The Ones Who Don’t Count, Those Who Just Take Up Space/Life Is Deep

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I am and have always been attracted to beauty and the spiritual side of nature. And in my opinion the graphic here is a nice sight with an interesting quote. “Life is ten percent what happens to you and ninety percent how you respond to it”.

There are a lot of sayings/quotes that relate to many of our lives and many that don’t depending on one’s outlook and views upon certain things.

I came across another interesting quote: “sometimes it’s better to be clueless about what’s happening around you, than to know every bit of information that would silently kill you”.

That is just the complete opposite for me. I have always known the majority of all the things that were going on around me for my whole entire life here on earth due to the gifts of being born with a caul.

Whether the information that I received was good or bad it never had the power to destroy me. If anything, I was enhanced. And the negative information would continue to save my life because it absolutely had nothing to do with me (something that the average person will never understand).

I told a psychic that I use to speak with years ago how I picked up on a spell that she put on me to get a job that I occupied. In her response she laughed, admitting to me that she did then uttering, “You don’t need to know everything”. And she also conveyed how she was shocked about other things that I knew.

This psychic wasn’t too accurate in her readings so I knew that she didn’t know what she was talking about when it came down to knowing particular facts. She did admit to me how powerful I was and that she wasn’t aware of the type of gift that I do possess. “Latoya, I don’t know what you got”.

“I don’t need to know every thing?” I’m a clairvoyant. I was born to know. I wouldn’t have the abilities that I have if I was not suppose to. And what I do not know is none of my concern as I don’t care to know.

I came across a chosen few other “readers” who were dead-on accurate just like me and who were secure enough to be upfront with what was obvious to them.

You see, we were of the like-on the level. There was nothing to be threatened about, just one being delighted for the other and lending a helping hand in confirming insights. We are not the jealous envious type of people.

There are people in the world who are nothing. They weren’t born to be anything. All they do is cause trouble to themselves and to others. And these people in particular have seemed to follow me everywhere all through out my life.

The more I’d try to get away from them the further they’d near to me. And I found that to be so repulsing.

I have family members that fit into this category and it is deep to have to share a life in a world with undesirables.

My father was garbage. I thank goodness that I didn’t have to grow up around him. He had another daughter younger than me who was trash just like him by another woman; however, he wanted to claim me.

They never want to settle for their own kind. I asked my mother how she could have had me by something like “that” (him). My inquiry was actually a compliment to her because she could have done so much better.

I am lucky that my mother did not really want my father and never got married, and extra lucky that I did not inherit his trashy genes and undesirable traits. My mother’s bloodline was much stronger than his, and her mother’s side of the family is who I am so very proud of, the ones whom I take after in my own originality.

The mistake my grandmother made (my mother’s mother) was mating with my grandfather. His mother, my dead great grandmother was as low as they come, resulting in the monstrous births of my two aunts and uncle.

As a child, I encountered undesirables-including the young ones because they are born that way-who by first glance I could read them and didn’t at all like their auras. Many of them are ostentatious and tend to show off.

One girl in particular pissed me off so bad as she was profiling in front of her friends that I went home and could not sleep for the entire night. We both were around nine years of age. The girl’s name was Rhonda. And Rhonda lived directly across the street from me at the time.

I anticipated getting her alone while she was not in the company of others.

I’ve never been a trouble maker and I never started a fight. However, I’ve always had a temper and knew how to finish one. As soon as morning came, around the time that I knew Rhonda would be out, I went over to her house and I beat the shit out of her.

It was just me and her. “You’re by yourself now”, I told her while I punched and dragged her down her driveway. “What you gonna do now?!”

Rhonda just cried and tried to block the blows and grips of my hands. I was so vicious and loud that my mother heard and had to come pull me off of the girl.

I hate people that instigate unnecessary nonsense only because there is a crowd around. When they are by themselves they have absolutely no courage.

And when it comes to their particular kind-when you hurt or get the best of them-their counterparts always get together for a retaliation when they were the ones to instigate negative things in the first place.

When I was ten, a fourteen year old neighborhood girl accused me of liking her boyfriend who she was having sex with and she wanted to fight me. She was unattractive and would pack her face with make-up, and I was not thinking about her or her boyfriend. I was a kid, still worried about playing with my toys and my dog. “What the hell was she talking about?”

