Archie Comic Books

From a young child up until my late teens I’d been a very loyal fan who vastly enjoyed collecting and reading many of the great, unique, and creative and entertainingly designed comic publication of the Archie series.

Betty and Me, Betty’s Diary, and Betty and Veronica, of course, was my immediate favorite volumes of selection as a young girl. I gathered a nice and endearing accumulation of wide range comic Digests, Double Digests, and Giant series magazines.

I loved all of the exciting and various cast of likable characters, stories, and intermittent strips that were included such as Moose & Midge, Dilton, Nancy, Chuck, Cheryl Blossom, Big Ethel, Reggie, Jughead, Hot Dog, Pop Tate, Miss Grundy, Mister Weatherbee, Coach Kleats, Archie Pals ‘n’ Gals, Archie And Me, Archie Andrews Where Are You?, the spectacular issues, the vacation issues, LiL Jinx, Sabrina the Witch, Josie and the Pussycats and so on! You name it, I had indulged in it!

So long were those years ago since I would lie propped comfortably upon my bed with or without a snack and in a hypnotizing state of glee escaping into the delights of my favorite Riverdale world and neighborhood.

And now I cannot deny and am in no way ashamed to admit that in my late age thirties I have once again taken huge steps back into my past and into my explosive enthusiasm for my favorite comic book adventures of monumental depth and quality laughter. I enjoy and anticipate reading the Archie series now just as much as I did then if not so even more.

I could not imagine life without the big talents and inspirations behind this creation that has brought upon so much genuine happiness and amusement to the millions and millions.

Two years ago I ordered and received my over four hundred pages of the Best of Archie volume one, last year I ordered volume two, this year I cannot wait to get my hands onto volume three!

Whenever I read and turn through the artistic styled pages of the Archie comic series I sense and feel the success and specialness of the publication, not only is the item an extremely fortunate invention but, a tool of positive stimulating energy and a encouraging source of productive motivation.

As one of my favorite childhood memories and one of my favorite adult hobbies the Archie’s comics will always be number one in my choice of classic and quality books!

My Vaginal “Lips” Are Lovely Wrapped And Sealed In Contentment And Bliss/No Toleration For Love Or Lust Spells!

“You’re going to be a heart-breaker when you break out of your shell”, a few male associates who were in their thirties and forties had told me when I was in my early twenties, harmlessly mistaking what they may have interpreted as shyness for indifference.

“You’re going to have it your way”, another guy in his forties told me.

“How do you know?” I asked, testing him.

“Because, I know women”, he said in return.

A psychic even told me that in a romantic relationship that I was the one who would, and who was suppose to have the upper-hand.

I had already known these revelations due to knowing my self very thoroughly. I never at all was a self conscious or insecure type of female; I never had any reason to be.

I was always very strong, confident, aggressive, intelligent, and beautiful to my own liking. I never cared about what anybody thought about me or what they thought about the way that I looked.

As long as I am satisfied with myself that is utterly all that matters.

Naturally and proudly born asexual, I have absolutely no romantic or sexual interest and desire in anyone whether it be male or female. And who cares, right? I sure know that I do not, I am very happy and at peace. I was meant to be in this specific mode of life and would not have it any other way whatsoever. Yet there are disturbed individuals who cannot accept my lifestyle even though that it does not concern or pertain to them and is absolutely none of their business!, Particularly the degenerate/demonic male gender and quite a few dogged out jealous females who didn’t know their own vaginas from a jack-hammered whole in the ground.

Sadly enough these males are jealous of my “Twat” and because they cannot talk about me. They never had me sexually and never will, and the few guys that may have lied about me wish so undoubtedly that they could.

Anyhow no man could ever destroy or dog me out, it is not within my nature, if anything I would be the one to dog him out and destroy him!

Lies mean nothing truth holds weight.

Men and women have told me for the way that I looked that they didn’t expect for me to not have been in relationships, or did not understand why I wasn’t out there and wanting to mingle. It simply just wasn’t my thing, so unnatural and ridiculous unto me!

When I was in my early twenties I took a really good look in the mirror at my self and saw what everyone else at the time had seen and what I was not really paying any attention to, and I honestly admitted that I felt too darn good about myself to let any male have sex with me.

So I had thought just the opposite, why waste my cute self on a man?

I still feel this way till this day, and I do not want or plan to have any children at this time right now in my life, if I did I’d go to a sperm bank, and if I couldn’t I would not resort to sexual contact with a man-that sure is for certain.

Black magic has been tried on me so many times and in so many repetitive fashions in such a derogatory (tricks to stimulate my vagina to give me sensations down there) and pathetic endeavor to try to change my mind and desires regarding my sexuality.

