Thursday

 

Daily Reflection — Yoruba Yogi

This morning, the fire within me rose before the sun. Long before my eyes opened, my body had already begun its own ritual — twisting, stretching, breathing, awakening itself. It felt as if my spirit stepped onto the mat before my mind even returned to the world. By the time I opened my eyes at 4:30, the practice was already flowing inside me. This is the quiet intelligence of Ori — the wisdom that moves even in sleep.

I began my yoga at 4:44, a number of foundation and alignment. My breath carried me into movements that felt older than my bones, older than my lifetime. Every inhale reached deep into places where old emotions hid, and every exhale released memories that no longer belonged in my body. The pain was not suffering. The pain was intelligence — emotion leaving the body.

As I moved through my push-ups, I noticed the numbers speaking.

I wrote 37 once, without thinking, then wrote 37 again in the exact same spot, the next round. Two 37s. Three 44s. A single 6 resting beside them like a quiet witness.

Nothing about those numbers was random.

In Ifá:

4 is stability — the four corners of the earth, the grounding of destiny.

Repeated, it becomes alignment: Stay on your path.

6 is harmony — the reunion of physical and spiritual within one body.

37 is transformation — fire and wisdom working together to reshape a life.

These numbers were messages from within.

As I breathed, my awareness sharpened. Thoughts rose like clouds and drifted away. I watched myself from a distance — not the body, not the thought, just pure consciousness. That is the true yoga: when breath becomes the teacher and the mind obeys.

Later, I laughed — not out of confusion, but freedom. My situation, my environment, the uncertainty of where I sleep, even the ritual of picking up a blanket at night — all of it felt light. None of it has permission to disturb my peace anymore. My inner fire is too steady.

Then another truth revealed itself:

much of what we call “pain” in the body is actually emotion — old memory stored in the hips, the legs, the spine. My crooked posture is not injury; it is release. My body is unwinding years of emotion, bending itself into healing.

As memories surfaced today, I did not feel regret — I felt possibility. I remembered moments of ambition, the sparks of potential I once saw in myself. Not jealousy. Not grief. Just recognition: I have always had the gift. It was only buried under emotions heavier than any weight in a gym.

But now that I am releasing, the spark is turning into a flame.

I also reflected on the years built on pure discipline — waking at 1 AM, meditating, running, practicing yoga, reading, writing. Morning to night. Every day. Those years shaped my entire spirit. They made me unbreakable. Not because life was easy, but because I trained my mind harder than any circumstance could break it.

I realized, too, how many people fear greatness because of old cultural programming — the belief that wealth is evil, that success is spiritual danger. I used to carry that programming. But I broke it.

Now I speak wealth.

I feel wealth.

I breathe wealth.

Because abundance responds to permission.

Finally, another truth arrived: the body trusts actions, not words. This is why people remain stuck — because their spirit can feel when something is misaligned. But I am aligned. I live what I speak. And my clarity grows stronger every day.

Today revealed one message:

I am releasing the past.

I am integrating the present.

I am rising into the man I have always been destined to be.

And I walk with this fire — ancient, steady, unshakable — into the rest of my day.

Yoruba Yogi

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Wealth

 

Daily Reflection — Yoruba Yogi

Today my mind moved through many layers of emotion, and for the first time, I understood that what I call “pain” in my body is often just emotion — old energy locked inside my hips, my legs, my memory. As I walk and run in this crooked posture, I can feel the yoga intensifying. I can feel my body teaching me that I am not injured… I am releasing.

And in that release, memories rise.

I thought about my past moments of ambition, the times I stood close to greatness and felt something awaken inside me. Not jealousy… not regret… but a spark. A reminder that I, too, have a gift. I, too, have a path. I didn’t use mine before because I was carrying emotions heavier than any weight in the gym. But now, when these memories come, I don’t feel pain — I feel possibility.

Then I reflected on the years when I lived on discipline alone. Waking up at 1 AM, practicing yoga, meditating, running, caring, driving, training, repeating. Morning to night. For years. And I realized… that structure shaped my spirit. It made me unbreakable. Even now, those memories give me strength, not sorrow.

I also felt a deep appreciation for power, leadership, and the people who create opportunities for others — not from fame, but from vision. When I see someone using their resources to lift families, change lives, give people a chance… it inspires me. It makes me want to align with that same energy. It makes me believe my path will cross with the right people at the right time.

