Finding my Orixa (A Dream I had while in BRAZIL)
…The moon is a cosmic star in the sky that outshines the sprinkles of sparkling dust around it. My head turns upward, as if in salutation and prayerful adoration. Shadowed bodies move around me, the Capoeira roda (circle) is complete, and we are retiring to our huts. Human shapes hold instruments and a protruding berimbau lifts to the heavens. A shadowed figure wraps its sweaty limbs around my body and says goodbye.
A moonlit path leads to our hut and trees bow with the wind. Lying in bed with my lover, hazel-green eyes taste sweet, and his tongue is my own. Our tired eyes rest, but I am awakened by floating spirits, passing my open window.
I lie still, waiting for them to pass.
A presence floats in my room and lingers, it knows that I am awake, even though I close my eyes. I feel an invisible weapon push onto my stomach, discomfort, it doesn’t pierce my flesh. “I am Xango, the warrior.” I block this voice from my mind. But it envelopes me and another enters. Another weapon pushes harder onto my stomach, “I am Ogun. god of War.” My body swallows the twinge of force, but my mind holds fear. I turn my mind in another direction and gain control of my body, finally, I clasp at my lover.
“The Orixas are here.” He denies. “Yes they are here; just think of one and it will come.” We squeeze our eyes and think, “Yemanja.” A strong wind picks up and she floats toward our window. The goddess of the ocean. She glances at me, her cinnamon colored skin and turquoise eyes are stark and jarring. “I am Yemanja.” Her all white hair shines and flows down, down, down. She is neither old nor young. She stares at my lover and smiles as if to say, “Now, do you believe in me?” And then she glides away, joining the other spirits that have passed.
Oxum, the goddess of fresh water follows closely. A sparkling yellow outline of a human shape and wisps passed joyfully.
We lie in bed and Iyansa, the goddess of winds and storms, quakes inside me. I hear her voice and feel her water swelling inside. "Okay." I say. "I accept you." But her being is replaced by Oshossi, the god of the Moon, Rocks, and the Forest. He drowns out Iyansa and enters my chest and body; he is silent.
This is my Orixa.
The one that seems to favor me. Tall trees sprout within me and an invincible being resides there. He is serious. He is intense, but humble. He resides in me…my protector in the Capoeira roda has summoned me for service.
Yes! I will sing and dance for the God of the earth...
A moonlit path leads to our hut and trees bow with the wind. Lying in bed with my lover, hazel-green eyes taste sweet, and his tongue is my own. Our tired eyes rest, but I am awakened by floating spirits, passing my open window.
I lie still, waiting for them to pass.
A presence floats in my room and lingers, it knows that I am awake, even though I close my eyes. I feel an invisible weapon push onto my stomach, discomfort, it doesn’t pierce my flesh. “I am Xango, the warrior.” I block this voice from my mind. But it envelopes me and another enters. Another weapon pushes harder onto my stomach, “I am Ogun. god of War.” My body swallows the twinge of force, but my mind holds fear. I turn my mind in another direction and gain control of my body, finally, I clasp at my lover.
“The Orixas are here.” He denies. “Yes they are here; just think of one and it will come.” We squeeze our eyes and think, “Yemanja.” A strong wind picks up and she floats toward our window. The goddess of the ocean. She glances at me, her cinnamon colored skin and turquoise eyes are stark and jarring. “I am Yemanja.” Her all white hair shines and flows down, down, down. She is neither old nor young. She stares at my lover and smiles as if to say, “Now, do you believe in me?” And then she glides away, joining the other spirits that have passed.
Oxum, the goddess of fresh water follows closely. A sparkling yellow outline of a human shape and wisps passed joyfully.
We lie in bed and Iyansa, the goddess of winds and storms, quakes inside me. I hear her voice and feel her water swelling inside. "Okay." I say. "I accept you." But her being is replaced by Oshossi, the god of the Moon, Rocks, and the Forest. He drowns out Iyansa and enters my chest and body; he is silent.
This is my Orixa.
The one that seems to favor me. Tall trees sprout within me and an invincible being resides there. He is serious. He is intense, but humble. He resides in me…my protector in the Capoeira roda has summoned me for service.
Yes! I will sing and dance for the God of the earth...
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