Scene Of The Play

 

I remember when I was in the fourth grade. I had a teacher named Mrs. Yaffey. She was Jewish.

I attended an elementary school in Bayside, New York at the time- P.S. 203.

I wrote a play back then as an assignment in which I chose specific classmates to act out in roles I had created within my story. I even cast a student for the narration in between scenes that I had written.

This preparation took place among us all in our classroom.

I never received a low or bad grade on book reports so knew I could write well at an early age.

Reading and writing were my best subjects.

After Mrs. Yaffey was impressed by one of my book reports- she to my surprise- gave me the lead role as Robinhood for our school play called “Potpourri”.

I was not one who wanted to be in the spotlight, so I gave the part to a girl named Erica Goldstein. She had a narrator role in which I exchanged with her.

Throughout the days up until we were to perform on stage in front of an auditorium full of people we rehearsed and had to get our apparel and costumes ready.

I had to wear a white shirt, a black belt, and black tights as the narrator. “Robinhood” had to wear her cape and each other character according to their required specific wardrobe.

During opening night my mother later expressed to me that she was disappointed that I had such few lines in a small role. I don’t think she liked that I gave up the lead part to someone else.

But things like that were not a big deal to me. I was not a child who liked being the center of attention.

My mother did not mean any harm, she was just a parent who was proud of her kid.

 

Tina’s Beautiful Cat

 

 

I have an aunt named Tina who I am not too fond of and who I do not want to be bothered with, however, she loved my dog Brandie as did I and other family members.

Tina had a dog of her own during her teenage days before I was born. But, for the most part Tina is a cat person.

When we shared our family home many years ago, she had a couple of pet cats.

Now as Tina is in her early sixties, she continues to own cats.

Tina had been trying to contact my mother and I through the years, yet we did not respond. So, I finally gave her a chance to connect with me a year and a half ago.

She told me how she watched one of her cats take their last breath and how she planned to get a new cat to keep her other cat company.

I kindly purchased some supplies for her pets from Chewy.com. She did reimburse me though I was looking for nothing in return.

Tina had even invited me to her apartment.

I met one of her cats who had been with her for the longest while the other new cat she adopted was hiding somewhere around the apartment still adjusting to her new home.

The white-colored cat that came over to greet me was adorable and so sweet. She had beautiful eyes and such a wonderful essence about her that I could sense.

Within that moment I understood why Tina loved her so much. In fact, I had an adoring feeling for this lovely creature.

 

 

 

My Poodle

 

As I have been blogging for about sixteen years altogether, I have mentioned throughout that time more than once, for those who are not aware, that I had my very first pet, a pure-bred German Shepherd puppy when I was the age of seven.

From then on, I welcomed many puppies, dogs, and even a few cats inside my home.

My family were not strangers to animals as on my mother’s side of the family- her mother’s mother- they owned a farm in Halifax, Virginia.

So, they had plenty of dogs, chickens, pigs, cattle and so on. My family had their own business in the south.

Most of the dogs that I had were German Shepherds who were mixed, Labrador’s who were mixed, one Chihuahua, and I had a pure-bred poodle.

“Dancer” was an adult small-size white-colored poodle.

She was the second dog I ever owned as a child.

Dancer was very smart and would exhibit human-like behavior just as “Brandie” did (my beloved dog who I adopted later).

Dancer was still at home when I brought seven- to eight-week-old Brandie home from North Shore Animal League in the summer of 1986.

Afterwards, another puppy came from North Shore. Then came “Benji”, a Labrador puppy who I got from a litter through a neighbor.

There was a time I had three dogs in the home all at the same time.

Dancer and I spent a lot of time together, but she was an old dog I had up until the age of twelve until someone stole her away from me.

Our family had a certain idea of who took and sold her.

 

 

 

 

 

Friends For Life ‚̧ūüźē

 

The German Shepherd/Collie mix love of my life has been gone for twenty years now.

Time has no bearing when it comes to love as I still think about my precious baby every single day. I always loved her so much from the moment her little body was placed in my young arms at the animal shelter.

Brandie is long gone but she will never be forgotten, and I surely hope to see her one day as many of us whose pets have passed on do.

 

 

There will indeed be dogs and other animals when God brings heaven down to earth for our eternity.

Unfortunately, there is no mention of the Bible stating that we will ever see our pets again as we will our deceased relatives.

Nevertheless, although there is no guarantee, we can hold out hope.

God is the almighty creator and ruler. He can do anything that he pleases, and he may surprise us one day.

I really hope to reunite with Brandie again. I do not want to imagine never seeing or being with her again.

 

 

It Happened One Night Long Ago

 

I remember years ago, at a very young age, walking up the stairs after exiting a subway car on the E train in Queens, New York with my mother. 
 
I may have been six years old at the time. 
 
Before my mother and I went to go through the turnstile of the subway station to reach the further stairways that lead up into the street, a striking couple appeared. 
 
The female was nice in height, very slim and cutely shaped. 
 
She wore a clinging long-sleeved black shirt, black stockings, and a red and white short poker-dot skirt. 
 
Her male counterpart who she held hands with was also of a nice height and had a nice slim physique. 
 
He alike wore a clinging long-sleeved black shirt with black tights/stockings and red shorts. 
 
The couple both had the most adorable large vintage Mickey and Minnie Mouse face-masks over their entire heads.

They looked flawless, and professionally dressed.
 
The couple both took the time to notice me in my childhood and they both waved to me so sweetly as if I was a little kid who was delighted by the sight I saw on that Halloween night. 

My mother smiled as we watched the couple head to catch a train to enjoy their night out on the town. 
 
I will never forget that impression. I still reflect clearly to this day how pleasant the encounter was. 

 

I Am A Proud Child Of The 1970s

 

I am a proud child of the 70’s.

We had some fun and fabulous toys made of excellent quality back then.

I had a lot of items to play with, too many to name.

To mention a few that I loved and enjoyed was The Fisher Price Movie Viewer.

I only had the Snow White, Sesame Street (Cookie Monster in the kitchen), and Mickey Mouse (Lonesome Ghosts) cartridges.

