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Election 2020: An astrological perspective of ‘God’s Confusion’
I was not surprised when my media colleague, Kwesi Pratt Jnr, stated that God must be confused, in response to so-called men of God making varying prophesies about who God has destined to win Ghana’s Election 2020. If it can be proven that every presidential aspirant has his own god, then these ‘prophets’ can be forgiven for their weird preferences. But if it is the one omnipotent God we all know who is revealing these conflicting predictions to these people who claim to be His men, something must be wrong somewhere. Is God really confused?
First, God is not, and must not be, mocked. What will the one whose prophesy fails give as an excuse? But why these pastors fall over themselves in the manner they do beats the mind. Methinks it is only a ploy to court social media attention or to make themselves relevant.
In my article on Astrology in National Elections, carried by the Daily Graphic on January 4 this year, I explained how elections and even world affairs are influenced by interplanetary positions in the cosmos. That was how I predicted Elections 2008, 2012 and 2016, with the most difficult being the Triple Conjunction of the 2008 elections because there’s provision for a second round, not third in our elections. But Tain Constituency in the then Brong Ahafo proved the Triple Conjunction theory right.
The Nominal Ruler of this year is Mercury, the Planet that governs Intellect. But Mercury is less favourable in the Chart of the National Democratic Congress (NDC) than the New Patriotic Party (NPP) this year. A smart move by the NPP can get them to retain power, come December 7. That, however, is not automatic because a smart move predicated on the negative could lead to an implosion in their party’s fortunes.
Another Planet, Pluto, has been in transition since December ending of 2008. Its influence on the NDC since then has been negative for the party. Prominent members turning their backs on the group are but a few of this planetary influence.
A retrograde Pluto, Neptune and Uranus bodes problems for the NDC until 2026 when Pluto’s influence would have abated. However, the feminine aspects of the constellation are the likely plus to the fortunes of the NDC with the choice of a woman on the presidential ticket. Let’s not forget also that there are more women on the presidential tickets than have ever been.
In 2016 I predicted that the Universal Energy favoured an Akuffo Addo presidency. That Energy has not dissipated, thus giving him an edge over the other contestants in December. But the Law of Opposites could work against him if he does not open up to the realization that negative forces he has attracted to himself could be at play to force him to look too much inward. In the last elections I also predicted a Tsunami in Parliament. This time if the women candidates give themselves the necessary push and work very hard, there might just be more women in the House than previously. This election will likely see a tremor in Parliament; a wave none has the power over.
As soon as the Electoral Commission (EC) completed balloting for placement on the voter list for the presidential slot, social and main media were in frenzy with all manner interpretation and forecast of who becomes president. For the uninitiated party activist, reading uniformed meaning into the placing creates fun for their campaign machinery. But does Numerology play a part in who wins a contest? The answer is yes, it does; but the placement at a glance alone does not determine anything unless the calculations involve the name and date of birth of the contestants, juxtaposed on the placement on the ballot. Chaldean Numerology has been proved to be the most accurate in these calculations.
People change their names quite often; and this can befuddle the mind sometimes, especially getting the numbers for permutation. Some change their names for numerological reasons or very many other reasons, which must be factored in any calculations; not what we think it should be. So the current name it must be. However, if a contestant changes his/her date of birth, that’s a rather difficult one. For astrological purposes, it is important to know that the exact time and date of birth has an indelible print on the individual, so changing it does not change anything actually. No one can do anything about their ripe destiny.
Some people are quick to condemn these as mere superstition. Well, they cannot be faulted so long as they have not studied some of these Esoteric Sciences. We all come under the influence of these planetary bodies, unless we have overcome the four elements of Air, Fire, Earth and Water. Someone will say, “If you know you know.” But I also want to believe that superstition is in the DNA of humankind.
Esoteric Science is not easy to assimilate. But let me point out that Esoteric Science is predicated on the natural Law of Probability. And a lot of study is involved here.
I am asked the vexed question of what happens when or if a party rigs an election. My simple answer has always been that there is no forgiveness in Nature. The Laws of nature are not left to the whims and caprices of mortals. Rigging the sovereign will of the people is akin to a violation of Natural Law and the consequences can be dire for future generations of the perpetrators. Alternatively, it could plunge the whole society into such upheaval that lives might be at risk. The Natural law of cause and effect is never negotiable.
Paradoxically, every religion knows this, either as the Law of Karma or the Law of Retribution. So, we go back to the question as to whether God is confused. The answer is No.
By Dr. Akofa K. Segbefia
Writer’s email address:
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A haircut I had about a week ago didn’t go down well with many. Someone quite close to my heart saw it, examined it critically and felt dizzy.
