To Or To Not Forget🧸🌷

 

Our minds are a place where we store and collect. Where we deliberate and rationalize.

It is also a place where impressions materialize.

Reminders of events depicted within visionary, auditory or conceptual representation.

Our reflection of memories.

Indelibly painted imprints and images embedded in the brain.

Somethings are forgotten. Some things are remembered as clearly as day.

Sometimes what was totally forgotten can be triggered by something to be recalled again in an instant.

Some memories of things or events become cloudy or totally forgotten to never emerge from the fog of forgetfulness.

Memories that reflect to us are a great benefit bestowed to us upon nature. A blessing to our well-being.

Good, bad, and neutral memories serve to assist within our review, study, attest, and mirror of what we experience and consciously, unconsciously, or subconsciously absorb. –latoya lawrence

 

Great Minds Versus Small Minds🧠🤯

 

Small-minded, ignorant, or narrow-minded people form judgements, speculations or assumptions about others or situations based on their own generalizations, speculations, insecurities or unproven conjectures.

People who are on the level or who have open minds that are broad within a wise/objective/reasoned way of analytical thought process know and respect the vast array of human distinction.

They make judgements or considerations based on another person’s own individuality. Not based on preconceived notions, the typical familiarity of common reactions, behaviors, feelings or mindsets.

Great minds are fully aware of the absolute and possibility thereof when it comes to the diversity within nature and flourishing/development within unique human beings. –latoya lawrence

I Am A Drafted Soldier Selected By God🕊🕊🕊

 

I remember in my teenage years and in my early adulthood how I viewed life as nothing.

To me, it still is nothing but at the same time it is something meaningful that means nothing.

I spend and have spent days/years just killing time as I never cared about this world, yet I have had to always keep going on account of a God that has me here for purposes of his own that I do not delight in at all.

Yes, I have no problem coping with or managing this life as my life has shown and proved that I can handle anything. The problem is this life in the present world is unnatural to a natural way that life should be.

A lot of what is deemed normal is not normal.

Why did this plan have to include me? With all the people God created why drag me into this ridiculous shit that has nothing to do with me?

I have been blessed but these certain anointings have never been enough to make living here in the world with all the dumb shit and shit I could care less about worth my while.

I was always ahead of my time and pissed off because God put me here- feeling that I did not belong here and deserved better.

God claims to love but what kind of love would bring me to a place that I despise?

He gave me and gave certain others knowledge but what is the purpose of knowing things when we have no real control over anything and no guarantees in life but to one day die?

Are we just to know that no matter what we have experienced and possess through seasons of happiness and hardships we are still just mere dust that can be blown away at any time?

When I look back at a lot of life that has passed by, I really do not see the point or the purpose in the things I have gone through or encountered.

Most of the things I know now I already knew back when I was much younger.

Many things that excite and that are looked upon as significant to others are not appealing or anything relevant to me.

I did not need to witness or observe accounts of what I considered to be sick shit among other people -or to be successfully delivered through undesirable trials and tribulations- to know or to understand God’s power as I have.

To me, God’s force was always evident. But I was made to be an individual put into a world just like everyone else to undergo inevitable life situations.

What is the point of being in the world if one is truly not of it even if they are born into imperfection?

My resentment in the past for God came from my perceived view of his character and I still hold a little resentment toward him as I do not appreciate things about him that I do not understand as to his reasons why he lets things in life be.

Nevertheless, it is what it is.

I have been tired of this fucked up world since my teenage years yet still strong enough to endure every moment of it.

 

One Who Will Always Hold Her Own🌼

 

Sorry, (And I am not apologetic for speaking the truth) but from my observation some so called Christians strike me as rejects who do not know how to think for themselves.

They sound like wind up dolls who repeat doctrine like hypnotized puppets/flunkies.

I believe in God and know scripture; however, I am not, never was, and never will be the type to bow down to a way of thinking, speaking, or doing by being trained from the instruction or psychology that does not relate to my knowledgeable consciousness of vibration.

My identity can never be taken away by religious, societal or familiar influence held by those who do not challenge what does not pertain to or apply to all.

Some individuals have no backbone.

I could not remain at peace if I was not able to be my true self in mind and within attitude.

The Truth: I Have A Very Strong Mind And Spirit That No One Can Break Through❤

 

I speak the truth. It is true that the truth will set one free. All one must do is Boldy speak it.

It does not matter if one believes or not, just if one knows their own truth and lets it be known.

I have never been known as a liar. I have always had strong credibility among those who count.

My mother taught me as a young child and told me- if you tell me the truth, I can always help you.

Wise words spoken by an exceptional mother.

Why lie to the person on earth who loves you the most and who would fight to the ends of the earth in your honor and defense?

I am amazed at the power released into the universe by having the courage and spunk to speak the truth with such ease and eagerness.

It comes as second nature to me.

Truth is a powerful, wonderful, and dangerous weapon against any lie or falsehood.

