The Journey of the Ogboni Initiate
Having crossed the threshold, would I be gifted with my own edan ogboni, brass and iron shaped as a man and a woman, children of Earth, constructed through a rigorous technical process suffused by exacting ritual, ensouled by an intelligence that may come and go from the edan, bound to me for the span of my life, a personal guide, knowledge gathering agent and confidante? Why have I joined this group of esoteric masters? Why have I become one with they peering into otherwise impenetrable depths of existence, zones of palpitating darkness, where unseen things come and go between dimensions? I am here because I am hungry. I am hungry for that beyond what eyes can ordinarily see, ears ordinarily hear, the hand ordinarily touch. I am here in search of awo , the forces shaping existence, of which less can be said than is known, of which silence is often the most eloquent testimony, of which words about it are broken pots pointing to a harmony inexpressible