Isn’t it something when sick people who are extremely jealous and envious of us try to relentlessly stop us within life then attempt to blames us when or if difficulty occurs knowing all along that they were behind the sabotage to begin with?
As they deliberately try to cause damage for us through their duplicitous methods of intervention whether by lies and/or manipulation of circumstance they actually believe that we ourselves are suppose to be the scapegoat?
It was often so strange to me how these type of people considered themselves to be clever within their ominous ventures as their undertakings have always appeared and proved to be rather transparent within the keenly focused mind’s eye especially when the subject of their scheme was well aware of their own obvious talents and skill and logical reasoning of natural probability for success.
The red flag is automatically raised when particular essence according to bestowal does not properly go into fruition, so who is the genuine culpable fool?
Like I have expressed before there are a combination of reasons why my enemies who are known and who are unknown to me through out the years have worked and have attempted to work black magic on me and also on my family aside from the obvious envy and jealousy but another reason they had came after me aside for me knowing things through clairvoyance/extrasensory perception was for what I had divulged through a book that I had written mentioning dirt that was done by some of them.
The only people within life that I have ever had any problems out of were junkies and other types of trash as they all operate and function on such a very low level of intellectual comprehension and spiritual vibration. There are some that are within a category all by themselves and that are exceptions; however the majority of them are fixed and stationary.
As a person of higher consciousness I was able to connect or adapt to all types of universal channels, people and situations accept those in which were incongruous with my state of essence as well as existence. I was never meant or destined to intermingle or associate with these types of individuals yet through unnatural circumstances and certain life detouring events I had to make acquaintance just like so many of us unintentionally have done only to be protected and unaffected by the grace around us due to the fact that instances was beyond our control and because we are a strong group of folk with grave purpose and that had vital divine influence and guidance.
There are sometimes always so much more to a story, detail, and the interpretation. It is the wise mind that analyzes weighs out the facts probabilities and possibilities as well as the never knows. Nevertheless, one does not have to cater to the ignorant mind that draws up inaccurate conclusions within their undeveloped scope of view or faculty.
All that matters is to include and strive for the truth. And liars hate the truth. And one person’s fact can be another person’s fiction depending on the elements and aspects of diversity as well as wavelength. I had to figure out a long time ago as a teen why one would be accused of telling a lie when they are definitely telling the truth aside from the other person’s lack of knowledge (ignorance) and deliberate denial (intentionally lying while indeed knowing the truth).
There were enemies that wanted to shut me up, part of the reason they wanted me to go insane, figuring if I was considered crazy that I would not have any credibility but their Voodoo didn’t work back then because my mind, spirit and constitution was much stronger as I am of the light and have so much legitimate belief in what I know within the universe.
Chapter five titled “The Trip” signified the physical travel along with the mental travel that was endured in this genuine excerpt:
You see, my aunt Charise was sixteen years old in the summer of 1982. A trip to Virginia was organized by a neighbor on her block. Any of the teenagers who wanted to go had to pay a fee. Charise’s money was given up front. There would be no refunds for anyone who canceled out.
Two or three days prior to the trip, Charise and one of the other girls scheduled to go got into a fist fight. Charise beat the girl’s ass. But long before that incident, Charise had decided not to go to Virginia.
“Look, you are going”, Catherine hollered. “After I done spent my money!”
Charise had no choice whether she liked it or not she would have to go on account of her mother.
The trip lasted for a week. When it was over and the teenagers had returned, Pat received a phone call. “Charise is sick”, said Mrs. Boatwright, the neighbor who’d organized the trip.
“She’s sick?” Pat asked
“Yes”, I am going to bring her home”.
When Mrs. Boatwright brought Charise to the house she wasn’t sick in the way Pat thought she would be. Pat figured maybe it was a stomach ache, but it was quite the contrary. Charise was sick out of her mind.
“What happened?” Pat exclaimed.
“I don’t know”, said Mrs. Boatwright.
Charise walked up and down the street talking to herself she was very hyperactive, like she was on a trip.
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In Virginia, someone had slipped mescaline into Charise’s soda, and she was raped repeatedly. While she was under the influence of the drug three guys one of whom was Mrs. Boatwright’s son Larry Butler and his cousin “Gerard” whose name was Henry Frasier took turns having sexual intercourse with her. Afterwards, they drugged her some more. Revenge seemed to be the motive hurting Charise was a way of getting even for her having beat up their friend.
Charise was very incoherent and she was hallucinating. As a result of all this Charise spent time in a psychiatric facility. Different types of medications were prescribed and she would have to be on medication for the rest of her life.
No report to the police department was made about what had happened Catherine was in a state of denial in her mind no harm had been done by the assailants.
“Nobody did anything to her”, said Catherine. She didn’t care about her baby daughter.
When Charise was admitted into Elmhurst hospital back in the early eighties we came to find out that Larry’s mother, father and sister worked there and closely monitored her to make sure that she was further incapable of revealing the truth about what was done to her yet Larry and the others went around bragging about the incident and never did any jail time.
In fact, when I had brought this up to someone in the 1990’s they had informed to me how they remembered them bragging about it.
So why not brag about it now? Why is it supposed to be a secret after I wrote about it just as other dirt done by perpetrators?
There is consistently justice within the spirit world that is in accordance to the very physical universe that is around and that is surrounding us and no matter how long that it may take retribution to occur it does come well-served and well deserved even after it is long forgotten about because time frame is totally different within the spirit realm I’ve mention before a few years ago that one of Charise rapist’s got brutally killed while I still lived on that block I remember the day of the funeral as I was on my way home from work (http://www.nydailynews.com/news/crime/queens-da-cops-stop-blood-gang-article-1.352802) charged with fatally stabbing Persian GulfWar veteran Henry Frasier, 40, during a May 10 fight over an NBA playoff game. He had even suffered a long battle with schizophrenia before he died.
One day if not already, all will get their’s, it is inevitable.
Larry and many members of his family for years now have been crackheads but I doubt that is the ultimate.
Chapter three titled “Death” signified my grandfathers untimely demise and the mystery behind it.
In the beginning of August 1977, the family received a phone call, Willie Sr was dead. His body had been found in the Hudson river, naked and decomposed. He was identified after his fingerprints were examined and matched up with his army records.Willie’s face and body looked severely burned his height was the only way that he was recognized. After the river consumed Willie’s body and left him to drift along it’s waters the heat from the sun had cooked him.
During the early seventies my grandfather Willie Mason Lawrence worked as an assistant dispatcher for the New York City Transit Authority and at his job a bottle was thrown down to the ground toward his body by an individual. The glass bottle broke directly at his feet the evil street symbol to signify death.
Willie Sr was a highly intelligent man and his sharpness could not be denied not even by a neighbor on the block where we lived who admitted it to my mother years ago who worked in the same field of work as he did and had known his professional capabilities. My grandfather also had the gift of extrasensory perception that is why he was called “crazy” by assholes he knew too much and told of the harassment that he experienced with these sick individuals.
Trash wants to cover up his murder by saying that he committed suicide, that is pure bullshit. That may be what they made it look like or wanted it to look like but there are members of the family who never believed that and I his grand-daughter LaToya definitely knows the truth as I saw it in a vision a long time ago while I was asleep what really happened.
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