 

Michael Is Mad Because I Never Been Dogged Out By A Man🙀😂😹😁😸

 

 

Asshole still will not move on. He is such a pathetic piece of trash/shit.

And while there are women out there who are indeed whores sex is not a tool or action that can be used against a woman to determine her worth or lower her value.

As he is only able to obtain skanks and shack up with his main skank do not get mad at me for loving myself and having high standards.

Asshole needs to give up with his tired black magic attempts at trying to take away my confidence, strength and dignity as he cannot defeat me. If anything, I am the one who can destroy him spiritually.

This Latin nigger is funny. He think he can drive me crazy with burning candles and shit.

He is very lucky I do not call upon my Orishas anymore. Elegba, Ogun, Orunmila, Oshun and Ochosi would have destroyed his ass!

Asshole did not know I was born with the power of a priestess.

I leave everything to God. Give people enough rope they eventually hang themselves.

Why do I attract some of the most ill fuckers who should have known beforehand that they never stood a chance with me?

They could have saved themselves the wasted effort and self-humiliation of being exposed by one who can literally “read” them.

Voodoo/Black Magic/Witchcraft Does Not Work On Me! The Negativity Does Not Take Affect! My Mind Cannot Be Influenced Or Manipulated By Bullshit. Get That Through Your Fucking Head- Retard!

I have never been hurt mentally or emotionally by any man and I never will be.

To me, a man is nothing to get hurt over.

I am not and never have been the type of girl/lady/woman/female that a man could use or take advantage of I was not wired that way.

I was never weak, docile or naive when it came to men.

I was born with that extra sensory perception, strong spirit of discernment and unconventional individuality that made me unique in my own way.

Of course, anyone can lie and make up stories to tarnish or downgrade someone’s reputation, but no one can ruin anyone unless they allow them to.

Women who share my likeness know when a man means absolutely nothing to her that their petty words and tall tales will not do shit to disturb or affect her.

A reputation is only what people think or believe one to be- character is what truly defines one.

There were and are negative people with a low-mindset- till this day- still jealous of me because I have never been dogged out by any man.

If I were to have had sex with anyone it would have been on my terms and not because of any smooth talk or whatever “game” a man thought he had to use to pull or play a woman.

Like I have said many times before there are women who use men just like some of them use women- they just use one another with no attachment or feelings involved.

There are women who use men for sperm, and it is not about the sex. I know personally a man could never do anything for me sexually.

Unfortunately, sex is the only way to make a baby unless one has the thousands of dollars it takes to go through numerous procedures of invitro fertilization.

A woman does not need a man for sexual pleasure. Women have clitorises they can stimulate and climax with. The instance is perfectly normal and healthy for them to self-explore and know their body.

Of course, every man is not out to hurt, use, deceive, or disgrace a woman when she does not cater to his ego.

There are good, mature, men out there with sense who do not even entertain or possess these certain mindsets/attitudes.

A lot of narcissistic men have deep-rooted psychological and insecurity issues.

Many of them are the way they are on account of their mothers fucking their heads up in the process while they were being raised.

Some of them were not correctly informed by mommy about the diversity within life or some of them were spoiled by mommy in a bad way.

Mommy enabled them and boosted them up in an unrealistic fashion that when they enter the real world to encounter women of substance they cannot cope with the reality.

In other circumstances mommy did not give some of them the love and attention they needed.

 

 

International Women’s Day

 

 

While I got a ride from work today by an associate of mine, she brought up today being International Women’s Day.

She mentioned how we need more women leadership and women in power.

And how we need to get these crazy men out of office.

 

 

I totally agreed with her, and I added that the time for this change is far overdue.

She acknowledged how we have a few wacky women in congress and other places that need to go too.

However, for the most part things would be better if more women ran the show.

 

Living Out One’s Truth: A Healthy Form Of Contentment

 

In a world where impressions matter to many, truths are what truly mattered to me.

Not projecting a facade of what is acceptable for the sake of being accepted.

I found it impossible for me to put on a disguise as I am not one to be a people pleaser.

There is a time for courtesy, professionalism, diplomacy, and respecting certain boundaries as well as a time when to justifiably cross them.

It is so important to live out one’s truth even if that genuineness and loyalty to self within self-preservation according to one’s own distinct nature causes a reproach within others due to what goes beyond their own comprehension and/or level of discernment.

I have been lied upon, misunderstood, judged for things I have never done, criticized for not being able to be controlled by others, and I have been the object of other people’s vicious gossip, envy and jealousy just like many other people of substance in life have.

All other people’s negativity did was cause me to become further resilient and despise and look down upon these individuals more than I already had beforehand.

As one who is extremely stubborn no one can make me do anything I do not want to do, and no one can stop me from doing anything that I want to do.

I have noticed an innate force within me that refused to allow me to be deterred from possessing the essential liberty that is instilled within me to express and prevail.

I was naturally inspired to continue to move forward unaffected.