Silly “lust” spells that failed to work, and stereotypical “caring” spells to break my strength, confidence, and identity within who I am as a individual woman-and because of how it contradicts what is the norm in general/average society.

On the 22nd of October on a Tuesday I had went out to take care of some errands. The next Wednesday night I had a dream of the light-complexioned Haitian guy with the hazel/green eyes who I’ve written about in the past here https://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2007/08/26/rituals/,

Here https://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2012/01/14/the-visionsthe-messagesthe-knowledge/,

And here https://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2012/11/16/dirty-rotten-and-pitiful/

He was trying to hold me down on a bed in darkness-as a shadow covered and outlined his body-to make me feel comfortable, relaxed and pleasant as he sucked the left side of my neck then tried to stick inside his tainted penis.

This degenerate wants to have intercourse with me so bad that it is a shame; one cannot get any sicker than him. He has been doing and trying to self-perform sex spell acts and spells on me here and there for years with no avail.

His raggedy funky “cockifritos” (fried penis in my terms) never penetrated me in this vision of warning, a sign of my disgust and resistance.

The night after on Thursday, he tried to send the dark energies and illusions of a tarantula to seize and attack me upon my sleep.

Friday, Oct 25th I went out again to run a few errands and the next night on Saturday I dreamed of him again! I had the strongest feeling that I would since I had caught him in his previously failed attempt just as I usually do.

Another of sex dreams of course, him not getting the opportunity to penetrate yet hesitantly and verbally stating his wistful intentions, “I had that”.

Sunday night I had a vision of a Halloween prop that hung upon his bedroom wall right before I closed my eyes to retire and just knew that he would give another hand at the effort to resend his weak-minded mechanism involving the large spider.

Sure enough during the early hours of the morning this happened at the same exact time as the other occurrences around 4:20 a.m.

I don’t think it was 5:20 a.m. it is possible because when I looked at the clock it was in the dim lit of my room, but I am pretty sure it was definitely at four twenty in the morning.

Occult Power

Aside from family members, friends, associates, neighbors, enemies, strangers, and whoever else people also need to watch out for the “posers” who claim to help the sufferers and people who are the unjustly objects of evil black magic.

Many practitioners camouflage themselves as good healers, always on the lookout for positive energy and positive souls to drain and to corrupt.

We live in a world that forever battles between the good and the evil. We cannot afford to be oblivious to the demonic intentions of those who cover themselves up with persuasive talk and false displays of character-Miss LaToya http://ladylatoya.wordpress.com/2013/04/12/some-of-the-associations-of-black-magic/

I have heard some other psychics and/or clairvoyants in the past impart how they were able to see or to read into the lives of many others but that they could never see as much in detail or into anything significant at all when it came down to digging into their own personal lives and concerns.

I am just the complete opposite when it comes into that department. I have always been able to see deep into my past, present, and future, as well as into the lives, thoughts, feelings, and utterances of others without even trying.

And it seemed that I could see or read more about what was going on around and within my own personal surroundings and into the things that concerned what was going on around and within my own life more than anything else!

The same thing went and still goes for me in regards to healing and grave (serious) spiritual work.

I have consulted and did work with other spiritual persons within the very distant past which had proved in some ways to be very helpful and beneficial and in other ways to serve both as a distinct warning and learning experience to further grasp and analyze.

I had discovered that I was way more naturally powerful in occult sufficiency than those that I had visited and dealt with and therefore obligated and fortunate enough to handle my own healing procedures that were especially conducted for my own personal spiritual growth and sustainment.

I work entirely alone with the great assistance of the universe, and energy is best and most uncontaminated in that way.

Just as there are the positive extra sensory perceptive energetic folk such as my self, there are also the negative demonic and degenerate folk who reside on the other side of the podium. And I surely stand innately divided as we do not mix, constantly within opposition as they are always in conflict against me and all that is right and truly good within a particular mode/fashion.

I have had a so called psychic and a few others who attempted to “help and heal” by their own ulterior methods. Healing and helping that I did not need, want, or ask for!

We all have our own free will, so if one approves of any specific special spiritual work done by a spiritual person then they are wittingly and willingly giving their own consent.

However, then there or those, and you have those in particular who will go behind one’s back to influence them, their life, and their surroundings and etc…,without their permission and knowledge-even when in their demented mind they considering it being helped or healed-to maintain a control over them. And that is indeed no other than a form of evil malicious devious black magic!

It is wrong to try to affect a person’s will through any type of underhanded manipulation.

The few who tried this with me I had to laugh harshly at, underestimating my ability to know and to pick up on what they were doing then underestimating my capacity to repel it.

Those individuals who knew that I would perceive or foresee at the same time tried to confuse my mind and weaken my senses to make me susceptible and vulnerable to their tactics of reconstruction.

