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!

 

Men With The “Wrong Head” On Their Shoulders

 

In my younger days men always chased after me whether they were single, had girlfriends, or even wives it didn’t matter.

A lot of guys liked me, not because all were just interested in sex, they genuinely liked me as a person. They enjoyed my conversation; they were intrigued by my uniqueness.

I had male as well as female associates. Sometimes I even got along better with certain males than I did with females.

Men shared wild and intimate secrets with me. They’d have girlfriends or wives while having other women on the side and etc….

I was upfront with them letting them know that they would never get into my panties.

I had some that were glad I was the way that I was even though it was a bruise to their ego. Some were envious of me, some resented me, some didn’t care- I did not care either.

No one could take advantage of me, no one could get over on me. Everything I did was on my terms or to my advantage. I was never the emotional lovey-dovey type of female. Although I had no problem with expressing how I thought or felt.

I had some very funny and crazy experiences with guys.

There was a neighborhood guy in his fifties that was interested in me when I was in my twenties.

We were sitting in his jeep talking while a crowd of people were there hanging out, talking, enjoying the days of summer.

All of a sudden, he turned the key in the ignition, started the vehicle, and drove around the corner.

I opened the door to the jeep and hopped out as we were halfway down the block (he had not drove too fast as I was able to take a safe leap).

I knew he was going to try to rape me.

 

 

When I was out of the jeep he told me to get back in.

I told him no! “Get back into the jeep so that you can rape me and then everybody say that it was my fault for getting back into the jeep?” I spoke.

“Rape?!” He spoke.

This fifty something year old man then got out of his vehicle and literally chased me around the jeep telling me to get back in.

I purposely ran around the jeep to make an ass out of him. Then I walked back down the block to where the rest of the people were. He was nothing to worry about. He was high, hard-up, and frivolously hell-bent.

My mother and I laughed about it later when I told her what had happened “He was going to get him some ass, huh?!” She relayed back in truth and humor.

My mother acknowledged to me that I was lucky the man didn’t have power-locks in his jeep.

Rape is a serious crime and no laughing matter; however, this man was nothing to take serious in my situation I was in no further danger. I was well-known in the neighborhood; people knew him and what he was about. He definitely knew better. I was a hangout partner with his sister whom he didn’t get along too well with.

This man and I ran into one another weeks later as I were on my way to the store, he was parked on the corner and called me over to the car.

I brought up the prior incident.

“Rape?!” He said like the suggestion I made was preposterous in order to through me off. He wanted to make me feel foolish. Of course, it did not work.

“There is too much pussy out here to rape”, he added out of anger.

When I did not back down and insisted on what he aimed to do he exclaimed, “I don’t want you!”

Then he admitted that by his last words he was just trying to hurt my feelings.

“My feelings are not hurt”, I expressed. “Why would I care if you want me or not?”

“Yeah, that could be true. You women can be cold”, he expressed back in return.

I, LaToya did not understand this man’s mentality at all. I did not understand the ignorance.

When I told a male associate the story he automatically knew instinctively as he addressed to me, “He was going to rape you”.

Months later, the fifty-year-old man’s sister came to me and told me that another female came to her and told her that her brother tried to rape her too. I and this other targeted girl did not personally know one another but I had seen her in the neighborhood before.

In return, the sister told the girl that she had heard about it before (through me but she did not tell the girl where she heard about it from).

The man’s sister told me that her brother trying to rape this other woman was not relevant because of her notorious promiscuous sexual behavior.

I disagree.

As far as I am concerned, even a prostitute does not deserve to be raped even though she may be asking for it depending on her situation.

If a woman does not consent to having sex, then no man has the right to force himself on the woman regardless of her sexual history.

Rape is an act of violence and control.

 

 

 

 

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!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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!

 

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.

 

 

Age Is No Factor When God Decides To Bless You

I am at the age of forty-six now. However, it did not take me to get a specific age to acquire particular knowledge.

I gained wisdom early on within my youth. I knew what life was about by the age of twelve.