Permitting others, the opportunity to dictate or restrict one’s path and future out of fear/intimidation or discouragement only prevents one’s celestial discovery, steady growth, and ultimate evolution.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We Are Not A Reflection Of What Others Reflect

 

There are people who often recognize or acknowledge some of us for who they want us to be instead of who we really are.

They form judgements or have preconceived notions based on generalized perceptions of what they believe we represent through our perceived lifestyle, words, or manner of bearing in which we conduct ourselves.

Some conclusions that others draw may be accurate, partially accurate or just plain wrong altogether.

One cannot be genuinely defined according to conjecture, hearsay, rumor, false assumption or a standard of what one is familiar with and/or accustomed to.

So many factors, shape, make up and contribute to diverse individuals and their behavior.

As soon as one behaves or responds contrary to another person’s sense of belief or reasoning, they may become shocked, disappointed, or even critical toward the other person.

This instance is not an illustration that the people or person in question necessarily did something wrong or acted out of character. It is an example of others whose expectation or notion of what they built up within their own way of thinking projecting upon the surface.

I experienced a long time ago (from my childhood on up) how people would put their own insecurities, ignorance, and negativity onto me and others who they differed from or were jealous towards.

I without a doubt knew that their judgment or lack thereof did not coincide with reality.

Their actions and behavior reflected themselves, who they truly were, and had absolutely nothing to do with me!

 

 

The Reading

 

I had seen previews for Lee Daniels 2023 BET horror/thriller movie “The Reading” starring Mo’Nique last week.

The first time I saw one of the coming attractions I did not think much of the film- not really paying too much attention to it.

The second time I saw a commercial for The Reading it struck me as eerily spooky.

The BET television premiere for the film is set to air on March 14, 2023, but I did not want to wait that long.

So, after midnight this morning I watched The Reading on Amazon Prime- and I was not at all disappointed.

I loved the way the movie started off. It was intense and did not waste a moment to delve into the story.

Around the middle of the film there was a shocking, unexpected twist that threw me off.

I thought it was going to be a spirit haunting type of movie with something going wrong through the spirit-medium who gave the chilling psychic readings.

I was ready to lightheartedly fear what I thought may come about. Everything was getting so freaky and exciting!

Even though the film went in another direction it was still entertaining.

The Reading was action-packed, full of suspense, and ruthlessly gore with Mo’Nique’s character.

I loved that the movie depicted an African American girl with genuine clairvoyant/psychic ability (the woman played her part well as well as all the other actors and actresses) because we do exist, and we are out here in the world.

Race or ethnicity has nothing to do with one being born with preternatural ability, yet we rarely see people of color who possess these gifts shown in the media unless it is a portrayal of some stereotypical voodoo shit!

 

 

 

Poison Penises And Vicious Vaginas

 

When people think of assault or murder it is usually through the methods of stabbing, shooting, strangling, knocking one out through blunt force trauma, substance/chemical poisoning, and so on.

But voodoo/black magic/witchcraft by tampering to influence or harm people, and the intentional sexual pollutants of bodily fluids are also disgusting forms of crime inflicted on other individuals.

HIV/AIDS has come a long way since originally hitting the scene to become widely known from the late seventies to the early eighties.

There are advanced anti-viral drugs on the market to lower viral load to the point of it almost becoming undetectable or non-detectable considering intercourse with an infected person to be so-called safe sex.

There are plenty of other diseases out there that are transmitted through sexual contact and some venereal diseases that can be caught without having sexual contact with anyone at all.

The problem is not with the diseases themselves but with scandalous people who know they are infected with disease and knowingly pass them on to others freely without any concern or decency.

Some people will intentionally spread their infections out of bitterness with the attitude of “I am dying so I will take others with me”.

People have different reactions and motives for why they do things.

Some just do not care.

Some think if they spread their disease to a person or people that they give the disease to these people will have to stay with them or within their sexual circle (which fittingly does not always transpire).

Some just want others to be in their shoes so that they do not feel alone or awkward within their situation, making the circumstance less uncomfortable within their bearings.

All I can say is that this is a wild dangerous world with a lot of highly disturbed, treacherous, ruthless and just plain immoral people.

There are also plenty of highly upstanding, good-natured, trustworthy and humane people out there in our world.

If people with sense continue to love and respect themselves and be cautious to thoroughly detect who or what they let into their bodies just as one would with any stranger or foreign object that they would let into their home.

Do not let anyone enter without the proper “checks”. Do not let them check in if they do not correctly check out!

 

 

 

Nostalgia

 

The home decor style of the 60’s and 70’s were not just for hippies and gypsy fortune tellers.

Whether one called them door beads or beaded curtains- bead adornments that decorated the entrances of doorway rooms in the home and within establishments offered a cozy and enchanting ambience to settings that a lot of individuals could appreciate.

I remember as a young child during the late seventies and early eighties, walking through the clear-colored beads that hung from my home, clasping them open, loving the sounds they made while they hit up against one another.

People had many a variety of these beaded curtains.

