A Good Turn-Out For The Week

 

This week was a busy week for me. I usually like to kill two birds with one stone, when possible, by taking care of business or responsibilities all in the same day.

It did not work out as planned on Monday. The rainy weather halted my plans later after work.

On Tuesday morning, the weather was cloudy, but the temperature was quite nice and comfortable.

By the time I left from work I headed straight home because the weather had turned awfully cold.

On Wednesday, I took care of everything that needed to be taken care of with relief and pleasure.

If there is one thing I prefer not to do, if I can avoid it is to not waste, or spend time, on the days I have off conducting business or handling important responsibilities.

Those are my rest and relaxation days.

I made sure I ate decent meals throughout the week, yet I did not get the adequate amounts of sleep which I desired.

It was all made up for today.

I cooked a fulfilling meal last night, enjoyed some music, and slept long this morning only getting up here and there to use the bathroom.

My energy has been lovely and lively lately, like I have been hit with a surge of some sort of extra boost.

The events of the week did not happen in the order I wanted them to only to turn out better.

Everything went unexpectedly well unplanned with the interference of the weather.

Sometimes things work out that way.

 

 

God Will Set The Table, Fix The Plate, And Carry The Weight

 

In this life of unpredictability, we sometimes know what to expect while oftentimes we experience the unexpected.

Once it seems that everything is under control and running smoothly another thing may pop up. Sometimes to the extent that will make one ask “What’s next?!”

When situations or circumstances seem to come at you all at once just give it to God.

When particular occurrences appear to be an overload or too much of a burden- let it go.

 

 

Why stress when we can rest our significant matters into the hands of the Lord?

I have noticed at the most troublesome of times there was no actual distress caused to me as I was not troubled by the happenings around me.

In the same, when I did become concerned about events, I was still able to genuinely laugh, be at peace, and persevere with an uncanny strength and confidence although I dreaded going through the undesirable seasons due to being tired of periodic trials.

When we continue to look and seek beyond instead of what gives the impression of an unfavorable condition that stands directly in front of us, we can endeavor to surpass through the aid of the one who has the power to bypass every storm of the weather.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Riding The Wheels: Bicycling And Roller-Skates

 

It all started around the age of two or three years of age that I threw a fit inside the department store.

My mother said she had to take the last of her money to buy the Big Wheel low-ride that caught my eye as soon as I had spotted it on display.

My mother’s money did not go to waste.

I rode that Big Wheel up and down the block of our neighborhood and everywhere else when I was supervised by an adult.

I had a high-ride tricycle prior to the Big Wheel that I barely rode. I was not enthusiastic about the red three-wheeler as it later collected dust in the garage.

The color of my Big Wheel was red and yellow. I wore the plastic out of the rider I rode it so much. It had partially split in half.

I loved my Big Wheeler!

When I had gotten a little older my uncle bought me a blue colored bike with training wheels.

When it was time for the training wheels to come off my mother taught me how to ride holding my balance. I learned fast all in one day.

Afterwards, there were other children on the block of our neighborhood who asked my mother to teach them how to ride their bikes without training wheels since their parents had not shown them yet.

In between the periods of the Big Wheel and bike I also enjoyed riding the wheels of my roller’s skates and hot-pink colored skateboard.

Though the skateboard did not interest me nearly as much as the other apparatuses.

Before I hit my teenage years, my mother purchased me a 10-Speed bike.

The last time I rode a bike was in the year 1998.

Bike riding was always a fun, enjoyable activity for me. From childhood riding through the streets with my puppy chilling in the basket of the handle-bars, around corners, and up and down steep hills.

Riding in groups with other neighborhood children reveling in the hot mornings, afternoons and evenings of spring and summer.

I had some wonderful times with a bicycle.

Bicycling as an adult in the quiet of the night, under the calm leaves of trees. Refreshing air blowing amid a breeze while going to get something to eat or something otherwise are just pleasurable accounts to remember.

 

Gliding Down Memory Lane: Ice-Skating

 

The first time I ever went ice-skating I was twelve years of age.

