Obeah
We're all obeah.
We are doctors, scientists, medical professionals of our own condition. When the medical industry becomes a corporation, the soul of the medicine is gone. We find the soul in our own healing. How?
For me, Tarot speaks. It guides. Music plays a large part as well. I pay attention to my signs, just as your signs may be revealed through other means—dreams, augury, other transmissions.
When I recently received a concussion, my brain was reeling. As a tech-adjacent worker, my life revolves around screens. I was hurt. I couldn't do what I normally do; I felt broken and distanced from myself. Joy wasn't near. Only apprehension.
I pulled the Art Card. Temperance. A changing. I applied my own medicine, vogue or not; it plasticized my brain. I felt joy again. I laughed.
Be your own shaman. Feel the waves of energy, the subtle hints. If you can't find the hints, find a guide, find a teacher. Get lost into the mystic.
The Dream Showed?
After this medicine, I had a dream. Students testing the teacher. I was shown a song, asked to name it.
I heard Exuma scream "Obeah"—listen.
It was a test set before me. I knew it. At the time, I didn’t know what that meant. It meant I had reclaimed my power.
My destiny is in my own hands. I will continue, no matter the obstacles ahead.
If we do not work and struggle, we will stagnate and fade.