This particular tool was great because we could view the animated films forward and backward, either fast or slow.

The Tree Tots by Kenner were one of my very favorites. I had the Treehouse, the Lighthouse, and the Amusement Park!

The little Tots and their dog were awesome!

 

 

I constantly sniffed my adorable Strawberry Shortcake and Lemon Meringue dolls as they were sweetly scented with fragrance.

I had the adorable Snail that would move on its own as it rode Strawberry Shortcake and her friend in the attached carriage.

Dancerella was a ballerina that stood on her toes and actually spun around in poses. I played with her a lot.

When I was growing up, we were not like the kids today who play with a new toy for a short time, get tired of it, then want a different new toy to play with.

No matter what additional toy was added to our collection, we played with the old and new ones all year around for years until we completely wore them out- I know I did.

I still had some of my old toys into my adulthood stored away before I moved from my childhood home.

We will never have toys and other objects such as the ones that we had back in the day when everything was so exciting.

I am sure the generation before me feels the same way about the era they were born and grew up in.

 

A Discarded Book Is Not The End Of The Chapter

 

 

Those certain people who may have disliked, snubbed, laughed at you, or brushed you off.

The particular job, school, or establishment that did not hire, admit, or accept you.

Situations or circumstances in life that did not work out for you.

All occurrences many times play out as blessings in disguise.

Don’t always take an unwelcoming or unfortunate turn of events as an insult, loss, or defeat.

In actuality, these incidents are favorable wins to success in better areas of life and with others that will prove to be advantageous.

There are one or two things I may have wanted when I was younger and did not get.

I am so glad I do not have or desire these things now, as I am better off without them.

They were not bad, negative things, but things that were not in harmony with the balance within my alignment.

Other things may come at a time when we are ready for them, some things are not meant for us, and many things we just do not need.

We might have plenty of thoughts and ideas about how we would like to write our story. What we want to unfold as we turn the pages of our life.

However, God has a far more superior version of our story, and how it should be written.

God’s direction in detail is a page-turner indeed! ¬†A book about us that we are not able to put down.

Authored with content by one who is brilliantly unmatched.

So let the Lord be the narrator in your life, because if you do, you are guaranteed to be a bestseller! -latoya lawrence 

 

 

 

No Old Lives Through Reincarnation: Only New Life In Jesus (Part One)

 

Everyone has the right to think or believe what they choose to believe in.

Some believe in certain things, some do not, some are undecided because they honestly do not know whether or not a particular thing exists, and some really do not care one way or the other.

We all have our own nature and experience.

What is right for one person may be wrong for the next person.

Some are inclined to what draws them, a propensity toward what falls into place.

A lady was offended over a post I wrote a few days ago with regard to reincarnation (soul ties).

She got mad or was disappointed at me for stating my viewpoint on the matter.

She tried to get back at me by insinuating, because I do not agree with the notion of people coming back to earth throughout the centuries, that I must not actually be born of preternatural ability.

And, that I have a lot to learn due to my nonchalant attitude in regard to her response, which she also took as me being rude or arrogant.

I notice a lot of times people take other people’s comments/posts out of context or as coming off negatively when they do not personally know the person. Every detail, explanation, or essence of a person’s entirety cannot, will not, and should not be displayed or assumed in any single post.

I admit I did not care as her lack of knowledge is of no insult to me. No one’s thoughts or words can erase the truth or discredit someone else’s ability due to their own misconceptions or idle pettiness.

If I do not believe in reincarnation, then I don’t believe in it. I never will- and my third eye, sixth sense, extra sensory perception- whatever one wants to call it, has always been there and will remain.

God’s gifts are irrevocable even if others put labels on them or name them incorrectly. A spiritual gift of insight is the ability to extraordinarily “know, see, feel, hear, taste, smell, and think within communication.

No Past Lives: Only Life In Jesus (Part Two)

 

 

But God will redeem me from the realm of the dead; he will surely take me to himself. -Psalms 49:15

So it will be with the resurrection of the dead. The body that is sown is perishable, it is raised imperishable; it is sown in dishonor, it is raised in glory; it is sown in weakness, it is raised in power; it is sown a natural body, it is raised a spiritual body.” -1 Corinthians 15:42-45

Jesus said to her, ‘I am the resurrection and the life. Those who believe in me, even though they die, will live, and everyone who lives and believes in me will never die.’ ‚ÄĚ -John 11:25-26

No Past Lives: Only Life In Jesus (Part Two)

 

And just as each person is destined to die once and after that comes judgment, so also Christ was offered once for all time as a sacrifice to take away the sins of many people. He will come again, not to deal with our sins, but to bring salvation to all who are eagerly waiting for him.
-Hebrews 9:27-28

 

I did not need the Bible or a verse to indicate to me that reincarnation was not a course of purpose in life.

I never believed in the idea of having lived past lives over and again, not even as a child or teen (though attitudes and beliefs may sometimes change as we evolve) did I think reincarnation sounded right. The notion made no sense to me.

I do not care how many people claim to remember living previous lives before, or the so-called scientific proof behind it.

I am not at all saying that some of these people are not being honest. I just believe there is another explanation.

They may have either had a vision, or visions, of someone else’s life from another timeline, possibly confusing it with a connection to their own.

Their mind could be playing tricks on them as memory can at times be unreliable.

Satan can also be at play, as he and his demons have the ability to masquerade and take on the appearance of people, places and events through false representation.

I do not have all the answers. I do not know everything, and I don’t claim to, or want to.

Nevertheless, I walk by faith and not by sight. I believe in what I cannot see because I am spiritually “awake”. I have always been aware. I have had many encounters of witnessing God’s power, even when I was full of doubt in regard to particular situations.

When the spirits of Moses and Elijah appeared and were witnessed, they were in their original likeness after they had long passed away, having lived only one life on this earth.

I personally am glad there is no coming back and forth into this imperfect, fallen world. Who in their right mind would want to keep repeatedly living in this world full of ruin? Why would God send Jesus to die for us if this was so?

I like God’s version of the truth better. Once I die, the only next life I will enter along with other believers by God’s grace is eternity in the afterlife with my creator.

