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

 

 

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. 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

I Currently Work With An Ex-Police Officer

 

I recently told my retired client who was once a cop that I am safe there working with him. In return he told me, “Oh No, you are not!”- he is so funny!

 

As I have mentioned years ago in a post on another one of my blogs, I have worked with all kinds of people- including rich and famous people.

The role of a licensed health care professional has taken me all over the place throughout the nine years I have been within the field.

Currently, one of my clients is an ex-police officer (he is also a veteran) who I work with at an expensive residential facility.

Him and I get along great. What he likes about me is that I am trustworthy, intelligent, have a sense of humor, and that I am very open- minded- I do not take things the wrong way. We discuss subject matter that he cannot talk about with just anyone.

This ex-cop client of mine is a white man. We got on the subject of the word “nigger”, and how no matter what race a group of people were in a particular circle he hung around with back in the day they would all light-heartedly call one another “nigger”.

I understood totally. I have even written about this before. I have African American bloodline and do not find the “nigger” word offensive at all as it is just a word with no actual meaning unless one ascribes or places value onto it.

The same goes for the word “bitch“. A lot of women get highly offended by this word. The word bitch has never fazed me, and I will call a man a “bitch” in a heartbeat if it applies!

My client and I also discussed how certain dumb people will consider themselves to be the smartest things in the world then like to boast and brag about what they “think” they are so smart about!

 

Happy To Not Have Children

 

I originally never desired to have any children.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I am glad to not have adult children either.

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

A Lady Of Her Own Style

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I had a knack for great judgment!

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

In Style: My Fancy And Cool Mother

 

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

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

People admired my mother’s apparel, her flair.

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

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

Fashion ran within the family.

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

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

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

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

 

 

All Natural, Natural Beauty

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

 

 

 

No Jewelry For Me: It Is Not My Style

 

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

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

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

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

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

Rings I have never liked to wear.

 

Leaving Amazon Was A Blessing

Daily Living, By Miss LaToya

I left Amazon on July 19, 2022. I began work at another job a week after.

The month of August proved a better livelihood into the future.

There was no depth to or any future working at Amazon.

The position I had as a locker Hub associate was a bit fun yet there was really no substance to the role.

Aside from the job not offering any compliment to my abilities whereas I could be challenged and grow, there was no opportunity to significantly advance.

In addition, there was no guarantee of a steady concurrent schedule or any schedule at all if one was not able to successfully compete with other employees on the App Amazon had set up for workers to be on to arrange their own timetable at a designated time every weekday.

Another drawback was Amazon only allowed us employees four hours a day of work unless…

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Hair Day: Brown-Skinned And Beautiful

 

I always had a head full of long hair since childhood.

I grew my hair down to my back almost near my derriere when I was in my twenties.

I wore my hair natural until I had gotten my first perm/relaxer at age eighteen.

A year ago, I did the big chop. I went to the barber shop and got a buzz cut that I loved. I had not permed my hair within about a year and a half before then.

I was glad to cut off all of the remains of my previously permed hair.

I had initially planned to keep my hair chopped down within a buzz cut.

I changed my mind when I saw my natural wavy-curly hair take on a life of its own!

All I do is wash my hair with Dove body wash and water. I do not put any hair grease, dressings, or sprays within my hair afterward.

 

 

My hair is strong and full of luster and elasticity.

I do not ever intend to grow it extra-long again but for now I would like to see what my hair continues to do on its own.

I do not even have to style my hair. The way it sets is the result of how I come out of the shower.

I have a combination of texture to my hair due to my mixture of African American, Native American and European heritage/bloodline. It was never the nappy/kinky type- which is just fine for those who do!

I love African American hair within its natural state. It is so versatile.

Black women come in all different beautiful shades with all different beautiful hair types.

Do not let society or anyone else tell you that you are not gorgeous because of the color of your skin or how you wear your hair!

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Truth About Church

 

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

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

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

I said, “No”.

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

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

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

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

Some are even brainwashed or sick-minded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

Work

 

 

It rained most of the day yesterday, it was cloudy all day today with traces of precipitation here and there.