Some of the people in my neighborhood (next door, across the street, down the block, and blocks away neighbors) had the attractive wooden kind.

Some had bright multicolored ones, and some had ones that were designed in diamond/oval shapes.

Door beads/beaded curtains are a creative way to add character and beauty into a place of residence or business.

The thought also brings to me a wonderful sense of nostalgia to what once was.

There are modern door beads and beaded curtains to decorate our homes with nowadays, but nothing will compare to the essence that held at a time when this style expressed the decade.

 

My Sweetheart: I Love You Baby!💝🍫

 

I love being with you. You make me happy. I have so much fun with you.

You make me laugh with your cute little antics.

You melt my heart each time you look into my eyes. You are so sincere.

I love your wet kisses. I love the way you cuddle in bed beside me.

The first time I saw you I knew we were meant to be together.

Our bond is forever.

This is more than animal attraction- and not just a feeling of puppy love.

You stole my heart; nothing will ever tear us apart.

You are my babe- it is surely agreed- even though you are not of the human breed.

Happy Valentines Day my sweet furball of fire!

A sweet smooch goes out to my favorite pooch.

 

Love Spell? Oh No, I Don’t Think So!

 

I am not going to mention any names but he knows who he is.

Since around Sunday on February 5, 2023 I noticed a few love/attraction/ lust spells tried to be worked upon me.

It began with acknowledgement of the man lusting after me -sexually desiring me- with the attempt to also get me to have a sexual as well as physical attraction to this guy.

Then I began to receive messages that this guy likes me very much.

In the days following, the essence of the love spell relayed to me the other feelings that are intended to sway me.

The motive is to have me like, care for, and possibly fall in love with this guy so I will be drawn to him.

I guess he thinks if he can make me feel this way that I will jump into bed with him.

He thinks that if I have sex with him because of the love spell then walk away from me afterwards that I will somehow be hurt emotionally.

This would be his way of retaliating against me for rejecting him by using an “unnatural” method (love-magic/witchcraft).

I understand that he or his ego may be hurt but witchcraft/black magic/voodoo does not and never has worked on me mentally or emotionally I am far too strong for that.

I am sensitive to energy so I can pick up on the essence and the intent.

I do not understand why some guys have the mentality that they can hurt women by using them for sex.

Every woman is not the same and they do not hold the mentality of being disgraced by negative men who try to humiliate and degrade them in that manner.

There are women who use men for sex too and do not care.

He probably believes in his ignorant mind that I would be hurt the most because I am not the type who goes to bed with anyone at all. So, if he sleeps with me by doing witchcraft then talks badly about me with lies and whatever other stupid games he would be avenged.

He is sick in my opinion.

Love spells should not be done at all- but if they are done- at least people should do them with good/honest intentions instead of selfish ones that intend to hurt others just to have one’s way with them.

Aside from all that, witchcraft/black magic/voodoo is real even if certain people do not believe that it works.

The supernatural instance does not affect everyone but a lot of people do become under the influence of it. If witchcraft/black magic/voodoo does not work on a person mentally, emotionally or physically it can work on them spiritually or materially- through finances and other means.

No matter what, God is always stronger than the devil that is why I am continuously kept aware. I am so grateful and thankful to the Lord for looking out and keeping me protected.

I remember years ago another guy worked a love spell on me to try to get me to love, marry him, and have babies with him.

I do not like people who do these things with ulterior motives to suit themselves, especially against another person’s will.

Why want someone who does not want you back? There is a world full of people on the planet.

What is important is that for people who are interested in relationships to find one’s who are best suited for them.

Right now, with the current guy, I find this action of his kind of exciting as I wonder how much further he will go. I even have a smile on my face at this love spell.

I am a fierce spiritual warrior and I am ready for the battle that God will take care of!

 

 

 

 

Late Start, Early Arrival ⏳😻⏰

 

This past Thursday night I stayed up longer than usual knowing I had to head out the next day.

I stayed up until the wee hours around 3am.

When I awoke later Friday morning, I awakened an hour later than usual due to oversleeping- which was natural due to being tired and needing my rest during the short sleep I took.

When I made it to work, I arrived an extra hour early.

Even though I started my day off a little later than I normally do I still got to my job early doing my natural routines before I leave the house. I did not rush through with anything.

It is sometimes funny how things work out!

God is so good!

 

 

An Entertaining Underrated Classic

 

On Saturday, I watched a classic black and white movie titled “Impact”.

It was a 1949 film that starred Brian Donlevy, Ella Raines, Helen Walker, and Charles Coburn.

When I first read the synopsis, my interest was struck, but the movie turned out better to my liking than I had first imagined.

So many old films or films alike with these types of plots are predictable though this story took a pleasingly different little turn.

I enjoyed this movie from beginning to end.

I also liked the cinematography and the script for that era of time.

The film was about a woman.

She had a man who truly loved her- he thought the world of her. But she was just using him for his money and the luxurious things he could get for her.

The woman had a lover on the side.

