Perpetrators

They keep coming to my blogs to be nosy yet some are intrigued (quite a few). About two are subscribers of my blogs (they are affiliated with one another). I know everything that they are up to and that they are trying to do.

“Steal” is one of course. My information, my words, my writing style, and also my distinct modes of expression (for their low-grade boring uninspiring literature and other so-called rip off creations, by mere communication to others out of envy an jealousy (using my style of worded expression), and also to just appear more authentic).

They also want and try to analyze (but believe me their brains are not equip enough to expand that far even though they may believe that they are actually smart-I know better).

However, there is only one Latoya. And I do give warning-keep coming endeavoring to fuck with my shit and i’ll guarantee that you are going to get more shit in return! The universe and karma will take care of that!

Their lives are already miserable as they have no life.

They have no talent, no nothing. Absolutely nothing at all going on for themselves so they try to take and steal from others in order to succeed. And then they want and expect to receive praise and credit for accomplishments that they are nowhere near capable of. They need people to use so that they can make money off of them.

They may be able to fool some (the easy prey, weak-minded, gullible, and easily influenced-whether it is by lack of intuition, lack of experience, or just sheer stupidity) however, everyone is not so oblivious.

I have never been a fool and always able to see beyond. I never reveal everything and in incidents with perpetrators I give them enough rope to hang their selves with their lies, innuendoes (their implications and paranoias dredged up from their own identifications within their own guilt) and games.

Statistics are just small examples, I hold way more proof in more detailed ways than one. So I just sit back and watch them masquerade and indulge in their illusion and delusions while all along knowing their predicaments and outcomes which they can never really and actually see for themselves until sometimes when it is too late.

http://ladylatoya.wordpress.com/2013/06/16/incognito/

http://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2013/05/28/significance-of-the-caula-caulbearer-that-cant-be-defeated/

So Nice, I Just Had To Share/An Accurate Message

In metaphysical terms, Latoya, it sounds like you joined with your Higher Self. Power to you! From here on out stay the course and retain your inner purity. Dare to be different from those around you, permit yoursself to feel aloof of all wickedness around you, and befriend those who understand you, and love you for who you are.

Submitted by sentanaries on Wed, 06/12/2013 – 10:27.

Such a positive and well comprehended statement. Thank you. Love the encouragement. And of course, I will!

Submitted by LaToya on Wed, 06/12/2013 – 21:09.

This was a comment left to me regarding my personal post “Peace, Power, Purity, And Protection” that I had responded to.

It was so beautifully and accurately interpreted. I was always connected to my higher self, however, as I get older the association continues to grow even deeper. Allowing me to step into further heights of dimension at the levels that I am suppose to take at specific periods according to my nature and/or to the relevance of whatever circumstance that inspires to occur in particular.

When one is on a higher spiritual plane they are and do become intensely/extremely more and more unaffected by any negativity or nonsense that they are surrounded by (that is my experience, how I have always been).

I advise all and anyone who is able to relate to my commenter’s words to take them all as a vital source of genuine inspiration.

Peace, Power, Purity, And Protection

A while back as I was taking a nice hot shower a vision had appeared to me.

The vision regarded my present state then and now.

Three healthy white doves were rapidly flapping their wings straight above my head.

It was such a beautiful sight.

My peace and protection was gorgeously attached to me as I was graciously blessed by thee.

No one gave it to me and no one can take it away from me. The love, power, and guidance of my Orishas. The love, power, and guidance from my ancestors.

The purity of the mind, the purity that is within the spirit may it never be violated nor tarnished through any infiltration.  I will never yield to coerce. It is emphatically impossible.

The love and loyalty between all of us is far too strong for any mode of defilement to ever intervene.

When one is truly good in character or spirit (although none of us are perfect) they receive goodness in return. With blessings come responsibility. An obligation to one’s self to live in accordance to the most befitting and glorifying ways unto their own distinct nature and existence.

Acting out of character (whatever that may be/and however that may be defined) serves as a reproach to the very state of well-being.