I got into a fistfight around the age of twelve with another girl who lived on my block. To me it was nothing, to others great excitement. After I had forgotten about it, two girls who I’d never seen before walked in front of my house asking me “is this the house of the girl who had a fight with Sharon?”

I just ignored them both. When I told a friend of mine about the incident she told me that the fight I had got into with Sharon had circulated all over her school. And I thought, oh how pathetic.

(and not to sound bias and make this a racial issue because I have gone through things with people of all different races-but what I’ve noticed through observance and looking back, the people who I have mentioned and who’ve conflicted with me the most were people from the islands. Not of African origin like myself-but West Indians and Haitians and so on. They were always causing some type of confusion. There are some nice ones from the islands; you have good and bad everywhere.)

There were plenty more various incidents that I experienced with these types of people that are in my opinion indeed childish. And I honestly thought these acts of stupidity would come to an end once I became an adult, though I learned quickly that everyone did not have my logical state of mind.

Some people just maintain a certain level. They continue to have minds like children. Early on I detected that they were disturbed and to keep my distance. I just naturally never liked and connected with undesirables. And I am not supposed to be around them-they don’t belong anywhere near me or within my personal life.

Another nice graphic here in my opinion with another interesting quote: “life isn’t about the destination but the journey that gets us there….”

That may be true to a certain extent. I’ve learned things through the puzzles of my journey that I may not have been able to accurately piece together if my life had taken a different route.

Vile things that went on in my life were not meant to break me. The happenings came to show me who I was and what I was made of. And for that I am grateful. I have a greater sense of self and purpose. I have a very sound mind and I am very resilient

Everybody has things in life that they consider their problems or burdens. And some problems and burdens are not always a situation that we make for ourselves. There are people in the world who continuously tend to cause trouble in the lives of many others.

In evaluating my trail when I look back it is always the same remnants, the same garbage that tends to pester and chase after me through the paths of my life. And this perpetual experience is not normal to me.

My life is my own yet the undesirables seek to invade my territory, spreading gossip, lies, harassment. Oh sure, they do things like that to everybody of course, with me though it is a little deeper than that since I am not affected by their bullshit. They are more like a cult using deviant tactics in an attempt to kill off someone who can ultimately devour them all.

As a highly sensitive person I am able to see them for what they really are. Looking at their presence I’ve often wondered in the past how “god” could give life to something like “that” (them). And once it was revealed to me it was obvious it is because they are of him. They are his children, a genuine reflection of god himself.

When dealing with undesirables one usually has to compromise the skills of communication (go down to their level). You have to make allowances when it comes to people like them. Of all the problems in the world they had to be mine, my only obstinate problem that literally nauseates me.

I know that I am a lucky person and with all the more seemingly serious things going on in the world there could be so much worse. This however, is just as bad. It is spiritual, a spiritual battle that I must continue to fight.

Just as real, and just as deadly. The undesirables are demonic, under the control and influence of their master, and blinded by their own ignorance.

Yes I walk around happily, carefree, and with a peace of mind because that is actually the way that I am and how I genuinely feel in my personal life- regardless of what is going on around me. I don’t worry; I know that I will always be just fine. There is no other way for me to be.

Contentment in attitude during times of negativity does not mean that one is oblivious, especially if they are on an entirely different wavelength than those who are slaves to their own sick mentality.

Pictures do sometimes say a million words as many are created through forms of visualization captured from our minds by the hands of talented artists, or photographers. I have plenty of my own outlooks outlined in the drawings of my existence.

And it is indeed a beautiful silhouette. And my own words coming from my soul that go along with my personalized portrait is:

“I am a spirit in the wind, a breeze that blows out the fire. A light that burns through the earth, a heat that cools in the waters, I’m am part of the supernatural.

I am a force here in the world, knocking down obstacles, keeping my spirit alive. Passing through the rough spots, seeing and feeling my way through, escaping through the tunnels only to find my way back to you.

I am tired of what does not have to be. Me violently tearing up things just to set myself free, I know that is why you have sent for me. You come to get me.

Finally the time has come near. We’re almost there. Ready to be united, I am so highly excited.

Just a little bit more roads for you to bear, you say. Don’t worry my dear; I won’t take you too much farther out of your way.

There are a few more things that I need you to do. Continue to be that spirit in the wind, that breeze that blows out the fire. That light that burns through the earth. That heat that cools in the water. You are a part of the supernatural. You are the most precious part of me. In there you will find that this is your true destiny”. – Purely by Miss Latoya Lawrence my love and light

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