One that she incorporated for the scheme in the murder of her unsuspecting husband.

Without giving away the entire storyline- Everything seemed to have gone as planned, however, what was planned did not at all go as it had seemed.

There is a detective on the scene who is on the style of Alfred Hitchcock within characteristics while distinguishing a style of his very own in solving this case of a death that is not what it appears.

Throughout, the viewer (us watching the movie) gets to see how things proceed and how they unfold with another sweet piece of entertainment that develops in the storyline with the supposedly deceased character.

What angered me about the film was how the wife had such a faithful, loving husband, who cared about her and thoroughly provided for her regardless of her snooty attitude toward him at times. He treated her like a princess- in return she sets him up to get killed. She was ruthless throughout the story.

It is just a reminder of how dirty people can be just like Patrick Swayze’s character in the movie “Ghost” was set up by someone who was supposed to be his friend to get robbed then all went wrong resulting in his murder.

The thing I appreciated about “Impact” was the killer got what he deserved not realizing he was unsuccessful within his intended fatal venture.

 

A Job Does Not Define One’s Worth

 

I was told twice yesterday by a mature (ninety-five year old) woman of experience that because of the way I look physically, and the way that I carry myself, I should be in movies.

This is not the first time I have been told these words and similar ones alike.

As a teen and young adult, some people would ask me if I was a model and would tell me that I could be one.

Another person told me they saw me as a movie actress type who was supposed to be writing screenplays.

Aside from other things, I could have been a lawyer or a psychologist if I had really wanted and chose to. I have both the smarts and the mindset.

The fact is, I never wanted a life in Hollywood to be broadcast on television, or to be photographed for magazines walking down the runway.

I never had the desire to be a legal representative or mental health specialist either.

Though many of us are qualified or can do or become professionals in more than one area, it does not mean this is a preferred career or path to seek.

Jobs and job labels do not define us as individuals.

Even though there are narrow-minded misinformed people who believe the higher the title or higher the income, the higher the stature.

Someone who does not have a job or who has a job that is considered low rank in comparison to high-level/high-profile jobs can have far more integrity, intelligence, ability than the one touting their so-called credentials.

They may have just not gotten the right opportunity, could have fallen into hard times, did not believe enough within themselves or did not have any support.

There are several reasons and factors for why those who could achieve great heights do not.

A lot of people who are in positions of power or who hold positions that are praised within society are not as adequate as they think they are or would like to believe.

Many of them are nothing but shit! They are as common as they come- there is nothing special about their existence.

Novel within character and mindset unlike the ordinary are what define true standing within its authenticity.

 

 

 

Nobody Can Walk In My Shoes The Way I Have

 

 

I like the shoes that I walk in. They fit me just fine.  Sure, there are other pairs on display I can try on, but they would eventually get raggedy to wear out as they all come a dime a dozen.

The shoes on my feet are especially made for me. There are no other duplicates for anyone else to see. These shoes stand the test of time, they are worth much more than a cheap dime.

They are waterproof, hole-proof, and heel-proof. The proof is in the damage-proof that proved the resiliency in my walk.

I have come a long way in my shoes.

No matter whatever came to be I always kept moving forward never to slide back. The motor in my body never allowed me to be immobile.

The sole of the fabric tells it all, my foot imprinted.

I made a mark- nobody can walk in my shoes as I have without the scratches, scrapes and shitloads of crap not showing upon the surface.

Hell, my shoes still look brand new!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love For The Life Within Me

 

I do not like the way life/the world is in its imperfect state as it is- I never have.

The atmosphere is not my true origin or dwelling.

Life within itself is a beautiful design along with a lot of wonderful things within creation.

It should be what it temporarily could not be.

Aside from my dislike of this undesirable world and many of its undesirable people and its ways of derogatory lifestyle I do like the life that I have.

I am happy with myself, I love the way I live my life, I love myself, I am content with my job, and I am overjoyed living a life natured and nurtured by spirit.

The essence of pure energy adorns my life. 🕊🕊🕊

 

 

 

I Cannot Complain Too Much

 

We all have our ups and downs here and there depending on what each of us individuals consider or define as minor or major bumps in the road of our journey here on earth.

But for the most part life has treated me kindly. I have been fortunate in many areas of travel throughout the interesting ride of this physical plane.

 

Riding The Wave Of Peace: My Unwavering Peace Of Mind

 

Fortunately, peace of mind cannot be purchased because if so then it could just as easily be stolen.

Some people search for peace of mind through the presence of other people or through the gaining of material assets and worldly pleasures- none of which are the true origin of where peace of mind lays.

My peace of mind always originated within my spirituality, the person I am, the mentality I hold- the essence that beholds. Inner depth of foundation.

My peace of mind is not contingent upon circumstance or chance.

During a wild storm of a hectic life season, I remain cool and calm because what appears hectic to another is a tidal wave that I ride like a breeze.

 

 

 

 

My Happy Place

 

I have noticed since my early youth that if there was something in life that I did not want then the circumstance was not going to work out for the best- or at all.

