Nov 15, 2021 - Babá Reads the Itá Guardian Orisha - Baba Speaks to Class on Rootwork

The contours of my life's road trip became a little clearer today as Babá deftly filled in the meaning of the work done on my Itá Guardian Orisha. At one point as his work on the reading was progressing he asked whether my grandparents were alive when I was conceived. I responded all but my mother's father was alive at that time.

The reading showed my guardian Ancestor is my Mother's Father. When I asked about it Babá told the story of how he threw for my Guardian Ancestor further and further back simply assuming that all my grandparents would have been alive when I was conceived. He kept getting a "no"with each ancestor until he eventually asked the question.

This admission certainly surprised me and helped build a trust something was happening beyond the stories that tend to circulate about cold readings being fed by the reactions of the person who is asking the questions. Actually, after going through the other details I felt he understood the subtleties of the reading much more than I would until I had a chance to work with the reference material more.   

As I said in my past post my Guardian Orisha was Obatala, the King of the Orun, at the trial a silent judge, defender of the disabled, Creator Orisha, owner of the chain of the court who leans on a white metal staff felt right. I didn't know my mother's father, of course, but I did know he practiced law and sketched very well. I didn't know if it was usual for my Guardian Ancestor and Guardian Orishá to share qualities In my reading it seemed they did.

Apparently Sunday is a key spiritual day for me. The suggestion was that I light a white candle and meditate on Sundays. If yesterday was an indicator of the future I could definitely be convinced.

Class was later that evening. Babá was dressed in white. The focus tonight was on the HooDoo Tarot deck. One of the first cards he talked about was Miss Robinson. Babá told the class her story and the story of other rootworkers. Her story, in particular as it was told, was challenging. There was an acknowledgement for the work I had undertaken that I was a white man trying my best to do the right thing. I suddenly felt like Mr. Jones in Dylan's Ballad of a Thin Man.

Something is happening and I don't know what it is

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