A neighbor took me, her daughters and my god-brother to Rockefeller Center in Manhattan, New York.

I learned how to ice-skate that evening almost immediately.

The activity on ice was exciting and fun.

Since then, I have been down that area of Rockefeller Center plenty of times passing through but never have I been back to the ice-skating rink.

Far before that time I recall going to a roller-rink with my mother and associates from our neighborhood.

I was a little pro at Roller-Skates on the sidewalk and streets of Queens, New York but at the rink with the strobe-lights and disco music is seemed as if the floors were actually spinning so I stayed on the sidelines and watched my mom skate around the floor with the help of a gentleman who helped to hold her steady on her feet.

Fast forward ahead at the ice-skating rink where my god-brother at the time was gliding in between two friendly girls who helped to hold him on his feet after he had fallen onto the ice a couple of times.

We (my god-brother and I) laughed at the situation as we had a sense of humor that was out of this world.

My puppy got in on the action as she would run to pull me along as I held her leash while on my roller’s skates through the streets.

She also loved running beside me as I rode my bicycle up and down the block.

 

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.

 

If I Ever Get The Chance

 

There are wonderful puppies and dogs that come in a variety of breeds, shades, and sizes.

However, I was one who preferred large dogs over smaller ones.

The only small dogs I ever owned was a Poodle and a Chihuahua, and I did not keep the Chihuahua too long. I was not crazy about the tan puppy I named “Peaches”

If I was to get a small breed of dog it would be the Beagle and the Shetland Sheep dog (Shetland’s are in the Collie family).

A gorgeous-looking stray Beagle with blue eyes wandered to the front of my yard years ago when I still lived within the home I grew up at.

I was in my thirties and I would have taken her in, but I did not know where she came from and if she was free of disease. I did not want to take the risk.

My next-door neighbor ended up taking her in and I regretted not being the first to scoop her up as one day she came over to me and ignored my neighbor who was calling her to come back.

I had to pick the Beagle up and hand her over to my neighbor. That is the only way she departed from me.

There was something very special about that dog. We connected instantly.

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

Dogs Over People

 

 

Yesterday, a client of mine was visited by his physical therapist.

During the session the subject of dogs came up due to my client mentioning how much he loved his thirteen-year-old pet Terrier.

I heard the physical therapist tell my client that it is easier to be fond of dogs 🐕 than of people.

Immediately, I interjected. “Did you say something to the fact of liking dogs more than people?” I asked the physical therapist to make sure that I heard his words correctly.

“Yes”, he said.

“I totally agree”, I said in response.

“I like them more than I do people. I love them. A lot of people feel that way”. I continued.

I also mentioned how great dogs are, and how they are not devious, and so on.

The physical therapist went on to explain how loyal dogs are, and how they do not lie, and how all they want from us is our love and care. He concluded by saying that dogs don’t play tricks.

Then the physical therapist added, “Well they do play tricks”.

“Yeah, but when they do it is innocent”, I quickly interrupted.

“They play tricks just to have fun”, the physical therapist agreed.

 

 

 

 

It Was Made Obvious

 

I remember in my early twenties when a guy from the old neighborhood I grew up in came up behind me in the 1990’s and uttered, “You love animals more than you love people”.

This was after news had gotten back to him that I had told a small crowd of guys on a street corner one night how ugly they were.

These guys used to act silly and harass me because I would not date them, so I had to put them in check.

Anyhow, the guy who came up behind me heard about the incident and called me a bitch.

He was looking for a reaction because usually the average female would get offended by this word, which, in my opinion, has no meaning unless one decides to place value on it.

If anything, I took “bitch” as a compliment even though he meant it as an insult. I was never the average type of female anyhow. I was very unique in many aspects.

When this guy saw that I did not respond to the word bitch, he knew the reason was because I did not care.

So, the next time he approached me it was about the regard I had for animals, as he would observe the moments, he saw me share in the neighborhood with my dogs.

He was correct. In general, I did care for animals (canines) more than I cared for people- and with good reason!

My two favorite individuals in the entire world were my mother and one of my dogs named Brandie.