I cannot have anyone, or any situation persuaded, or forced upon me.

I am too headstrong to be influenced by what others may try to impose on me.

When things in life I desired were granted to me or attained by my own accomplishing the circumstance always worked out favorably with long-lasting rewards.

I determine my happiness not what other people define what happiness is according to their standards or perception of what meets the requirements of a happy or content life condition.

Only I know the true source and components needed to define the attributes of my own fulfillment.

 

My Spiritual Connection: Preternatural

 

 

It is wonderful to have spiritual gifts. To be able to see and feel in to the unknown.

To have accurate dreams and visions of beyond where I preternaturally interact within the supernatural.

It is what I am.

By birth, I have one footstep here into this physical plane while my other foot is stepped out inside the spiritual realm.

I am partially experiencing both worlds and whole-heartedly Intune to both.

I am here, but not here.

There have been mysteries revealed to me, spiritual essences revealed to me, revelations revealed to me.

I have a lot of wisdom, knowledge, and understanding flowing around inside of me.

God my creator remains with me.

I can tell God anything. He totally understands me. I am completely straight with him; I always have been.

The good, the bad, and the ugly- I have never been shy or afraid to speak my words of truth to God.

No matter what. God always comes through for me. He speaks back to me in so many ways including through nature.

Everything is made up of energy. We are all energy. The energy made up by my nature is the way that God designed me to be.

Whether I have a complaint, or just feeling my joy, God is there with his open-arms, extraordinary comprehension and incredible forces of power to aid, advise, and to protect.

No matter what may go on or happen in general in life- may it be through unexpected events or whatever else- I know that everything will be alright and will turn out in my favor as it always has since the days of my youth.

 

 

 

 

 

It Does Not Have To Be Written In The Bible For It To Be True

 

From my observations throughout the years there are so-called Christians and others alike who believe if something is not written or mentioned within the Bible then the instance is unlikely to be true or not possible- which I know for fact has never been the truth.

Something does not have to be in the Bible for it to be truthful or possible.

Everything not written in the Bible that can occur is also not always devil inspired or people inspired either.

There is credibility to many situations, circumstances, encounters that were experiences not directly included as taken place in the Bible.

Some people are stuck in their limited scope of reasoning, narrow-mindedness, ignorance, brainwashing, or influences brought on by society.

That is why it is so important to be strong-minded and confident within one’s own.

Knowing while certain others may not share an experience or a belief in no way will make another’s experience or belief less probable. There is a great possibility for their undergoing to be a reality and able to exist.

I have always been headstrong. I do not have to go through something to believe or to know it is able to be true for someone else.

Maybe because I have that insight, nevertheless, one should never let others sway their minds or raise doubt in what they hold to know or believe firmly.

Of course, we as people are liable to hold onto false or erroneous ways of being.

Anyone can misinterpret or be mistaken about things it is when they fail to accept their error once they have discovered or have been proven to be wrong in some way.

 

 

 

 

Suspenseful Afternoon And Evening

 

This past Sunday on January 22, 2023, I was looking through the category log of my television app.

I was in the mood to look at classic suspense/crime/mystery films for the day.

I came across a title called “Witness to Murder (a film I had never seen before) starring one of my favorite old-time actresses- Barbara Stanwyck.

I really liked this black and white movie.

In the opening scene, Barbara’s character wakes up from her sleep to see a man in an apartment window straight across from her bedroom window in the act of murdering a woman.

Without giving too much of the story away, Barbara phones up the police but when they arrive on the scene there is no evidence of any crime having been committed.

When the killer discovers that Barbara’s character is aware of what he did, he cunningly tries his best to make her appear to be crazy and harassing, in effort to throw everybody off to the truth at hand.

Barbara Stanwyck was such a talent in her time here on earth.

One of my other favorite suspense films of hers is one that I saw a long time ago called “Sorry, Wrong Number“.

Afterwards, I watched another film that I never saw starring Barbara Stanwyck titled “Crime of Passion”. Raymond Burr also starred in this entertaining flick.

 

 

 

 

My Love For Writing Is Countless🍒

 

I received this notification today of 500 hundred likes.

But what I like is that WordPress has been a platform for me to do what I love on a continuous basis whenever convenient for me.

This coming August of 2023 will be sixteen years since I have been blogging here on WordPress.

For many of us, writing is not just a hobby, it is a calling. When we go to answer, we reach further toward that tone over on the other end of the line.

We proceed to dial our own connection because nobody knows our number better than we do.

 

 

Paper Me Pretty!

 

Ask the younger people of today what paper dolls are most would not have a clue!

Paper dolls were the fad of my generation and before.

I even used to cut out fashion model images from magazines to add to the imagination of play.

It is hard to find quality punch out paper dolls currently.

I never purchased paper dolls with the daunting task of having to cut them out alongside their outlines within the pages of the books they were designed upon.