I was born with spiritual and intellectual gifts that made me wise in ways that certain people did not appreciate. Those who were not on the level themselves who gave off negative energy.

I knew things outside the ordinary range, beyond the normal sensory range of contact/area. I had the faculty to perceive things or events in the past, present, and future.

The scientific name for what I was born with is extrasensory perception/clairvoyance.

I have enhanced by learning extra, but I already knew much of what I know now that many people take years to learn through age, and by their own personal experience. Through experience within things some people still do not grasp on correctly and they walk through life with false perception and misrepresentation of life factors.

I had a lot of problems with negative people growing up because I was bright.

However, I do not understand why certain people thought that because they did not know particular things when they were younger that I was not supposed to either while I was at a young age.

People have a tendency to generalize and to reflect their inadequacies or insecurities onto others, especially when the aspect is common to them.

Some people do not want to accept another person who is younger than them to know more or just as much as they do because of ego or reasons of bias.

In fact, I knew more than they did in regard to particular matters within their older age. If I tried to correct an older person when they made an error, or tried to explain where I was coming from, they would react nasty or disdainful.

Not all people reacted within this fashion toward me only a “specific type”.

When I was younger there were positive people who told me and my mother that they were nowhere near the level that we was on when they were at my age.

I have been called unique, rare, strange, brilliant, and crazy (by jealous people). I don’t care. To me, I am just a spiritual person having a human experience continuing to grow on my journey in trusting and understanding my purpose and relationship with God.

I was always ahead of my time, advanced in ways that came without anyone having to teach me.

My mother and I were able to teach ourselves as youngsters. When we went to school, we exceled in the subjects we were strong in.

School did not make us smart, though, we were already adept to begin with.

Yes. One can be self-taught within a lot of things, especially within life experience.

School does not necessarily make one bright.

Education is the process of learning, acquiring knowledge of or skill in something by study, encounter, or being taught. The setting is irrelevant when things are ascertained.

I know plenty of people who attended school who are not smart.

Intelligence is something one is born with.

Knowledge or information is gained, and comes through and within various forms.

It is whether or not one is able to grasp what they learn.

As a person, and as an adult, I have never treated one inferior just because they were younger. I never tried to use my age as a weapon.

Just because one is older does not necessarily make one wiser.

There are young people who can teach an older person something just as there are older people who can teach the young many things.

I don’t consider myself to know everything at all. And I am definitely not the smartest person in the world. I am ahead within the gifts I possess, and I have a lot of knowledge, but I don’t want to know everything. I just know I have a heightened sense and connection to a realm within life that I was always familiar with.

Acknowledging our capabilities is not an expression of conceit or an exaggerated opinion of oneself when one is level-headed and logical. God wants us to be aware of who we are and the things that he equipped within us to have and accomplish to show his glory. Within our ability is a sample of God’s incredibility.

I write this as an encouragement to those who have been mistreated by older folks that have a tendency to manipulate, corrupt, hold-back, or mislead, because they cannot stand to see a younger individual who did not mess up or get caught into the same perils of life they once did.

Instead of being an example to cheer one on, they would rather drag another down as that younger person may have been a reminder of all they could have been, or wanted to be at one time or another in life.

We are blessed with certain gifts that God bestows upon us and some of us are anointed at a very young age.

God makes no mistakes. Do not let anyone tell you what you are not, what you do not know, or what you are not capable of doing.

When God enables us for his intention no one can disable us through attempting to bring about our suspension.

 

 

 

My Words Of Truth And Encouragement To Those Who Are “Rare” In This Day And Age

 

One doesn’t have to be born with a “Caul/Veil” to be “different” and to be remarkably set apart from others.

There are a very small number of people out there in comparison to the large amount of inhabitants within society who have exceptional or rare quality and train of thought.

Wisdom doesn’t come with age for everybody.

There are plenty of narrow-minded people who go through life and who have went through life actually believing that, they know, and knew, everything that there is to know when they acquired nothing legitimate at all but what they have misconstrued or exaggerated through their own restricted boundaries.

