In the holy verse of Ìròsùn Méjì, Olódùmarè reminds us that the spirit remembers what the mind forgets . When a child is born, the child comes with closed lips for within those lips lies the secret of the world the soul just left. Ìròsùn Méjì says that even when we walk the earth and forget who we are, our spirit carries the memory of heaven, waiting for something sacred a sound, a chant, a praise to awaken it again. That is why, when you hear Yoruba ewi praising Olódùmarè, your body trembles. It is not mere emotion; it is ancestral remembrance. The spirit of your fathers and mothers recognizes the vibration. It says, “Ah, I know this sound. This is home.” Ìròsùn Méjì teaches that destiny speaks in silence and sound alike. Sometimes, what we call “goosebumps” is not emotion it is the spirit bowing before its Source. The Odù warns us never to despise our roots or the languages of our origin. For those languages are the original cables that connect spirit to Creator. When the world turne...
This blog began in the language of Christianity but now reflects my journey home from Christ-inspired faith to ancestral remembrance. Honoring Olódùmarè and the wisdom of the Elders, it shares reflections, meditations, and insights that bridge inherited faith and ancestral knowing. A space for those seeking growth, truth, and spiritual alignment beyond tradition. Aṣẹ.