Dogs are easier to like or love than most people. I am one who did not love easily to begin with, as I know the true definition of love.

Love in any instance should and has to come naturally.

There is a circle of few I call and who are true friends. There are even people around me who are good and trustworthy.

However, my mother and my dog are the ones who knew me best and who I both consider my friends for life from here on earth to beyond.

 

 

Adored

 

 

It is a jungle out there. People behave like savage wild beasts, while certain domesticated animals remain the calmest, loving, trusting, loyal, joyous and innocent creatures within existence. 
 
Some of us are prone to love and to care for our animals more than we do other people. Some of us even prefer them over other people. 
 
Our animals don’t care what we look like, what color we are, or anything else for that matter. 
  
All they care about is how we treat them, and even animals who get mistreated still give out undeserving volumes of unconditional love and affection. 
 
It may seem that our animals do better than us when it comes to being humane. They teach us a lot about love, forgiveness, and childlikeness. 
 
Attributes Jesus described, then he said, I tell you the truth, unless you turn from your sins and become like little children, you will never get into the Kingdom of Heaven. -Matthew 18:3 
 
Our animals are very smart, observant, and crafty. We need them just as much as they need us. 
 
Perhaps the world would be a better place if our pets ruled. We surely could take quite a few significant lessons from them on how to behave and to treat one another. 
 
Thank God, he blessed us with canine companions and other animals of preference to adore and to share our homes with, because those furry buddies are the best things on the planet earth! 
 
Sincerely LaToya Lawrence 

 

 

 

 

Amazon Is In Trouble!

 

Amazon is getting theirs! Not so long after I quit working for them, and they are headed for a downfall.

Amazon is laying off up to 10, 000 people starting this week. 
 
The most to be hit hard are those who work in devices, human resources, and retail. 
 
A lot of these people are going to be out of work. 
 
Amazon is also implementing a hiring freeze. 
 
I read three news articles that broke today in my alerts. 
 
Business for Amazon has not been doing too well. 
 
I also read that Jeff Bezos sold Amazon stock etc…. 
 
Well, well, well! 

 

 

 

We’ll Be Together Again One Day ❤

 

I do not understand people who claim that it hurts to talk about a relative who died. I love and enjoy speaking and reminiscing about the times we shared.

If the death of someone ever caused you pain, it is only because of the love you had for them. The more you loved them, the more it hurt, and that hurt feels so good!

Within that pain lies beauty. Beauty is the strength of that love. Love is the most beautiful thing in the world. I thank God for gifting me with such a strong spirit.

Our loved ones who died in Christ are not actually dead. 
 
They are alive and living well. In fact, they are doing far much better than we are! 
 
Yes, we love them, and we miss them. However, we should be very happy for them. 
 
They, by the grace of God, made it home to Jesus! That is a cause for celebration. 
 
They are residing in the peace and comfort of divine love. 

The love we have for our dear ones could never compare to the love that God has for them. 
 
When we truly love them, we can willingly let them go, and that gives us such beautiful peace knowing them in such wonderful state of bliss. 
 
No more troubles in this perishing world they must endure. 
 
The most phenomenal thing we as believers and children of God recognize is that our deceased relatives are not people who are from our past. 
 
They are people who we know we will look forward to sharing the rest of our future in eternity with once we finally cross over.latoya lawrence 
 

Friends For Life ❤🐕

 

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. 

 

What Does Love Have To Do With It?

 

There was a ridiculous double standard I used to hear when I was growing up, one that I knew definitely was not true because I myself naturally did not hold this particular stance.

I used to hear how, when it came to intercourse, how, for females, it would take emotion to be involved for her to become engaged, or that, after a sexual encounter, she would become emotionally attached.

Such a bunch of sexists, insulting nonsense!

I am not saying to hop around for the hell of it for those who burn with lust or the occasional desire for some to have sex, or to have sex for the sole purpose of having a child- as I once considered just using a man to conceive a baby many years ago without any commitment or affection on my part.

What I am saying as a fact is that for a “Virgin” or a woman who is constantly sexually active, or that has been sexually active not too often, she does not necessarily have to have any interest at all in a particular man for her to be able to have sex with him.