I slept until noon yesterday afternoon, direly catching up on the much-needed rest of my sleep deprivation.

The rain created a calm, cozy atmosphere to relax to the sounds of hard-hitting raindrops amidst the air in unison upon my windowsill.

I spoke with my supervisor yesterday she kindly and generously offered me to come in later instead of earlier on three of my weekly shifts as I also work twelve-hour overnight shifts on certain days.

I work five days a week all together doing multiple shifts.

I do not mind the work I have taken on at all, I am extremely blessed, so grateful- yet I must get adequate time to rest.

On top of everything else, I also must take care of personal affairs and errands on my free time.

A lot of us are sleep deprived. I thank the Lord and the people I work with for being understanding and flexible.

 

Happy To Be Single

 

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

Marriage is an institution I never admired or desired.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I know this for a fact.

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Self-Love, Confidence  And Fulfillment  Comes From Within

 

Oh, Summer Night

 

I observed how gorgeous the atmosphere was last night as I was on my way to work an overnight shift.

I could not get over how beautiful the weather was- how good I felt prancing about in the last days of summer.

I am not ready for this to soon come to an end.

I want to delight within beautiful nights of summer breeze, lit up streets, people lively at ease- all of us simultaneously caught up in our own things.

 

Welcome Fall!

 

It’s September, summer will officially be over in the weeks to come.

Before we know it, it will be the end of December the new year will be coming in.

Spring and summer are my favorite times of the year.

I hate the cold weather.

Autumn brings in the beauty of yellow, red and orange leaves- a result from the lack of chlorophyll that breaks down as less sunlight is directed onto the trees during the change of the season.

I like the look and feel (essence) of fall without the chill. Though I don’t mind a touch of brisk air, but nothing too severe.

We should be thankful for whatever season we’re in especially if we are continuously blessed with good health and a sound mind.

 

 

 

Cafe Talk

 

 

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

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

The woman insisted on buying my drink.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

 

The Company One Keeps

 

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

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

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

I was always careful who I associated myself with.

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

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

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

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

 

 

 

 

Epiphanies Of A Sojourner

 

I genuinely feel good. I feel at peace. I feel free.

I am so inspired by encouraging words answered to me by the Holy Spirit.

God speaks to us in many ways if we are listening- whether if it is through scripture, a message, a person, and so on.

It is great to be led by spirit and to walk our path with divine guidance.

 

Happy Times: Strong Family Ties

 

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

Yet the most favorite times was spent with my mother.

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

 

 

Working It

 

I have again taken on additional hours of work but not to the point in which I would get drained.

I am one who thinks ahead for the future, I always incorporate a backup plan.

I never keep just one job.

I make sure to have another lined up at all times. It has been this way for years. I will always work two jobs.

As long as there is balance and energy one can manifest what they desire with the power of the Lord.

Everything in my life will always be okay and turn out good as it usually does because God is in control of my life. He always has been even during the time period years ago when I was angry at him.

I say this not as to brag but as to encourage and inspire from my own personal experience. God is the one who has the last and only word worth listening to when it comes to how one will thrive and survive.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

This is a huge world with all types of people.

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

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

Intelligent people who I could have deep meaningful discussions with.

People who I could just chill and laugh with.

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

Out Of The Ordinary

As some of us who are unique many of us are greatly misunderstood.

We’re thought of as strange. Our words are taken out of context. Some of us are even called crazy by those who don’t understand us. By those who may envy us, by those who misjudge us and by those who want to psychoanalyze us with their bullshit that really does not pertain to us at all.

Some people are just miserable and spiteful.

None of these instances ever fazed or bothered me. I was just “crazy” that way!

Like I have said times before, when there is really no legitimate basis other people’s attitudes and behavior are a reflection of themselves. It’s their problem-  let them worry about it.

People do these things to just about anyone who does not fit into what they consider typical or so called “normal”.

It is really about what is “healthy” than about what is normal. Who is to actually say what is defined as normal when we have so much diversity?

I would never worry about a word like crazy as it is the dumb ones and those who are actually crazy themselves that label smart or extraordinary people in that manner.