No Old Lives Through Reincarnation: Only New Life In Jesus (Part One)

 

 

Six days later Jesus took Peter and the two brothers, James and John, and led them up a high mountain to be alone.

As the men watched, Jesus’ appearance was transformed so that his face shone like the sun, and his clothes became as white as light.

Suddenly, Moses and Elijah appeared and began talking with Jesus.

Peter exclaimed, ‚ÄúLord, it‚Äôs wonderful for us to be here! If you want, I‚Äôll make three shelters as memorials ‚ÄĒone for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah.‚ÄĚ

But even as he spoke, a bright cloud overshadowed them, and a voice from the cloud said, ‚ÄúThis is my dearly loved Son, who brings me great joy. Listen to him.‚ÄĚ

The disciples were terrified and fell face down on the ground.

Then Jesus came over and touched them. ‚ÄúGet up,‚ÄĚ he said. ‚ÄúDon‚Äôt be afraid.‚ÄĚ

And when they looked up, Moses and Elijah were gone, and they saw only Jesus. -Matthew 17:1-8

 

As A Woman I Am My Own Distinct Material

 

I am not a mother. I had been told I would make a good mother if I had children, and I took the remark as a compliment.

Some may even consider me wife material, which can serve as a compliment or an insult, depending on what one’s idea is based on.

I never saw myself as marriage material, as I never had the desire or interest in romance or for stereotypical wifely duties-this nature was never within me.

The old barefoot, pregnant, in the kitchen, outdated image of wife-hood was definitely not a suitable way of life for me either.

Things have changed in this day and age and the definition of wife-material does not necessarily have to be a negative one.

Many secure men appreciate strong, independent women who can hold their own and who can also show love, support and maintain a healthy relationship that produces meaning and growth.

Most of us heard the saying, “You can’t turn a hoe into a housewife”.

Well, I say one cannot turn a virgin or one who is not into sex as a housewife either.

How many sexual partners one has had or not had does not determine one’s sufficiency. It is about one’s mentality and character.

I always knew that my self-esteem or self-worth/value as a female was not defined or dictated by my vagina or men I have never slept with.

Nor did my self-esteem or self-worth depend on what a man or anyone else classified as what was appropriate within their own personal or societal standards.

My vagina is not me; it is only a part of the body that belongs to me. I am the spirit within me, I am an individual having this human experience here on earth.

It is a great offense to suggest that any positive qualities a woman may have are only prized or treasured if a man prefers or desires them.

There are women who have no interest in satisfying a man.

They have no desire to marry or to be in a committed relationship.

Some women are intent on or concerned about developing their own careers, their own personal/spiritual growth, or the fulfillment of what they may want to offer or contribute to the world through their own special purpose.

These types of women do not need the acceptance or approval of a man to feel self-worth and value.

 

 

Life Begins Now

 

“Very truly I tell you, whoever hears my word and believes him who sent me has eternal life and will not be judged but has crossed over from death to life. -John 5:24

 

We get eternal life by putting our trust in Jesus.

The gift of being saved cannot be earned. It cannot be attained by doing good deeds, or by being what we perceive as good.

It cannot be gotten by going to church either.

It is only by truly believing in and putting all our trust in Jesus.

Eternal life does not begin once a believer dies and their soul leaves the body.

Eternal life begins immediately while we are still alive in body here on earth, the moment we genuinely accept Jesus as Lord over our lives.

When one is “truly saved”, they are always saved, even if they walk away from God for a while due to anger or misunderstanding, because if one is truly a child of God’s, they will always find their way back to him or he will eventually bring them back through his call.

God knows how to reach an individual whereas others cannot. He knows our story, he understands us, he knows our hearts, he knows us better than anyone else does- he created us as he knitted us together within our mother’s wombs. We were in his thoughts before the creation of the world.

When I was furious at God, I swore I disowned him and that I would never have anything to do with him ever again. The Lord sure showed me differently!

He did not let me go so easily or at all, for that matter. He let time go by- letting me believe I was protected by other means when it was him all along, ultimately protecting me through what I substituted. He proved to me that he had my back when I felt betrayed by him.

It took a tragedy for him to get my attention- and God did his action in such a loving and wonderful way. I am still in shock till this day- he is really awesome.

I still at times have my “God why did you bring me into this world the way that it is nowadays” and “I did not ask to come here; sin was here way before I was born, so why bring me into it?!”

God is my parent as I am still a work in progress when it comes to certain issues that involve not liking certain types of people and life circumstances in general, and so on. However, that is what he wants. For us to give everything all to him.

 

For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. –Romans 8:38-39

 

I Am In A Relationship That Will Last Forever

 

I grew up in a home where God was strongly acknowledged.

I was raised by a mother who always believed in God. She grew up attending church as a child and had a love for God.

My mother’s side of the family were strong believers in God. They maintained faith and included God within their lives.

It was not about religion, but having a relationship with God.

My mother introduced me to God at an early age. From the start, everything came naturally. I readily believed and knew God and his story was real, yet I did not fully understand everything as I was still very young.

I was very spiritual, so I already had a connection to God. Certain members of my family were innately spiritual with gifts of the spirit.

There was a time I was consistently angry at God. I was frustrated at circumstances that were not my doing but done unto me and my mother during childhood on up by jealous/envious undesirables and etc….

In addition to other particular unsavory situations in life, I doubted God’s character and felt I could not trust him even though I had seen him do incredible, wonderful things in my life. I never doubted what God could do, but I doubted his goodness and motives/intentions.

God never punished or stopped blessing me when I kept my distance from him. My positive lifestyle did not change, but my attitude toward God and who I wanted to follow did for a while.

Instead of showing anger toward me, God approached me with gentleness and understanding of my misunderstanding of him.

God invited me to come to know him in a deeper and more transparent way than before.

He wanted me to know the real him, not through those who profess him only to show something different, not by misinterpretation- but through my past experiences of faith and what he has done for me and my family before.

By what he has done for me in the present. By what his word says and how his word acts and directs within my life.

God is walking with me every step of the way on my journey here as he promised and will take his time continuing to guide and provide with his ultimate divinity.

