The night before attending a Yoruba Fire Ceremony, I had the following dream.
“A seed was placed in the center of my brain, and from it grew healing and wisdom, which spread throughout my brain. This brain change, enabled me a growing understanding of the indigenous mind and the language of seeds.”
What happens when you plant a seed on indigenous land, but the the seed comes from another place? The Earth begins to speak to the seed in another language, one the seed may not understand, but it is nurtured by it never the less. The seed learns to trust and grow, wondering what it may become, knowing it is of the Earth.
The seed learns of the divine, the larger mind of our being and spiritual wisdom of “Ori” which means “head” in Yoruba. The divine stories are whispered, delivered by this seed and planted into a consciousness designed by destiny.
What happens when the seed of spirit gets planted in a troubled mind? The ancient mind of the “Ori” whispers what is needed in order to heal the limitations, judgement, resentments, selfishness and ignorance of separation. There is no separation. The seed of divine wisdom and destiny, begins to whisper in another language and deeper knowing of the pulse of life. A deep healing presence has descended to bring peace of mind. A pulse of the universal intelligence of life, which speaks an ancient language of the balance of life and death, in connection with the patterns of the stars and the sun and the earth and the moon. The seed holds a vibration that resonates to create a change of heart, a breaking open and breaking through, into a space of remembrance and newness all at the same moment.
The Seed of Destiny
A soulful seed planted by the universal mind into the limited consciousness of the Western Modern identity, can unravel the most tangled soul. A seed which can change fate into destiny and emptiness into a receptacle for a story from another land to take root and unfurl.
I came across the seed of destiny when I attended a Yoruba Fire Ceremony. The seed had been placed on a tray with other ritual implements for a traditional oracle reading known as Ifa. I sat waiting for the ceremony to begin and next to me on a tray, were the elements of the oracle. I was drawn to the seed I saw in wait, yet not knowing it’s purpose. The seed began to whisper deep inside me, repeating over and over, Seed of Destiny. I wondered what this meant, but accepted the message as given to me. I then made my give away and wrote, “I release all that stands between me and my Destiny”. This felt liberating immediately. I set my give away aside and the ceremony began. The Babalawo began the oracle reading by summoning the ancestral spirits and offering prayers. The priest held up a Palm Nut as he spoke of the seed of destiny, and broke it open into four pieces. The reading was divined from how the pieces fell. The Ifa that came through honored the powerful magic of women and all that is born through women. The message that came through for me, was about accepting the magic that women bring. Become this magic.
My magic is tied up with the seed of destiny. In this time, I will bring through my magic and no longer be ashamed or afraid. I have heard the whispers of the seed of destiny and released all that stands in my way, both inwardly and outwardly, there is no separation.