“What’s this?” she proceeded to ask me.
“An international hairdo,” I replied.
She was disgusted, in fact disappointed. The problem with the haircut is that the style is neither Punk, Tokyo Joe nor Show Your Back. If anything, it is a combination of all—and I liked it, for a change.
It was when I bounded downtown that someone called me and enquired whether I was no longer a journalist. He said I looked like a well-fed Warrant Officer.
“Class One or Class Two?” I asked.
Another studied my head as if he was studying physical geography and pronounced that I looked like a boxer who can throw dangerous punches. Still, someone was of the opinion that the haircut didn’t quite fit me, but admitted that I looked like a prosperous merchant.
Commendation
I remember some three months ago, I had a haircut that made two girls fall in love with me. In spite of the fact that the barber was not a graduate, the cut was such that they couldn’t help admiring it. One of them actually ‘checked out’ the style and commended the barber.
The other was more bent on the ‘love matter’ but I was too busy to give her any attention. LOVE!
I was reminded of this when I viewed a premier showing of the latest Sikaman film titled THE POWER OF LOVE. The film kept me thinking. Some of us have long forgotten about what it is like to be head-over-heels in love. When we were students, we had such experiences because there was nothing doing anyway.
We were either learning how stylishly to smoke ‘jot’ or how romantically to fall in love. Anyhow, I was intrigued by this latest movie because of the way love unlimited was portrayed on screen. It took my memory back many years to relive those youthful days when we felt we’d really die if jilted by our lovers.
The storyline of THE POWER OF LOVE is really an exciting one. The combination of love, treachery and intrigue made me feast my eyes intently on the screen, unbelieving the extent the force of love can reach.
Ama and Afua are good friends. But when it comes to matters of the heart, they have different tastes; Ama is content with only her boyfriend (a student) and Afua samples the bigwigs around town. Afua, not satisfied with the shots in town, wants Ama’s boyfriend Joe in addition. She lies to Joe that Ama has often been picked by a man on four-wheels, whereupon Joe dismisses Ama and takes on Afua.
Ama doesn’t realise that it is her best friend Afua who is destroying her relationship with Joe until she catches her having sex with him. She collapses and goes out of her mind from the broken heart. But before then, she had been made pregnant by Joe.
Having escaped from a psychiatric hospital, she roams town murmuring Joe’s name. Heavily pregnant now, she espies Joe boarding a mini bus and runs towards him. Joe, seeing her approaching, quickly disembarks and takes off.
Ama pursues him furiously, and he runs to his home where he finds his bosom friend Frank making love to Afua. He immediately realises the treachery of Afua who instigated him to leave Ama.
He intends leaving the home in disgust and meets mad Ama at the door and embraces her despite her madness. Instantly, she regains her sanity.
Love indeed heals the wounds of the mind and it is the greatest positive force in the world. Incidentally, the greatest negative force is hatred.
Greatest force
Now coming to talk about love, I reiterate it is the greatest force imaginable. That is why a man will butcher his rival to death if he catches him climbing his wife without asking permission; and a woman will go mad if jilted.
It is also for this reason that a young boy who is scared stiff of cemeteries and under normal circumstances would not dare go near one, will this time walk boldly through a cemetery at midnight if that is the only way to his lover’s abode.
The Bible describes love for our neighbours as the surest way to heaven: Love thy neighbour as thyself.
Unfortunately, what Ghanaians are more interested and skilful in is loving the opposite sex. Romance under the cover of darkness is what we understand love to be all about. When it comes to loving our fellow human beings, we are found wanting.
People hate others just because they are of another tribe and do not speak the same native language. Too much grudge-bearing that does not augur well for national development.
War in Liberia, carnage in Rwanda are the results of the absence of love for one’s fellow being. If everybody could express a little bit of love for his fellow being irrespective of tribe, race, politics or religion, Sikaman—and indeed, the world—will be a more habitable place.
This article was first published on Saturday, October 29, 1994
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“Sir,” Ms. Odame said when David Asante answered the call, “my name is Victoria Odame. I’m a teacher at Research School in Koforidua. I would like to come and see you concerning a student called Sarah.”
“Okay, madam. I would be very glad to meet you. How can I make your trip easier?”
“I was going to join a bus to Accra.”
“Here’s what we will do. Take a taxi and ask them to bring you to Accra. I will speak to the driver, give him the directions, and pay him when you get here.”
The taxi stopped in front of the house. The gate opened, and the driver moved to the long driveway and stopped.
“What a beautiful house,” he said.
