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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