 

A “Sweet” Recollection

 

 

I remember those days of the summer- riding our bikes through the neighborhood, playing hopscotch, double-Dutch, and every other fun activity that came to mind as children.

Running back and forth to the store to buy our junk-food goodies!

Them “Hostess” and “Drakes” Twinkies, cupcakes, ring-dings, funny-bones, chocolate devil-dogs and cookies.

Them “Nestle Crunch” and “Hershey candy bars, Reese’s peanut butter cups, Oh Henry, 100 Grand crispy milk chocolate with caramel, Snickers, Whoppers Malted milk balls.

When Mr. Softee came around sounding his music, we’d all run in the house to get money to buy ice-cream cones with or without sprinkles, black-cats, dog-face, fudge-sundaes, milkshakes, ice-cream sandwiches, Italian ices, Popsicles and slushies.

Those were the days!

Us children did not have a care in the world except for the big plans we had- to begin another adventure for the next day.

 

 

 

 

 

Riding The Waters

Daily Living, By Miss LaToya

The first time I remember riding on a boat I was very young, about seven or eight years of age.

It was on the Manhattan Circle-Liner I rode with a group of family members.

They had come up to visit from Virginia. They wanted to tour around the New York City waters to see the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State building, and other attractions.

During childhood I also visited Hershey Park in Hershey, Pennsylvania where I rode numerous water-rides all day. The fun I had! I loved water-rides back then.

I have been on boats a few times as an adult. There is no excitement to it unless I feel myself moving on the vessel.

At the age of sixteen I was bored as can be down inside the Staten Island Ferry as I rode with friends while we hung out in Manhattan on Independence Day.

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Happy To Not Have Children

 

I originally never desired to have any children.

I was not one of those little girls who wanted to get married or have kids as an adult.

If I decided to have a child, I did not ever plan to get married, hook up with a boyfriend or commit to a relationship of any kind.

I did not need or desire companionship or sexual relations at all.

When I was in my twenties, I contemplated the idea of having two daughters, however, I am so glad it never happened for more reasons than one.

I was right from the very beginning of my young life.

I would have made a phenomenal mother but I do not think I was meant to have children.

I would not want to come into this world the way that it is today, yesterday, and the way it will be tomorrow. I definitely do not want any child of mine to be born into this society.

Aside from that, I do not want to be bothered. I love being single, I love being free without any connection to a child.

I am glad to not have adult children either.

I am fully grown, established, and very content with the way I am personally. I absolutely have no regrets.

It is great for those who want or have children as it may suit them.

I as an individual feel blessed and fortunate not to have any.

I remember when I told my mother three years ago how I wanted to get an apartment and get a puppy. She said to me, “A baby taking care of another baby”.

My mother was correct. I am a woman who is wise, responsible, strong, and experienced in life though I have this natural childlike innocence within my aura.

 

 

A Lady Of Her Own Style

 

I am not into all of that name-brand shit as a trend- I had all of those things growing up.

As long as I am clean, my clothes are of quality, and of the taste I prefer I am completely satisfied.

My mother kept me pristine as a child and kept me decked out as I was her little baby girl.

When I rode the school bus a few girls were jealous of the fancy gear my mother had sent me off in and they made it known by their envious talk.

I was just an innocent kid wearing clothes that my loving parent bought for me- but I learned early about the green-eyed monster.

I was always attracted to beauty. I had my own sense of style, an eye for what looked good.

I could pick out stylish home decor along with everything else that had sparked an interest within me. Whatever it was it would be elegant.

I had a knack for great judgment!

When it came to the summer, I liked to wear designer shorts/capris, skirts and jumper-skirts.

I became very conservatively appareled into adulthood. I was naturally comfortable and classy. I had my own fashionable style but nowhere near old-fashioned.

I was never a high-heeled, flashy dresses-wearing girl.

I liked my slacks, jeans, t-shirts or button-down shirts.

I was never too crazy about clothes during my teenage years and as I got older, yet I always dressed nicely.

I am not, nor was I ever, a materialistic person though I had wonderful material things throughout the years since my childhood.

 

 

 

 

 

 

In Style: My Fancy And Cool Mother

 

My mother was a fashion queen. She had an exceptionally fabulous wardrobe.

My mother had an eye-catching sense of style that attracted attention ever since she was a young girl.

People admired my mother’s apparel, her flair.

Some were even jealous of the gorgeous figure she had and how her clothing fit her adoringly.

She dressed her ass off! From her jewelry, to her jackets, to her pocketbooks, to her blouses, to her jeans, to her heels, to her sneakers, to her dresses- my mother was in a style all by herself.

Fashion ran within the family.

My uncle had a large, spectacular wardrobe full of clothes too! He kept his body clean and dressed very sharply.

Other members of the family also had quality gear to their liking- and a particular few were into luxury and glamor as they had the money to splurge.

My great-grandmother had furs, her sister had lavished items, and her niece was high-class in a league of her own.

Nevertheless, my mother did not dress to impress anyone (none of us did). Nice clothes and things were just a part of her nature, good taste, and talent for design.

 

 

All Natural, Natural Beauty

 

Everything about me is authentic, pure, and natural- from my mind, to my body, to my spirit.

I was never one to wear cosmetics. No one within my immediate family were into cosmetics either- and I loved that about them!

My grandmother sometimes wore lipstick, and my great-grandmother wore her lipstick from time to time but nothing dramatic or commonly done.

I used to play in my great-grandmother’s make-up once in a while as a child when I would play dress-up yet that is as far as it went.

I do not like cosmetics at all, I never did as I grew up.

I am totally natural- no foundations, no skin creams, no nothing but soap and water go on my skin.

I nurture my skin and body from the inside out with the proper nutrition and vitamin supplements.

I always had a high self-esteem. I love myself for who I am not for what a standard of beauty is projected to be.

I never cared what others thought of my appearance my opinion is all that genuinely mattered to me. I have always been confident within myself in that way because my spirituality rules me. Not any religious belief- but strength of character and purpose.

I prefer to not be made up by make-up as I was divinely made real by my creator.

When I see certain women or girls, they look so much better without wearing cosmetics. It is a shame how some are brainwashed or influenced by what society deems as beautiful. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

I have seen unattractive people called beautiful and attractive people called ugly.

