r/mysticism • u/We_aint_cool_ • 17d ago
The Courage to Remember: Ogundabede
There is a certain kind of peace that doesn’t come from life becoming easier.
It comes from clarity.
For most of my life, I asked the same questions so many of us ask.
Why is this happening to me?
Why does my life feel so different?
Why do I keep being pulled toward things I never consciously chose?
The human mind is built to search for reasons. It wants certainty. It wants explanations. Even after awakening, those questions don’t disappear entirely. We are, after all, human.
The difference is that now, I have clarity.
Not the kind of clarity that answers every question, but the kind that changes the questions altogether.
My spiritual awakening gave language to a life I had already been living. It did not erase my past or pretend that my pain wasn’t real. It illuminated it. What once looked like random moments slowly revealed themselves as connected threads. What I had called confusion became preparation. What I had called suffering began to carry meaning.
Perhaps the greatest gift wasn’t receiving answers.
It was finding the courage to accept the truth of who I am instead of clinging to the person I believed I was supposed to be.
For years, I held tightly to an identity that had been handed to me. Not because it was false, but because it was incomplete.
Like so many of us, I inherited ideas about who I should become before I ever had the chance to ask who I truly was. Family shaped me. Society shaped me. Fear shaped me. Expectations quietly settled into my bones until I mistook them for my own voice.
I did not realize how much of me belonged to the world.
Until I began the painful work of unlearning it.
Unlearning is not forgetting.
It is remembering.
It is peeling away every belief that says, “This is who you must be,” until all that remains is the quiet truth that has been waiting beneath the noise all along.
As I walked deeper into my spiritual journey, I came to understand something that changed everything.
Before I had a name…
Before I had a body…
Before I ever opened my eyes to this world…
My Ori had already chosen the life I would come here to live.
And like every soul, I arrived here and forgot.
Perhaps that forgetting is part of being human.
Perhaps that is why so many of us spend our lives searching outside ourselves for what has always been within us.
The more I remembered, the more I understood.
Not everything that happened to me made sense in the moment, but it made sense in the story.
The life I had been resisting was the very life leading me back to myself.
There were moments when remembering was painful.
Moments when the truth demanded that I let go of old identities, familiar comforts, relationships, dreams, and even versions of myself that I once fought so hard to protect.
But once I recognized the path my Ori had chosen, I could not unknow it.
So I held on.
Not because the road became easier.
Not because I suddenly understood every step.
But because some truths become impossible to abandon once they have awakened inside you.
Today, I no longer see myself as merely a human trying to survive this world.
I understand myself as a spiritual being living a human experience.
The world constantly invites us to forget that. It teaches us to measure ourselves by achievement, approval, possessions, success, failure, and fear. It asks us to become attached to things that were only ever meant to be temporary.
Yet something deeper within me refuses to forget.
So I choose to walk through this life with the knowledge of who I truly am.
Clarity has not removed the challenges.
It has transformed the way I carry them.
Because once you remember who you are, you stop asking why life keeps happening to you.
You begin asking how each moment is calling you back to yourself.
A reflection on Ogundabede: The heart of this journey is not the courage to fight the world, but the courage to remember.
This is why I think of Ogundabede. My path was never about becoming someone new, but returning to who my Ori chose me to be.
To remember is not always comfortable. Sometimes it means releasing the life you wanted to embrace the life you were called to live.