David and Adoma came out to meet them. Adoma paid the driver as David and Sarah stared at each other.
“Please come in and sit down,” Adoma invited. She served them water.
“You are welcome,” Adoma continued. “We have been waiting anxiously since you called this morning. So please, let’s hear you.”
Before she could open her mouth, Sarah rose, moved to David, hugged him, and sat on his lap. They both broke into tears. Adoma and Ms. Odame also broke into tears.
“Sorry, madam,” David said. “This whole episode has been a very difficult one. But let’s do the proper thing. Let’s hear you first, and I will also speak. I’m sure we need to answer some questions immediately.”
“Okay, sir. I have been taking an interest in Sarah because, although she’s brilliant academically, she seemed to be troubled. Following my discussions with her and some whispers I had been hearing, I went to Aboso Senior High School and spoke to your former colleague, Mr. Hanson. He told me that you were an exemplary teacher who was loved by all, and he also told me about the unfortunate events that caused you to leave for Germany. So I returned to Koforidua with the view to finding the appropriate means of helping to solve this problem.”
“Great. Ms. Odame, I have to thank you for finally helping us to solve this problem. Now, let me state the facts. This is what happened.
“Gladys and I met and got married whilst we were both teachers in the school. Some months into our marriage, she told me that she needed to spend some days with her parents, and I agreed.
“It turned out that she was actually spending time in a hotel with her ex-boyfriend, Simon. This happened again after Sarah was born. I got wind of this and told her that I was no longer interested in the marriage.
“I started preparing to travel to Germany. She pleaded for forgiveness, but I stood my ground. Then she told me that she would punish me for rejecting her.
“She came out later to say that Sarah was not my child, but Simon’s. She went and hid her somewhere, obviously expecting that I would fight to take my child. I was actually going to do that, but my parents advised me that it was almost impossible to win such a fight.
“They advised that, difficult as it sounded, I should leave the child with her because she would come back to me eventually. I have absolutely no problem taking care of you, Sarah. I am taking care of quite a number of kids who are not mine. So that is what happened. My hands were tied. I have been trying to find out how you are doing.
“I kept hearing that you were doing well at school. I also heard that Gladys and her husband were having problems, but I kept hoping that my daughter would at least be okay till it was possible for me to go for her.”
“Sarah, now you have met your dad. You will be free to—”
“I’m not going anywhere!” she declared as she held on to him.
“You don’t have to worry about that, Sarah,” Adoma said. “We have been looking forward to the day you come home. This is your home. Now, you have to meet your siblings.” She called Abrefi and Adaawa.
“Girls, we told you that you have a sister who would join us anytime. Now here she is.”
“Sarah?” Abrefi asked.
“Yes,” Adoma replied. The girls hugged her and took her away.
“Now,” David said, “I think it is time to call Madam Gladys.” He dialed the number.
“My name is David Asante. I’m here in my house with my daughter Sarah. I hear you have told her all sorts of crazy stories about me. I could make life very difficult for you, but I won’t.
“You are your own worst enemy. I don’t think you should be expecting her anytime soon. What do you say?”
Gladys stayed silent for over a minute, then cut the line.
“Food is ready,” Adoma announced. “Everybody, please come to the table.”
Sarah chatted excitedly with her siblings as Adoma and David spoke with Ms. Odame. She kept staring at her father.
“Now, Ms. Odame, after you have brought such joy into our home, should we allow you to go back to Koforidua today, or should we wait till we are ready to release you? I could call your husband and ask permission.
“And please don’t tell me you didn’t bring anything for an overnight stay. There are several supermarkets around here. We can fix that problem quickly.”
“I will beg you to release me. Now that I have been so warmly welcomed here, I already feel part of this home. Koforidua is not that far away, so I will visit often.”
“Well, let’s see what the kids have to say. Ladies, shall I release Ms. Odame to go back to Koforidua?”
“No!” they shouted, and all broke into laughter.
“Ms. Odame, I will have mercy on you. But we are going to do something to make it easy for you to visit us. My wife wants to show you something. Please follow her.”
Adoma led her to the driveway as the others followed. They stopped in front of the car.
“This is a Toyota Corolla 1600. It is very reliable and good on petrol consumption. We are giving this to you in appreciation of your help in getting our daughter back to us.
“And here in this envelope is a little contribution to help you with maintenance. And here in this other envelope is a gift to help with your children’s school fees.”
As she stood, stunned, and stared from the car to the envelopes, David put his hand around his family.
“Let’s leave her to take a look at her car. Ms. Odame, one of my drivers will drive you to Koforidua and leave your car with you. We are waiting inside.”
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