It does not mean that she cares for him, and it definitely does not mean that she has any love for him.

Sex and love have nothing to do with one another. They are both two separate things.

Women can have sex with men without having any type of attraction or feelings for them- and without any guilt.

I definitely know this all for a fact.

Some men may not have understood or wanted to have accepted this reality because they were always stereotypically viewed as the ones who primarily used women to get what they wanted. So, it was too much of a bruise to the ego.

Truth is, as it is more out in the open these days- though there are still some with ignorant concepts- it works both ways.

There are men who become emotionally attached through sex whereas others do not, and vice-versa with certain women.

Some men or women do have to have feelings for someone before they go to bed with them.

A woman who has sex with a man who she does not love or care for does not make her a whore either, because there are many different types of circumstances that take place within situations.

Men who are whorish do not normally get called the undesirable whores that they truly are by the majority of society.

There are married couples without love within a marriage. To each his or her own.

Yes, when it comes to God, he intended for intercourse to be between couples tied together through wedlock. Anything outside of this is wrong or immoral to God. He also intended true consideration and dedication to each other. That is why marriage was not to be entered into lightly.

However, we all have our own free-will, gifts, and characteristics.

Some of us are asexual and are completely not into sex. Asexuality is not a sin. Some of us do not want to ever get married. Some want a loving, faithful, life-long relationship. Some just want to run around or have sex without strings attached.

There are possible consequences to actions sometimes, such as venereal disease, crazy people with fatal attractions, violent confrontations over cheating, unwanted pregnancies.

Some of these incidents even take place with married couples.

This is a crazy-mixed up world.

I, as a woman, personally wished that there was no such thing as sexual intercourse and that, as a woman, I would be able to conceive a child naturally on my own if I ever decided to (although I did not or would not want any children at this time in my life- but if I ever had a long time ago). I feel I should not have to share my vagina with anyone, and I know I did not ever have to, my vagina belongs to me.

A little note: There is an actual fish in creation that is by nature able to conceive offspring on its own without the fertilization from a male counterpart.

 

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.

 

Message To My WordPress Visitors/Followers And Outside Visitors 

 

 

I just want to acknowledge that when any of you “like” my posts or leave a comment, if I do not immediately respond or respond back in a timely manner, I definitely will eventually. 
 
I do not ignore or disregard anyone who takes out the time to read my posts unless nothing is required or really needs to be said. 

I also wanted to acknowledge that I have read many WordPress bloggers whose posts I have really enjoyed, but I was unable to like their post or leave a comment due to their “like” button not displayed and the comment section being disabled as they don’t accept comments. 
 
Some people’s websites don’t even load up all of the time. It could be my browser or the site is not available or is temporarily unavailable. 
 
I appreciate your kindness and interactive regard within our community. 
 
I am not the type to just read or like someone’s post just for someone to come read mine. As I have said many times in the past, if nobody came to read my blogs, I would still write. 
 
This is also why I may not respond right away.

I like to take my time when I have the time to thoroughly and thoughtfully read through posts to give honest responses. If I “like” or leave a comment, it comes from genuineness. 
 
So, whenever I have the free time, I will definitely get back to you all- not that any of you need or are necessarily looking for my feedback- I appreciate your visits and that you enjoy some of my writings or find them interesting. 
 
All, have a blessed day. 

 

 

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 

 

 

 

Filled With A Peace And Joy Through Grace

 

I was so filled with happiness and contentment yesterday that I wanted to cry tears of joy. 
 
I was so touched by the granting of a situation I hoped for, desired, and needed as it became tangible. A few days ago, it was relayed to me. Now it has been applied as I made connection to my request. 
 
All bestowed to me through faith, prayer, and the Lord’s continuing hand to watch over my life in ways that surpass what we may ask or understand. 
 
It is the little things that count with me. They are big blessings because God handled and took heed as I just trusted and waited for an outcome. 
 
It is not all about what the Lord constantly does for us, but the love, concern, and value that he places on us that motivates his actions. 
 
