Friday, October 7, 2016

Oya Punishes the Wicked Killers of Women and Children

Oriki Oya – Praising the Spirit of the Wind
Ajalaiye, Ajalorun, fun mi ni ire, The Winds of Earth and Heaven bring me good fortune,
Iba Yansan, Praise to the Mother of Nine,
Ajalaiye, Ajalorun, fun mi ni alaafia, The Winds of Earth and Heaven bring me well-being,
Iba Oya, Praise to the Spirit of the Wind,
Ajalaiye, Ajalorun, winiwini, The Winds of Earth and Heaven are wondrous,
Mbe mbe ma Yansan, May there always be a Mother of Nine, Ase. So be it.

OYA is the Ruler of the Wind and Ruler of Tornadoes and She claims lightning as one of Her powers as well.  O-ya means “she tore” in Yoruba.  An elemental Goddess – Air, Fire Water – She incorporates all of them into Her.  She is the personification of the Niger River and has the power to shapeshift into a water buffalo (and in some stories, other animals in the wilderness). As a Female Warrior, She fights ferociously and is fearless in Her protection of Her children and mates.  Hunters and Chieftains seek OYA’s good graces for abundant hunting and in selecting strong leaders.  OYA is also the Owner of the Marketplace.  
As Queen of the Dead, She safeguards the spirits of those who have passed and keeps the Ancestral connections, reminding future generations from where they came.  She is the only Orisha that has a foot in Life and a foot in Death. OYA governs the gates of cemeteries and it is there that She receives offerings from Her children who those seeking Her assistance.
In all that She does, She is independent, unpredictable, fierce and beautiful.

To Her, I turn for transformation, purification, blowing out energy that no longer serves me. She gives voice and movement to the wild bits of my soul and when I dance and whirl with OYA, I am  out of my head and intellect, fully inhabiting the elemental power of SHE.  As a storm begins to gather, I feel Her energies … toiling, spinning, bubbling.  I taste Her promise of rain and see Her in the streaking release of each lightning flash.  She is the voice of Independent Women as well – the courage to speak our minds and the authenticity that allows us to live beholden to no man.  And when She chooses, as Shakti empowers and enlivens Shiva, so does OYA empower Her husband, Sango.  

Where we don't hear the cries of young girls, young boys, and women raped and abused by Westerners and their lapdogs, Oya hears their cries! O' Wicked generation of Africans. O' you, who have become like unto the enemy, worst than the enemy! O' you, traitors to the light of African civilization. May you perish in Oya's storms. The storms may have been the only rest, and relief, poor souls tormented, daily by their oppressors. Weep not for living or dead, for we all live forever. Ase. 


Buck Breaking- Hidden, Untold, History

Black men were Bed Wenches too, Tariq Nasheed. 

In fact, many Blackmen today are the worst bed wenches, wearing dresses, going down on Jews for parts in movies, song and video rotations, getting sodomized for money and fame. Wake up! 

Homosexuality & Slavery The History of Black Homosexuality in America

Lebron James Illuminati Sell-Out Black Man in Dress Ritual Abomination EXPOSED!

Its an European young man exposing this sick Negro. I applaud all those who hold up the light. 

Again the out of control Boule/Masonic brainwashed Blackmale. What he won't do for money, power and fame? What he won't do? 

This loud mouth bully hypocrite Charlie Barkley in a dress too! 

Wesley Snipes 

And everyone thought he was Nino Brown, a real tough guy. Movie fluff. 

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