THE BABALAWO

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    THE BABALAWO

    Quietly sitting in front of a small fire
    A lone medicine man begins a ceremonial ritual.
    He rubs sacred ash over his face
    painting his face into a supernatural mask
    that he will use to bring himself into the spirit world
    in the most ancient way.

    He reaches into a lion skin pouch decorated with cowrie shells
    bringing out a hand full of herbs and roots.
    Which he offers to the first source and center
    and from his heart/mind/soul
    he turns his eyes upwards and speaks to the heavens.

    Using a language taught to him
    A language carried through the elements of time and matter
    by the many spirits joining him by the fire
    who are his ancestors.

    He holds the herbs and roots in the center of his palm
    looking modestly into the flames of the burning fire
    Iba se Ori ewe
    (I pray homage to the spirit of the leaves and roots)
    he says before slowly blowing them into the blazing fire
    using the old language of his people
    words that the Orishas knows
    Iba se Egun
    (I pay homage to the spirits of my ancestors)

    A-way mo dew-pa-we as-shay
    with words pouring from his heart
    he ask the spirit of the radiating fire to be a portal
    for his eyes to see into for guidance
    in finding a cure for healing his people
    so that they will live a healthy and full life
    and that their hearts/souls/minds will be filled
    with the knowledge/wisdom/understanding of worship and truth.
    He has spoken words to the spirit of the bright fire
    words that the spirit of the burning inferno knows
    for such words are of a language
    that has been used since the Empire of King Tutankhamen
    in such sacred rituals.

    Words that the indigenous world recognizes
    words of life that comes from no book
    words that allow shamans to invoke those unseen by the average man
    this the lone medicine man knows with certainty
    such are the ways of his forefathers and foremothers
    and as the smoke transcends upwards
    carrying the medicine and words
    beyond the realms of the earth into the hands
    of those who are looking down into the planet
    waiting to become more active in life.

    He is giving a nod of approval
    by the many spirits joining him by the fire
    who are his ancestors.



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