Even at times when situations in life seem or appear to go wrong, God is making everything right. 
 
In my circumstances, I could have just settled for a particular area of something that I didn’t find suitable to my liking or well-being.

However, I humbly looked at the one who could and would decide best according to what was befitting. And, I just had to give open thanks and praise! 

 

 


 
 
 
 

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.’ ” -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, “Lord, it’s wonderful for us to be here! If you want, I’ll make three shelters as memorials —one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah.”

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

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

Then Jesus came over and touched them. “Get up,” he said. “Don’t be afraid.”

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

 

God Is In Control

 

And my God will supply every need of yours according to his riches in glory in Christ Jesus. -Philippians 4:19

 

It might seem that it is easier said than done. However, I know from experience, though it may be hard for some to “be still”.

To completely let go, step out on faith, and let God lead. It might even appear to be a risk- but it is the best risk one can take. Who better to trust with one’s life than putting it into the hand of God’s?

I am inspired to share this example of good news as a source of encouragement and inspiration with credit to the most-high.

Something happened to me today that I did not expect at all.

In the days prior, I was held by God’s peace and had a vibe of security/assured. Still, not knowing what exactly would turn out.

I received wonderful news.

God is truly unbelievable. I still cannot believe what was revealed to me as real.

No matter how many times I get a blessing, I am still amazed.

God knows our needs and indeed delivers to those of us who continue to believe.

He comes through in ways unimaginable.

I take nothing for granted.

No matter what one may go through in life, worries, or concerns- God is there and he seriously cares.

The Lord is faithful in working it out beyond what we portend or anticipate.

 

And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose. -Romans 8:28

 

 

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.

 

 

The True Gifts Of Wisdom, Discernment And Prophecy

 

Ask me and I will tell you remarkable secrets you do not know about things to come.” -Jeremiah 33:3 nlt 

Call to me and I will answer you, and will tell you great and hidden things that you have not known.” -Jeremiah 33:3 esv

 

Some of us are naturally born with certain spiritual gifts/talents and some may acquire them later on through the Holy Spirit once they receive Jesus Christ as their Lord and savior.

God speaks to us in many different ways and he still sends us messages and warnings of insight through visions, dreams, thoughts and so on.

Every open door is not from God and every closed door is not from the devil/Satan.

Wisdom, discernment, and prayer will always bring truth into the light as well as mysteries that are unknown when we have our own distinct relationship with God.

 

Dear friends, do not believe every spirit, but test the spirits to see whether they are from God, because many false prophets have gone out into the world.

This is how you can recognize the Spirit of God:

Every spirit that acknowledges that Jesus Christ has come in the flesh is from God, but every spirit that does not acknowledge Jesus is not from God. This is the spirit of the antichrist, which you have heard is coming and even now is already in the world.

You, dear children, are from God and have overcome them, because the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world.

They are from the world and therefore speak from the viewpoint of the world, and the world listens to them.

We are from God, and whoever knows God listens to us; but whoever is not from God does not listen to us. This is how we recognize the Spirit of truth and the spirit of falsehood. -1John 4:1-6

 

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.

 

Friday

 

Yesterday was absolutely gorgeous here in my part of New York City.

It was like a summer’s day- warm, sunny, bright and clear.

It was not humid, just beautiful.

Later in the evening, when it began to get dark, the weather did not budge. It was still warm out and lovely. The breeze that went through the air now and then was a soothing temperature.

 

 

It was quite different from Monday as the first day of last week felt like the cold fall weather that seemed to be taking over.

I did not expect the weather to turn out so nice.

When I headed out on Friday afternoon October 7, 2022, I wore a sweater and a jacket. I was unprepared for the heat. Nevertheless, it was good because the way this weather keeps changing one can get sick.

I am not going to dress like summer in this season every time the weather decides to take a turn- then turn back again.

 

Elegantly Authentic Woman Not Defined By Society

 

I am not the docile, soft, forgiving type. You try to fuck over me, disrespect me, rule over me, gaslight me one time- that is it!