A few years ago, I came across high quality, sturdy cardboard, adorable images, and playset of paper dolls.

I even purchased some for my two older adult friends who were pleased to surprisingly receive them from me.

The price for this treasure was extremely reasonable for its excellent quality.

 

 

• Rock the red carpet with your very own fashion show! Fashion Show Play Set features 5 paper dolls (actually made of card stock), 3 fold-out scenes—dressing room, fashion show runway, and photographer’s studio—and dozens of glamorous and trendy outfits and accessories any model would love to wear!

Dress up your paper doll ”model” as a bride, in a bathing suit, in a glamorous gown, and more. When the show is over, place dolls and their outfits in the enclosed storage envelope.- excerpt from the paper doll advertisement!

 

 

Based On A True Story

 

At 4pm this Sunday afternoon I viewed a film on Lifetime released for 2022 titled Suitcase Killer: The Melanie McGuire Story.

I watched it because I remember seeing the trial broadcast on Court TV as well as Forensic Files and other Crime Show reenactments of the case.

I had also read the book about Nurse Melanie McGuire titled To Have and To Kill by John Glatt over ten years ago.

The book was one of the published books I was hooked on throughout St. Martin’s True Crime Library Series.

Those books used to keep me up all night- I could not get enough!

Melanie drugged her husband, shot him, chopped up his body (dismembered it with an electrical saw), placed the different body parts into three bags of luggage, then dumped the Suitcase apparatuses into the Virginia Chesapeake Bay River.

It was such a gruesome crime! The book was much better than the movie.

 

 

All Is Resolved

 

Amazon refunded my money (for the tape- recorder) back to me quickly. It only took a day from when I called them a few days ago.

I also got my Verizon voicemail straightened out. I was on the phone with technical support for an hour and a half yesterday.

The spectacular thing about the situation is that while everything was fixed all my prior saved voicemails are completely intact.

None of my messages were deleted as expected. If that is not a blessing, I don’t know what it is!

 

Should Have Just Gotten A Digital Recorder

 

 

I tape recorded my mother’s voicemail message as I mentioned I would in the previous post I wrote.
 
The tape recorder I purchased seemed to be defective, the box that it came in was not in the best shape either. 
 
The tape recorder ate up one of my cassettes. 
 
The item was sold and shipped by Amazon. 
 
Amazon is no stranger to handing out products that have been used then re-shipped out to other buyers/customers who are looking to receive brand new items. 
 
I called up Amazon customer service to request a refund for the tape recorder and the damaged cassette tape. 
 
Amazon acknowledged that I would receive my refund for both products within 7-10 business days without having to return the items. 

I was grateful and asked to be sent a confirmation email for proof in case I do not receive my refund on time. 
 
I should have just purchased the Sony brand digital recorder at PC Richard’s on Tuesday when I was there at the store, but I did not want to spend sixty dollars on something I was not going to use regularly. 
 
Nevertheless, I gave the idea a second thought. The digital recorder would come in handy to keep on hand nowadays. 
 
Of course, there are other options to record by other means. However, these objects/gadgets do not last forever. At least with cassette tapes, they can be stored away for a long time to be used again. I have cassette tapes that are still in good condition for over twenty years now. 

Verizon Voicemail Mishap

 

This February will make a year since I was first told, by someone who I won’t name, who worked at Amazon with me, that they heard a male voice on my voicemail greeting when they called my android.

I was puzzled when I first heard this news until shortly after I figured out the possibility why.

The issue did not seem too problematic at the time. I figured the voicemail greeting would shift back to mine as other callers had heard the personal greeting that I had recorded on my phone previously.

As time passed, the issue faded into the back of my mind until it resurfaced again when another person mentioned that they heard this male voice a few months back.

Now someone else just mentioned the same thing the day before yesterday.

I happened to hear the voice myself upon a thorough investigation.

I called up Verizon wireless and found out what was going on. It was what I originally suspected.

In October of 2021, I had my cellphone number changed.

I asked the Verizon customer service representative to make an exception and allow me to keep the voicemail messages to my old telephone number (which is not normally done as they would by default get deleted) due to a relative of mine who had passed away.

My mother had left a message for me that I had saved- and that was all I had left of her voice.

So, Verizon was nice enough to grant my request.

Somewhere within the process whoever had my new number before me- their voicemail must have gotten crossed up with the one to my old number as both were obviously being heard at different times by people who would call me.

The only way to fix this issue was to set up a brand-new voicemail which would delete all my existing saved messages.

I explained the situation to the Verizon customer service representative, and they understood my plight completely.

I told them to wait until I get a tape recorder to record my mother’s voice from my cellphone then I will call them back up and set up the new voicemail so people will always hear my greeting and know they have reached the correct telephone number.

I purchased a tape recorder the day before yesterday, and it was delivered to my home yesterday afternoon. I also ordered two Maxell cassette tapes.

Finally, this little mishap is about to be resolved.

It took me an entire year. I guess I was too preoccupied with other day to day activities/responsibilities or was a bit lazy on acting sooner.