And these same people teach their own children and others their same dumb ways and beliefs. Fortunately there are some children who are born and that come out smarter than their parents.

One should definitely not permit oneself to be defined by other people’s ignorance, misconceptions, and generalizations as most who are of an ordinary mindset have a limited range of view and comprehension.

This world is full of weak-minded individuals who are easily influenced. I’ve always been a leader, not a follower.

These individuals are only able to discern within the scope in which their minds will completely allow.

When other people may accuse those of us who are on a particular wavelength and who are at an advanced level of consciousness, mentality, and intellect, of not being logical, realistic, or even moral, it is because they are lacking within specific true knowledge as their minds have in addition been socially and spiritually conditioned to incorporate and accept the mental, emotional, and psychological degrees of rationalization among the majority in who it typically pertains and applies to.

It is very important to remain strong and to not lose one’s self and one’s own distinct identity and genuine nature due to the false conceptions of what others may interpret within our behaviors and expressions because most people are unlike us and don’t know anything other than what they are familiar with and have been accustomed to.

A lot of people put their own insecurities on us all of the time because it makes them feel better as they don’t want to be alone (set apart) within their own tendencies, personal flaws, shortcomings, or inadequacies.

Some people don’t want to willingly acknowledge a rarity or major uniqueness in certain others if they themselves don’t also hold and encounter those uncommon attributes. And some just trifle to tick us off.

Instead of just recognizing how there are other individuals who are “beyond their own capacities to understand” they, nevertheless, proceed to judge us by the ways in which they personally are, how they personally feel, and the innate or orthodox reasoning in which they are able to grasp within themselves upon occurrence, situation, and circumstance.

Their doubts or opposing reactions, if any, is purely a reflection of themselves and their own insecurity and lack of particular knowledge and/or experience.

Everyone, of course, is not and does not act out of these natures, however, for those of them who are, and who do act out, they need to be dismissed from our essence and presence.

It is never appropriate to let anyone make one feel confused or uncertain about who they are, the things they know, and where they stand.

I’ve been one who has always had a strong sense of self in which no one could deter and I am extremely firm within my beliefs and within my facts and I will stand up to anyone who dares to challenge my truths and experience whether it be the mundane or extraordinary.

I as an individual never cared what anyone said or thought about me. I am authentic within self and nobody knows me better than I do, and I don’t have to explain myself to anybody, and I have no apologies. –latoya lawrence

(God) A Supernatural Bully

I am and always was blessed within many ways at the same time had to undergo unnatural encounters just because of the person that I am.

I’m glad not to be average and that I’m unique in my own right. I don’t owe anyone anything and I didn’t ask to come into this world to share within a life with other human beings with different natures and various mindsets.

The Lord did me no favor whatsoever as in my dreams when I sleep display and explain more beauty and meaning than on this earthly plane that he created.

God didn’t ask my permission in order for me to come here so I don’t need his while I have to remain here. Like I said, he didn’t do me any favor, this world isn’t a paradise that I should be ever so grateful to exist in.

The world in its dreadful condition is grotesquely overpopulated as it is with all kinds of shit. From disgusting insects to disgusting animals, disgusting principalities, and disgusting people.

Life is often times strange, unfair, and full of circumstantial misinterpretation and situations that compromise the lives of people on account of the ignorance or biases of others.

It seemed irresponsible to me to have us all here on the earth together why not keep the compatible in one section and the incompatible in other sections let everyone have their own suitable accomodating place of habitat.

Why be made to live a life or in a condition that one truly doesn’t want to be in? I loathe God, I truly do, and for more reasons than one, and I feel so insulted to be one that was created in his perverted formation of a plan.

From the beginning by designing a man and a woman to be together and to have sex, and having to have sex to have children, is all a turn off to me. Cutting up animals in the old days to atone for a sin since the wages for transgressions was death there had to be bloodshed so finally Jesus eventually came and did the ultimate sacrifice, all a bunch of sick shit to me.