Our experiences and realities verify who we are and where we stand. There are many sources of power and there are many sources of protection. Peace and purity starts from within and then exudes from without.

One has to find there own specific destination and road.

There is a distinct beauty that is within peace. Everyone does not have peace. Everyone cannot find peace. There is a distinct beauty that is within being pure. Everybody does not have purity. Everybody cannot maintain a purity.

There is a distinct energy that is within power. Everyone does not have power. Everyone is not able to generate power. There is a distinct energy that is within protection. Everybody does not have protection. Everybody is not able to handle a protection.

Solitude

Time is precious. Before we know it our valuable moments quickly pass us by.

I cannot express enough how important it is to cherish the significant periods within our lifetime.

We will never get them back.

There are lots of wonderful memories to reminisce and to look back on. Times of love, times of bonding, times of epiphanies, times of change.

Yet there is the here and now.

As we grow older we look back to make examinations about the past and the present. Whether some of the experiences that we may have had were of a negative or of a positive nature-for those who are mature we’ve learned, we’ve grown, and we’ve maintained from them.

Now using our knowledge, strength, and confidence we are to partially serve to influence our futures.

Life is way too short to spend time being unhappy and wasting time on things that are not productive. Or wasting time being in predicaments and/or doing things that one does not really want to do.

Some people unfortunately have no other choice but there are alternatives that many can make even if it is just about making small minor adjustments that may lead to further opportunities toward chance.

I am at a place where I entertain contentment.

I have sacrificed by leaving certain situations to faith and I have reaped propitious reward. I have the time that I need all to myself.

Much time to be alone. Much time to not be bothered with the things that I cannot and will not tolerate.

I have solitude.

In my secluded areas there is absolutely no room for frivolity or negativity. I have time to think. Time to be.  Time for me. Time to enjoy the uninterrupted positively charged energies.

It is very unhealthy spiritually for me to be around specific types of people.

Just like our minds and bodies need care we also need to nurture our spirits. A sufficient amount of reclusiveness is the remedy for a many of conflicting spiritual ailments and disturbances.

A solitary being, isolated from the things in which is considered foreign to me. In my secluded areas, I live. I laugh. I write. I read. I enjoy music. I enjoy film. I have fun.

Even when I go out to trot about amongst the world I take into the pleasures that arise from the peace that only comes from within.

Everyone has their own method of rejuvenation and sustainment.

And even though we all are on this earth for a very short and temporary time-span before we make our particular transitions to the other sides of the realm there are still those stages that need to be determined, planned, and accomplished right between here.

My Inclusion Of Seclusion:

Just because I am alone does not make me lonely. Just because I have a sharp tongue does not make me angry.

When I speak the truth do not tell me that I am mean. When I speak my knowledge do not tell me that I am too judgmental.

Give me my place, a remote area where I can breathe. Give me my home, an area where I can bare all of my nakedness in.

Give me my own due solitude because everyone surely does not need or desire the company of others all of the time.-Miss LaToya

Silence Is Golden

Remaining silent in certain instances does not mean that one is uninformed about a particular circumstance or situation.

One does not have to make known everything that they are aware of or everything that they do.

Sometimes it is wiser to stay quiet.

It is not always good to let others on to how much of what it is that you may know. Let them think what they want.

Let them be surprised, let them be shocked, let them be confused, let them be abashed, but never let them get into you!

Be natural, stay real, play it cool, yet don’t be anybody’s fool.

Less is more when it comes down to specific areas.

I know the true meaning of a “thing” (whatever that may be) that is too gorgeous to share with the rest of the world or with just anybody.

Certain things are just for ourselves. Our own private times. Our own personal growth. Our own personal space.

Some subjects are not worth mentioning or are not even worth talking about.

There are people out there in the world who mistake quietness for darkness. A person who keeps a hush does not necessarily mean that they are kept in the dark.

The quiet people are usually the ones to observe and to attentively take everything in.

There are those who tend to speak more than they listen. And there are those who speak so much that they do not really know what they are talking about.

