The Orishas
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Ancient truths, modern times—insights from Ifa-Orisha
The climber’s hands are raw, the peak still hidden in mist. The guide watches from below and calls out, “Step by step—there is no other way!”
March 18, 2025 at 1:45 AM
The climber’s hands are raw, the peak still hidden in mist. The guide watches from below and calls out, “Step by step—there is no other way!”
The young tree bends low beneath the weight of the rain, nearly touching the ground. “It will stand taller tomorrow,” the old one says. “Not despite the storm, but because of it.”
March 17, 2025 at 6:25 PM
The young tree bends low beneath the weight of the rain, nearly touching the ground. “It will stand taller tomorrow,” the old one says. “Not despite the storm, but because of it.”
The calabash splits, spilling closely held secrets. “You fear breaking,” the diviner muses. “Why? Do you love your self-imposed prison?”
March 17, 2025 at 1:00 AM
The calabash splits, spilling closely held secrets. “You fear breaking,” the diviner muses. “Why? Do you love your self-imposed prison?”
In the stillness before dawn, the wind shifts, carrying the scent of rain. “No rush” the old woman hums. “In due time it grows.”
March 16, 2025 at 3:33 PM
In the stillness before dawn, the wind shifts, carrying the scent of rain. “No rush” the old woman hums. “In due time it grows.”
Smoke curls around the offering, vanishing into unseen hands. A voice, neither near nor far: “To be heard, you must first learn to listen.”
March 15, 2025 at 3:45 PM
Smoke curls around the offering, vanishing into unseen hands. A voice, neither near nor far: “To be heard, you must first learn to listen.”
A lone drumbeat echoes in the dark, steady as a heartbeat. “Before you ask the Orisha for a path,” the priest murmurs, “ask if you are willing to walk it.”
March 15, 2025 at 2:45 AM
A lone drumbeat echoes in the dark, steady as a heartbeat. “Before you ask the Orisha for a path,” the priest murmurs, “ask if you are willing to walk it.”
The elder pours cool water over the initiate’s hands, the ripples in the basin distorting the candlelight. “A river does not doubt its course,” he says. “Why do you?”
March 14, 2025 at 3:00 PM
The elder pours cool water over the initiate’s hands, the ripples in the basin distorting the candlelight. “A river does not doubt its course,” he says. “Why do you?”
The ache of longing. The restless desire to surpass your limits. Thinking that carves pathways where non existed.
March 2, 2025 at 2:15 AM
The ache of longing. The restless desire to surpass your limits. Thinking that carves pathways where non existed.
Human consciousness, bound by time, generates thoughts moment by moment.
But what of primordial consciousness? Does it exist? —outside of time? —perceiving all things at once?
But what of primordial consciousness? Does it exist? —outside of time? —perceiving all things at once?
March 1, 2025 at 8:14 PM
Human consciousness, bound by time, generates thoughts moment by moment.
But what of primordial consciousness? Does it exist? —outside of time? —perceiving all things at once?
But what of primordial consciousness? Does it exist? —outside of time? —perceiving all things at once?
Daily life ebbs and flows, sleepily, dreamily. The groggy ones fail to see the mysteries and miracles surrounding them.
March 1, 2025 at 3:41 PM
Daily life ebbs and flows, sleepily, dreamily. The groggy ones fail to see the mysteries and miracles surrounding them.
Learn to recognize, to savor, the underlying presence in every moment—the stillness beneath your thoughts.
February 27, 2025 at 9:24 PM
Learn to recognize, to savor, the underlying presence in every moment—the stillness beneath your thoughts.
Some break under pressure. Others survive it. But the rarest *thrive* in chaos—growing stronger through volatility, disorder, and risk.
February 27, 2025 at 1:23 PM
Some break under pressure. Others survive it. But the rarest *thrive* in chaos—growing stronger through volatility, disorder, and risk.
Things dressed up as good but concealing a cunning self-interest—examples are all around you.
February 26, 2025 at 7:50 PM
Things dressed up as good but concealing a cunning self-interest—examples are all around you.
Becoming aware of how you’ve confined the mind.
Resolving, now, to give it room to roam.
Breathing deeply.
Tension dissolving.
A measure of peace settles within.
Resolving, now, to give it room to roam.
Breathing deeply.
Tension dissolving.
A measure of peace settles within.
February 26, 2025 at 5:32 PM
Becoming aware of how you’ve confined the mind.
Resolving, now, to give it room to roam.
Breathing deeply.
Tension dissolving.
A measure of peace settles within.
Resolving, now, to give it room to roam.
Breathing deeply.
Tension dissolving.
A measure of peace settles within.
Truth—constantly evolving.
February 26, 2025 at 12:56 AM
Truth—constantly evolving.
Constantly transforming, constantly transformed. There is no fixed and final point.
February 25, 2025 at 5:54 PM
Constantly transforming, constantly transformed. There is no fixed and final point.
In this moment, you are whole. But you don’t yet know it.
February 25, 2025 at 1:11 AM
In this moment, you are whole. But you don’t yet know it.
The despair you knew is transformed into a beautiful rainbow. Consciousness extends and your energy field opens to receive a joy and bliss that are beyond words.
February 24, 2025 at 8:15 PM
The despair you knew is transformed into a beautiful rainbow. Consciousness extends and your energy field opens to receive a joy and bliss that are beyond words.
Though you might feel alone, the Orishas are there—making a way for what’s yet to come.
February 24, 2025 at 2:00 AM
Though you might feel alone, the Orishas are there—making a way for what’s yet to come.
Sometimes, the Orishas withhold what we want to give us what we need.
February 23, 2025 at 7:28 PM
Sometimes, the Orishas withhold what we want to give us what we need.
Every moment we make choices that shape our path for better or worse
February 23, 2025 at 4:01 AM
Every moment we make choices that shape our path for better or worse
What we desire isn’t always aligned with the lesson or healing the Orishas have in store for us.
February 22, 2025 at 6:08 PM
What we desire isn’t always aligned with the lesson or healing the Orishas have in store for us.
Life is a teacher, and we are its students. It’s up to us to embrace the Orishas’ lessons and actively shape our own destiny.
February 22, 2025 at 3:17 AM
Life is a teacher, and we are its students. It’s up to us to embrace the Orishas’ lessons and actively shape our own destiny.
Relying solely on magic and ritual to remove obstacles and attract riches misses the point
February 21, 2025 at 3:07 PM
Relying solely on magic and ritual to remove obstacles and attract riches misses the point
Prayer and ritual aren’t shields from every pain or magnets for every joy—they guide us through, not around, life’s trials.
February 21, 2025 at 12:41 AM
Prayer and ritual aren’t shields from every pain or magnets for every joy—they guide us through, not around, life’s trials.