This is something that happened to me back in 2006; I blogged it in my livejournal on June 9 that same year. I thought I might add it here, because it is, after all, a good story, and a glimpse into this thing I call my life.
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Most of you who read this know I am a diviner. I'm not the busiest diviner, and I'm probably not the best, but over the years I've managed to make some faces crack and facilitate a few marvelous miracles (Maferefun los orishas everyday!). Today, once again, something happened that reminded me how important it is to listen to the orishas when divining, and to make ebo.
Last fall, a friend of a friend who had come to me for divination and ebo referred another friend to me who was having a hard time in life. She called me, and made an appointment for a reading with Eleggua. Let's call her "Mary."
Mary was an interesting Puerto Rican woman, or should I say Puerto Rican Princess, who came through my door with more attitude than Celia Cruz had wigs. I knew, right from the start, this was going to be a difficult client.
I sat on the mat; she sat on the stool, and I opened the diloggun. Her sign was harsh; it came in a severe osogbo, and I told her absolutely everything Eleggua had to say. She argued every point. "Your mother is sick, and might die," I told her.
"My mother is in perfect health," she insisted.
"You have someone living in your house that shouldn't be there. Your lover. He hits you."
"That M/F wouldn't DARE lay a hand on me," she hissed.
"You have two young children. The older daughter might get pregnant soon. Not by choice. Both she and your son are being molested by the same man."
"You're SICK," she insisted.
"To make it worse, it might be your boyfriend doing all this . . . "
That broke her. Profanity spewed from her mouth like vomit. I was calm. I folded up her derecho, gave it back to her, and politely asked her to leave my home.
Fast forward two months. The woman calls me, in tears, because her boyfriend beat her up AFTER her 14 year old daughter told her she was pregnant . . . by him . . . and her 8 year old son admits the boyfriend was molesting him as well. She wants another reading. She wants to make ebo. I reminded her of her attitude and profanity, and hung up the phone.
Fast forward another week. Two police investigators are at my door. They want to question me regarding my relationship with the woman, her boyfriend, and how I knew he was molesting the children. Mary, in her pain, despair, and embarassment, had implied that I KNEW something about all this before she ever came to see me. She even implied that, perhaps, I was a friend of her boyfriend's that she didn't know about. Simply, I shook my head and shut the door in their faces.
That right there is enough to solidify one's faith in the orishas and the odu, but last night . . . I saw Mary again. I was getting off the elevator, walking to my unit, when I saw her pacing outside the I.C.U. She was surrounded by no less than a dozen people. Her faced cracked when she saw me, and juggling an infant into her left arm, she pointed at me and said, "That's him. That's the santero who told me all this was going to happen."
I was surrounded by her and her family -- these were her brothers, her sisters, her cousins and nieces and nephews. An old man was with her as well, her father. And she said, "My mother is dying. Please, is there anything we can do?"
"Is that your daughter's baby?" I asked.
"She has your eyes. She's beautiful. I'll pray for you," I said, "but that's all I can do now."
I walked away, feeling all their eyes on my back. Everything I told Mary had come true, and Eleggua, because of her disrespect, had made sure that I'd seen it with my own eyes.
Maferefun los orishas everyday!