In the same, often cute or pretty girls/women and guys think or consider themselves unattractive while unattractive girls/women think they are the most beautiful thing in the world.

What is true beauty? True beauty is self-love, self-worth, self-respect and a humane regard toward others.

When one truly has those depths instilled all else is irrelevant.

Sure, there are beautiful women and handsome men who were born into my family with nice grades of hair, tones of skin, and figures/physiques.

However, my family was not fazed by those attributes. They knew what they possessed but what they possessed did not possess them.

I myself am blessed with my fair share of attributes. Everybody tells me how lucky I am to still “look and sound like a baby” at the age of forty-seven.

 

 

 

 

 

No Jewelry For Me: It Is Not My Style

 

When I was a baby, my mother adorned me with jewelry.

Cute earrings and bracelets that were made of authentic gold (the earrings) and authentic silver (the bracelets).

As a youngster on up I came not to care for necklaces, earrings or bracelets made of silver or gold.

I loved to wear other types of bracelets made of beads- wavy bangle type bracelets, and the multicolored rubber bracelet wristbands I used to collect and purchase from the bubble gum machines.

Nowadays, and since my teenage years I do not desire to wear bracelets at all.

Rings I have never liked to wear.

 

The Truth About Church

 

Earlier in the week, I forgot which exact day, I was standing on a long line waiting to catch a bus home.

Two young females who looked to be in their twenties were scoping out individuals who stood on the line to approach.

One of the women came up to me and directly asked, “You want to come to my church?”

I said, “No”.

She then moved on to someone else she felt comfortable enough to go up to.

I watched as the other female asked a guy down on line the same question I was asked while he also gave her a “no”.

The lady who came up to me wore a name tag just like most of those with the Church of the Latter Day Saints.

A great deal of the people who attend church in general are nothing but devils and hypocrites.

Some are even brainwashed or sick-minded.

There is nothing wrong with church itself. It is good if one is able to find a church they connect with. There is negativity and positivity in every place, however, going to church does not verify a person who has a genuine regard, relationship or loyalty toward God or spirituality.

It is about what is truly within one’s heart, mind, and soul- not where they sit at every Sunday or other day inside of a church.

A lot of us already have a natural tendency- a propensity to lean and be led toward our creator in the individual way and path directed within our own distinction. God knows how to reach those who are apt to reach back.

As many ignorantly judge others based on their own personal reflections or flaws, God and those who are enveloped by him judge by truth, and the spirit of discernment.

It can be the least one would expect who is the closest to God.

The ones who are the farthest from God can have the appearance of godliness but no godliness is within them. They are full of filth, dirt and deceit.

A church is the house of God. A house of God is not a physical building. It is an internal building that firmly houses one.- latoya lawrence

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy To Be Single

 

Some people act as if marriage is a badge of honor.

Marriage is an institution I never admired or desired.

I knew since childhood I was not ever going to get married.

The idea of having a boyfriend or lover did not appeal to me either.

I did not want any man sitting up underneath me every day- and I still don’t.

I do not like kissing or cuddling with the opposite sex.

I do not need attention, affection, or support from the opposite sex- I never have. The thought is inconceivable to me.

A romantic relationship with anyone is out of the question there is no chance of it ever happening.

The other person would just be left hurt, disappointed, scorned and/or defeated by their inability to get a rise out of me heart-wise or psychologically if their rejection or hurt initiated them to retaliate against me within any way.

I know this for a fact.

 

 

I have already been through this situation many years ago with men who got mad at me for not wanting them. I was a heart-breaker without a conscious and without even trying to be.

I was not a monster I just do not understand the certain feelings of others that I myself do not have. Nor do I want to understand them when it comes to love relationships.

And- forget about sex! The human penis has always been a huge turn off to me.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. What may look good to one person may not look good to another.

I never cared what anyone thought about the way I looked. I was always considered very attractive but what mattered was that I truly like the way that I looked even if no one else in the world did.

My self-esteem was never built on the judgment of others.

I value myself and I am very self-confident. I value one’s character over anything.

I was born to be single as far as I am concerned.

I am single yet romantically unavailable, I would not have myself any other way.

Self-Love, Confidence  And Fulfillment  Comes From Within

 

Bon Voyage

 

I had the opportunity to go to Rio de Janeiro, Brazil when I was twelve years of age but I did not want to go.

Since I didn’t want to go my mother did not go either. She would not have gone to another country and left me behind.

The trip to Brazil may have been interesting, I don’t know, I really do not care. I have no regrets.

I was not one fascinated by travel.

I did not mind visiting other states as I have done yet when it came to visiting other countries I always declined.

I have family and friends who have explored overseas and I think their tours of alluring, exotic places are wonderful.

It is just not my thing.

I will stick to the United States as my family originated in Halifax, Virginia.

 

 

I come from southern folk. African American, Native American (Cherokee and Blackfoot Indian), and European (English) bloodline.

I prefer my native land.

I have relatives that are still located in different parts of Virginia, Florida, Georgia, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, North Carolina and within other states.

I have visited a friend in New Hampshire, relatives in South Carolina.

I have been to Pennsylvania, Connecticut, Maryland, Delaware and a few more states.

There are many beautiful countries and lovely cultures out there within our huge world.

A friend was telling me last week how she would like to visit and revisit a few countries in the near future.

I will keep my travel restricted to America, nevertheless.

 

Once Upon A Time At The Mall

 

I and a friend were on the phone talking earlier in the week.

We got on the subject of shopping malls. How the one’s we used to visit often or occasionally years ago are no longer an entertaining attraction.

None of the malls are like they were they have really gone downhill.

Even the strip malls have lost the appeal they had.

These places at one time were decorated with the finest of features that stroked interest and activities. Popular stores, famous eateries, variety shops and more. Crowd-pleasers that kept consumers coming back for more.

Sure, people still return to the malls yet the magic is gone.

What was at a time exciting is now dull, boring or mediocre.

I remember the days when talk of the mall inspired enthusiasm to take the trip there.

