On Sunday, August 21, 2016 I woke up in the morning sometime around one or two a.m. I estimate as I did not look at the clock to turn off the fan as I had gotten a little chilly. Right after, I entered straight back into my bed to return to sleep yet I was unable to.
I was kept up by insight and warnings of a paranormal means as I often do during those occasional times whenever I am simultaneously experiencing the activity and operations that automatically notify me of circumstances through my presence itself as well as through my thoughts.
A very sick family that a long time ago lived on my old block by the last name Anderson constantly remained within my mind along with another guy that kept flickering in and out the entire time until my mind became solely occupied with precognitive thoughts of him-I don’t know his name but I’ve written about him in particular many times as he spiritually harassed me with another guy for years after he approached me in the year 2008 as I was on my way home from work one night and the other had approached me at my workplace in the year 2006 on Christmas eve. I often communicated with them two telepathically (https://ladylatoya.wordpress.com/2015/12/25/satanic-measures/).
“Anderson’s” is exactly what was stated as spirit acknowledged to me.
Spirit also had informed to me that the certain members of this family wanted to prevent me from continuing to write and publish posts of what I undergo, have undergone, and what I know. I in the process actually saw visions of them literally desiring and trying to interfere to no avail.
Now I have been writing ever since the age of ten and had the opportunity to get published by a mainstream publisher back then, and I have been blogging and writing on the internet for over ten years utilizing my creativity and talent along with my knowledge and ability. I will never allow anyone to stop or to manipulate me within any form or fashion whether it is verbally or spiritually. I have a celestial calling in life driven by innate and divine influence and it shall be carried out wholeheartedly regardless of who objects or who cannot handle the truth.
By succeeding and continuing to move forward we fiercely show the devil and the demonic that they are not going to win over us.
When my aunt Tina poisoned my food years ago and I was rescued by spiritual guardians(https://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2015/12/29/guardian-spirits/)I had received messages of all kinds including information of how Joanne (a member of the “A” brood) had took part with Tina a long time ago against my mother with indulging in voodoo. I mentioned that bitch here as initials JAF, her maiden last name and other last name by marriage toward the end of this post (https://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2016/08/09/vain-attempt-no-one-can-bring-us-down/) she is the dope fiend junkie/prostitute that had sexual incestuous relations with two of her brothers and had slit her wrist. There is a lot of dirt on her brothers and father as well.
When revelations of the Anderson family subsided then the guy that flickered in and out became the sole preoccupation of my thoughts. He was attempting to make me become amorous and lustful by trying to send me romantic fantasies of him while later also trying to spiritually tamper with my vagina once again as he and that other guy had tried before a few years ago and I had written about here as I consistently kept a track (https://ladylatoya.wordpress.com/2016/02/22/lust-spell/).
These no-good guys wanted to have sex with me in the past and are envious and jealous along with certain others because I love and respect my self and my body, and they could not talk about me truthfully within any sexual and derogatory way.
Demonic people endeavor to take/steal away our good and positive energy because they operate on such a very low level of vibration with one another that they are unable to naturally generate energy on their own to come up to our high level of vibration so they desperately have the need to rob and to drain us of our good luck and other good attributes to use for their bad purposes. No matter what, though, by trying to get our energy will not bring them up from where they are yet we still have to fight by staying aware and unyielding to their tactics that are intended for our destruction.
To others some of us unique individuals are considered strange or not normal and mainly because many of us that are within the rare category do not do the same things that everyone else does, nor do we think, feel or react within the same fashion as the ordinary.
As we are very unlike the average and strongly linked to the supernatural we are found to be quite mysterious and interesting as people learn from us and then sometimes even try to copy/duplicate us I’ve experienced this all throughout life.
I have never considered myself to be weird within any of my differences that were innate and that had come natural to me. To me, I was completely normal within my own right, and I was, and still am.
I consistently felt secure and proud within my distinction.
People often look at us as strange human beings because we do not fit into the usual mode of the majority yet what others never seemed to understand is that we may also often look at them as the ones who are ‘bizarre’ as they do not fit into the usual mode of our uncommon minority.