But I guess I’m suppose to be crazy for not liking or agreeing with a God and within the fashion in which he made things to occur.

One thing is for certain and that is that I genuinely do love myself. When I look back on my life as a child I’ve noticed how disrespected I was by God and how I never trusted in him because I knew deep down inside that he was no good.

He disrespected me and my life one time too many by altering my destiny, using his trash to assist him, and by placing too many undesirables within my pathways, knowing the extent of my hatred toward them.

I always wondered who the fuck he thought he was as I never thought too highly of him or his reasoning. As I have the gifts to see I never saw anything special or perfect within him.

It is said that God makes no mistakes and if that is so that is a dangerous reality. At least if he made errors I could give him the benefit of the doubt but since his intentions are meant as what is suppose to be right it shows me just how wrong he is as a creator.

God is a disgrace and it clearly shows within his creation.

It seems to me I’m too headstrong for him whereas his trash caters to his demented teachings as they are twisted too.

If his words are so true why am I happier without him? If his words are so true why do I have peace of mind without him? If his words are so true why is the energy around me good without him?

I didn’t began to really live until I recognized my true love and light and separated myself from God’s oppressing grip and because I’ve broken free (years ago) and confirmed his unsavory nature he doesn’t want me to live the life that I am suppose to fully receive.

So even though he adheres to keep me stuck in a rut the rut does not adhere to stick to my spirit.

I’d rather live my life within truth, love, and strength and be cheated from what I truly deserve than to live within lies, unhappiness, and weakness just to be given an abundance of riches for being a mindless flunky only to serve and praise a God that is not worthy to be glorified.

If one could take away God’s power where would that leave him if he didn’t have all that supernatural weight to throw around and bully with? If he was void of his mighty energy to manifest how many would fear him then? -miss latoya lawrence

 

 

Ignorant Black People

There is indeed racism and a lot of prejudices and bias within society against nationality as well as gender. Too much to cover in just one post so as of now I’m just going to briefly summarize on a few related issues.

Particularly, this black people thing and how when they’re insulted by someone of another race these days it’s considered being racist but what about other black folk who think, say, and feel the same way about black people as do some of the other nationalities?

And I am not taking up for any other race or ethnicity because any group of individuals can fall into their own stereotypical category and mode of description, however, I never hear about this being expressed within the media.

I as a black female grew up at a very early age in a neighborhood that was predominately white until the black people started moving in before I was born. When I was born there were mostly blacks and some Hispanics but very few whites if any left.

Nevertheless, I went to day care and kindergarten with all different type of nationalities of children then was bust out to a school district at the age of eight to a school and neighboring area predominately populated with white people and children.

There were also Japanese, Korean, Chinese, Hebrew, a few Hispanic and a few other blacks attending to the school.

It was a totally different experience and a favorable one at that also in many ways a better experience for me that was nurturing and quite beneficial to my well-being and growth due to the high level that I was on and the mentality that I shared.

All through out my life it has been white people who had treated me very well and would help to build me up to succeed whereas it was many of the other blacks that were lower than me that pursued to tear me down.

In all honesty and I don’t care who likes it or not many blacks are what a lot of white people negatively classify them as. They are trouble, they are ignorant, and they are very undesirable as a people.

I heard it said that black people in general are not as intellectually bright unless they were mixed with a percentage of other ancestry and long before that I use to hear that from my mother as well as she would tell me that I had to have had european blood in me for me to be as bright as I was.

And I do understand how DNA works it can come from way back we don’t necessarily get or have the same genetic traits or share attributes just because we’re closely related by bloodline necessarily.

And it is true. Our family has African-American, Native American, And European bloodline and it doesn’t go far back either! It stems from immediate family to grandparents and beyond on all sides of the family and I can back it all up with proof.

And I’m tired of hearing that shit about slavery. It was the blacks that sold the other blacks as slaves.

The ignorant trashy blacks they sold to the caucasian folk because they weren’t of any value or worth to them. The black folk of substance who were beneficial and capable of being doctors and of other valuable asset and so on, they kept.