It is not always wise to discuss our beliefs, faculties, or certain other things with just any or everyone yet never feel ashamed of who you are.

Never try to repress what you feel.

I am tired of what is average, I always have been. I welcome people and things that are rare, different and uncommon. That is what makes one special.

Never be afraid to stand out from the crowd and be the unique person that God created you to be.

If anyone calls you “crazy” take it as a compliment!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fifteen Years With WordPress

 

I still love WordPress. I have blogged on this website for fifteen years.

(WordPress used to send us personal anniversary notices celebrating our time here. I don’t know why that stopped)

One year before then in January 2006 to July 2007 I was blogging on another site before I came upon this one.

I started on WordPress August 7, 2007

Like I have said within the past WordPress is the best blogging platform out there. We also have such a large variety of wonderful, talented writers.

I have seen many come and go, some still here enjoying what they do. Even when some of us are caught up within our busy lifestyles or just take a long or short break we eventually return back to what we love- our writing and creating with our artistic visions.

All of my material is written by me, the designs of my blogs are created by me, and the photos are all chosen and put up by me.

A lot of us who are into being naturally inventive with our originality have fun! Yet, it is also spirit that inspires me to use my gift.

Whatever our endeavors we should always remain authentic.

WordPress is a great community to be a part of whether one chooses to regularly interact with others or not.

I am always going to be active on all seven of my blogs whether frequently or periodically:

For my audience who are unaware:

(Remember to always check below top posts as newer posts will sometimes be down below the featured ones) If you see posts that remain above others for a while it does not mean that the blog is not updated by my new written material- just check underneath.

Born With Second-Sight 

Daily Living 

LaToya 

Authentic Expression  

Walking With Jesus 

My Testimony: The Power of God 

Daily Inspirations 

 

Don’t Judge A Book By The Cover: Looks Can Be Deceiving

 

I am very youthful within appearance and I am soft-spoken.

Many think I am younger than what I am. Even when I was in my twenties and thirties, I was either mistaken for a teenager or other than the age that I actually was.

I turned forty-seven this past spring and I still have a young-looking face, body, and young-sounding voice.

I am not at all complaining, however, some ignorant people misjudge me by my appearance.

I don’t take it personal (it is not a reflection of me but of them and their lack of experience or diversity) yet I get tired of it.

As a younger person I was never the naive, silly or vulnerable type. I was wise beyond my years and spunky.

People were often shocked at the knowledge, strength, and understanding I had at an early age.

All young people are not dumb and all older people do not possess wisdom. And vice-versa. It all depends on the individual. I have always been an open-minded person.

I am not one to be underestimated and I am not one to be played with.

It is funny when certain people think that they can or could destroy me- I turn around to destroy their asses!

 

My Vagina

 

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

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

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

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

Unafraid, unabashed and uninfluenced by this society.

I was never promiscuous or interested in sex.

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

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

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

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

It is exciting to live pure within spirit.

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

 

 

The True Beauty And Power Of Love

 

 

I have loved and been loved unconditionally.

The term love is often used loosely by many. Genuine love is powerful.

Some who don’t receive affection in the home become jealous of others who do. They then go out to search for love in all the wrong places only to later be disappointed.

Love cannot be persuaded or forced love has to come naturally.

When one has truly experienced love, they have experienced a beauty that no one can ever take away.

 

 

My Words Of Insight And Wisdom

 

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone no matter how young one is.

Whether older or younger we can all go at any time with or without warning.

There are those who need to wake up to learn although some never will.

Life is too short to waste time on things that don’t really matter and that are not worth one’s energy or time.

When I look back on my life I look back in peace and without regret.

I had a wonderful mother, dog, and I have a supernatural gift that God gave to me along my journey all to prepare, show love, and quip me.

Life is a deep experience and one not to take lightly or for granted.

These encounters of life are all a test. Will each of us pass? Some will some will not only God knows for sure.

The most important things to remember while we are still here are to spend each day living wisely by valuing dear people and the time we have, developing and maintaining a sincere/genuine relationship with God, doing the best we can to live right step by step with the help and guidance of the Holy Spirit.