Green Acres, Roosevelt Field, Queens Center- none of these New York malls have the spark that lit their fire back in the day.

My friend talked about a few spectacular malls in other countries.

After our discussion, I had not planned or thought about going to a mall and ended up visiting one the next day on the spur.

I went, I did what I had to do, I was in need of an item not available at another place I had traveled to.

My Neighborhood mall is not as big as the other malls I mentioned but it is a convenient place, and has a few major retail store outlets that draw faithful consumers.

 

Cafe Talk

 

 

During my four-hour shift Friday morning in between work I and an elderly woman of German descent who I was working with sat at a cozy in-door/outdoor cafe.

I was going to pay for my own item but she would not allow me to.

The woman insisted on buying my drink.

She ordered a coffee and a Danish with custard; I had an apple juice.

We sat in an enclosed patio section by windows and had a lovely time of getting acquainted with one another.

When I was a youngster, I was always under people older than me. When I got older, I still mostly hung around with people who were older than me, and they really liked me a lot and I learned a lot from being around them.

I had an old soul and could relate better with those who were older compared to most who were within my own age group at the time.

I always got along with people of all ages, nationalities, and ethnicities as I myself come from biracial bloodline.

So, I am full of diversity in all spectrums of my life from spiritual to cultural to intellectual.

The elder woman and I shared tales of life. She told me about her past, her family members, things she hopes and plans for the future while she is still here on this earth.

She told me about living in Germany before she came to America.

We laughed about things. Talked about things in society. Enjoyed our drinks, she, her pastry.

Then we left the Cafe, resumed doing our work together and laughed and talked more.

I like good people. The woman and I had a harmonious connection, and a start to building a healthy and trustworthy occupational relationship.

 

 

 

The Company One Keeps

 

As a sojourner I continue to listen to God over listening and trusting in the world

I will never stop learning, growing and being made into the individual that he created me to be.

We who live in spirit should constantly beware and be wise.

I was always careful who I associated myself with.

I had no desire to be bothered or to allow just anyone into my circle.

Of course, everyone who comes into our lives are not meant to stay, they do not always have our best interest.

Some who mean us well are not always meant to stay either yet God may allow them to cross our paths as stones to step upon.

I have known these truths early on within life and it had done me a great service to heed warnings, to recognize red flags, and to appreciate whatever enlightenment there was to receive or uncover upon my journey.

 

 

 

 

Happy Times: Strong Family Ties

 

There are a lot of fond memories I have of life with various family members at particular times.

Yet the most favorite times was spent with my mother.

I remember when I was around five or six, and my mother and I were living in our own apartment in Long Island City, New York.

We had moved from my grandmother’s house in Queens Village.

One of my aunts had eventually moved not too far away from us into that area later on too.

 

My great grandmother lived in Manhattan. I forgot where my uncle was living at the time.

The rest of my extremely large family were all over the place from different boroughs to different states.

My mother and I shared some good times there in Queensbridge before we moved back to our family home when the neighborhood area started to get bad.

I loved the environment we were in. I loved the things we used to do together. I liked our apartment. I loved the school I went to and my little best friend whose name was Kim.

I had a wonderful early childhood of bonding, loving, learning, growing and having fun.

 

 

 

 

Really Good People Are Hard To Come By: I Have Been Lucky To Be In The Company Of The Well-Suited From Time To Time

 

This is a huge world with all types of people.

All of us are not going to take to, connect with, or get along with every single person we encounter or come across within this lifetime.

Nevertheless, I have really met and dealt with some people who have treated me with sincerity, reasonableness, kindness, and generosity.

Intelligent people who I could have deep meaningful discussions with.

People who I could just chill and laugh with.

It is nice to still know with all of the fucked-up people in this society that there are and will always be others out there who are compatible with us even if we are all outnumbered by the rest of the assholes out there!

 

 

 

 

 

 

An Outing Today In The Season

 

The weather was gorgeous today when I left out this morning.

Such a wonderful change from the humidity  last week.

I traveled to long Island, New York as I often do from time to time. I live in a nice area of Queens, and I am not too far from beautiful parts of Nassau County.

I took in the beauty of scenery.

I ran an errand, did some shopping, then returned to rest and relax for the day I have off.

Earlier, while I was at an office I and a member of staff struck up a discussion.

The woman was around my age or older. We spoke of the world and the people within it- how things have really changed since we grew up. Life was much better then compared to now.

There are so many sick-minded people and sick things going on now more than ever, we agreed.

It was just a reminder of how grateful I am to be one who had a taste of what once was along with having remained a good, sensible person no matter whatever else changed.

We should never let the seasons of life alter our weathers. We are to weather each season to the best of our life.

 

 

 

 

My Vagina

 

Some may find me to be a bore since I never was a whore.

I have never smoked, I have never drunk alcohol, I have never done drugs, and I have never been arrested.

I was classified as a good girl growing up and just about everyone in my neighborhood was aware of me being unlike the majority.

Many were very jealous of me, some were proud of me, admired me, and were inspired by me- yet I was just me.

Unafraid, unabashed and uninfluenced by this society.

I was never promiscuous or interested in sex.

There were a lot of men and women who found me to be pretty and/or sexy, however, their projection had nothing to do with my affection.

I was always classy and a bit sassy but really just high-spirited.

I never had sexual intercourse as a teenager. I wasn’t having sex during my twenties. I didn’t have sex in my thirties, and I still don’t have sex now that I am in my forties and to me, I am exciting!

It is exciting to stand out from the crowd. It is exciting to be unlike the world.

It is exciting to live pure within spirit.

I have never been lustful. I think it is disgusting the way this society constantly promotes sex.

I find pleasure and satisfaction in love, knowledge, spiritual endowment and spiritual empowerment.

We don’t have to take our clothes off to have a good time. My moments of ecstasy and climax have all been while I was fully dressed in the beauty of the things that bring to me my true joy and fulfillment.

(https://latoyalawrenceblog.wordpress.com/2021/10/20/sex-doing-it-or-not/)

P.S. I am not condoning or promoting abortion. However, when it comes to a woman’s body and whether or not she chooses to be intimate or not, or whether she decides to have a child or not it is completely her choice. This is a control issue and the government has no right to decide what we do with our own bodies. People who consider it a moral issue need to mind their business as that is between the individual and God. We will all answer for our actions one day. God knows a person’s heart and situation he is the only true judge.

