Targeted (Part One)

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stems daisyAs good people in the world we will become targeted at times by the demonic.

Like I have expressed before there are a combination of reasons why my enemies who are known and who are unknown to me through out the years have worked and have attempted to work black magic on me and also on my family aside from the obvious envy and jealousy but another reason they had came after me aside for me knowing things through clairvoyance/extrasensory perception was for what I had divulged through a book that I had written mentioning dirt that was done by some of them.

The only people within life that I have ever had any problems out of were junkies and other types of trash as they all operate and function on such a very low level of intellectual comprehension and spiritual vibration. There are some that are within a category all by themselves and that are exceptions; however the majority of them are fixed and stationary.

As a person of higher consciousness I was able to connect or adapt to all types of universal channels, people and situations accept those in which were incongruous with my state of essence as well as existence. I was never meant or destined to intermingle or associate with these types of individuals yet through unnatural circumstances  and certain life detouring events I had to make acquaintance just like so many of us unintentionally have done only to be protected and unaffected by the grace around us due to the fact that instances was beyond our control and because we are a strong group of folk with grave purpose and that had vital divine influence and guidance.

There are sometimes always so much more to a story, detail, and the interpretation. It is the wise mind that analyzes weighs out the facts probabilities and possibilities as well as the never knows. Nevertheless, one does not have to cater to the ignorant mind that draws up inaccurate conclusions within their undeveloped scope of view or faculty.

All that matters is to include and strive for the truth. And liars hate the truth. And one person’s fact can be another person’s fiction depending on the elements and aspects of diversity as well as wavelength. I had to figure out a long time ago as a teen why one would be accused of telling a lie when they are definitely telling the truth aside from the other person’s lack of knowledge (ignorance) and deliberate denial (intentionally lying while indeed knowing the truth).

There were enemies that wanted to shut me up, part of the reason they wanted me to go insane, figuring if I was considered crazy that I would not have any credibility but their Voodoo didn’t work back then because my mind, spirit and constitution was much stronger as I am of the light and have so much legitimate belief in what I know within the universe.

Chapter five titled “The Trip” signified the physical travel along with the mental travel that was endured in this genuine excerpt:

You see, my aunt Charise was sixteen years old in the summer of 1982. A trip to Virginia was organized by a neighbor on her block. Any of the teenagers who wanted to go had to pay a fee. Charise’s money was given up front. There would be no refunds for anyone who canceled out.

Two or three days prior to the trip, Charise and one of the other girls scheduled to go got into a fist fight. Charise beat the girl’s ass. But long before that incident, Charise had decided not to go to Virginia.

“Look, you are going”, Catherine hollered. “After I done spent my money!”

Charise had no choice whether she liked it or not she would have to go on account of her mother.

The trip lasted for a week. When it was over and the teenagers had returned, Pat received a phone call. “Charise is sick”, said Mrs. Boatwright, the neighbor who’d organized the trip.

“She’s sick?” Pat asked

“Yes”, I am going to bring her home”.

When Mrs. Boatwright brought Charise to the house she wasn’t sick in the way Pat thought she would be. Pat figured maybe it was a stomach ache, but it was quite the contrary. Charise was sick out of her mind.

“What happened?” Pat exclaimed.

“I don’t know”, said Mrs. Boatwright.

Charise walked up and down the street talking to herself she was very hyperactive, like she was on a trip.

 

Targeted (Part Two):( https://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2016/08/26/targeted-part-two/ ‎)

 

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