Many don’t even know true history.

 

 

 

 

Cathy

My accurate premonition came to be rather swiftly as “I hit the nail on the head” as usual.

Cathy/Catherine Barge the bitch that I wrote about here (https://misslatoya.wordpress.com/2018/03/29/i-catch-them-every-time/)   came into work Wednesday morning on April 4, 2018 and called me “A stupid bitch” in an attempt to provoke me while proceeding on with a lie to use against me in a malicious effort to try to get me fired from my job.

Cathy called up the agency stating that the lady that we work for was on the floor crawling after falling off the bed. Number one, I had just checked in on the lady and she was asleep. Number two, the lady lays on a mattress that leans straight up against the floor she’s not balanced on any type of railing it would’ve been impossible for her to fall out of a bed that is actually right near floor level. And the woman is not any type of invalid.

If the lady really rolled to the floor shouldn’t Cathy had rushed to her aid to help her up instead of coming toward my direction to start a fight?

Cathy couldn’t even get her lies straight she hadn’t planned the treacherous incident very well (What set her off is that she saw a fresh cup of coffee sitting on the floor by the lady a cup of coffee that she was suppose to make. Me fixing the lady a cup of coffee that she asked for interrupted Cathy’s obsessive compulsive tendencies and she just blew the fuck up. If she’d known that was actually the third cup of coffee that I’d made for the lady Cathy really would have flipped her lid) I said to myself this sick, lying, jealous bitch.

I went into the lady’s bedroom who had awoke and that was now sitting up on the bed and acknowledged to her the lie that Cathy had just told because she didn’t know what was going on as she had just waken up.

“Don’t argue back with her” the woman told me. “I like the both of you”.

Cathy is on the phone with the agency telling them “She’s crazy, I told you she was crazy!”

And what had I done? Absolutely nothing!

Cathy told me that I was jealous of her because she is white and “under privileged”. Did she realize what she was saying?

She also told me that I speak illiterate (I’ve never ever heard that one before) and that I am skinny with bad skin. I had to laugh inside at this neurotic psychopathic bitch she had told on herself in so many ways.

Cathy is very jealous of me as well as others I doubt that I am the only one and of the way in how I carry myself. She is high strung and extremely insecure. She is intimidated by the fact that I am a very intelligent and attractive female of color (black/African american) that doesn’t fit into the negative stereotypes that many prejudice other races perceive that we should be or classify us as.

Whoever used her to come after me- because I know she is a part of a link from my sick and jealous enemies- knew that she was stupid.

Cathy is nothing but a low scale piece of trash that cannot deal with the fact that I exceed her within character and mentality she is nowhere near the high level that I am on even though that she is a white italian that probably needs to believe that she is superior especially over a black American person who just couldn’t be exceptional as a lot of us truly are.

Well, I didn’t get fired and Cathy was livid I could feel all of her negative energy directly in the pit of my stomach. Since she didn’t get over with her lies I bet at her next attempt among others she will try to turn the lady that we work for against me.

I don’t care I go to work to do my job and will continue to keep everything professional without feeding into anything I refuse to even mention Cathy because she has nothing to do with me yet if she keeps mentioning me to start conflict that is totally on her.

Cathy/Catherine Barge is so pitiful, predictable and transparent.

The devil is always busy and his flunkies are running as hot as the hell that they are all scheduled to burn in within due time. Us good folk have nothing to worry about our further blessings are on the way.

We reign as the darkness will never overpower the light.

 

 

 

So Beautifully Said!

chair in a roomAyanna watley said 1 day ago

I believe I am a caulbreader because I went through the same things to. But I believe one day people will reconize us caulbreaders for who we really are, and all this hatered will stop. I believe that we are the most safisicated class in the human race and when that day come all us caulbreaders will meet eachother and when that day comes it would be the rise of the caulbreaders

You said 0 minutes ago

The correct spelling is “sophisticated”, nevertheless your words were so well and so beautifully said. Wise words spoken and there is so much truth that is within wisdom.