 

 

 

 

Hooray For Back In The Day!

When I was growing up as a child, we had clean fun.

Some of us were allowed to stay outside on our block until or after 1am.

We didn’t have to worry about getting killed, kidnapped, or caught up into any kind of trouble.

We were creative and knew how to keep ourselves occupied with a variety of activities.

We rode our bikes, jumped rope (Double-Dutch) played tag, hide and seek. We played video games, we played with our toys, watched movies, and everything our imaginations and resources inspired us to do.

Those were the good old days!

I would hate growing up as a child now within this day and age. The children these days will never know the quality of certain things and items as many great establishments came to an end and products are now poorly manufactured.

Back in the day, the music was better, cinema was better, the style and material of clothing was better and etc….

The world has changed for the worse in some aspects and for the better in certain other aspects.

LaToya: Blessed, Never Stressed!

 

I am so blessed. Everything within my life is going so well.

I have all of the things that I need, I am not lacking for anything, and I have particular loyal and wonderful people around me who are genuine.

Ever since I was a little girl, I have noticed the luck and protection I continuously have which is really just a result of the high favor that is bestowed upon me by my creator.

I am the daughter of the highest and no one can touch me.

The knowledge, wisdom, confidence and strength that I carry is fierce!

I love myself dearly, I respect myself highly. I am very proud of the individual that I am.

I have lived a clean, meaningful life. I am a good person. I always possessed energy that generated and that radiated at a high vibration.

I have an authentic purity that no one can contaminate or destroy.

I never cared about what people thought or said. I have a mind of my own, no one can control me and no one can stop me from doing anything that I want to do or put my mind to.

I know that I am a very rare and unique individual, I always was and that is what makes me so special and why people who are close to me love me so much.

However, I never needed the acceptance or approval of others to feel good about myself. I have that inner self-assurance and foundation within my true identity as one who is highly gifted.

I never worry about anything.

Everything is always going to turn out okay as it always has because God is the one who is in control and he fights all of my battles. No one on this earth gets away with the negativity they put out.

They will answer for it one way or another whether it is in this life or when they enter into the next (when they die).

We can absolutely take up for ourselves, fight for what we believe in, and express our truths but when it comes to revenge no one will handle it better than the Lord!

Leave it all to God.

We have to laugh at ignorant people and people who do dirt because all they are doing is setting themselves up for their own downfalls. So, continue to be happy, enjoy the peace and authority the Lord gives over us and don’t follow the perversity of this sick world.¬†latoya lawrence.

Age Is No Factor When God Decides To Bless You

I am at the age of forty-six now. However, it did not take me to get a specific age to acquire particular knowledge.

I gained wisdom early on within my youth. I knew what life was about by the age of twelve.

I was born with spiritual and intellectual gifts that made me wise in ways that certain people did not appreciate. Those who were not on the level themselves who gave off negative energy.

I knew things outside the ordinary range, beyond the normal sensory range of contact/area. I had the faculty to perceive things or events in the past, present, and future.

The scientific name for what I was born with is extrasensory perception/clairvoyance.

I have enhanced by learning extra, but I already knew much of what I know now that many people take years to learn through age, and by their own personal experience. Through experience within things some people still do not grasp on correctly and they walk through life with false perception and misrepresentation of life factors.

I had a lot of problems with negative people growing up because I was bright.

However, I do not understand why certain people thought that because they did not know particular things when they were younger that I was not supposed to either while I was at a young age.

People have a tendency to generalize and to reflect their inadequacies or insecurities onto others, especially when the aspect is common to them.

Some people do not want to accept another person who is younger than them to know more or just as much as they do because of ego or reasons of bias.

In fact, I knew more than they did in regard to particular matters within their older age. If I tried to correct an older person when they made an error, or tried to explain where I was coming from, they would react nasty or disdainful.

Not all people reacted within this fashion toward me only a “specific type”.

When I was younger there were positive people who told me and my mother that they were nowhere near the level that we was on when they were at my age.

I have been called unique, rare, strange, brilliant, and crazy (by jealous people). I don’t care. To me, I am just a spiritual person having a human experience continuing to grow on my journey in trusting and understanding my purpose and relationship with God.

I was always ahead of my time, advanced in ways that came without anyone having to teach me.

My mother and I were able to teach ourselves as youngsters. When we went to school, we exceled in the subjects we were strong in.

School did not make us smart, though, we were already adept to begin with.

Yes. One can be self-taught within a lot of things, especially within life experience.

School does not necessarily make one bright.

Education is the process of learning, acquiring knowledge of or skill in something by study, encounter, or being taught. The setting is irrelevant when things are ascertained.

I know plenty of people who attended school who are not smart.

Intelligence is something one is born with.

Knowledge or information is gained, and comes through and within various forms.

It is whether or not one is able to grasp what they learn.

As a person, and as an adult, I have never treated one inferior just because they were younger. I never tried to use my age as a weapon.

Just because one is older does not necessarily make one wiser.

There are young people who can teach an older person something just as there are older people who can teach the young many things.

I don’t consider myself to know everything at all. And I am definitely not the smartest person in the world. I am ahead within the gifts I possess, and I have a lot of knowledge, but I don’t want to know everything. I just know I have a heightened sense and connection to a realm within life that I was always familiar with.

Acknowledging our capabilities is not an expression of conceit or an exaggerated opinion of oneself when one is level-headed and logical. God wants us to be aware of who we are and the things that he equipped within us to have and accomplish to show his glory. Within our ability is a sample of God’s incredibility.

I write this as an encouragement to those who have been mistreated by older folks that have a tendency to manipulate, corrupt, hold-back, or mislead, because they cannot stand to see a younger individual who did not mess up or get caught into the same perils of life they once did.

Instead of being an example to cheer one on, they would rather drag another down as that younger person may have been a reminder of all they could have been, or wanted to be at one time or another in life.

We are blessed with certain gifts that God bestows upon us and some of us are anointed at a very young age.