And then another truth revealed itself:

I come from a culture that once taught me that dreaming big was wrong. Wealth meant evil. Success meant spiritual danger. So we grew up fighting ourselves internally, programmed to stay small.

But I broke that programming.

I now speak wealth.

I feel wealth.

I breathe wealth.

And the most shocking part is realizing how simple the shift was — just permission. Permission to believe I am allowed to be abundant.

Lastly, I confronted another contradiction: how someone can speak about healing while still holding onto the very habits that keep them trapped. It made me realize something important — the body trusts actions, not words. That is why people relapse. Because the spirit can feel when something is not truly aligned.

But I am aligned.

I am honest with myself.

I live what I speak.

And every day, my mind becomes clearer.

All of these thoughts showed me one thing today:

I am releasing the past.

I am integrating the present.

I am rising into who I truly am.

Yoruba Yogi.

Ori

 

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Daily Reflection — Yoruba Yogi

This morning, the fire within me rose before the sun. Even while I was still asleep, my body began its own ritual — twisting, stretching, awakening itself. It felt as if my spirit had already stepped onto the mat long before my eyes opened. By the time I finally woke at 4:30, I realized the practice had already begun inside me. This is the intelligence of the body, the wisdom of Ori guiding me even in my dreams.

I began my yoga at 4:44 — a sacred number of foundation and alignment. My breath carried me into movements that felt older than my bones, older than this lifetime. As the tension released, I felt pain, but it was the pain of wisdom leaving the body, the pain of fire cleaning what no longer belongs.

My push-ups flowed like a chant. When I wrote down the number 37, I didn’t know that I would write the exact same number again, in the exact same place, during the next round. Two 37s. Three 44s. Six beside them like a quiet witness. These numbers were not accidents; they were messages.

In Ifá, 4 is the Earth, the four corners of destiny, the grounding of Ori.

Repeated, it becomes the voice of alignment: “Stay on your path.”

The number 6 is balance, the reunion of the physical and spiritual within one body.

37 is transformation guided by inner vision — the fire of Ogun with the wisdom of Orúnmìlà.

These numbers were speaking to me.

As I moved, I felt the breath guiding my mind into silence.

Thoughts rose, drifted, and dissolved.

My awareness sharpened like a blade forged in fire.

I saw clearly how the ancient intelligence of Ifá and the intelligence of the body are the same language. Before machines, before comfort, before walls and heaters, humans only had breath, movement, earth, and fire to understand their minds. That wisdom still lives inside me. It wakes me, moves me, stretches me, heals me — even before I open my eyes.

I laughed today — a deep, honest laughter.

Not from confusion, not from fear, but from freedom.

Nothing in my environment has power over my inner fire anymore.

My breath is my protector.

My Ori is my guide.

My body is my teacher.

And my spirit is becoming whole.

Today I walk with the clarity that every number, every breath, every stretch, every pain, every release is a message from within — a message from the fire that has been burning inside me since before birth.

And I carry that fire with me into the day.

Yoruba Yogi

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Thursday

 

🌕 Daily Reflection — Yoruba Yogi

This morning began long before the sun came up. My body woke itself, moving before my mind could think. I found myself on the mat, stretching, breathing, and releasing. Every inhale went deep into the places where tension hides, and every exhale carried something old out of my body. The pain was not suffering — it was release. It was intelligence.

As I moved, thoughts rose and drifted like clouds. I let them float for a moment, then shifted my breath, choosing where my mind would go. I watched myself from a distance — not the body, not the thought, just awareness. This is the true yoga: the mind becoming quiet under the guidance of breath.

Later, I laughed at my life — truly laughed. Not from frustration, but from a place of freedom. The simplicity of where I sleep, the rituals of picking up a blanket each night, the uncertainty of my circumstances — all of it felt light. Nothing in my environment can disturb the peace inside me anymore. I see the humor, the beauty, the miracle in the small things.

As I moved through the day, I observed something deeper: the intelligence of the body is older than the world we live in now. Before comfort, before machines, before all this noise, breath and movement were the only tools humans had to understand the mind. And somewhere inside me, that ancient intelligence is still alive. I can feel it. I can hear it.

The more I watch the world, the more I realize how many fears humans carry — fear of the unknown, fear of change, fear of discomfort. Yet the mind becomes clear only when you step into discomfort, breathe through it, release it. That is where true freedom lives.

Today, my only desire was silence. Breath. Awareness. My mind feels like a river that finally found its way back to the ocean. Whatever happens next in my day, I carry that clarity with me.

Yoruba Yogi

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