You made a few more spelling errors- “recognize”, “caulbearers” and “hatred”, and “each other” are two separate words.

And the use of the word “to” which should have been “too” as in also or in addition.

We all make little mistakes with typing in a wrong letter, overlooking or just thinking ahead as we write (we even forget sometimes) , however, your misspellings were a little repetitive so I just wanted to give you a heads up!

The Quality Of A Life Well-Born, Well Bred

778143_violets_and_laceThere are a lot of trash within the world. Way too many of them. I wish that they would just all disappear.

I know that the day will come when eventually they will all be no more.

The trashy type of people spoil and ruin everything with their obnoxious, undesirable, and revolting behavior and auras.

These particular individuals have an inadequate and sick mentality.

They tend to put a damper on a beautiful day, a wonderful mood, and the productive quality of life in general.

The majority of them are exactly like a dark cloud that comes to hover over as a great dread and gloom.

These kinds of people are definitely nothing at all for anyone to genuinely be brought down by mentally, spiritually, or emotionally.

However, they can be very aggravating and completely irritating to the soul who is at peace and harmony within them self and within their surroundings.

I remember as a young child first coming into contact with the trash, observing the depth of their degenerateness. I unfortunately had certain members of the family who fell into this category of disgrace.

Then, when I went to school, they were there also.

My pure and innocent bright soul wondered “what were they?” “Where did they all come from?”  “Why are they here in the world?”

When I would look at them and their appearance-their physical features, mannerisms, their tones of voice and the way that they would express themselves-I’d say to myself how could a God give life to something like them?

Something had to be wrong somewhere.

I still feel that way til this day just even stronger in and about my thoughts and facts regarding the trash.

Anyone or anything that could or would create these people into existence absolutely raised a great big red flag of warning and caution to the senses that I was definitely able to accurately perceive.

People who are of a garbage nature obviously have no class and are very jealous and envious of those who are naturally of a better stature character-wise.

Of course, money or material possession plays no part whatsoever in the determination of what is and what is not considered trash.

There are many poor and middle class people who are accurately and innately defined as substance. And many rich people who are undoubtedly the innermost epitome of what trash exactly describes and classifies as.

Garbage type of people are not limited to a specific group of people. They do come in all races.

As an African american female with much knowledge and honesty I can and will say this though, and that is that there are plenty of black people who are not worth anything to themselves or to anyone else.

They are extremely ignorant, envious and jealous, and continue to try to tear their own race down. And they make things, situations, and circumstances bad for the ones who are about something good or constructive.

All African american people are not to blame for the destructiveness of their communities and family structure.

Many have just been objects or victims of certain other people within the west Indian culture and conspires to pollute and dilute the purity, heritage, and vitality of our original innate beauty and existence.

I know this from true experience myself.

They set out to destroy by taking the special things that belong to us. The things that are of a spiritual and intellectual value, the things that are celestially sacred.

The conspiracies of the particular Caribbean people include using us African american people as guinea pigs, bribing us with money, turning us against one another-even against our own relatives.

They do also conspire against other races of people yet much of the black or African american race tend to not stick together as a unit or as a people harmoniously so therefore many of the Caribbean cultures as well as certain other cultures consider us to be stupid and uncivilized.

There is indeed prejudice and bias within all walks of life with all types of people but I must admit I never judged anybody solely on race, or on race at all for that matter.

I am so sick and tired of hearing certain black people who blame caucasian people in general for the things of the past, incidents that may have happened ages ago way before their time, and for their own inability to succeed in this crazy society.

It has been a lot of white people who have done nothing but help and encourage me during the times that I was growing up, and even now. They were nice and gave me a platform to aspire from as well as an environment to succeed and be healthy in.

It has been my own so-called race of people who sadly continued to want to hold me back in life and in the things that I was capable of doing.

I could always get along with anyone of any race that my spirit took to yet some of the west Indians and Haitians that I have come across were troublesome.

Not everyone can be influenced, persuaded, or coerced.

