No two spiritual paths are alike, however some are joined by common themes, experiences and devotions. In such light, I want to share with you how I came to be a priestess of Yemayá. Mine is but one story out of tens of thousands, and I hope, it is but the first to be shared in The Mystic Cup.
Since I can remember, I have known I belong to her. The first memory of my interaction with Yemayá comes to me as if in dreams. I remember the cadence of drums, the lulliby of songs raising energies into the night skies, the salty scent of the ocean and its constant crashing agaisnt the shore. A friendly woman placing a piece of coconut candy in my mouth, said “Eat this for Yemayá loves it and surely she will bless you as well for partaking of her favorite treats”, I remember hearing this and I remember her face, dark and adorned with a broad smile.
I was nearly 7 when one day, my mother took me along with her to visit Maria Remedios, a very famous Puertorrican santero and an initiate of Oshun, he said to my mother that I was a daugther of Yemayá. It was the first time her name resounded in my body as if I was a drum expertly played.
I was warned never to swim in the depths of the ocean, to always stay in the shallow part, and take if I must sand baths rather than plunging myself in her waters. Wise words which I not always respected. At the age of 18, I was pulled from the ocean by my long brown hair. An undertoe had pulled me down in waters no deeper than 2 feet. I have since taken great care to heed the warning about how close I get to the sea.
It was nearly a decade later than I finally knocked at the door of an Igbodu to ask for initiation. Many things happened to lead me there, but, I will let my story unfold parallel to those other stories of sons and daughters of Yemayá whom I trust will be proud enough of their status as initiates to share parts of their story. Post your story or send it on E-mail for posting and translation.
More to come….
Oní Yemayá Ashagbá