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.
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In Virginia, someone had slipped mescaline into Charise’s soda, and she was raped repeatedly. While she was under the influence of the drug three guys one of whom was Mrs. Boatwright’s son Larry Butler and his cousin “Gerard” whose name was Henry Frasier took turns having sexual intercourse with her. Afterwards, they drugged her some more. Revenge seemed to be the motive hurting Charise was a way of getting even for her having beat up their friend.
Charise was very incoherent and she was hallucinating. As a result of all this Charise spent time in a psychiatric facility. Different types of medications were prescribed and she would have to be on medication for the rest of her life.
No report to the police department was made about what had happened Catherine was in a state of denial in her mind no harm had been done by the assailants.
“Nobody did anything to her”, said Catherine. She didn’t care about her baby daughter.
When Charise was admitted into Elmhurst hospital back in the early eighties we came to find out that Larry’s mother, father and sister worked there and closely monitored her to make sure that she was further incapable of revealing the truth about what was done to her yet Larry and the others went around bragging about the incident and never did any jail time.
In fact, when I had brought this up to someone in the 1990’s they had informed to me how they remembered them bragging about it.
So why not brag about it now? Why is it supposed to be a secret after I wrote about it just as other dirt done by perpetrators?
There is consistently justice within the spirit world that is in accordance to the very physical universe that is around and that is surrounding us and no matter how long that it may take retribution to occur it does come well-served and well deserved even after it is long forgotten about because time frame is totally different within the spirit realm I’ve mention before a few years ago that one of Charise rapist’s got brutally killed while I still lived on that block I remember the day of the funeral as I was on my way home from work (http://www.nydailynews.com/news/crime/queens-da-cops-stop-blood-gang-article-1.352802) charged with fatally stabbing Persian GulfWar veteran Henry Frasier, 40, during a May 10 fight over an NBA playoff game. He had even suffered a long battle with schizophrenia before he died.
One day if not already, all will get their’s, it is inevitable.
Larry and many members of his family for years now have been crackheads but I doubt that is the ultimate.
Chapter three titled “Death” signified my grandfathers untimely demise and the mystery behind it.
In the beginning of August 1977, the family received a phone call, Willie Sr was dead. His body had been found in the Hudson river, naked and decomposed. He was identified after his fingerprints were examined and matched up with his army records.Willie’s face and body looked severely burned his height was the only way that he was recognized. After the river consumed Willie’s body and left him to drift along it’s waters the heat from the sun had cooked him.
During the early seventies my grandfather Willie Mason Lawrence worked as an assistant dispatcher for the New York City Transit Authority and at his job a bottle was thrown down to the ground toward his body by an individual. The glass bottle broke directly at his feet the evil street symbol to signify death.
Willie Sr was a highly intelligent man and his sharpness could not be denied not even by a neighbor on the block where we lived who admitted it to my mother years ago who worked in the same field of work as he did and had known his professional capabilities. My grandfather also had the gift of extrasensory perception that is why he was called “crazy” by assholes he knew too much and told of the harassment that he experienced with these sick individuals.
Trash wants to cover up his murder by saying that he committed suicide, that is pure bullshit. That may be what they made it look like or wanted it to look like but there are members of the family who never believed that and I his grand-daughter LaToya definitely knows the truth as I saw it in a vision a long time ago while I was asleep what really happened.
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There are many who lie and that try to manipulate through countless and various form of technique as they are accustomed to steal, cheat and sabotage by their deliberate means of sickness and functioning, those who are miserable and who’d none other than like to make another sick and miserable just in the same.
Personal shortcomings render some of these people unable to handle or to cope with the harsh reality of their lives, conflict that is deeply rooted from within allow them to believe in their own states of illusion and delusion that they tend to overcompensate for due to the fact that they often tend to lie so much to themselves as well as they do to certain others. In doing so creates a zone of protection, a safety net identifying their false sense of security that justifies their overall distorted view of what they comprehend as tackle and survival, the only way of life that they know how.