God makes no mistakes. Do not let anyone tell you what you are not, what you do not know, or what you are not capable of doing.

When God enables us for his intention no one can disable us through attempting to bring about our suspension.

 

 

 

My True Source Of Help

The Lord is my best friend. He is the one I go to for help.

Aside from my mother, I would depend on him before I would depend on anyone else.

God was always ready, willing, and able to help me even when I did not know that he had already taken charge of my situation ahead of time.

Isn’t he a mighty rock¬†in the nick of time?!¬†¬†

There are people we interact with and who help us out in life such as, parents, doctors, teachers, and so on, but none of them can bring aid or relief to us in the way that God does.

From my own personal experience, it has always been God who was able to fix and to correct my situation because he is the only one who truly knew every core of my inner being and where to operate.

I never needed a counselor, therapist, or shoulder to cry on (aside from my mother), ever in my life. All I needed was a spiritual advisor, and I speak the truth!

Only a higher power was able to solve my specific problem, conflict, or difficulty. Whatever it was that was missing only God could replace it for me.

It is still this way today.

A force to prevent me to seek help from where there is no requirement unto what would not be understood.

When my circumstance does occasionally arise, the affairs are derived mostly from a spiritual aspect that connects to my physical elemental situation.

God comprehends in the ultimate way that others cannot.

I lift up my eyes to the mountains‚ÄĒ where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, who made heaven and earth! -Psalms 121: 1-2

 

 

 

Our Needs Will Always Be Met

I do not take anything for granted. I am always thankful and grateful within the ways that I am blessed.

All throughout my life I have noticed how God has taken very good cared of me. He has been constant and extremely consistent.

I look at some people who are unfortunate in their situations, life is uncertain and we never know what predicament may come upon us. It is rational to wonder and to think ahead, especially with so many unpredictable things that often take place. However, we are not to worry, and we are not to compare ourselves to others using their circumstance as a maybe of what can happen to us- even though things do sometimes happen.

Yet, many things that seem tragic do not necessarily promote a negative outcome. When a door closes a window opens and sometimes it is just time to move on to a higher path upon our journey. The Lord does bring good out of the bad events that occur within our lives.

Things come along to refine us, enhance our growth, and to makes us even stronger to accomplish what we are put here to do on earth until we return to our final eternal home.

We are to always put our hope and faith in God.

My inner-voice of spirit speaks to me whenever in doubt, or within concern about something. It lets me know that everything is going to be okay. From experience I have no choice but to accept this truth and to keep moving forward. There is no other option.

The Lord fulfills on his promises to never leave, abandon, or fail to provide.

I have a strong relationship with God, one with a long history of incredible things received beyond expectation.

With the Lord there within me, beside me, and everywhere around me I am safe and secure knowing that my future and more is already being worked out for my preparation and advancement into a greater intention.

I have a happiness when there should be sadness. I have peace and relaxation when there should be worry or anxiety. I have entertainment and enjoyment when I should have boredom and disgust.

Why? Because I am supposed to as a human creature who is in this world but definitely not of it!

I learned years ago from my encounters that a strong faith sees the invisible, believes the impossible, and receives the incredible.

Life can be hard and discouraging at times and within moments, nevertheless we have the comforter who holds all things together then motivates us into action so that we can keep running this race with endurance.

 

 

Using Our Special Talents, Gifts And Faculties

As one genuinely born with second-sight, the inherited gift of extrasensory perception, I am far from a dummy and I have never been anyone’s fool.

One of my strongest gifts from the Lord is sensing things about people in areas that others cannot sense or pick up right away.

I know who to trust and who not to trust, I am an authentic, truthful person, one who is not given to tell lies. I do not appreciate liars, I never have, and I do not entertain such behavior.

The “knowing power”, of wisdom, knowledge, and discernment along with other special spiritual ability, is a gift and blessing bestowed upon me from the Lord to carry out, and to fulfill my purpose for the wonderful plan he always had set before me.

No one can stop the arrangement of God he has the final word in all things.

I fear nothing and no one, the Lord is my protection and shield, he has proven this to me all throughout my life, regardless of the times in the past when I was angry at him for personal reasons of my own.

When people unjustifiably come after me, attempt to do me wrong, tell lies or whatever, God takes care of them every time, so I do not have to fret. God does not let people get away with trying to hinder or harm his children. I leave everything within his mighty hands.

I have never considered myself a failure and I am not, and never will be. None of us who are called by the Lord are. We are conquerors here to partake in our mission whatever that may be, we are not defined by the world’s standard or view of what prosperity and success is.

So to all who walk in the light of the spirit, keep moving forward, God is in control.

Whatever the Lord/Holy Spirit puts in your heart to do carry it out delightfully without hesitation. God is right there beside us all the way. Just believe, pray, listen, and let the Lord continue to lead.

Sincerely, Miss LaToya

Down Memory Lane

I remember a few years ago my mother and I looked at quite a few old family photos and after we went through them all we both enjoyed the time spent doing so.

The photos inspired us to reminisce and discuss moments of past events with laughter, further input, and togetherness.

While we as people don’t have to dwell into the past it is nice to periodically take a walk down memory lane to appreciate the fun, wonderful, meaningful, and life-teaching experiences and encounters that helped to shape and carry us to our present.

Even some of the bad things we may have endured is a testimony to what we were able to overcome, rise above, and triumph from.

We can look back and be thankful for the times we have shared with others and the benefits that was brought into our lives. The beauty of it all allows us to look ahead at what was left behind then take forward everything preciously gathered.

Looking Back

I remember the department stores of my youth such as May’s and Alexander’s. These were great places to shop to pick up anything one needed and great places to get all back-to-school items for the start of each new term.

I use to love Woolworth’s. It was one of the best five & dime stores on our planet. There was one in Manhattan, New York located on Broadway and Amsterdam avenue during the 1980’s.

My mother and I would walk up there from my great-grandmother’s brownstone apartment. They sold the teddy bear hamsters my great-grandmother once purchased for me and the paper dolls my mother and her often bought for me along with other convenient, useful and desirable products.

Those were great memories to look back on and cherish.