I am glad that I am not and have never been a sensitive type of person. I have very thick skin. I am tough as nails, a fighter- a survivor.

Strength comes from inside- not silly tough talk or a rough physical demeanor, or facade.

I am not saying the entire world is this way, but there was always a ridiculous double standard when it came to men defining our actions, attitudes and manner of being when they do not fit into their lie of what a woman is supposed to be.

There are even stupid women and girls who are slaves to these false beliefs. They may be weak, needy, subservient doormats, but this is not the definition of a true woman.

When us women are fierce, aggressive, not afraid to confront a situation, speak our minds, and so on, we are considered angry, emotional, crazy, bitches (in an ignorant derogatory way), hysterical and every other negative excuse to justify the actual reason certain men cannot handle or accept our inborn power.

When a man behaves in the same manner, he is considered ambitious, strong, determined and all the other bullshit stereotypes men are defined to be.

I have always been very outspoken, blunt/direct, opinionated, controversial and I was considered a threat.

Females like me, as well as certain males who stand up for what is right or what they believe in and/or refuse to go along with the “program”, sometimes become targets.

People want to get rid of us, downplay us, or try to destroy our credibility, and so on.

None of the schemes or tactics of specific people who tried to control, manipulate, or whatever other intention they may have had in mind ever scared me or made me want to back down from being the genuine individual that I am and was born to be.

I have really appreciated people who are ” awake”, who are on the level when it comes to intelligence. I have been lucky enough to personally encounter them here within my lifetime as they could relate to me and I to them and we shared the same high mindset.

The majority of the world is lost and in trouble. They have an average or low-scale mentality and are easily influenced or brainwashed by societal culture.

I always had a mind of my own and could think for myself even if it went against the so-called “norm”.

Some of us, especially women, are judged by our outward appearance. Some will have preconceived notions about us without actually knowing us- these are the ones who have to learn the hard way that we are no one to fuck with!

 

Twisted And Ignorant People: My Spirituality Is Too Strong

 

 

I do not write for the hell of it. Yes,  writing is one of my natural talents, my passion. I write because I love to do it, but it is the Holy Spirit that inspires and moves me to do so. Divine energy is the driving force.

About a week or two ago, it came to me that I was “Vindicated” in the Amazon situation.

It has to be about Amazon in some form or fashion because nothing else was going on for it to be about anything else.

The truth must have totally came out- although if it had not, that still would not have made me any less justified. 
 
It does not really matter what people think or believe; it only matters what God knows. He is the only one who holds the keys to our true destiny. 
 
I appreciate that the Lord let the truth prevail as he always does sooner or later, but we do not need others to validate what we know for a fact. 
 
Michael Gonzalez comes to my blog primarily every Friday now instead of everyday or every other day like he used to. He has been doing this for three or four weeks now. He is still unable to move on. I have that affect on assholes 😹😂.

Sometimes Michael and others try to get slick and disguise themselves through that iCloud Private Relay shit that they think is completely anonymous. In fact, Michael came to my blog last night. 
 
These people feed off negativity. They wish they could find dirt on me. However, there is none. 
 
They keep viewing my posts about the caul, voodoo, and spiritual gifts. If they are looking for a way to attack me spiritually- they had better think again! 
 
You see, I will always be ahead of people like them. I have dreams, I see visions, I get premonitions etc….

Of course, I do not reveal everything that I know and see. I was not born yesterday. I have been on this earth for forty-seven years; I have been gifted with extra sensory perception for all of my life.

When I was a child, I was not ordinary, I was extremely aware. A gift can save our lives as I could share many stories from now into the past.

But God gifted me for a reason, as he did certain others, and no one can stop his purpose for us. It is up to us in particular whether we use our spiritual gifts for good or evil.

I am African American and Native American, so I have extra power within the bloodline. My African ancestry as well as my American Indian Cherokee and Blackfoot are deeply inherent in spirituality. 
 
So, they can dig their own graves. 

 

 

 

Raindrops: Enjoying My Day Inside

 

Around ten minutes after 6am I awoke to pee. It was still dark out; I could hear raindrops outside my window.