There is often a mystery in silence. Yet in being silent there is sometimes so much more that can actually be said than of what would have otherwise been discovered.

It can go either way depending on the circumstance or the situation.

As open as I may seem I have never revealed the many interesting, serious, and beautiful experiences of my existence. I go only as far as spirit will let and allow me to. And that is a very logical and reasonable mode of honor and respect that is granted unto me.

I can give of myself without giving all of my self away. There are parts of me that I get to save, recognize, and to keep without violating any of what may be sacred.

Some acknowledgements are for the here and now. Some are for the future to come in do time. Some acknowledgements get delayed. Some are just there to be left unsaid.

What better is there though to acknowledge what is hidden down into the depths of a silence that speaks with much wisdom?

The more quieter that one is and becomes the more that they are able to hear and to interpret the silent voices and expressions of truth.

Shining Bright And Knowing It!/Write Me Up!

Many things that are kept quiet need to be spoken about. Many things that are spoken about need to be kept quiet.

Usually things that are of a garbage and nonsense nature are more the widespread than mostly anything else. Whereas the things that are special, unique, penetrating, and controversial do not get nearly the attention that deserves or needs to be heard and deliberated upon.

That just goes to show what type of levels the majority of the people in the world are feeding on and off of.

I always preferred the minority to the majority when it came to regard certain matters.

If I was wholeheartedly accepted by everyone then I would surely know to worry. Something would seriously be wrong. I do not want to fit into every category and with everyone. I want to fit into me.

A woman once said to me “as writers we open ourselves up”. To me, I am not opened or closed. I swing back an forth as I am neutral.

I know that she meant that statement in more ways than one. However, everybody is not going to like, agree, or approve of everything that we say or do. This is a huge world.

I honestly and logically do not expect everyone to like or to agree with everything that I write about. If I don’t like a particular creation or form of literature of some one else I won’t just knock it solely for that purpose.

It does not necessarily mean that the item is of bad or poor quality it just may not be of my interest. I may not relate to it, or so on.

In my opinion it is nothing to take to heart. That is just my perspective.

Nevertheless, there are undoubtedly incidents where many do produce work of substandard or mediocre quality.

One should never fear to express their words, their literature, or their feelings no matter what the consequence. Whether it be in profession or within personal life one should also never fear to be in the midst of criticism.

One person’s trash is another person’s treasure. What is something to one is nothing to another.

What some can see others cannot. When one is exceptional no one can tell them any different.

It is better to stand out than to stand in with what is common.

Hey Baby! I Love You!

Last summer I stepped into a pet shop that is located not too far away from where I live.

From time to time I may enter into the store to observe all of the new puppies that are up for purchase and up for sale.

It is no secret that I am very fond of the German Shepherd breed.

On this particular visit that I had made upon last year was a very attractive white shepherd pup who inhabited one of the first cages that came into view.

The puppy was kind of big probably about six or seven months.

I went up to knock on the glass cage to get this beautiful puppy’s attention and did I catch an eye-full!

Although the young canine had been wrapped up in her own amusement at the back of the cage while taking sharp gnaws against the glass with the tips of the teeth I had been enough of an arousal to cause a distraction.

The puppy rushed to the front of the cage, now to come bite at the opposite side of the glass yet all alert puppy eyes were all on me!

I adoringly waved at the young canine. And the pup waved right back at me!

I turned to my mother and asked “Did you see that?”

“Yeah”, my mother had said nodding her head.

I then waved my hand two more times at the puppy and she waved right on back twice again by raising her left paw to rub up against the glass of the cage.

The shepherd breed never ceases to amaze me with their sharp wit and keen intellect.

This particular puppy had cost nine hundred dollars which was affordable for us at the time. The only reason I did not buy the puppy is because my landlord does not accept pets to reside at the apartment building where I currently live.

Sometimes it just seemed like pure torture.

I would think about the encounter between me and the pup and how much I would have enjoyed loving and raising the animal.

In due time that moment will come when I can afford a house or an apartment that allows these particular pets.