I can afford to have been “tired/lazy”. I have been through a lot in life, in general, and managed to come through time and again still pushing forward doing what I must do.

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Change Of Style: My Hair Grows So Fast!

 

I always had a nice grade head full of hair that grew long from my childhood unto my adulthood. I was never the type to wear any fake hair (I never had or needed to)  I believe in being totally natural.

The first time I ever cut my hair was at age twelve where I kept it short in the front and long in the back (a cute style back during the 1980’s) until it grew back to its original length.

I first permed my hair when I was eighteen and let it grow all the way down my back throughout my twenties.

A year and a half ago In June of 2021 I went to a barber shop and did the “big chop”. I had them shave all of my hair close to the scalp.

I had already stopped putting a straight perm into my hair two years before. I wanted all remainder of the perm entirely cut off. I had a lot of hair and the barber told me to take a picture of it.

My (Miss LaToya) pretty thick curly/wavy hair on June 6, 2021 being swept after I got the big chop!

I prefer my hair to be totally natural and had planned to keep my hair continuously kept short.

However, my hair grows fast and for five months now I have been wearing my natural locks in a ponytail (the style I used to regularly wear my hair in before I did the big chop) and I love it!

While I will never ever get a perm again I decided to just let my hair grow out as long as it wants to.

 

Have A Blessed New Year!

 

Many people claim that they want to start fresh each new year- and many do aspire to with the best of intentions.

A lot of the time, though, it continues as the popular saying goes with “The same shit on a different day”.

Hopefully all of us will not have to endure different days of the same shit throughout this brand-new year.

Happy New Year’s Everyone!

 

Alert!: Merry Christmas!

 

I received this daily alert this morning and I just love it!

God is not only constantly with and around us- he lives inside of us.

This is also another great reason to respect our bodies as we are temples of the most high.

Would you violate the place where the Holy Spirit resides and made a home? Surely not!

May peace, love, faith, strength and protection continue to be with us and follow us into the coming New Year.

We do not have to worry about anything. All we have to do is to pray.

God is the past, the present, and the future ahead. We are ultimately safe and secure within his presence.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Act Of Giving

 

I received Christmas gifts from managers when I worked in retail.

In my field of health care, I have had appreciative clients for no special occasion who had slipped me money for their appreciation of the work I did for them.

 

Before I left work late yesterday afternoon, one of my client’s relatives handed me a Christmas card with money.

I remember years ago when another client’s daughter handed me a Christmas card with two hundred dollars because she appreciated the work I did.

I have encountered nice people who were not just generous with their money but with their time and other acts of kindness and concern toward me.

The thoughts coming from these people are enough for me as I rarely accept money or gifts when asked what it is that I want- even from family or friends.

If people really want to give me something they will have to do it without consulting with me first because I do not ever want anything no matter how odd that may sound.

I have always been this way.

My mother would tell anybody that as she knew firsthand. She used to sometimes innocently fight with me as she did not understand the reason I did not take advantage of items she wanted to buy me when I was a teenager.

It is beautiful though when people give from their heart to show gratitude, love, or just because it is within their nature to be thoughtful or nice.

 

The True Nature Of Celebration

 

 

I stopped celebrating Christmas, Thanksgiving, and even my birthday when I was twelve years of age.

My reason for doing so had absolutely nothing to do with any religious belief or outside influence, they were done purely out of personal feelings and rationalizations.

Many events in this society are commercialized or set within following traditions.

I have always been an unconventional individual, doing and behaving on my own terms according to my own nature and distinct mindset.

I do not, never have, and never will let society dictate what my values should be, how I conduct myself, or how I live my life.

I am not one to just go along with the program.

I still can and do, of course, acknowledge and respect the celebration of holidays and birthdays regarding others as I send out and accept cards or gifts from those who matter or who show kindness.

The thing is, I do not need one day out of a year to express love, the existence of life, appreciation for things, or the beauty of togetherness with those near and dear.

I send out cards, have given gifts, shown gratitude and spent meaningful time with loved ones as an ongoing periodic all year around basis.

To me, every day is a day to be grateful, to celebrate life, to share moments with those we love or care for, and so on.

I am not inspired by tradition because tradition does not inspire who I am.

 

 

 

The Best Gifts For Every Season

 

The true meaning of Christmas itself is to celebrate the birth and life of Jesus Christ, but there is nothing wrong with attributing this day with merriment and gift-giving.

Still and all, the most precious gifts in life cannot be bought or sold wrapped up and used to eventually be thrown away. Some material possessions do last a lifetime, but people and connected relationships last forever.

The best gifts on earth we have are each other (the one or ones that you love and who sincerely love you whether it is a pet, a genuine friend, or a treasured family member.)

Whether one believes this or not, even if there is no one in your corner, all one truly needs is God as he will provide and secure your future as well as maintain your strength and character.

When we accept Jesus, we receive the most significant (vital) gift of all- eternity.