 

 

 

 

Hooray For Back In The Day!

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

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

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

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

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

Those were the good old days!

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

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

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

Real Women

 

I am proud to be a woman.

I don’t know where it ever came from where women in general were classified to be weak.

I come from a family of strong independent women and I know and have come across many other strong women within my lifetime.

My mother raised me strong as strength was already engraved within my nature to begin with.

When it comes to weaknesses and strengths it is not a gender thing it is a people thing.

There are some men who are strong, some men who are weak, and some men who are in between. The same goes for women.

Yes, us women (even though there are some exceptions) are not built the same within physical build in comparison to a man yet when it comes to mental, emotional and spiritual vigor a lot of us are able to weather any type of storm in any type of environment.

We women can have babies if we choose to. We pay our own bills. We own our own businesses and homes. We are able to do whatever we put our minds to.

 

 

Treat Your Body Good

 

I forgot to mention that I had pineapples and papaya that I also carried along to work with me to snack on when I got hungry last week.

All I do is eat fresh fruit, vegetables and legumes.

Not everyone is able to tolerate or adapt to the vegan/vegetarian lifestyle.

However, it is very important to eat healthy and take good care of one’s body no matter what type of food one eats.

Every now and then we may desire something sweet that may not be healthy for us. Everything should be done in moderation.

These days we have items of non-dairy ice cream and pizza alternatives that are very tasty and not too bad as far as nutrition goes.

To each his or her own.

Whatever one does be good and honor one’s self. Our body is a sacred temple that we should constantly love and respect.

 

 

 

 

 

Amazon: An Update

 

Michael is camouflaging with and through someone online (I have proof) due to the fact that he could put his job in jeopardy by further retaliating against me (so he is doing it in public secretly). They have even tried to contact me on this blog with nonsense (I have proof).

He is not slick at all.

He is trying to provoke me psychologically by continuing to tell lies about me.

He falsely states that I was fired (along with some other nonsense) when it is documented that I indeed quit working for Amazon and I have a written statement from Amazon that I voluntarily left the company so I don’t understand why this moron thinks that I will play into his silly, obnoxious game.

My blogs are a vehicle to exercise and to utilize my talents, to share my knowledge and experience to inform and to inspire. To use my freedom of self-expression within all truth.

I am a writer and I love and enjoy my natural craft. I don’t have to explain anything to anybody and I have no apologies. God has given me many gifts, talents and ability, and I will continue to use and be blessed by them.

I am moved and led totally by spirit. The energy is wonderful and amazing.

My blog is not a platform to trifle back and forth to with idiots who have nothing better to do with their lives than to try to vainly sabotage those who have positive things going on for themselves.

The attempt is actually pathetic, comical, and a waste of time.

I have no interest. I have better and more important things to do.

When one has peace within themself, love, and self-value their heart and mind is set on what is high.

I am a highly “in tune” spiritual person and have a connection with the intangible. The extramundane is nothing to fool around with.

God is in control of everything and I have a deep fulfillment.

I encourage those who it applies to always stand up for what you believe in.

Never let anyone intimidate you or discourage you from doing what is right or from accomplishing your goals.

Have no fear.

Be bold, be courageous, be true to yourself.

Trust in God. Always put him first and watch him move mountains on your behalf.

Always remember that a strong faith sees the invisible, believes the impossible, and receives the incredible!

Sincerely, LaToya Lawrence

 

 

The Main Course

 

I made a delicious dinner last night.

I cooked some Spanish rice, steamed some broccoli florets, and sautéed some fresh shrimp.

Yes, I am vegan for the most part, but on rare occasions (once in a blue moon) I may chow down on scrumptious shellfish.

Later on, I sunk my teeth into three juicy mouthwatering icy-cold fresh oranges.

I love my fresh fruit!

Mixing Business With Pleasure

 

During my twelve hour shifts this past week I made sure I was prepared with healthy and nourishing meals to take along with me beforehand.

I had bottles of Mango juice smoothies, large cut portions of watermelon, a six-pack box of raisins, organic corn and organic broccoli florets that I heated up in the microwave.