After I came from the bathroom I went back to sleep.

I awoke a few minutes after 8am again to pee. It was cloudy out, the rain not as hard as before, but light.

After I came from the bathroom I went back to sleep.

I awoke at around 11am to pee some more, afterwards, I laid back down to sleep. I heard the rain come down hard.

I could not get back to sleep. I decided it was time for me to rise for the day.

The news had broadcast rain earlier within the week for today Saturday, October 1, 2022.

Such a wonderful day for me to spend my weekend off watching movies and eating my delicious non-dairy peanut butter swirl and vanilla Breyers ice-cream (frozen dessert). It is a sweet treat I eat in moderation from time to time.

Lately, I have been catching some good, entertaining films to view.

Well, I will get back to my day of leisure and loveliness. Then later on in the evening I will make my dinner as I continue to watch movies galore!

 

Pathetic People: Stupid Type Of Men And Women

 

I never understood why some women fight over men. Especially when the men do not look like anything.

A man is nothing to fight over and a man is nothing to get hurt over. Yet not everyone shares my mentality, self-love, confidence, strength, self-worth or natural disinterest in men.

There are men who purposely try to make women jealous to gain attention for themselves. It strokes this type of man’s ego for a sign that the woman cares, is attracted, or has feelings for him.

There can be a woman who does not even want the man and he will use another woman who is interested in him to start trouble with the woman who does not want anything to do with him.

Men who behave within this manner are ignorant and immature.

When certain men cheat on women instead of the women getting angry at and/or attacking the other woman they should go after the man responsible for creating whatever drama.

Some individuals are so backward and twisted.

There were men who liked me, would get jealous over another man being around me and, I did not want either one of them.

I did not find the jealousy flattering at all- it was a complete turn off!

 

 

 

Hot Topic

 

I speak the truth I can’t help it:

On Friday at work, the television was on. The broadcast discussed the issue of the controversy over abortion.

One of my male elderly clients asked me what my opinion was in regard to abortion.

I told him no one has a right to tell a woman what to do with her body.

He told me that he agreed, and that men need to be held accountable for getting women pregnant.

I did not mention this and- this statement alone may seem harsh or controversial- but it is my truth that I have felt since I was in my teens and will not back down on.

Some people just should have never been born to begin with. The world would be a better place if certain kinds of people did not exist.

Some people need to keep their legs closed and their genitals tamed that goes for both men and women.

 

Autumn Breeze: More Cafe Talk

 

On this past Friday, the second official day of Autumn, I worked a double shift with two separate clients.

In my field of work, I fortunately have multiple cases to work upon.

On break, during one of my visits, the wife of one of my clients I work with and I headed to a park to donate some books.

Then, we headed to the market to pick up a few items.

Afterwards, we stopped off at a Cafe we occupied before, and engaged in a delightful conversation.

The woman had her coffee and pastry once again as I had an apple juice.

She felt bad that I did not eat anything as this particular Cafe did not serve vegan meals of any kind.

The woman did not want to sit and eat even if she just ate a little something without me eating too.

I told her not to worry about it I was just fine.

Beforehand, at the market, there was not anything there I wanted or that I had a taste for either.

I told the woman I would pick up something later on.

When we left the Cafe, we went and sat on a bench outdoors and talked again some more just like we did a few weeks ago.

It was brisk outside, but we sat in the sunny part of the outdoors to enjoy the rest of our time spent together.

About an hour and a half later, I clocked out. I left to go to a facility to complete my second shift for the day.

 

 

 

Truly A Masterpiece: Props To Sharon Sprung!

 

I just got finished watching a segment on Spectrum News Channel One on artist Sharon Sprung.

From what I have seen with her work she is an extremely talented/gifted artist.

The unveiled painting, she hand-crafted/created of former First Lady Michelle Obama is breathtakingly gorgeous- ultimately beautiful.

I love all the coloring within the painting, Michelle Obama’s pose.

I just had to write and display a post in regard to what impressed me tonight.

This woman’s paintings are so life-like, and realistic.

 

Sharon Sprung Artist

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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