These people know who to go after (those with low self-esteem, the weak-minded, etc…)  and for the ones who are not able to be snatched up into the games and mechanisms of control they are placed and plagued upon by the battles that are struggled with through the tactics of evil black magic.

Absurdly, the garbage will endeavor to claim or to convert a person of substance into their own insane world of disorder.

The day that I ever become a stupid, irresponsible, immature person with no self-love and self-respect who lacked purpose by indulging in worthless gossip, excessive drug and alcohol use, nasty promiscuous sexual activity, and the constant re-population of rampant baby trash is the day that hell will freeze over.

Which absolutely means never! It is not within my celestial plan or nature.

Garbage contributes nothing that is truly substantial to society and to the world that we all live in.

All that the trash like to do is to party hard.

They are not in tune with the matters that concern our spiritual or material warfare other than the rumors and innuendoes that are spread and assumed by people who remain in the headline news.

These people are not on the level when it comes to the depth of life. They are not even on the level when it comes to the minor things that regard life, circumstances, and their situations.

If some of them can afford to they waste money on frivolity by dressing up in particular styles of weave, jewelry, and apparel only to impress other people out of their own insecurity and low self-worth.

They profile and show off in fancy vehicles.

They over compensate by trying to be more than what they actually are. Some of them even believe that they are more than what they are even though deep down inside they do recognize their inferiority.

I have witnessed these acts of ostentation and pretentious conduct for many years now.

What really kills me though is how these type of people try to cause fear into one. They always want someone to be scared and afraid of them with their loud talk and boasts of violence just to intimidate and to prove that they are rough and tough.

Usually, and in reality, they are the most cowardly kind of people that there is that is within existence. Especially the way that they take advantage of others in order to get what they want.

They do not have the courage, dignity, or ability to acquire or to accomplish anything that is worthwhile.

They do not know the meaning or the fulfillment of working hard, or working at all to gain the rewarding achievements of and on their own.

The trash have no life.

In return, and in the process of their constant degeneration, their negative energies linger around idly, vigilantly seeking to drain and to suck out the lights of positive vibrant lives and their life-forces.

Jealousy And Envy: Knowledge, Creativity, And Gifts

Gossip And Rumors

Quality And Substance

Who Me?, A Thief?!-Oh Please!/ You Can’t Spoil My Joy!!!

Today was a beautiful day. The weather was perfect. It wasn’t too hot and it wasn’t too cool, it was just right; I wish the rest of the summer could stay that way everyday and night.

Early this morning my mother and I went and did some shopping. When we left Duane Reade we were carrying a total of four large shopping bags of items. I had two in the grips of my hands, and my mother had the other two in the grips of hers.

Instead of going back home right away, we decided to go straight to waldbaums so we wouldn’t have to come back out to make another trip. As we lugged our bags, we went and caught two buses which took and let us off at our destination.

My mother and I hadn’t planned on staying at waldbaums too long, just time enough to quickly pick up something not available at most supermarkets. We laid our bags down by the bread aisle, and then I went to get what I needed. Upon my arrival at a shelf I noticed a few sales and stayed slightly longer than we both planned.

I know that there is a first time for everything. However, in my thirty-seven years of life, I have never gone through any of this phony bullshit!

Within maybe a good twenty minutes, eyes were on me and my mother and our large shopping bags.

Two men came and stood nearby vigilantly observing us. They appeared to be members of management.

Now, the four bags that my mother and I had, never budged from the floor near the bread aisle-until I returned with a shopping cart-to gather some additional items from the store. And when I did grab my two bags the two men were watching me the whole entire time.

I entered another aisle and my mother followed me with her two large bags. The next thing we know this silly woman comes from out of nowhere behind us pushing another shopping cart our way, and telling me to put my bags inside. She also appeared to be a member of management.

“Put your bags in the cart”, she said. You’re putting groceries inside your bags to make it easier for you to carry. Give them to me and I’ll hold them for you. They’ve got to be heavy right?”

“I already have a cart”, I told her.

This bitch had caught me off guard because I didn’t want to believe that someone could actually be this stupid. But who am I kidding; you got people like that all over the place.