It never worked out though. If anything, the black magic would eventually rebound along with the touches of my satisfying techniques of spiritual revenge!

There were even those spiritual workers who had initially intended to harm my aura and well-being but were unable to due to the powerful protective forces of the head Orisha and intelligent entities that governed around my illuminated spirit.

Instead they had and were forced to make amends by reprimand or else they would have to suffer the consequence of numerous perils.

How humiliating for them to have to bless me in replace of the many curses that they originally had designed!

Shielded By The “Veil” Of Birthright And Spirituality

No one can tell me what it truly means or what it truly is to be a caulbearer, the significance of my existence, how could they or anyone else for that matter?

I am the absolute epitome of a very rare, unique, and unusual person born with the mysterious treasures and advantages of the caul in both mind and in spirit.

There is resentment toward my ultimate design by attackers who fear my existence.

The extreme connection to the spirit world that I have and the distinct power from the universe speak of energies that are unknown, they speak of the solicitous unfamiliar forces that work on my behalf.

The vibrations of my innate state of being are very well-known unto me and easily recognizable within their relations yet still ever evolving and manifesting, and continuing to remain foreign among the very most of my opposites.

It is impossible for me to be converted into something and someone that I am not through any ineffective manipulative mental, spiritual, or emotional torment/torture.

Nevertheless, my foes and those alike continuously seek to slay me and to turn me into one of their very own demonic creatures/beings, negativity and perversity at it’s worst and at it’s very best.

They essentially want all of my performances to be tainted by incompetence, they want my mind stricken with the most severity of mental illness, they want me totally crippled in the lowest of fashions and in any of the tantalizing foreboding modes possible, and whatsoever.

My enemies are all catching hell, drowning in between the treacherous waves and streams of punishment and danger that were revealed to me long before it had come to be, and during the numerous basks of my versatile premonitions.

“The animal sacrifice that I did eight to twelve weeks ago has come back on me”, said someone whom I know in a vision that I saw a couple of days ago. The guy that I speak of is in an emotional state of agitation, his mind is also not right, his complexion has darkened, and much more negativity he will definitely experience. There is no going back for him, he is in very bad shape and he is crossed up due to a backfire!

I am a very spiritually advanced individual protected by the ultimate shields of fierceness.

A highly intelligent entity guards my surroundings, my aura, my essence, my effervescent nature. “Oh, how I lay and rest my head and body in the bosom of purity and peace”

Exceptional beings know what is revealed behind the secrets of true hidden knowledge. We often experience the incredible; we experience what may seem to serve as the impossible to and for many others.

When other evil spiritual people and/or common attackers rise up against me my “spiritual protections” administer fancy techniques. Part of the forces will conveniently make appear to them what they want to hear or believe.

My many shields have projected a false painted picture and version of reality to intentionally mislead my enemies and other seers who read for them or who were just out for themselves (psychics/clairvoyants and etc…) to throw them off by camouflaging my actual happenings. “Oh, how they love and respect me”

So be it to thy energy as it has continuously set me free

Entities perceive the designs that are concealed within negative energy which attacks. Instead of just receiving the central part of negative energy then dispersing or transforming it, my protections absorb and also repel the negative energies.

When my foes intentionally acquire to harm me by sending negativity toward my way my shield goes into action. My protections have the capacity to absorb the bad/malicious energy. It will suck it up and retain it up until the time most significant to then spring back upon every one of my attackers.

Ever since from a very young age I have detested and resented the existence of low scale individuals (trashy/garbage people), And initially not because they had done me wrong or done me malice by any means in any particular way-as they had eventually tried so many times-all through out my life due to their envy, jealousy, sickness, and extreme ignorance but because I had detected exactly what they were and what they were about very early on.

I always had the uncanny ability to read and to accurately pick up on people. The profound ability to sense things about people that other people couldn’t.

Although I have some of their “type” and “kind” of low scale individuals who are connected through to my family I am not anything of them or anything like them at all. There is a very small percentage of relation compared to the lineage of pure substance character and genes that I have originally inherited and that I authentically come from.

My luxurious and high caliber traits and tendencies along with intelligence and reasoning rawly stems from my grandmother’s side of the family (my mother’s mother) whose heredity absolutely consisted of no clans, or class of degenerates.

That is the very and main reason why my beautiful and powerful ancestors “had me since I was a baby”, unconditionally loving, protecting, and guiding me along through out the way with my special spirits and spirit guides and Orishas because I was truly and benevolently of them.

Still and all, and regardless of my qualities, disposition, and mentality, I have these low scale individuals who endeavor to manipulate the tides of nature by asserting the mechanisms of black magic that will never come into play.