The term Eledumare is a collective one. Now like it has been earlier expantiated, of which I am merely trying to shed more light into, let's go into details.
It is strangex very strange to perceive that the Supreme Creator would be made of split personalities. There is an argument by those who have found the trinity of the Creator to be a thing.
Note, these ones don't actually accept it. They just try to find a way to justify their own rationalizing that Eledumare is not an abstract term. They argue that Eledumare is one person and whatever other beings that make the Trinity are only but personifications of Eledumare.
Much like how Ori is. And as you know, an Ori is a personification of a Soul, desire or destiny. It is the deepest and most lucid interpretation of the soul with a consciousness attached to it that can be responsive when called and what not.
However, like this documentary has been, it is to challenge your mindset about
Well, I'm sorry Shin. In Yoruba Land, a Female is forbidden to see a Masquerade. By looking at one, the punishments may be blindness and even to brutal flogging and worst case scenario, death. It's simply forbidden in Yoruba culture for a woman to look at a Masquerade. Hehe, Hana does not know this. But is Ignorance really an excuse? Gweheheheh
Hana's navy blue Kimono swayed in the wind behind her as she darted forward. She was curious, this was not the regular town that she knew. As a matter of fact, being in the town, she had felt the most emotions so far. She had not been herself and each time that she had been around Shin or even close to where the others were, she felt a bit of herself slip away. It was exhausting. This was not how she was to be. Being a Platoon Sergeant, she was used to being the unshakable and immovable person who commanded respect based on merit and the abilities that she was potentially capable of. That was who she was, not this shaky person. Not this person who at the moment notice was being more of a weakling than she would have loved to be. She was not like that and never would she be like that. To allow even Shin to know this side of her was irritating to her. Her mind chided her mercilessly and brutally. How could she?
To Hana, she was much like a bug that the masquerades could squash if they so wanted to. She was a Hadjan after all and Hadjans were not naturally highly heighted as other Spirit Beings. The other Masquerades were not as tall as the former but yet nonetheless misshapen. One that caught her eyes was basically just a shape of tall raffia grass bound together by ropes at the middle and the ches or what was to be the chest of it. Then again, it had a wide brimmed hat or at least only the brim of it at the cone-like head. With two twine like hand extending from the sides. Although if one looked carefully and attentively, then such a person would notice how the robes on the figure fluctuated to reveal the shaping of chains rather than just ropes of binding. Another one had the face of what would be an ape. Although each and every curvature in the face was made of wood. The eyebrows the face had were made of two straight blocks of chipped wood, g
In reality of things, splitting the concept of Eledumare into three may not be palatable. It is already with a splitting headache as I write to qualify each of them individually. Perhaps the pessimists may be right; it is not okay to view them as individualities but rather as collectives. Still, does that mean that the truth be barred from the common man? I doubt so. Which is why I must fully strive to present a proper understanding of this. I would hate to leave you without fully satiating the fire which I have started within you. Now, there would be risks to this. But for some reason I have not received a single word of caution from the Orishas so then this must be within the limits of what is generally acceptable Another plus to the being of Eledumare being that is considerate to our search for knowledge. And would not hinder neither hamper us from trying to understand some more things about the universe and even about him. <
WHIPPPLLLLASSS! "AAAAAHHHHHH!" Hana yelled out, arching out instantly as the whip lashed at her exposed back. And like before the dancing Masquerade pulled it off, this time the blades tearing not only her flesh but also ripping the kimono to bits. Haaarhhh! Haaarhhh!!! Haaaarrgghhh!!! Heavy breaths, Hana sagged at her lungs, trying to stomach the pain as she watched the Hatter Masquerade now. The whip it used on her was simply an extension of it's twine-like hands, each of them turning into whips through which it used to lash at her. And on top of it, with the way it danced about, bringing it's face down to leer at her, it was enjoying it. Just as much as the crowd was enjoying it as well. Her rage knew no bounds. Embittered, she stared daggers at the people of the crowd, swearing revenge in her heart. For now, she strained, trying to get up, she had to focus on the Masquerade dealing
"So say my name… say my name." The voice sounded more louder now but still as a whisper that was spoken to her ears directly. "So, say my name. I'll be there, when, when, you call me." It repeated. What name, Hana wondered amidst the throbs of pains. Every part of her was scalding, her flesh exposed and reddening. And yet the flogging did not stop. Initially, she had gone numb to the pain that raced through her pain, setting all of her nerves on fire. Accepting her fate as there was literally nothing for her to do. The pain was deafening, the agony through her whole body was blinding. It didn't allow for her to think much, neither did it allow for her to access her Agbara reserves. Yet, more pain racked through her the more the whips descended. Seeing Shin had made the tables turn a bit. She was a bit relieved to see how much he was standing up to take the hit for her. But then the relief she got was only momentary. For just as he had
Perhaps you have heard of the Orisha and how they came to be. It's okay to then think that, hello, we are done right, are we not? What else is there to learn about the Orisha? Oh hasty reader, be not impatient. For while the Orishas may be explained, we have yet the deities to talk about. What are deities you may ask. After all, the only beings that fit the description of deities are those whom we all know as Orisha. So then what else or who else can be tagged as deities? Let us consider the truest definition of deities before we can thus continue. One definition has it to be the nature or rank of a Divine Being. Another definition, the one on which this writing will be anchored on has it to be defined thus; A deity is one who is revered or exalted to be good or supreme. Now, you see the connection between the two. Can the Orishas be deities? Yes, considering that they get to be revered. Then
Masquerades will not be deities if there is not one thing about that stands out from other beings. Of course, you could argue about the fact that they have the worship and adoration ff others a s a thing that differs that from other beings. And as a bonsu, this even puts the a little lower than the Orisha themselves. So yes, that is something with arguable But however, can that only be the true thing baout that makes them stand out? Surely not! However for the naysayers, permit me to fully explicate every aspect of this. What does make the Orisha to be Orisha? Yes, Understandably, the Orisha have the Aspectual Guardianship vested upon them. They have the responsibility of watching over their Laws and making sure it does not run rampant in the universe. This is becuase when one law is let to run rampant through the universe, the. The very fabric of reality is threatened. A law can influence people if let to run r
This is why if you ever have to get into a battle with a Masquerade. Or have a situation where a Masquerade is set loose, you would find yourself in a pretty dicey situations. Most times, it takes entire armies to put down Masquerades. Thus, making Masquerades is a very risky venture. The risks are far too great which is why those of the upper Heavens often have the strict law against hero admiration. A Masquerade is a phantom like existence which is still tethered to our reality. It is neither gone or here, resulting in depravity in the state of limbo. Sometimes, this may just be a natural occurrence. While other times it may be as a result of the fact that such a person has a sizable number of people who Reverence and adore them. This results in granting the Phantoms a reasonable anchor of power to gain most of their sentence back. However being in such a state of not belonging anywhere is enough to turn whatever sanity they possess inverted. Th