“Well, if you are going to take my bags aren’t you going to give me a ticket or something?” I said.

The woman ignored me.

I grabbed my two bags as my mother uttered “come on toy, let’s go”.

“She is acting like we are stealing”, I said as the bitch backed up with the cart she’d brought and left out the aisle.

When my mother and I made it to the register, one of the men who appeared as management approached us, asking “do you have a receipt that I could see?”

My mother pulled out two receipts showing proof of all our purchases we made from Duane Reade, and how much that was paid for the items, plus showed him how much money we had on us and he looked like a complete fool.

The man then tried to explain to me that we had items in our bags that their supermarket carried (oh what a lame excuse).

Then I explained to him how that woman blatantly insinuated that I had taken items from their store and stuffed them inside my bags.

“She didn’t see me do that”, I told him. “Because I didn’t”.

He listened remained quiet and walked away.

I know what was behind that bogus bullshit. The woman had tried to obtain my bags so that she could plant some random supermarket items inside of them to make it look as if I actually were there committing a theft.

I’ve shopped at numerous places all of my life and am well aware that workers and business owners are apt to be suspicious in general. And you have to be in this day and age.

It is necessary precaution, though this whole incident smelled very funny to me. And I am one who can sniff out some bullshit. My mother and I did nothing out of the ordinary. We barely even moved that much while we were there at waldbaums.

My family and I aren’t rich but we do come from money. We have never been without. I have family members from the south who own their own businesses. One has their own funeral home. My mother’s grandparents use to make their own products and sell them for a profit.

The good people in my family always worked for the things that they achieved-and just like me-we never had to take! We honestly earned everything because it was in our blood to succeed and do well.

This was an attempt to get me arrested, to ruin my credibility. And guess what? I don’t give a fuck!

I have never been arrested and I’ve never been to jail. But most of my foes have. And what is a person who steals? A thief, of course, and a thief is a liar, a person who can’t be trusted. I tell you, when you are on the right path you’ve got to be careful.

The wolves sometimes lie in wait eager for the opportunity to seize and attack. To chew you up and spit you out to rot lower than what they are.

It will never happen with me. I know how to hunt. And I know how to aim. And when I shoot, I shoot to kill. And I definitely will not miss.

Cultural Mix

Saturday, February 04, 2006 at 11:06 AM EST

Ever since i was a little girl i’ve been exposed to all races of people. My mother wanted me to learn about other different cultures because that is what our world is made up of. I’m a black woman who from kindergarten on up went to school with a wide range of different nationalities and that experience was very beneficial to me and my life.

It is no good to be limited in life. The more you know the further you can go.There will always be prejudice out there in the world and everybody doesn’t have to like everybody but i can get along with anybody if i want to be bothered because i know how to socialize on many levels. I just don’t get along with low-life people, i can’t tolerate them, however knuckleheads come in a variety of races.

There have been a few people of other nationalities who were bias against me but i didn’t take it personal because i didn’t care, to me that was their problem. Then there have been quite a few who were very generous to me, one trusting me with her ATM card, and some trusting that i had their best interest but i think that was more of a trust issue than a racial one.

Other races, more so white people, always tried to help me get ahead in life. They treated me better than those of my own nationality. A lot of blacks don’t like to see their own kind prosper if they don’t have anything good going on for them. They are too busy being ignorant and jealous, gossiping and trying to hold people back by doing underhanded things. Instead of putting effort into ruining someone else’s life they need to learn how to conduct themselves and raise their black children right! Some people also don’t like race mixing.

I have blood relatives who are of another race so that matter doesn’t faze me. Some black people want to mix with other races for stupid reasons, because they want their children to come out pretty with light skin and nice hair, when they should be getting with someone for more sincere reasons.

I never really judged people solely on what nationality they were but i will admit that my family didn’t like Haitian and Jamaican people. We didn’t have any of them in our family. Like i said, everybody don’t have to like everybody-nobody’s perfect. We should be good to those who are good to us.