eguin Lade, Ogunda Ogbe, Obatala Obanla and Esu Aye, after he published the secret matters of the divination system with no liscence, having spent years studying with a lover priest in Michagan. I only recieved my warriors, but was allowed to move into this priests house. The circumsance of this was my finding an ad on Craigslist.org, where he posted as a lonley man seeking male friendship at a negotiable rent, somebody who could walk his puppy, and help keep his house clean. He had just had his first Ocha canceled, the catholic syncrenysed initiation ceremony into La Regla de Ocha. I planned to have moved into this godsons neihborhood to study, and be with him on his new path in love with Ori Sa, and when he cancelled and was ostracised, I decided to move into my teachers area, to study directly with him. Though some have alleged and believe that this priest has attempted to seduce two of his students I never experinced that, or felt inthe lest sexually uncomfortable, understand. The only serious fault I have with him was that through divination and carelessness, he put my entire history of abuse into question, from an authoritative perspective. One day I went for a first time , what I took as a novelty shell based fortune telling, and was asked to initiate, and offered death as an alternative. I was just a hurt, stupid kid and this is my truth.

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